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Ramble of the month February 2024: 90’s MCU phase 5 – transitioning from Secret Wars to Infinity Wars

Having spent much of last month and a fair bit of this one working on submissions to literary agencies for my autism book, this month’s ramble and the one for next month took a bit of a back seat, and as such I’ve still not been able to vary myself away from delving further into my hypothetical Marvel and DC film universes. Apologies to anyone who, like me, were hoping to vary things more. However, hopefully what we cover in this ramble and the next will make up for it, and as April will be Autism Awareness time, I can guarantee something different for then.

By this point, I’m sure readers don’t need as much of a recap on what these posts to do with my 90’s-based MCU are about. Long story short, I’ve done what the meme makers don’t; looked at the comic book and real-world history of Marvel from that era to create an actual 90’s based MCU instead of putting 90’s actors into a present-day MCU. However, as we’re into a fifth phase and well past the 1990’s, we should at least quickly review phases 1-4 first.

Phase 1:

1992: Fantastic Four, Hulk, Iron Man

1993: Thor, Spider-Man, Ant-Man & The Wasp

1994: Captain America: Fantastic Four 2, Iron Man 2

1995: X-Men, Avengers, Daredevil

Phase 2:

1996: Spider-Man 2, Thor: Land of Enchantment, Silver Surfer

1997: Hulk vs Wolverine, Fantastic Four: Doomsday, Iron Man 3

1998: Captain America: Society of Serpents, Daredevil 2, X-Men 2

1999: Avenger 2, Spider-Man 3, Doctor Strange

Phase 3:

2000: Fantastic Four: World War III, Thor: Ragnarök, Daredevil 3

2001: Hulk: Rise of the Leader, X-Men: Fall of the Mutants, Avengers: Under Siege

2002: Doctor Strange 2, The Captain, Spider-Man 4

2003: Captain Britain, Fantastic Four: Enter the Negative Zone, Ghost Rider

Phase 4:

2004: Black Panther, Captain Marvel, Secret Wars: Part I

2005: Excalibur, Defenders, Ghost Rider 2

2006: X-Factor, Secret Wars: Part II, Heroes For Hire

2007: Namor the Submariner, Doctor Strange 3, Iron Man: Enter The Mandarin

As discussed in previous rambles, phase 1 was all about establishing the MCU and its characters, phase 2 was about the expansion and development of the continuity, while phase 3 was mostly about many characters and teams losing, being put on the back foot and so on. Phase 4 then covered Secret Wars, which temporarily deprived Earth of some major MCU heroes to put them through a real alien war, and in the process also allowed some other heroes to come to the fore. Phase 5 then becomes about following on from some of those plot threads while beginning the set-up for this MCU’s version of the Infinity War. So, let’s quickly show you the phase 5 slate and then get right into the details of these would-be films.

Phase 5:

2008: Spider-Man 5, Fantastic Four: Unthinkable, Ms Marvel

2009: Elektra, Black Panther 2, Defenders 2

2010: X-Men: Proteus, Spider-Man 6, Ant-Man 2

2011: Silver Surfer 2, Avengers vs X-Men, Ghost Rider 3

Spider-Man 5 (2008) Directed by Matthew Vaughan

Peter Parker/Spider-Man = Wil Weaton

May Parker = Marg Helgenberger

Flash Thompson = Ben Affleck

J. Jonah Jameson = J.K. Simmons

Joseph "Robbie" Robertson = Denzel Washington

Betty Brant = Parker Posey

Ned Leeds = John Barrowman

Eddie Brock = Wentworth Miller

Randy Robertson = Taye Diggs

Harry Osborn = Ryan Phillipe

Mary-Jane Watson = Alison Hannigan

Herman Schultz/Shocker = Patrick Muldoon

Felicia Hardy/The Black Cat = Elisha Cuthbert

Roderick Kingsley/Hobgoblin = Michael Keaton

Quentin Beck/Mysterio = Nathan Fillion

Captain Jean DeWolff = Jessica Biel

Detective Stanley Carter/”Sin Eater” = James Marsden

In the first three Spider-Man films, we built up to Peter befriending the Osborns and dating Gwen, only for the Green Goblin/Death of Gwen story arcs to play out in Spider-Man 3. The fourth film then gave Peter a clash with the Sinister Six as he struggles to come to terms with Gwen’s death. Following Secret Wars, Peter now has the alien costume, and so film 5 is basically the alien costume story arc. Sounding a little too much like the Raimi/Maguire Spider-Man 3? Trust me, it’s not like that and for two key reasons. Firstly, I’m not trying to shoe-horn Venom in for the third act, just set him up for another film. Second, I’ve chosen Wentworth Miller of Prison Break and The Flash fame to play Eddie Brock, and that’s far from being our only change.

In this film, Peter’s occupied trying to stop a series of illusion thefts being committed on behalf of a new “kingpin”, who turns out to be the Hobgoblin, while also having to track down a notorious serial killer called the “Sin Eater”. As the alien costume influences Peter ever more, the question becomes less will he stop all the criminals, but rather will he become one. Matters are further complicated when costume thief Black Cat begins seducing Spider-Man and the alien costume pushes Peter to accept this despite his relationship with Mary-Jane. The film culminates with a chance clash with the Shocker revealing the alien nature of Peter’s costume, forcing him to finally fight it off. Eddie Brock gaining the symbiote is then handled in a credit’s scene.

Direction-wise, I picked Matthew Vaughan as he’s a proven superhero film director due to his work on X-Men: First Class. He’s the fourth director to take a hand on Spider-Man solo film in this hypothetical MCU, with John Hughes having directed the first two, and 3 and 4 being handled by Frank Darabont and Martin Campbell, respectively.

Fantastic Four: Unthinkable (2008) Directed by Roland Emmerich

Reed Richards/Mr Fantastic = Tom Hanks

Susan Storm (Richards)/Invisible Woman = Meg Ryan

Johnny Storm/Human Torch = David Spade

Ben Grimm/Thing = Bryan Cranston

Alicia Masters = Heather Graham

Agatha Harkness = Angela Lansbury

Victor Von Doom/Doctor Doom = Goran Višnjić

Hauptmann = Ronald Guttman

Nick Fury = Tommy Lee Jones

Black Bolt = Pierce Brosnan

Medusa = Elizabeth Hurley

Crystal = Dina Meyer

Gorgon = J.G. Hertzler

Karnak = Alexander Siddig

Triton = Orlando Bloom

T'Challa/Black Panther = Chadwick Boseman

Namor McKenzie/The Submariner = Christian Bale

Barbara "Bobbi" Morse/Mockingbird = Rebecca Romijn-Stamos

Jericho Drumm/Brother Voodoo = Doug E. Doug

Having had the Fantastic Four directed by Leonard Nemoy (films 1-2), Steven Spielberg (films 3-4) and Ridley Scott (film 5), this MCU closes out their share of films under the stewardship of Roland Emmerich, notable for such films as Independence Day, White House Down and Midway. This film adapts the events of the storylines ‘Unthinkable’ and ‘Authoritative Action’, but leaves the events of ‘Hereafter’ to the comics and begins introducing the Infinity Stones. Since non-comics fans and fans who haven’t read those stories won’t get those references, let’s do a quick summary.

In the comics, Doctor Doom turned to magic for an attack on the Fantastic Four, which resulted in Reed and Sue’s son Franklin being taken to hell, and the team having to storm Latveria to get him back. During the incident, Doom scarred Reed before being dragged into hell. Afterwards, Reed seized control of Latveria to dismantle Doom’s arsenal and craft a permanent prison for Doom, one in which Reed would serve as warden. However, when the rest of the team tried to stop Reed, Doom somehow began to possess each in turn, ultimately forcing Reed to kill Ben Grimm just to stop Doom. The events of the Hereafter arc involved a trip into the afterlife to bring Ben back, in the process healing Reed’s scars.

In this film, Franklin is kidnapped and taken to a demon dimension, and Sue leads a rescue team comprised of her, Ben Grimm, Brother Voodoo and the Black Panther to save Franklin while Reed and Johnny attack Doom, aided by the Inhumans and Namor the Submariner. The attack seemingly defeats Doom, after which Reed leads the F4 to Latveria, seizing control of the nation. Fearing Doom is somehow influencing Reed, Nick Fury of SHIELD intervenes along with Mockingbird, Voodoo, Namor and T’Challa, only for the seemingly captured Doom to begin telepathically controlling the other F4 members. Ultimately, Reed manages to force a feedback that wipes Doom’s mind, but in the process, Ben Grimm dies as he does in the comics. With Ben’s death, the Fantastic Four decide to step back from hero work, becoming a think tank called the Future Foundation.

The bulk of the film’s cast is from past films, with the only new addition being mystical nanny Agatha Harkness, played by Angela Lansbury in better keeping with the comics version of the character. As for the Infinity Stone I mentioned, that would be the mind stone, which Doom uses to control the various F4 members until Reed works out Doom is channelling the stone’s power and creates the feedback.

