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The Barista and The Superhero (Part. I) - A Steve Rogers/Captain America x Reader Oneshot Story

It was a busy Friday afternoon. A lot of people came from work and treated themselves to a steaming hot cup of coffee before heading home for the weekend. I was multi-tasking with three orders in a most collected calm way when my colleague and best friend Teagan came over.

''Can you stand at the bar for just a minute?''

I nodded, stepping away so she could do my job. Wiping my hands on the apron around my middle, I stood behind the cash register, awaiting for the next customer.

A tall blonde guy who was very attractive stepped forward. ''Good afternoon, I would like two coffees. One black and the other one with a tiny splash of milk and two sugars.''

Listening intently, I typed it all down on the register and called out his payment amount. He gave it to me. I was just about to turn around and give the order to someone else, when an explosion shook the building.

Fear bubbled within me and I quickly excused myself. I entered the side alley where no one ever came and teleported myself to the roof. A huge spacecraft was flying above me, shooting lasers down to everyone on the streets.

I groaned and got rid of my stuff in the corner before closing my eyes. I forced the energy of my powers to course through my veins.

''Hey,'' someone panted as they entered the roof, ''what are you doing?''

I shushed them. When I opened my eyes again, they were glowing a bright blue and a spiral of blue lines floated around my hands and wrists.

I pulled my hands back and with a violent force, I pushed them forward, exploding this stream of light from the palm of my hands which collided with the spacecraft. It was pushed back and I repeated it a few more times, before I calmed down and turned around to see the customer I was tending to before this all went down.

''You might want to go to the beach.''

He stared at me, speechless. I walked past him and grabbed my stuff, creating a portal to my home and closed it behind me with a final look at the man in front of me.

-

The whole ordeal was settled with the intense help of the Avengers. Everyone praised them, and I couldn't care less, because it meant I was still safe.

I was making tomato soup when the buzzer downstairs went. Someone wanted to come. I turned the stove a bit off, wiped my hands on a towel, and walked to the front door. I accepted the call.

Teagan was going to come up in a second for our annual movie night. We had to cancel a few times but we finally found some free time. We were going to binge-watch the entire Pirates of the Caribbean movies - one of my ultimate favorites.

I waited in my front door but was surprised to see that blonde guy again.

''Who are you, and what are you doing here?'' I questioned, scared that HYDRA had finally found me after all these years.

''The name's Steve,'' he spoke calmly, ''and I think we should have a talk.''

I gulped down the lump in my throat and stepped aside, letting him in. Steve entered quietly and stood still in my living room.

''We need to discuss what happened the last time. Who are you?''

I closed the door and decided to just stay there, ''I'm Y/N. And, I would appreciate it, if you wouldn't tell anyone about what you saw.''

''My guess is that a lot of people saw it,'' he smiled gently, ''but I was coming here in the hopes we could discuss something. We might need your help.''

I motioned for him to sit down and I sat a chair at a generous distance from him, ''Who's 'we'?''

''S.H.I.E.L.D. The Avengers,'' he searched for my eyes, ''me.''

''I don't want to bring anyone in danger.''

''You won't. You actually would be saving people from danger.''

I nodded.

I would love to use my abilities for good, but it also endangered me. Maybe I could make a deal. ''Alright. But on one condition.''

Steve stared at me, ''What is it?''

''Teach me how to control it.''

It was quiet for a short time but he eventually spoke up again, ''We have a deal.''

I felt relief flooding my heart.

I spent years and years on the run, scared that I would slip up and signal them where I was right now. But now, I had a team to have my back, a team that could teach me how to be the best version of myself.

''You might want to pack some things. I don't think it's going to be safe for long.''

Standing up, I entered my room and made some smooth movements, all my furnite floating around and growing smaller and smaller, until my entire room was a miniature model of what it was.

I stuffed into my bag and grabbed some other stuff before heading to Steve.

He frowned at me, ''That's all?''

''You'd be surprised how much it actually is,'' I chuckled, ''sometimes my powers come in handy. Now, where are we headed? I need some calls to make beforehand.''

He agreed with it and together we walked downstairs to his car, and we made our way to what would be my new home.

-

We managed to get to our location safely. I was surprised to see that it were the Avengers headquarters.

''I can't stay here.''

Steve frowned at me, turning the key in the ignition to turn the engine off, ''Why not?''