Ms Marvel (2008) Directed by Gates McFadden

Carol Danvers/Ms Marvel = Melissa Joan Hart

Michael Barnett = Brian Krause

J. Jonah Jameson = J.K. Simmons

Frank Gianelli = Rory Cochrane

Tracey Burke = Kate Mulgrew

Tabitha Townsend = Kyla Pratt

Lynn Andersen = Amanda Seyfried

Mystique/Raven Darkholme = Connie Nielsen

Rogue = Anna Paquin

Avalanche = Alessandro Gassmann

Fred J Dukes/Blob = Vince Vaughan

Pyro = Hugh Jackman

Irene Adler/Destiny = Sally Field

When it comes to trying to tackle Carol Danvers in films, one story that’s yet to hit the big screen is the story of her downfall against the X-Man Rogue back when Rogue was part of Mystique’s Brotherhood of Evil Mutants. Indeed, the 90’s animated series of the X-Men is the only adaptation to handle this, and they did it by neatly sidestepping some disturbing backstory. Long story short, there was a story arc in the Avengers comics around the late 70’s/early 80’s where Carol (then codenamed Ms Marvel) was mind-controlled and raped by an extra-dimensional being so he could be reborn in a body compatible with Earth, then after fast-growing to adulthood, his presence caused a bunch of time disruptions. When Carol then agreed to go with this being, the Avengers made no effort to prevent this.

When Chris Claremont wrote Rogue into Avengers Annual 10 and showed Rogue rocking Carol’s powers, the question that came to be asked was why Carol hadn’t sought out the Avengers upon returning to Earth, and the answer was made clear. The team hadn’t shown any real concern for Carol during her strange accelerated pregnancy, and then let her go off with a blatantly mind-controlling rapist from another dimension. As such, telling the story of Carol clashing with Rogue and the Brotherhood should never be an exact re-telling. Claremont’s story in Avengers Annual 10 was as much about correcting what the writer of the main comics at that time had written, and with film adaptations, you’re better off just taking a different path entirely.

In this case, we’re showing Carol working as an investigative journalist for a Daily Bugle-owned women’s magazine, who uses the Ms Marvel identity to tackle crime where needed. This is based on her original run in the comics, so we have Jameson borrowed from the Spider-Man films while using the magazine staff from the comics for supporting roles. As for the villains, roles from past films like Mystique and Pyro are combined with newly cast actors to give us our second MCU Brotherhood. The film draws in a mix of acting talent, with Melissa Joan Hart reprising the role of Carol Danvers, and Trek alumni Gates McFadden directing the film. McFadden has played the mutant Plague/Pestilence for three X-films before this and has some directing experience, making her a good choice for this project.

Elektra (2009) Directed by Roxann Dawson

Elektra Natchios = Leonor Varela

Stick = Scott Glenn

Stone = Sigourney Weaver

Kirigi = Daniel Henney

Frank Simpson/Nuke = John Cena

Matsu'o Tsurayaba = Hiroyuki Sanada

Kwannon = Kelly Hu

Turk Barrett = Gary Dourdan

The story of Elektra following her death in Daredevil is one Fox didn’t quite get right, in large part because they tried to incorporate plot elements and tropes that didn’t tonally fit with the character. Having used two Daredevil films to set her up before giving the character a one-shot solo film, I think the best thing is taking those bits out. Instead, we get the Hand going after the Chaste with Elektra in the middle, and when Elektra proves more than they can handle, they bring in the pill-popping assassin known as Nuke. It’s a straight-up martial arts action film initially, but then becomes a more Punisher-like action film when Nuke comes on the scene.

Trek alumni Roxann Dawson takes the helm because she’s one of the few women I know of that would be directing anything back around this time. Considering that films with female leads are often better handled by female directors, it makes sense to try and make this the case wherever possible. The cast is either retained from past films of picked to be more comic-accurate. Case-in-point, picking American actor Scott Glenn to play Stick rather than English actor Terrence Stamp.

Black Panther 2 (2009) Directed by Tim Burton

T'Challa/Black Panther = Chadwick Boseman

Shuri = Tatyana Ali

Ramonda = Alfre Woodard

T'Chaka = Courtney B. Vance

W'Kabi = Chiwetel Ejiofor

Okoye = Nia Long

Zuri = Joseph Marcell

M'Baku = Idris Elba

Nakia = Lupita Nyong'o

Monica Lynne = Kerry Washington

Baron Macabre = Sterling K Brown

Jerome Beechman/Mandrill = Joaquin Phoenix

Nekra Sinclair = Toks Olagundoye

Kevin Plundarr/Ka-Zar = Chris Hemsworth

Shanna O'Hara = Scarlett Johansson

Zaladane = Jolene Blalock

Everett Ross = Martin Freeman

In Black Panther 2, T’Challa becomes allied with Ka-Zar of the Savage Land when it turns out his hidden jungle in Antarctica houses a cache of Vibranium to rival Wakanda’s. Most would-be Vibranium hunters baulk at trying to gain the Antarctic variety due to the dinosaurs, but soon both nations are threatened when the woman-controlling mutant Mandrill, his adoptive sister Nekra, the Savage Land priestess Zaladane and Wakandan criminal Baron Macabre team up. Due to the inclusion of some of these villains, I opted to switch from Tim Story to Tim Burton from a directing stand-point. This film also features a change of role for a couple of real-world MCU alumni.

Defenders 2 (2009) Directed by Stephen Sommers

Dr Stephen Strange = Johnny Depp

Namor McKenzie/The Submariner = Christian Bale

Bruce Banner/Hulk = John Cusack

Silver Surfer = David Wenham

Valkyrie = Diane Kruger

Kyle Richmond/Nighthawk = Josh Duhamel

Patsy Walker/Hellcat = Mena Suvari

Wong = Will Yun Lee

Clea = Keira Knightley

Jericho Drumm/Brother Voodoo = Doug E. Doug

Dr Anthony Druid = Mark Strong

Daimon Hellstrom = James Van Der Beek

Dr Tania Belinsky (Belinskaya)/Red Guardian = Beatrice Rosen

Dr Arthur Nagan = Julian McMahon

Dr Jerold "Jerry" Morgan = Stellan Skarsgård

Ruby Thursday = Alyssa Milano

Harvey Schlemerman/Chondu the Mystic = Stanley Tucci

Shuma-Gorath = Geoffrey Rush

The Defenders, Marvel’s superhero non-team, return for a second instalment at this point, and I’ve picked Stephen Sommers as director based on him directing a live-action GI Joe film around the same time. In this film, the few routinely active Defenders learn via immigrant Russian doctor and superhero Red Guardian that a team of scientists called the Headmen have stolen the Reality Stone from AIM in an effort to seize world power for themselves. Allying with Namor the Sub-Mariner, the Defenders seek to stop the Headmen while Clea joins with Brother Voodoo, Dr Druid and Daimon Hellstrom to try and bring back Doctor Strange from the extra-dimensional limbo he sacrificed himself to in Doctor Strange 3. At the same time, the Silver Surfer seeks the Hulk. The whole team then comes together when the Headmen open a portal for Shuma-Gorath, in the process transforming into their strange comic-style appearances.

Everyone from Dr Druid on down in the cast list is new. As for why we’re skipping over the original male Red Guardian and focusing on the second female iteration for this MCU, there’s two reasons. First, the second female iteration served as a Defender in the original comics, and second, these MCU rambles are focused on the main film continuity, which in this version of the MCU is strictly cinematic. TV shows, while allowed as tie-ins, are optional content, and while I’d happily allow a TV show to dive in on Black Widow and some other characters, I think a film was and is a bit much for a character with so little solo comics content.

X-Men: Proteus (2010) Directed by LeVar Burton

Storm/Ororo Monroe = Halle Berry

Polaris/Lorna Dane = Jeri Ryan

Wolverine/Logan = Tom Cruise

Peter Rasputin/Colossus = Henry Cavill

Remi LeBeau/Gambit = Zachary Levi

Cyclops/Scott Summers = Patrick Swayze

Jean Grey = Milla Jovovich

Warren Worthington III/Archangel = Neil Patrick Harris

Beast/Hank McCoy = Alec Baldwin

Robert Drake/Iceman = Michael Weatherley

Banshee/Sean Cassidy = Liam Neeson

Dr Moira Mactaggert = Olivia Williams

Mystique/Raven Darkholme = Connie Nielsen

Rogue = Anna Paquin

Avalanche = Alessandro Gassmann

Fred J Dukes/Blob = Vince Vaughan

Pyro = Hugh Jackman

Irene Adler/Destiny = Sally Field

Professor Charles Xavier = Patrick Stewart

Kevin Mactaggert/Proteus = Iain De Caestecker

Joseph Mactaggert = John Hannah

Rahne Sinclair/Wolfsbane = Bonnie Wright

Danielle Moonstar = Selena Gomez

Jubilee = Chloe Bennett

Everett Thomas/Synch = Christopher Massey

Douglas Ramsey/Cypher = Devon Bostick

With the third X-Men film Fall of the Mutants having split the X-Men up, and a combination of the Secret Wars duology, Excalibur and X-Factor films following events for the divided team, this fourth X-Men film is intended to reunite some of the scattered team into a new whole. It also gives Rogue her defection from the Brotherhood following the events of Ms Marvel. In this film, Moira Mactaggert’s son Proteus emerges as a dangerous mutant and begins a rampage across to Scotland. With Excalibur unavailable, X-Factor is summoned while the X-Men pursue Mystique’s Brotherhood to Scotland. The two teams meet up and reunite when they find Professor X is also with Moira, having been recuperating on Muir Island since being released from a SHIELD hospital (this is set-up over end-credit scenes for Fall of the Mutants and X-Factor).

Direction-wise, the X-Men have been handled initially by Jonathan Demme and then Jonathan Frakes in films bearing their team’s name, while Excalibur was helmed by Christopher Nolan and X-Factor by LeVar Burton. For this film, I’ve put Burton back in the director’s chair. Casting-wise, I imagine same fans will be perplexed by my choice of Chloe Bennett for Jubilee. This is because Bennett is of a mixed ancestry that includes having a Chinese mother, and while the ideal is always to try for exact representation from the comics, there aren’t many actresses active in Hollywood around the time of this film with even one parent of Chinese descent, let alone two.

As such, the question becomes which do you compromise; Jubilee’s racial background or her nationality? My choice, compromise slightly on racial background and bring in some plot threads relating to prejudice against people of mixed race. Quite honestly, characters of mixed race are among those groups under-represented in film and TV, so if I have to compromise, let me at least try and do so in a positive way.

Spider-Man 6 (2010) Directed by Matthew Vaughan

Peter Parker/Spider-Man = Wil Weaton

May Parker = Marg Helgenberger

J. Jonah Jameson = J.K. Simmons

Joseph "Robbie" Robertson = Denzel Washington

Betty Brant = Parker Posey

Ned Leeds = John Barrowman

Eddie Brock/Venom = Wentworth Miller

Randy Robertson = Taye Diggs

Mary-Jane Watson-Parker = Alison Hannigan

Flash Thompson = Ben Affleck

Felicia Hardy/The Black Cat = Elisha Cuthbert

Sha Shan Nguyen = Grace Park

Captain Jean DeWolff = Jessica Biel

Anne Weying = Michelle Williams

Principal Harrington = Viggo Mortensen

Lance Bannon = Hayden Christensen

Gloria "Glory" Grant = Candice Patton

In the sixth of our Spider-Man films, and the last to both start and end with Peter Parker wearing the webs, we showcase Peter and MJ preparing for their upcoming wedding, but the pair are stalked by Eddie Brock, who has now joined with the Venom symbiote and seeks to make Peter’s life hell. He attempts to manipulate the Black Cat into being his co-conspirator as well, preying on her jealousy after the symbiote-free Spider-Man resists her seduction. The story ultimately culminates in Venom trying to force Peter into a no-win situation where he has to choose who to save; Mary-Jane or Felicia. Matthew Vaughan returns to direct, and we get a few extra supporting cast members in lieu of the various villains of Spider-Man 5.

Ant-Man 2 (2010) Directed by Peyton Reed

Hank Pym/Ant-Man = Michael Douglas

Scott Lang/Ant-Man II = Paul Rudd

Maggie Lang = Judy Greer

Cassie Lang = Joey King

William Cross/Crossfire = Ethan Hawke

Taskmaster = Jeffrey Dean Morgan

Alex Gentry/Porcupine = Nick Offerman

Janice Lincoln/Beetle = Naya Rivera

Having left Ant-Man alone in terms of solo films since phase 1, phase 2 marks a return for Hank Pym, who by this point has been out of action since a mental break-down forced him to retire. Now of sound mind again, he tries to deal with tech thief Crossfire, who steals the prototype for a new, more aggressive variant of the Ant-Man suit, the Yellowjacket. However, Hank’s old suit is not safe to use as it clashes with his neuro-chemistry, risking more mental break-down. Even worse, it’s been stolen. In tracking down the Ant-Man suit, Hank encounters desperate divorced father Scott Lang, who stole the suit to get money to cover his daughter’s medical treatment.

With this film, the aim is to pass the mantle of Ant-Man to Scott Lang in a more comics-accurate manner, while at the same time preserving certain casting that the MCU got right, hence why Pym, Scott and Maggie are all retained from the real MCU. In terms of Cassie, I switched to Joey King as she’s had a remarkably steady record of employment for a non-Disney child actress, and I think she’s a great choice to take up this role for the remainder of this hypothetical MCU. Direction-wise, I figured it best to stick with the choices of the real MCU and go for Peyton Reed, having had to go with Sam Raimi on the 90’s-made first Ant-Man of this MCU.

Silver Surfer 2 (2011) Directed by JJ Abrams

Silver Surfer = David Wenham

Thanos = Josh Brolin

Mentor = Michael McKean

Eros/Starfox = Joel McHale

Gamora = Zoe Saldana

Drax the Destroyer = Dean Cain

Adam Warlock = Chris Pine

Pip the Troll = Peter Dinklage

Nebula = Emma Stone

Mar-Vell/Captain Marvel = Jude Law

Following the events of Defenders 2, the Silver Surfer finds himself drawn into yet more Infinity Stone adventures when Kree hero Captain Marvel and the android Drax the Destroyer come to Earth with Adam Warlock, keeper of the Soul Gem. Hot on their heels are Thanos and Nebula, each of whom has begun to seek the Infinity Stones. Worse still, Mar-Vell is dying of cancer. The film is meant to advance the Infinity Stones plot while also adapting the death of Mar-Vell from the comics, not to mention setting up for the Guardians of the Galaxy to appear in the next phase.

For direction, I’ve picked JJ Abrams based on his Star Trek and Star Wars work making him a decent choice for a space-based hero like the Silver Surfer. In terms of casting, we have a few reprises from past films in this 90’s MCU and from the real MCU. However, some shifts have also occurred, most notably with Drax due to wanting to use his original comics origins over the revised MCU/later comics version. The would-be autistic representation of Bautista and Gunn’s Drax quickly become so much farce, so as an autistic person, I’d just as soon avoid that and go down the android route, thanks very much.

Avengers vs X-Men (2011) Directed by Jonathan Frakes

Cyclops/Scott Summers = Patrick Swayze

Jean Grey = Milla Jovovich

Storm/Ororo Monroe = Halle Berry

Wolverine/Logan = Tom Cruise

Peter Rasputin/Colossus = Henry Cavill

Remi LeBeau/Gambit = Zachary Levi

Warren Worthington III/Archangel = Neil Patrick Harris

Rogue = Anna Paquin

Steve Rogers/Captain America = Brad Pitt

Thor = Dolph Lundgren

Janet Van Dyne/Wasp = Catherine Zeta Jones

Iron Man/Tony Stark = Tom Selleck

Jennifer Walters/She-Hulk = Lucy Lawless

T'Challa/Black Panther = Chadwick Boseman

Sam Wilson/Falcon = Will Smith

Peter Parker/Spider-Man = Wil Weaton

Professor Charles Xavier = Patrick Stewart

Carol Danvers = Melissa Joan Hart

Mystique/Raven Darkholme = Connie Nielsen

Avalanche = Alessandro Gassmann

Fred J Dukes/Blob = Vince Vaughan

Pyro = Hugh Jackman

Irene Adler/Destiny = Sally Field

Frank Bohannan/Crimson Commando = Harrison Ford

Louis Hamilton/Stonewall = James Brolin

Martin Fletcher/Super-Sabre = Peter Fonda

Dr Valerie Cooper = Malin Åkerman

Sebastian Gilbreti/Bastion = Bruce Greenwood

Congressman Rev. William Stryker = Eric Roberts

Forge = Jimmy Smits

There have been two occasions in Marvel comics where the X-Men and Avengers have been drawn into direct conflict, at least using multiple issues of a comic and to my knowledge. The first is the 1980’s mini-series X-Men versus Avengers, where the Avengers attempted to arrest Magneto to resume his trial before the world court, while the Soviet Super-Soldiers sought to arrest Magneto for his actions in X-Men #150. As Magneto was part of the X-Men at the time, this naturally put all three teams at odds with each other. The second occasion was the AvX storyline in which Cyclops, Emma Frost, Namor, Colossus and Magik became possessed by the Phoenix Force, something the Avengers tried to prevent and later combat.

While this film draws on the basic concept of both series, that something sets the Avengers and the X-Men at odds with each other, it’s not about arresting Magneto or issues with the Phoenix force. Instead, the issue is Rogue; her status as a mutant terrorist is used to convince the Avengers to apprehend the X-Men. This is bad timing, as the X-Men are working with Rogue to help restore the mind of Carol Danvers. The masterminds of the plot are rabid anti-mutant politician William Stryker and government advisor Sebastian, who in reality is a new form of sentinel in disguise. Luckily, government advisor and secret mutant Forge is suspicious of Bastion and convinces NSA director Dr Valerie Cooper to set up a contingency plan.

As a result, the film builds to a climax where, after the intervention of Spider-Man ends a major fight between the two teams, Bastion unleashes his prime sentinels. Enter Mystique’s expanded Brotherhood in their guise as community service government heroes Freedom Force, and the stage is set for a truly epic battle. Direction-wise, I opted for Jonathan Frakes to helm this entry, and while many actors are reprising roles from past films, everyone from Crimson Commando on down is new to the MCU as of this film.