''If anyone- Hell, if HYDRA found out that I was staying here, you would have a freaking target on your back. I can't do that to you.''

''That's very considerate of you,'' Steve chuckled, ''but we already have a target on our back. Dozens, actually. So, whatever you decide, it won't bring us in any more danger than we usually are.''

I huffed, opening the door, ''You're just trying to make me feel better.''

''Is it working?''

I turned to him and couldn't help the smile on my face when I met his hopeful eyes. Side by side, we entered the headquarters and everyone was already gathered at the meeting room.

I couldn't believe I was in the same room as Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson.

I waved shyly as I felt all their eyes on me, ''Hi.''

''Oh, look, Captain America decided to grace us with his presence,'' Tony muttered out in annoyance, ''and who's that?''

''Uhm,'' I looked at Steve and he nodded, and I turned back to face them with a kind smile, ''I'm Y/N. It's nice to meet you all.''

''Are you the one he's been telling us about?'' Natasha asked kindly.

I frowned.

I wasn't aware that Steve was talking about me.

A blush crept onto my cheeks and I played it off as if I didn't notice, ''What was he saying?''

''Just that he met a sweet girl in a café who turned out to be stronger than Iron Man.''

Tony stared her down, ''Hey! That's just rude.''

Natasha chuckled and walked up to me, wrapping an arm around me. ''I know we are just going to get along well. Here, let me guide you to your new room.''

I thanked her and walked off with her, turning back to glance once at Steve as he smiled at me.

TO BE CONTINUED

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Finding Elysium; Part One.

Lights flashed through the hospice as Paithien ran down the hallway, golden hues settling on the patient being carried in, the sound of that distress call still ringing in her ears. Mayday, mayday, mayday; This is the captain of the airship Shattered Elysium. We are experiencing critical failure and are going down. This is Fleet Admiral Alexander Iceblade. All available units, respond to that distress call immediately. I am activating crisis plan six, engaging Order Magi in all major cities. The Order's crisis teams - consisting of three mages and four rangers - erupted into action as the distress call went out. All over the world, portals were torn open to Tanaris. Red flashing lights, alarm bells ringing. Sand and fire. Images of the crash site flashed through her mind as she watched the Order’s newest member haul Vaerin through a portal.  (TW: Injury, medical supplies - IV, Needles, etc.)

"Get him into room two, get Northaren in here.” Paith ordered, tying blonde hair into a tight ponytail and starting to wash her hands.

The hospice was in complete disarray after the crash of the Shattered Elysium. The once sterile and organized halls were now in complete chaos, with debris and rubble scattered everywhere. Patients who were once recovering peacefully were now screaming in agony, their cries for help echoing through the halls. The smell of smoke and burning flesh hung heavily in the air, mixed with the scent of disinfectant and spilled blood.  Needles were prepared, IV’s set on their racks. Machines were turned on.

The medical staff were doing their best to help those who could still be saved, but the sheer number of wounded and dying made it seem like a hopeless task. Some were too injured to even move, lying where they had been put by their rescuers, waiting for the end to come. Others were being tended to by overworked healers, who were forced to make difficult decisions on who to save and who to ease the passing of. 

Vaerin Emberwalker is brought into the operating room on a gurney, his body limp and pale. His chest heaves with labored breaths as he is swiftly transferred onto the operating table. The room is dimly lit, the only sources of light being the small lamps hanging overhead and the monitors that beep in a steady rhythm. The scent of antiseptic fills the air, mixed with the coppery tang of blood.

 The medical team rushes around Vaerin, checking his vitals and assessing the extent of his injuries. They work with precision and urgency, their movements quick and efficient as they move to stabilize him. Vaerin's shirt is cut away, revealing the extent of his injuries. His chest is bruised and battered, three broken ribs jutting out from his skin. His wrist is mangled, with a deep gash where a piece of jagged pipe tore through his flesh. A small pool of blood has formed under him, evidence of his punctured lung.

The team moves to work on his injuries, the sound of clanking metal tools filling the room. Paithien spouting orders and demands as they went. The crisis response team moved with the speed and grace of a well-rehearsed dance, their movements precise as they work to save Vaerin's life.

Despite their best efforts, the sense of hopelessness and despair in the air is palpable, as if the very walls of the room are closing in on them, eager to claim the Captain’s life after he’d avoided death for so long.