Ghost Rider 3 (2011) Directed by Mark Steven Johnson

Johnny Blaze/Ghost Rider = Connor Trinneer

Roxanne Simpson = Jessica Alba

Eric Brooks/Blade = Jamie Foxx

Rachel Van Helsing = Cote De Pablo

Daimon Hellstrom = James Van Der Beek

Vlad Tepish/Dracula = Mads Mikkelsen

Lilith = Felicity Jones

Mephistopheles = Jeffery Combs

Phase 5 of our 90’s MCU closes out by bringing Johnny Blaze’s time as Ghost Rider to its conclusion, in a story where Johnny teams up with Blade, Rachel Van Helsing and Daimon Hellstrom against Dracula and his daughter Lilith, who are secretly in league with Mephistopheles. The film is partly an original plot and partly an adaptation of the end of the original Ghost Rider run of comics, though it’s far from being the last Ghost Rider film of this MCU. Just as the comics would have others take up the Ghost Rider curse after Blaze, so too will this MCU move onto those later riders in turn. Having used Tim Burton on the first two Ghost Rider films in this MCU, I’ve picked Mark Steven Johnson who handled the 2007 Nicholas Cage Ghost Rider film to take on this third instalment of 90’s MCU Ghost Rider.

This wraps up our look into phase 5 of this 90’s-based MCU; next month, we’ll cover phase 5 of our alternate DC movie universe. Until then, ta-ta for now.

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quanticowrites · 4 years ago

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Mr. Perfect in every way part 4 (Quentin Carter x Reader)

•• Took a while to figure out how to write this part out lmao. The conclusion! I hope you all enjoy! ❤️••

You and Quentin were frozen in place. You couldn't believe everyone had just heard your entire breakdown. Patton came back into the room and chuckled.

“If y'all are done, can I come back in here?”

“We're not done here,” Quentin stated before turning back toward the computer monitor. “No movement on the western side, but you have five heat signatures at the other end of the building. They're all huddled around one table it looks like.” You sighed.

“They look like they're doing drugs, so be prepared to fight someone on a large high.”

“Alright, we’re going in.”

For the next half hour, everything else went off without a hitch. Pride, Hannah, Gregorio, and Sebastian arrested all five of the men and women and were on their way back to the office after calling in some NOLA PD back up. Quentin was helping Patton run their faces through facial recognition and you took the opportunity to head out into the courtyard and take a seat behind the stairs that lead up to where Pride used to live. You pulled your knees up to your chest and groaned, wrapping your arms around your legs and laying your head down.

“I can't believe the whole team heard that spat!” You'd never been more embarrassed in your life. Obviously, the whole team knew about your crush on Quentin, but outright yelling you love him out loud was still a big step. “I'm never going to live this down. I should just forget it.”

“Forget it? We haven't even done something worth forgetting yet.”

“Go away, Quentin.” You said, not even looking up. “Haven't you had enough of me already?”

“I'd get on the ground with you but I kinda just had knee surgery so, if you wouldn't mind, can you bring the conversation up to my level?” You stood up and crossed your arms.

“What's left to say? I've said what I said.” He smirked. God, you wanted to push him against the staircase, and- you dug your nails into your arm to pull you out of your little daydream. This wasn't the time to be thinking about that. Quentin nodded.

“Yeah, you've said what you wanted to, but what about me?” You blinked.

“What about you?” You motioned to his knee. “You said I had your back during your surgery. Anyone else could've stayed and helped.”

“But you did.”

“Only because I felt guilty!” You noticed Tammy and Sebastian out of the corner of your eye but chose to ignore them for the moment. “You got shot because I wasn't fast enough.” You gasped as Quentin pinned you up against the staircase. His face was inches from yours. You were forced to look him in the eyes.

“I already told you, it wasn't your fault. And your right, anyone else could have helped, but do you think I would've let anyone else help me?”

“Your stubborn ass?” You quipped. “No way.” He chuckled.

“Are you getting the picture now?” You adjusted yourself so a rod wasn't digging into your back. “Or do I need to spell it out for you?” You bit your lip. You were pretty sure you were understanding but it was just...so...hard to believe. Was he really saying he felt the same way about you?

“You really feel that way about me? This ain't some cruel ass joke you're pulling?” He scoffed, and with no warning, he kissed you. You fluttered your eyes closed as the kiss dragged on. Reaching your hands out blindly for his body and having him guide them to his own. He pulled back and he let go of one of your hands to wipe at his mouth. You couldn't help but smile.

“Was that a joke?”

“God, I hope not.” You leaned your head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arms around you. “Do you remember what you said in the hospital?”

“Barely.” He laughed. “But I do. I meant it, (y/n). I was more worried about you at that moment than I was myself.”

“Why didn't you come to talk to me sooner?”

“I could say the same thing to you.”

“Well?”

“I'm still pretty new here. I can't just come up to you and say ‘Hey! You're hot! Wanna go out some time?’. It didn't feel like it was the right time.” You ran your hands down his suit and smirked.

“Well, how about we start with a date?”

“Dinner?”

“Tonight?”

“Pizza? You still kinda owe me one.”

“I know where there's a nice bottle of wine sitting around.” Quentin looked past you and sighed.

“We...should probably get back to work.” You laughed. You didn't need to guess who was watching the both of you from the doorway to the kitchen. Tammy and Sebastian must have been joined by Pride and Patton not long after you noticed them. You leaned forward and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

“Until tonight.”

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I Think I Met You In My Dreams Once - Bucky Barnes - Epilogue

Summary: After receiving an honourable discharge from his military service that was caused by the loss of his arm, James Barnes begins to come to terms with several things. He also finds solace in youtube videos, memes and on social media, where he happens to find you.

Pairing: Ex-Military!Bucky Barnes x Fem! Plus Size!Reader (Modern AU)

Chapter Warnings: fluff, angst, swearing, smut, praise, car sex, oral f receiving, p in v, fingering, making out, smut, dirty talking, a little angst from reader's dad, fluff, hurt/comfort, love, happy ending.

Word Count: 11.6k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

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Chapter Fourteen

Matt holds his breath, standing as they wait for the Judge to take her seat at the Bench. He hears Bucky open and close his fist rapidly.

“Barnes.” Matt whispers to remind him to not be nervous they had this in the bag.

“I know…” Bucky takes a steadying breath.

“I know, I feel it too, Barnes.” Tony mutters.

“You may be seated.” The Honourable Judge Ramonda speaks, her voice clear and powerful. There is a rush of sounds as everyone takes their seats.

“We have observed this trial and several branches of its tree. This trial took us to two countries. Involving several misdemeanours and even the usage of a firearm. The jury has deliberated for the entirety of the assigned two days due to the volume of the case load.” She gazes across the courtroom.

“Jury, do we have a verdict?” Ramonda gazes at the jury panel, as a man stands.

“Yes, Your Honour.” He says, gulping nervously.

“Alright. Let us begin in the case of the intellectual property stolen from Mr. Anthony Stark and without patent production of the stolen bionic device the accused are Justin Hammer and Elmore Beck.”

“The Jury finds them guilty on all counts your honour.” The man reads from the paper.

Tony and Bucky breathe slightly easier.

“In the case of Elmore Beck and the embezzlement of 75.4 Million US Dollars across 15 countries?”

“Guilty on all counts.”

Matt breathes easier.

“In the case of Mr. Quentin Beck using a firearm on Mr. James Barnes.”

“Not guilty.”

Bucky purses his lips as your gasped, “What?” reaches his ears. He turns to look at you shaking his head.

“They considered it self defence.” Matt mutters, Tony scoffs, earning a pointed glare from the Judge.

“In the case of Quentin Beck being involved in the financial embezzlement?”

“Not guilty.”

“In the case of Quentin Beck coercing Mr. Brock Rumlow?”

“Guilty but your honour, the jury would request his sentence be lessened as it is evidenced he was being abused by his father, since childhood, we think he was forced to put his name into this entire ordeal.”

All eyes move to Quentin, who on cue begins to shake his shoulders and has to have his own legal team quietly console him.

You look at the Judge, her expression impassive.

“We shall consider the Jury’s request.” She announces.

You bury your head in your hands. Bucky gazes back at you, he knew this was not the outcome you wanted. Nor did he, but he knew Beck would weasel his way out of the case. It was all decided on the fated day in the office.

“Ms. Sharon Carter for supportive coercion?” The Judge gazes back at Sharon.

“Guilty.” The Jury informs, Sharon bursts into tears.

You look back up at Bucky, the Judge’s voice fades as his blue eyes greet yours, silently providing support to each other. Matt taps his shoulder, Bucky faces forward. Tony gazes back apologetic.

You dare to look at Beck, who gives you a smirk and a wink. You glare at him, turning away tuning into the Judge assigning the years to the crimes. When it comes onto Quentin’s one guilty count. Your heart breaks as she says six months.

Justin and Elmore are led out in handcuffs first. Followed by Sharon, Quentin is held back.

The courtroom erupts into chaos, there is a flurry of reporters wanting to get one final comment. A bite of content. Tony’s security head, Happy Hogan enters to lead you all safely outside, in tow with more security.

You move from the seats as Bucky waits for you before everyone continues walking. A harsh tug pulls you back. Bucky stumbles with you as your hands were intertwined.

“You’re going to regret choosing him, little princess.” Quentin Beck sneers, you pull your arm away from his harsh grip.

“I think you should understand and grasp that I am happy with my James. My only regret is ever allowing you to hurt me.”

Bucky steps in front of you, “Beck, back off. You were given your judgement. Respect it.”

You grab onto Bucky’s arm, he gazes down at you.

Quentin moves quickly, hand raised,

“Bucky!” You warn, trying to pull him back, his hand leaves yours and the punch is held inches away from Bucky’s face.

The officer swiftly grabs Quentin’s free hand pulling him back.

“I am warning—,” Quentin is tugged away before he can say more.