Finally, after what feels like an centuries, the team manages to stabilize Vaerin's injuries. They carefully move him to a nearby recovery room, monitoring his vitals closely.

                   Days passed...

Despite his stabilization, Vaerin Emberwalker still slept. Not a twitch of his muscles, just the slow, rhythmic breathing of the machines at his bedside. The Order’s doctors were busy saving more lives from the crash, so the Captain slumbered alone. 

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The Vision’s Call: The Call of the Black Widow (Part 1)

Written by @Sox_Goose_Tech

The night was unnaturally quiet. Vishous sat alone in his room, his gloved fingers tapping rhythmically against the arm of his chair. The usual hum of the mansion, the low buzz of his Brothers moving about, was strangely absent. It was as if the silence itself pressed in on him, thickening the air and amplifying every soft sound. Outside the window, the moon hung heavy in the sky, casting an eerie glow over everything, bathing the room in cold light.

He shifted in his chair, restless. The fire in the hearth crackled, its heat failing to reach him, a thin layer of sweat slicking his skin beneath his clothes. There was something about tonight that felt off. Wrong. The weight of it settled into his bones, making him twitchy, on edge. His gift — the curse of his visions — had been silent for days, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was coming. Something big.

He sighed, dragging a hand through his short, dark hair. The scent of leather and smoke lingered in the air, the familiar smells of his room, but there was an undercurrent of something else now. Something faint, like the lingering scent of jasmine mixed with the sharp tang of iron. It was subtle, almost unnoticeable, but it set his teeth on edge.

And then it hit him.

A sharp, searing pain knifed through his temple. He gasped, the sound catching in his throat as the world around him tilted violently. His vision blurred, the edges of the room darkening as if someone had snuffed out the light. The pounding in his head grew louder, deafening, until it drowned out everything else — the crackle of the fire, the whisper of the wind outside. He was being pulled under, deeper into something he couldn’t control.

The scent of jasmine intensified, thick and cloying, wrapping around him like a vice. His heart hammered in his chest, the taste of smoke and something metallic filling his mouth. He blinked, trying to focus, but the room had dissolved into nothingness. The mansion, his Brothers — everything was gone. All that remained was the darkness and the oppressive weight of it pressing down on him, suffocating him.

A flicker of light appeared in the distance, faint and fragile like the last breath of a dying flame. He was drawn to it, instinctively moving forward, though he couldn’t feel the ground beneath his feet. The light pulsed softly, casting long shadows that twisted and danced, almost as if they were alive. The air around him was thick with the scent of something sweet and dangerous, a mix of exotic spices that set his blood humming.

And then he saw her.

She emerged from the shadows, her form half-concealed by the darkness that clung to her like a second skin. Her hair, dark as the void around her, cascaded down her back in loose waves, her pale skin gleaming like moonlight. She moved with an unnatural grace, her body fluid and seductive, each step pulling him deeper into her orbit.

His breath caught in his throat. His heart stuttered in his chest as their eyes met, her gaze locking onto his with an intensity that made his skin prickle. Her eyes were dark, fathomless, filled with something he couldn’t name—desire, danger, maybe both. She was beautiful, but there was something else lurking beneath the surface. Something darker. Something that made his blood run cold even as it stirred something primal in him.

She smiled, a slow, dangerous curve of her lips that sent a shiver down his spine. "I’ve been waiting for you," she said, her voice low and throaty, the words curling around him like smoke, intoxicating and thick. He opened his mouth to respond, but no sound came out. His body felt heavy, unresponsive, as if he were trapped in a dream.

Or a nightmare.

He took a step toward her, compelled by some invisible force that he couldn’t fight. The shadows seemed to part for her, swirling around her legs like living things, brushing against her skin before dissolving into the air. The closer he got, the more he could feel the heat radiating off her, a sharp contrast to the coldness of the room—or wherever he was. It didn’t feel like reality anymore.

Her hand lifted slowly, fingers delicate yet commanding as they reached out toward him. The air between them crackled with energy, a pulse that vibrated through his bones. He wanted to pull back, to resist the pull, but he couldn’t. Her power was like a drug, seeping into his veins, making his head spin and his heart race. He could feel her inside him, crawling under his skin, whispering dark promises into his mind.