Bucky turns cupping your cheek, “I’m so sorry, Doll. I’m going to make sure he doesn’t ever try to get close to you again.” he promises, gaze moving to your arm, he breathes easier as he realises the fucker didn’t hurt you.

You cup his palm with your own, “I’m okay, just, just, want to go home.” Bucky nods, looking up to Happy who is speaking to the officers and is making sure Beck’s behaviour is added onto the list of things he has done.

Once you are led out into the hallway, Matt leads you all to a smaller conference chamber.

“Press is outside and scavenging for something.” He says, hands resting on his hips.

“We’re trying to have the cars be there and have you all just be moved safely, however, do not engage, make statements. Also you will be lead to Stark Industries HQ and then free to go home.” Happy explains.

“Your addresses have been sealed, but incase there is a leak please let me know, I will arrange the necessary formalities.” Matt nods as everyone mumbles out an affirmative response.

Bucky places a protective arm around you, as he guides you down the steps, there is a flurry of flashes and shouts as you all make it to the lined SUVs with tinted windows. You find yourself pressing more into Bucky’s side, his voice somehow even as a whisper is loud among the crowd.

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you, just a few more steps. Doll, you’re doing well, focus on me okay?”

You don’t understand why you find yourself overwhelmed even as you sit in the SUV. Bucky makes sure to have you tucked into his side.

“You okay there?” His brows furrow with worry.

“I, I just feel overwhelmed.” You admit, gazing up at him.

“I’m sorry, I thought it would be better if I had you with me.” He cups your cheek, biting his lip with more worry, “Fuck, Doll, I’m so sorry.”

“Bucky, this it isn’t your fault.” You shift the partition between the driver and your seats was up and you really, really wanted to be near him.

“But—,”

“Bucky, no, just, no, this is not on you. Do you understand? I think the crowd and what happened inside threw me off. I have you, I feel better, thank you for getting me through that.” You push off your shoes, moving to straddle him. Fingers running through his hair as he gazes up at you.

You knew this look intimately, the way he ran his eyes all over you, the way his palm would follow, cataloging every part of you. Even a hair out of place wasn’t missed by his observation. You were subjected to this gaze even on video-calls that had gaps between them, it was his way of making sure for himself if you were okay.

“Bucky,” The warmth of your thumb brushing over his cheekbone brings him back to you, he nods.

“I’ve thought about it you know.” Bucky knows what he’s doing, he shifts his hips, you bite your lips.

“Ab-about what?” You’re acutely aware of his thumb brushing over the sweet spot upon your neck.

“What it would be like, to have my pussy squeezing my cock in a car.” His pupils dilate, tongue moving over his bottom lip, “How you would have to bite down on my skin to stop your pretty little moans. Fuck, Doll.”

Bucky groans as you grind down on him, his words turning you needy by the second.

“How long?” You question, fingers playing with the button of his shirt, you were wearing pants and—, “About twenty minutes away.” Bucky informs you, thinking of how would you pull this off.

All his thoughts fly out the window when your lips press fervent against his own. Your lips are haven and Bucky lets himself drown in the taste. His palm on your ass tightens, squeezing the flesh as a speed-bump has you both moan in the kiss.

You shift back as Bucky undoes the button on his pants, the deep navy suit sending you into overdrive now that you’re finally taking it in, you shift back into your place taking your own pants off. The clothes remain discarded on the floor, Your shirt undone will he can have a perfect view of your tits.

His shirt completely off, boxes and pants pulled down to the thighs upon which you’ve made a complete mess.

Bucky’s thumb moves over your clit, your hips press down almost begging on your behalf for more.

“Look at you, so needy, my pretty little Doll.” He praises as your grip on his shoulders tightens, “Come on,” He whispers, hand moving from your cunt to your hips to guide you to him, slowly as you sink down on his cock, Bucky groans as he bottoms out.

You breath in short pants, feeling stretched out and full. Oh so full.

“Bucky—,” you mewl as the car moves over a speed bump, making him thrust inside you and you clench around him.

“You’re doing well, I’ve got you, want to move Doll, think you can?” His lips move along your chest, biting down as you begin to move, his palm stays on your hipbone, guiding you.

Groans begin to fill the car, your voices melding as you begin to lose every fibre to Bucky, his taut shoulders and muscles as your hands begin to wander, retracing your etched sanctuaries upon his skin.

The car pauses at a signal, your movements continue, Bucky stops you as he is halfway inside and he thrusts into you, hard, his pace quickened as your head thrown back, the wet sloshing of your arousal fills the car. as the signal starts you lurch, clit pressing deliciously on his pelvis you cant help but cry out.

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, please, please, please—,” you choke on a moan as his thumb finds your clit again, Bucky watches you intently looking so beautiful on the brink of bliss. His own cock throbbing, needing release. Your walls clenching trying to keep him in, your head falls forward as you clench tighter around him.

“Not going to last long, Doll.” He groans as you bite down upon his shoulder, moaning against his skin as your thighs begin to shake, indicative of how close you are, Bucky and you both pick up the pace, movements swift, bordering on sloppy.

Words whispered, praises falling from lips, a prayer of each other’s names. You press your lips to Bucky’s as your orgasm takes over you triggering his own as he cums inside you. Aftershocks move through your body, Bucky’s movements on your clit slow down to a stop.

The glass is fogged, Bucky begins to pepper you in soft kisses.

“Did so good for me, so good Doll. Fuck just want to stay buried in you all day.” He nuzzles into the crook of your neck.

“Want you to stay inside me too.” You murmur, you feel him twitch inside of you and he groans as your cunt clenches in response. Both of you absolutely addicted to each other.

“Let us get cleaned up. Otherwise I’m going to have to keep you in the car for the remainder of the day.” Bucky chuckles when you swat him, but the two of you know he is very much capable of getting his way.

You place a kiss to his chest, right over his sternum, Bucky closes his eyes savouring the soft tender moment. When your hands return to cup his cheeks, he kisses both of them. A soft blissful smile on his features.

“God I could use a whole drink after that shit show with Quentin.” Tony plops down on the couch in the room, most of the building is free, since he knew it wouldn’t be a productive day and everyone go a head start on the weekend. Bucky nods in agreement.

Peter goes over a few things with Tony, as he seeks advice on his other projects and softwares, Bucky admires the dynamic the two share.

You both were presentable enough to pass what occurred in the car as a heavy make out.

When the elevator doors open you stand from your own place and run upto the people coming out, Bucky beams as he watches you lift Morgan up as she comes in running with Peter followed by the babysitter Tony had called for them.

Her arms wrap around your neck and she giggles as you say something. Then Morgan gazes at Bucky then whispers something to you. Making you laugh, you meet his gaze from across the room. Whispering something back to her, Morgan squishes your cheeks to make you gaze back at her.

“Juice Pops!” She announces loudly her excited squeals as you lead her towards the kitchen.

“I see Mr. Barnes is having thoughts.” Tony saying in a teasing manner, but the smile on his face has him know it comes from a place of respect and love.

“What are you implying?” Bucky wonders, eyes immediately finding you as you still hold Morgan while animately telling her a story as she eats her treat with a smile.

Morgan had immediately taken a liking to you, even so far as to trusting you with her favourite crayons within an hour of knowing you. Not even Bucky had that honour till date.

“You see a picket fence future don’t you?” Tony just smiles when Bucky’s eyes widen.

“Well, yes. However there are complications…” Bucky admits.

There was what you wanted to do post your bachelors, if you even wanted to settle in this country, his little plan involving your dad, you had moved into his apartment for this trip of yours and Bucky couldn’t help himself but imagine it to be your life together.

Alpine loved snuggling on you chest, Bucky had several pictures of the two of you napping. The apartment started feeling more and more like home.

“Ask her, I know she won’t say no to it, they way I see it are two people in love who do have a future together.” Tony chuckles as Morgan tries to run in your little game of catch the crook as you speed behind her humouring her agility.

“It is a lot to ask of her.” Bucky purses his lips, looking down at his palm, thumb tracing over the callouses on his skin.

“It is upto Y/N to decide if it is a lot for her, James, complications exist and will persist, you yourself know that, you’ve been through hell. If you have a chance at happiness, grasp it.” Tony stands as Morgan and you make your way over. He pats encouragingly on Bucky’s shoulder.

“You two are endgame, Mr. Barnes.” Peter adds with a smile. Bucky shakes his head amused.

Morgan lifts up her arms and Tony picks her up with a smile, “Hey kiddo.”

“Hi Dad.” She places her head on his shoulder, giving a wave to Peter and Bucky.

“Did you have fun with Y/N?” Tony enquires, mouthing a thank you to you as you settle down next to Bucky.

You mouth back a your welcome before you rest your head on Bucky’s shoulder.

“I did, she let me have more juice pops, and she told me a funny story from her childhood.” Morgan recounts the events as Tony listens intently, his gaze softens as she yawns tiredly.

“Wanna go home?” He questions she nods, “Peter come on, I’ll drop you home too.”

Peter grins, they all wave as they move down to the basement to leave in the cars that Happy had arranged yet again.

Bucky looks at you, your fingers playing with his while you’re lost in thought, Tony’s words echo in his mind, and one set of keys in the key ring weigh heavy in his bag and heart.

“Hey Doll?” he takes a deep breath.

You look up at him with a smile, “Yes, Bucky?”

“I want to take you somewhere… are you up for it?” He seems nervous, your brows furrow but you nod.

“Is everything okay?” You wonder, he nods.

“Everything is, just, I have to do this today.” He says, standing grasping your hand and leading you back to the basement parking.

The drive is silent, Bucky’s leg bounces and you recognise the area outside even at dusk. It’s near his mom’s home. You gaze up at him questioningly.

“Are we visiting, mum?” You wonder, he shakes his head but smiles at you calling her mum as well.

“Not exactly but the place is about eight minutes away from here.” He explains and you pass by the neighbourhood where she stays.

The car stops in front of a quaint house, with exposed brick and a little pathway lined with small solar lamps, Bucky rummages through his bag before joining you at the pathway.

“Remember I asked you a question, a while ago?” He says as you walk upto the main door. You do a double take recalling the conversation.

“Bucky did you, did you—,” You stutter, the key turns and he opens the door, letting you enter first.

He finds the main fuse box, the house lights up.

You gasp at the layout, its more so empty but the back windows are large and give a beautiful view of the back yard. The wooden flooring expands across the large floor and there is a short staircase leading up.

You turn to Bucky, tears brimming in your eyes at what this implies for the two of you.

“I, I had spotted this on the market, at first I was going to rent it out, but something about it made me extremely selfish,” He intertwines your hands leading you towards where the kitchen is, it’s almost exactly as you had described to him.

You reach out to touch the countertops, hand running over the stone. The windows here also provide a view of the yard.

“I want a future with you.” Bucky tells you, you look up at him. “i’m not saying today, right this minute, but I see us in home as this, surrounded by kids making a mess of the kitchen, us waking up in turns to change diapers, driving you around, having firsts with you in our home. A life with you. I want it, wherever you want to stay I will give you the future you deserve.” His eyes are brimming with tears, you reach up to wipe the ones escaped with your lips, then you pull him in for a kiss. Searing with your love for him, salt mixes into the kiss.

Bucky grins lifting you to the counter, your legs wrap around his waist. He has his answer. He knows he has a future with you. He thinks to the small box tucked away in his sock drawer at his mother’s house.

“Thank you.” You mumble out, hugging him tightly. You can see it too, anywhere in the world with him, but right here you could make this house a home together. Warm scents filling the home, soft corners full of memories. A backyard full of giggles and mirth, Alpine claiming the spot that would be warm.

Bucky and you growing old together.

Two Months Later.

You giggle for the umpteenth time Bucky huffs, lugging his suitcase into the boot of Steve’s car. He gives you a glare as you stick your tongue out at him, your much lighter suitcase having zero effort needed.

“Remind me again why my suitcase is heavier?” He grumbles and Winnie rolls her eyes at his childishness.

“Because I have a closet of clothes waiting for me.” You remind him.

“Should leave some of my clothes there too.” He mutters, going back inside to give Alpine more head scratches and snuggles.

“He’s in a mood because of the software bug.” Steve explains, he doesn’t know the details but Bucky was ranting off to him, Winnie shakes her head.

“Nothing, Y/N can’t handle.” She adds with a smile, you look away with a smile on your face.

“True. True.” Steve agrees, Sam emerges with more cookies from Winnie’s cookie jar making everyone laugh.

“Take care of yourself okay?” Winnie faces you, hand running over your head.

“I will.” You promise.

“And if he doesn’t take care of you, you call me.” She smiles, “Oh I’m going to miss you, i know it’s just three weeks but I’m so used to having you both come over so often even if you both are in Brooklyn most of the time.” She smiles again, as she pulls you into a hug.

“I’m going to miss you too. I have so much happiness when I spend time with you.” You hug her tighter, Bucky moves out of the house, his anger dispels in the slightest at the two of you hugging.

“Cookie?” Sam offers and Bucky takes it from him.

“How many did you eat?” Bucky questions relishing the taste.

“You got the last one.” Sam shrugs, some how producing another cookie out of thin air. You look at Sam, he holds out the cookie as was promised to you.

“To think I kept beating him at UNO for this initial denial of cookies.” You shake your head, Sam grins.

“It’s good payment.” He laughs.

Bucky huffs as he walks over to Winnie, she gives him a pointed look, “I’m sorry, Ma, but you know how it is and we’re leaving—,” He quiets down when she continues the warning look.

“I know you’re passionate but you don’t have to be grumpy about it okay? You will figure it out.” She pats his cheek, “Now give your mother a hug.”

Bucky pulls her into a hug, it reminds you of a picture they have from when he was ten, the soft smile on his face reminiscent of baby Bucky. You whip out your phone taking the picture. Sending it to Winnie knowing it will be printed and hung up somewhere in the house.

You look through your gallery, heart warming at the picture you took of her wall, in your second week of visiting her you noticed new picture frames. Upon closer inspection your heart caught in your throat. The three frames were simple white bordered, each contained a picture, one of Winnie and you and the other of Bucky and you.

The third was your favourite, it was Winnie, Rebecca, your mom of the laptop on FaceTime, Bucky and you. A small family full of laughter and love.

When you look up Winnie is in front of you, a warm smile on her face, “I love having pictures in the house, I started the tradition from my own home before marriage, always wanted to pass it down through the family. Bucky has pictures scattered but not enough, also always make digital copies as back up.” She advises.

“I, you don’t know how much love I felt by that simple gesture. I feel, you make me feel like a part of the family.” You admit, throat tightening with emotion.

“You are family, Y/N.” Winnie reminds you, you simply hug her in response.

Bucky watches you both speak with a soft smile on his features.

“When are you doing it then?” Sam whispers and Bucky gives him a glare.

“Shut up.” Bucky rolls his eyes.

“What she cannot hear me, hey Steve can you hear me?” Sam whispers.

“Loud and clear,” Steve guffaws as Sam shows him his middle finger.

“So when.” Sam demands.

“Not for a few months at least.” He says, straightening up as you walk over.

Steve and Sam exchange a look, you raise a brow at them.

“Come on love birds you have a plane to catch.” Steve adds, all of you wave at Winnie as the car pulls out of the driveway.

Sam scrolls through twitter and looks back at Bucky.

“What?” You ask on behalf of him.

“The jail where Beck is being held? It had conflicts internally, list of prisoners injured severely include his name.” Sam reads from the article, Bucky shrugs.

“He probably didn’t control his mouth.” Your boyfriend reasons, adding another shrug and Steve catches his gaze from the rearview mirror.

“Possibly, he does have a punchable face.” Sam turns back, Bucky finds your curious gaze.

“Did you…” You tilt your head, even the thought is absurd, “Lock the balcony door at the apartment?” You switch the question and Bucky nods, seemingly glad you didn’t ask further.

What you didn’t need to know, you didn’t need to know.

The flight back home was delayed by three hours, you groaned as you plopped down on the seats near the gate.

“I know, but you can finish up grading assignments.” Bucky suggests, taking his own laptop out, the furrow in his brow returns as he glares at the screen trying to find the answer to the stupid bug.

“What if you rewrite it? I know that is taxing but, you could know then where the issue is?” You offer,

“I think I can figure it out.” He snaps, “Doll, I’m sorry just, this is really important…” He meets your gaze, you don’t say anything. You knew the timing of the trip became inconvenient the second the software crashed. Despite your insistence Bucky had wanted to come along. He hated the thought of being in different timezones.

You then retrieve your own device, work did tend to stress him out but he knew when he would cross a line or say something, it wasn’t frequent but you had your fair share of angry snaps at him too. So you understood and the two of you would return to what happened and why and would sort the matter out.

Living together, adjusting after a period of distance and all the stuff you two had been through, it wasn’t easy-peasy-lemon-squeasy. Relationships took work beyond three words, gifts and sex. You both learned that during the distance and learned to apply it while being together.

Your work finished and Bucky was still staring at the same goddamn lines. He knew he shouldn’t have spoken to you that way, he raises his gaze from the screen to you, reading a book now with your headphones in, he sighs, opening up a new page entirely and rewrites the code from scratch.

After ten minutes, he realises what was wrong. You were right, if he had just listened about an hour ago. Bucky closes his eyes, exhaling. When he looks up you aren’t in your seat. He retrieves his phone.

Doll🌸: Have gone to get coffee, bringing you one as well.

Doll🌸: You looked busy so didn’t want to disturb you.

Bucky🌻: Thank you, I’m sorry I snapped at you. Your method worked, should have just listened to you.

The read notification comes in but you don’t respond to him. Bucky thinks of texting you again when he spots you holding two cups and a paper bag under your arm. He grabs the bag from under your arm setting it on the hand luggage and the cup that you offer him.

“I’m sorry.” He says again, you sigh.

“It isn’t okay, but I can understand why.” You let him know.

“I know. Your method worked, in ten minutes I figured it out.” He says with a smile, you play with the edge of the cup.

“Was actually your method… When I snapped at you two weeks ago, about the essay… you said the same thing. Figured it would work.” You meet his bright blue eyes, he smiles.

“We’re too stubborn aren’t we?” he observes.

“At times yes.” you chuckle, “Oh also I got an email while in line at the coffee place.” You hold up the email as Bucky’s eyes scan the contents he grins widely.

“Congratulations, Doll!” He cheers, kissing your forehead, cheek then lips.

“I can’t believe it so I’ll begin teaching online only and the timings are adjustable as per my schedule and days available, now I just need to be able to secure a place at uni for masters.” You grin.