"Come closer," she whispered. Her voice was liquid temptation, smooth and dangerous, slipping past all his defenses. He moved toward her, his body acting on its own accord, his gloved hand reaching out as if to touch her. The scent of jasmine was overwhelming now, mixed with something earthier, more primal. It filled his lungs, thick and heavy, clouding his thoughts.

He wanted her. The realization hit him hard, a punch to the gut. It wasn’t just lust — it was something deeper, something darker. A hunger that gnawed at him, a need that clawed at his insides. She was the embodiment of every dark desire he’d ever had, every twisted thought he’d buried deep down. And she was calling to him, pulling him closer to the edge.

The ground beneath his feet was soft, almost liquid, but he didn’t care. His senses were overwhelmed by her—her scent, her voice, the heat of her presence. His hand hovered just inches from her skin, the air between them charged with an electric tension. He could feel it, the pull of her power, the darkness that wrapped around her like a shroud.

But just as his fingers were about to touch her, the vision shattered.

Vishous was slammed back into reality, his body jerking violently as if he’d been yanked from the edge of a cliff. He gasped, sucking in a breath as the familiar surroundings of his room came rushing back. The fire was still crackling in the hearth, the scent of leather and smoke filling the air. But his body was drenched in sweat, his heart racing, and the echo of her voice still lingered in his mind, soft and deadly.

"Find me."

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Bodies Call (2024 Short by Mae) Part One

Magnets. Forced apart by one facet, yet brought together by the other. 

          That’s the only way Aira could describe the feeling every time she saw him.  Zen.  She never knew his real name, only ever coming in contact with him through mutual friends of her bestfriend, Miani’s, boyfriend. Miani would often invite her friend to their shared loft when her boyfriend had guests, (mostly to distract herself). Their gatherings were, for the most part, calm, each bringing their respective vices for the 

          group to share. Miani and Johari provided food, the guys would bring their flower to smoke, and the girls brought wine and sometimes games. 

Many nights would end with everyone passed out in the living room, which wasn’t a problem for Johari, having bought the massive conversation pit for that exact purpose. Despite this,  Aira never seemed to find herself talking to Zen alone. Neither of them were the shy type, having spoken to each other amongst the group plenty of times. But, never exchanged numbers, even though they both equally text in the group chat Milan made when they first combined friend groups.

“You still coming tonight?” Miani swiped her card, mumbling her thanks to the barista and moving out of Aira’s way. “Sounds more like a reminder than a question, but yes.” Aira ordered her latte and followed Miani to their typical window seat. “Ion know, lately you’ve been tryin’ to back out last minute,” she sighed a bit, checking her lipgloss in her compact mirror, “is this because of Zen?” she was as meticulous as she was chaotic, a theme she shared with Johari. Aira would’ve thought they were one person, had she not already seen them both in the same room together. 

“NO.” Miani squinted her eyes, “You answered that too fast. Bitch, when are you going to talk to him?” Aira smoothed her hands over her face, successfully shielding herself from Milan’s maple hues. “When hell freezes over.” She muttered. Miani scoffed, beginning to speak before both of their names were called. She stood from her seat, pointed her slender finger at Aira and spoke lowly, “I’m not finished with you.”, her sauntering off to get their drinks was just as dramatic, nearly causing  Aira to choke on her own laughter. 

“Seriously though,” she placed each of their drinks down before she sat, “I don’t get why you won’t talk to him. Even Johari thinks you two would be cute together.” Aira’s eyes nearly feel out into her drink, “You told Johari?!” It was as if she hadn’t said a word, watching Miani’s eyes suddenly become incapable of staying still. “Mia!”  She pouted, followed by a heavy sigh, “Okay, yes! But he’s not gonna tell! You know Johari isn’t messy. And to be fair, he guessed before I said it!” 

“I’m gonna shave my head and move states.” 

The two sat quietly a moment, one from racing thoughts and the other, holding in a laugh. Aira sipped slowly at her latte, thankfully it was still hot, momentarily taking her mind off of vomiting. “I just think you  overthinking it, I’ve seen you giggle a man out his wallet.” 

“Not on purpose!” 

“You wore that dress on purpose, I helped pick it out.”

Aira kept up with herself, and seeing as that Miani was her workout buddy, she didn’t really have a choice. 

“Point is, you know you could talk to him,”

“Don’t he like white girls?”

“Be so fucking for real, now I just feel like you making shit up, just say you scared.”