“i’m so proud of you, so very proud and you will get that place.” He assures you.

You smile as you sip on your coffee, the money earning was a big check mark to contribute at the apartment towards expenses, even though Bucky’s card sat heavy in your wallet scarcely used unless you were stepping out for groceries.

“The hybrid programme would be great, you know considering everything?” You observe, Bucky nods.

“It gives you a lot of flexibility. More control.” He smiles, extremely proud.

In the two months a lot had changed in terms of your goals and where you saw yourself. Bucky was there by your side supporting you, holding your hand through it all.

You had decided you enjoyed tutoring for the students via your university back in your home country. This new job it was sort of an online tutoring service which expanded across various subjects, they were based in Los Angeles but had tutors from all over the globe offering their expertise.

Bucky was intermittently swamped at work, some weeks you both spent a lot of time together even after navigating your four hours of online learning and tutoring. Some weeks he would find you curled up on the couch with Alpine and his dinner in the fridge with a sweet little note.

He was immensely proud of you and you of him. This trip was for a few things one to begin shifting your base to the US provided you got your placement, two if you didn’t Bucky would move down for you for two years and work as he did while he was there for the whole Hammer-Beck debacle.

Your mother was in favour of either solution, her word of advice? She wanted the two of you happy, wherever in the world that may be.

When you thought about it, you did see a future in either place but the working on different timings, it was awfully reminiscent of the distance.

“Doll?” Bucky tilts your chin, “What’s going on in that sweet little mind?”

“Thinking about the options we have… where and how to live…” You trail off, leaning into his touch.

“Well, we have time to decide that, and factor in other things you know…” Bucky shrugs, “We’ll figure it out whatever it is and however it is, also I can always just leave Stark Industries.”

“Bucky, no.”

“No, Y/N, look I’ve thought about it, living on timezones despite being together? long term, it doesn’t make sense, that was hardly any time to even understand and even then on days where things got crazy we hardly got time.” Bucky sighs,

“I can find coding work anywhere or design apps, what I can’t find is home without you.” He rests his forehead against yours.

“Bucky… you’re planning on giving up so much… home is you, heart is you.” You close your eyes his breath fans over your face, coffee with a hint of lingering mint.

“I’m not giving up anything, I’m gaining all that I’ve wanted, needed, wished for, hell, prayed for on nights I’ve sobbed.” He reveals, your eyes meet his, azure holding so much love for you.

“You decide, even if you want to stay back, I will stay with you.” Bucky gives you all the power, you take a deep steadying inhale.

“We’ll wait for how things pan out, then we will make a Pros and Cons list.” You nod, then nod again. Bucky chuckles.

“As you say, Doll.” He kisses your cheek, “How is that book you’re reading?”

“Oh, its good, morally grey guy,” you begin to explain,

“Your not-so-secret faves.” he teases,

You laugh, “You sound jealous Mr. Barnes, well he’s the CEO of a firm but when he’s pissed off he ruins lives of actual bad people.”

Bucky chuckles, “Sounds like a catch.”

“He is,” You dreamily sigh, he huffs irked.

“Jealous baby.” You deem, taping his nose with your index finger.

“I’m not jealous.” he grumbles.

“Well I have my very own little morally grey man, this CEO holds nothing, to my tech whiz.” You smile up at him, kissing his cheek.

He cracks a tiny smile, he did have one little more morally grey thing to do.

“You’re it for me, James Barnes.” You tell him.

“Good because I am very selfish about what is mine.” He brushes his lips over yours, all coherent thought flies out the window when he pulls you in for a searing kiss.

Only pulling away when the boarding call. Bucky has a smug grin on his face seeing you flustered.

“Be good and we might just have some fun on the flight.” He whispers, tugging on your earlobe as you stand in the line.

“Bucky.” You can’t identify if your voice is pleading him or telling him to behave.

“So you don’t want my fingers buries inside you under the blanket?” He tugs again, nipping at the skin of your neck. You bite your lip.

“Could make you cum so many times, Doll.” Your thighs clench at his promise, a whimper manifesting in your throat.

“Why do you think we’re travelling first class? You can sit on my lap and cockwarm—,”

“Good Evening. May I see your boarding pass and passport?” The ground staff breaks you out of the haze, Bucky hands over the pair of documentation.

“Alright, good to go.” They hand back the documents and you breathe a little easier, then look up at Bucky.

“What?” He questions innocently.

“When I cock warm you, I’m going to make sure you feel each squeeze. I’ll get myself off and you can stay hard for a while.” You warn him voice low so no one else can hear.

“Getting bratty are we?” He smirks, raising a brow.

“You started it.” You reason, he chuckles darkly.

Your cockiness falls out the aerobridge.

“You’re going to have to learn to control that mouth, Doll. Because the entire plane might know what I’m going to be doing to you.” He admires the way you shiver under his heated gaze, you reach the door of the plane, the steward guides you to your seats, offering drinks.

“Savour this, once the signs are off, you’re on my lap.” He squeezes your thigh.

Natasha tilts her head, as you sort of limp towards her, despite having the trolley for support. Bucky has a smug smile, she pieces the two dots.

“Well, well, well, welcome to the Mile High Club.” She grins when you glare at her.

“Geez, what happened?” Nat questions, Bucky only laughs as you mutter something.

“I’ll tell you later.” You grumble.

“You had fun.” Bucky defends, with a shit-eating grin.

“Bucky the poor old lady almost fainted.” You groan at the memory. Nat just starts laughing at your misery.

“But she was okay, also she said the right thing.” He reminds you.

“What did she say?” Nat questions, as your suitcases are placed into the boot.

“With a man like that you should be sitting on him all day, I know I would.” You recount, Nat’s laughter only booms further.

“She also asked if I had a single looking to mingle grandfather.” Bucky adds laughing as well.

“Damn grandma was cool.” Nat observes, the drive is not long since it is still early in the morning. The occasional swirling of ice in Nat’s tumbler keeps you awake. Bucky sends out the messages to everyone about landing safely.

Soon enough you all are in the familiar apartment complex, Nat updates you on the happenings at University, pretty mundane apart from a being a story of you eloping.

“Maybe we should buy a ring.” Bucky jokes as you chuckle.

“If we eloped they might think I’m pregnant.” You look at Nat she nods in agreement.

“That can be arranged too.” Bucky adds cheekily, you lightly swat his chest.

“Oh by the way the mums wanted a catch up dinner, Bucky you’re invited too.” She says as you all enter the apartment, “Food’s in the fridge incase you guys are hungry.” Then she disappears to her room.

You crack your neck and groan, Bucky rests his chin on your shoulder as you peer into the fridge. Arm around your waist, you lean against his chest.

“Hungry?” He wonders, you shake your head.

“You?” You grab two waters,

“Nope, just need to sleep.” Bucky says, kissing your shoulder, you enter your room, looking up at the starlights.

“I missed these.” You admit, smiling up at them.

“I’ll configure it to stay on while we sleep.” Bucky retrieves his phone, pushing you towards the bathroom to change.

When you come out, you sit at the edge of the bed, admiring the lights as Bucky goes to change, he comes out in nothing, your eyes fall to his hardening length.

“Actually I am hungry.” He says, kneeling in front of you, your fingers run through his hair.

“Me too.” You admit, finding your clit pulsing for him.

He chuckles, tapping your hips, you stand helping him take off your PJs. Then sit at the edge of the bed, legs spread apart.

Bucky admires your flesh, kissing over your thighs, stubble brushing against the flesh, “Can’t wait for a taste, Doll.” His tongue runs circles around your clit before he sucks on it, then he traces down to your entrance, humming deeply at your taste.

You fall back, your legs over his shoulders, Bucky nibbles on your clit, your back arches, his arm encircles your thigh, palm resting over your hipbone, he pushes down, anchoring you into place.

Bucky laps at your entrance like a starving man, your moans urging him on, he is painfully hard as each plea from you goes right to his cock.

Your fingers intertwine between the web space of his, your other hand fists at the sheets as Bucky pulls cry after cry from you, alternating between circles, spelling his name, sucking and biting at the flesh, the stars above blur as you lose focus, all you can feel is him, Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, Bucky.

The way your voice reverbs into his being he groans as your hips still try to chase his mouth when he pulls away in the slightest.

“Greedy girl.” He blows softly over your heated flesh, drawing a loud moan from you.

Bucky smirks, at the way you’re losing focus on everything but him, your arousal coats his chin as you gush on his tongue, he groans at your taste, lapping up every drop you give him. Your thighs shake as he kisses his way over your stomach, breasts and sternum, pushing your shirt off. His lips find yours allowing you taste him, his tip moves across your folds, marking himself with you. You whimper, nails sinking into the flesh of his back and shoulder, Bucky thrusts into you, unable to be patient.

“Fuck, B-Bucky—,” You preen.

“So fucking tight.” Bucky groans, pressing soft kisses to your jaw, “Feel so good, Doll, fuck, need you.” He mumbles, you nod in response he begins to move, hips snapping against yours, your nails dig into his back, legs wrapped around his waist, keeping him close.

You clench around him, pleasure fogs your mind, the vein of his length brushes over the sensitive spot stars further cloud your vision. Bucky shifts, kneeling on the bed having your hips rise, you moan feeling him deeper. Bucky loses himself in you, the warmth, you look so fucking beautiful this way, taking him so well, an angel under the soft light.