Aira’s mouth puckered shut, shooting daggers at Miani, who’s full lips formed into smirk, 

“I ain’t scared of that man, Mia.”

“Yes, you are. You can’t even look at him when he talks to you.”

“Don’t start, cause ain’t Johari just have to get you right.”

Silence between the two of them, both deciding whether they wanted to laugh or continue going back and forth. The only thing that stopped it was Miani’s phone going off. “I swear you a witch, how you conjure him up?” 

Aira took a breath while her friend walked away, setting her empty cup down. With no distraction, her mind floated off to their very topic. 

Zen was a 24 year-old, country bread being made up of something absolutely magnetizing to Aira. She just couldn’t figure out what that was, and that scared her. He had dark almond shaped eyes, often hazy, as Zen nearly smoked as much as he breathed. A habit Aira herself had just started. He would roll every session the group had together, and Aira, guiltily would watch. She’d never been so jealous in her life. The low lighting in Miani’s loft cast the most perfect orange hue onto his brown skin. She always sat beside Miani, or rather, on the girl’s side, painfully enough, directly across from him. 

“I know you not in here day dreaming.” Miani’s voice cut into her vision of him, enticing a firm pout from Aira as she stood from her seat.

“No. What took you so long?” Her mind jumped to the wine, she genuinely didn’t want to go to the store, but what was a night at Mia’s without wine.

           “That man can talk about food forever.” Aira swung the door open, holding it with her heel, “I gotta meet him at the store before he buys a lobster.” 

Miani turned to her giving her a friendly kiss on the cheek, “Text me when you’re on the way. Love you, boo.”  Aira returned her affections, getting into her car and beginning the treck home. It was Johari’s grand idea to make their usual event have a pajama theme, and while it was an innocent thought, she was now worried about if she even had any pajamas that weren’t old as hell.

Lucky enough she had time.

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This video is from one of my stories, Squad: The Gavinville Paranormal Team. This is part 1 of the full episode of Squad: The Gavinville Paranormal Team S1 E7: The Haunting at Camp Meldew Lane. Synopsis: There's another mission for the Gavinville Paranormal Team to do, and they have to go to a youth summer camp at Camp Meldew Lane. As the campers and camp staff explains about the hauntings at the camp, will the team put a stop to an evil family causing trouble at the camp?

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DOLLY PARTON | The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas (1982) dir. Colin Higgins

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[one-time-i-dreamt]

Dolly Parton has come to do a show in my town. We couldn't afford tickets, so me and my mom sold my stepdad so we could go.

It turned out that we sold him to Dolly Parton, she made him sing with her and then she gave him back.

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“Bury Me Under the Weeping Willow" - Dolly Parton, Linda Ronstadt & Emmylou Harris performing on The Dolly Parton Show (1976)

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Mis.Under.Stood

Part One

Missing you

That’s the last place I’ll be

I learned to pick up my face

In a heartbeat

To let go

Quietly

To accept this

totaled anguish

Called defeat

Instead I focus on

What I would be miss

If we never parted ways

Missing

Wishing

Reminiscing

All ends the same

But no one is to blame

I just chose not to play this game

Mostly because I’m misreading

Some vulnerable characters I staged

Missed an opportunity to write out

Something that was not meant be raged

All because I feared being alone was deadly

But the words left me so fast

The ground where I walk becomes treachery

I stood under whatever fit at the time

I rewatched and reworked my story line

This time I would get it right

This time I know what it means to be all right

Even if no one agrees

Even if the Earth’s core shakes at the knees

My branches would bend freely

I stood tall

Hoisting my head up

I won’t back down

at any eye contact

I know who I am now

And what

I’m worth

I just needed to

Get back to that

And not bury myself again

In someone’s else dirt

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The Quantum Thief

Synopsis: A hacker who can manipulate quantum information is hired by a mysterious client to steal a secret from a powerful corporation. However, he soon discovers that he is not the only one after the secret, and that his own identity and memories are at stake. The hacker known as Qubit was sitting in a dark and dingy cybercafe, surrounded by rows of screens and wires. He was wearing a hooded…

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just found out that not only has dolly parton been married for nearly 60 years to the same normie ass guy who owned a road paving business who and i quote "went to a single event before swearing off hollywood forever" but also he looked like this

and all i have to say is. good for her.