“Gonna fill you up, Doll. Fuck you look so beautiful this way, so pretty under stars, you gonna cum with me doll?” He questions, his thrust deeper as he slows the thrusts down to make sure to have him imprint every inch of you.

You nod, unable to form coherent sentences, “Mark me, claim, Bucky please—,” You manage to demand, Bucky lets out a filthy groan, your orgasm drawing closer and closer.

“Want me to mark you with my cum, fill this pussy up, fill my pussy up? Have you dripping a mix of us onto these fucking gorgeous thighs? You’re gonna feel me for days Doll.” His words throw you over the edge, you cum with a sob are fiery hot pleasure sears through you.

Bucky loses himself in the way your walls spasm, milking his cock, his lips sloppily find yours he still ruts into you, your hearts beating wildly.

“Bucky?” you question, feeling absolutely like floating,

“Right here, Doll, you did so good.” He praises, your little blissed out smile oh so endearing.

“Do, do you feel floaty?” You question, he chuckles, “I do baby, I’m going to pull out now okay?” he says, slowly moving away, your hands grip onto him, legs tightening.

“Doll—,”

“Don’t—,”

“Not, going anywhere, just want to give you some water and snuggle you.” He assures, slowly you let go of him, he pulls out the wet squelch has you preen. Bucky guides you to move further along the bed, pulling you against his chest, brushing your hair and having you take slow sips of the water.

You nuzzle closer to him, Bucky keeps you close, the stars continue their pattern as the two of you watch quietly.

“You with me, Doll?” He asks after a while, you nod, heat creeping you skin. Slowly coming to yourself.

“Floaty?” He squeezes your side, drawing a laugh from you.

“Nope, not floaty anymore.” You look back up at him, “I love you.”

“I love you.” He smiles, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

Slowly slumber tugs at the two of you, Bucky keeps you close as you both sink into sleep.

The next day passes in a blur of waking in the afternoon, Bucky and you still tangled in the sheets. You admire him in the afternoon light, a soft smile graces his relaxed features and you wonder what he dreams about, Your fingers carefully trace his jaw, over his dimpled chin. His breathing alters, a low hum. Your fingertips trace over his lips.

Bucky smiles wider, eyes still closed as his lips part, as he playfully tries to bite your fingers, you laugh pulling your hand away. Bucky grabs your hand bringing your fingers back towards his mouth.

“Bucky!” You giggle, till the last second he pretends he’s going to bite them then he presses a soft kiss to each fingertip.

“Morning Doll.” His bright blue eyes gleam with mirth.

“Morning Bucky.” You greet, he nuzzles into the crook of your neck.

“I love waking up next to you.” You tell him, feeling him smile against your skin.

“I do too. My favourite is when I dream of you and then wake up to you.” He places kisses along your shoulder.

You sigh contented, until there is knocking at your door.

“Lovebirds, come on out, decently.” Nat’s voice calls out.

“Alrighty!” You cheerily call out, reluctantly getting out of bed when you notice Bucky is in his sweatpants, you don’t remember feeling those rubbing against your skin.

“You woke up?” You wonder confused.

“Yeah, eyes opened at like eight-ish, sent out a few emails and then came back into your warmth.” he hands you your PJs.

“How did you pull away in the first place?” You wonder, teasing.

“With immense reluctance and hardship, plus the urge to pee.” He kisses your cheek, you laugh.

Bucky puts on his t-shirt, you glance at the clock almost four thirty in the afternoon. Moving out of the room, you walk into the living room.

“Thank you for finally joining the land of the living.” Your mom shakes her head, a smile on her face, you run over to hug her.

“Hi mum.” you beam, she kisses the top of your head.

You tighten your arms around her, Bucky smiles as she beckons him to join the hug.

Her heart full to see you both safe and happy.

Hours later you’re all laughing at the table of your mom and Nat’s mother’s favourite restaurant. Bucky is sharing the anecdote of finding out you like to arrange your books by height uncaring for alphabetical order.

It is then your mother pauses from her own addition to the story, the eyes of your group turn as your father makes his way to the table, but he says nothing, anger filled eyes trained upon Bucky.

“Fix it.” He shouts at him.

Bucky furrows his brows, “I’m sorry what?” Confusion laces his words.

“You can fix it because you stole it. You and you posse of hackers.” Your dad seethes.

“Dad, what even are you talking about?” You try to understand.

“Shut up fucking whore—,” Your dad pauses as Bucky stands towering over him.

“I suggest you keep your voice down, we’re out on a family dinner. I also suggest you ask your latest additions to your family about this and not me. I got you your invested amount back. I urge you to recollect what occurred the last time you disrespected, my girl and her mother. It can get fucking uglier, and leave a mark.” Bucky speaks tone clear, there is an eerie silence in the restaurant. The staff and customers watching quietly.

You grasp at the back of his sleeve. Bucky gives you an assuring look, taking your hand into his own and rubbing circles upon the back.

“No, my girlfriend wouldn’t dare, she loves—,” Your dad pauses as his phone rings, his face growing redder with every passing minute at what is being said on the call.

His phone clatters to the ground, “She ran off. That whore ran off with my money all of it gone.”

Nat and you exchange a glance. Bucky sits back down, kissing your hand before placing it on his thigh. He raises his hand, “Excuse me, waiter?”

The head waiter comes to the table, “Please set up a table for this gentleman, his meal is on me tonight.” Bucky smiles, “Oh and add a bottle of your finest whiskey for him, he’ll need it.”

“How the fuck did you know?” Your father bellows.

“I run background checks with everyone I interact, she did the same to the previous man she was involved with, I’m sorry Mr. Y/L/N, you conduct business very poorly maybe even worse than your personal life.” Bucky shrugs not really sorry.

Bucky made sure the money was backed into off shore accounts, where as the extra marital affair woman just needed another rich man to whisk her away.

Which is where Steve’s shady friend Nick Fury came in, currently that woman was in an unpaid for five star hotel room in anticipation to be whisked away and had a bill racking up without means to for pay it.

Bucky takes a sip of his drink, you look at your mother who is looking at your father. Bucky’s hand finds yours again.

“Y/mum/N, I’m I was a fool for all I put you through—,” Your father begins trying to apologise to have her fall into his false promises again.

Bucky tsks, “Sir, come on, save some remaining dignity.”

Your mother laughs, Nat’s mother chuckles.

“You did this.” Your father accuses, lunging for Bucky. You grab your glass the splash of water on pauses him mid-stance.

“You fucking piece of—,” He roars at you.

“I’m recording this.” Nat warns him, he lowers his hand.

“You have no proof that I did this, you did this to yourself. You had an extra marital affair, you gave your illicit affair access to your accounts. Not me. I landed this morning, I have been working in the US, I did my part by getting you your investment amount back.” Bucky scoffs.

“Get me my money back I have apologised for what I did to these bitches.” Your father seethes.

“One, I don’t have means to ring back your stolen money and two if your sincere apologies fixed their turmoil and trauma, I’d be happy for them. Three, I don’t believe I will even bother helping you. Unfortunately, I don’t think you have any options left here.” Bucky shrugs, clearly bored.

Your dad’s anger reaches a new peak, “You fucking pathetic—, I’ll take back what I gave to these two money hungry—,”

“How? The divorce is done, the properties were always on her name, Y/N has her old bank accounts closed down and you gave her the money out of your natural love and affection, you think I didn’t tell her to save those messages? I knew at the next inconvenience you would displace your anger. Go have your free alcohol and meal, please stop bothering us.” Bucky rolls his eyes as your father stomps out of the restaurant.

Dinner is quiet after that,

“Well that was entertaining.” Nat’s mum comments,

“Almost as entertaining as Dad’s breakdown in court.” Natasha reminds everyone shakes their heads.

Bucky looks over to your mum, “You sure you’re okay?”

“I am, thank you for telling him off, I always knew she would run him to the ground.” Your mother shakes her head.

“Well at least you get to watch his ass get kicked by karma.” Nat jokes making everyone laugh. From that point dinner resumes to be how it was before the interruption.

You lean into Bucky as you wait for the Uber to come in, Nat opting to spend the night at her Mum’s allowing you two to have the place to yourselves. Your mum expected the two of you back home tomorrow bright and early.

His chin rests on your shoulder, slowly you both sway to the distant music drifting from inside the restaurant. You think over the conversation and the surety with which your father tried to accuse Bucky.

You don’t feel bad for the man, you bite your lip.

“I’m sorry he spoke to you that way…” You feel Bucky stiffen.

“Doll, what have I said about apologising for his actions?” He demands.

“I’m not supposed to… but,”

“No, none of that. I don’t care about him, he is insignificant. All i want is for you to be okay, also I should thank you for coming to my rescue, impeccable aim.” He praises.

“Well my boyfriend was a sniper, he taught me a few things.” You giggle as he kisses your neck, his stubble tickling you.

The Uber comes in, you both settle in for the drive back to the apartment.

As you apply your moisturiser, a question does burn at the back of your mind, you knew your father’s affair did lack the caliber to pull off a con of this magnitude. Your boyfriend observes the small furrow in your brows, he stands behind you, intently observing you in the mirror.

Bucky kisses his way from your shoulder to your earlobe, knowing your curiosity is moving into over drive, “You did say you prefer morally grey.” he whispers.

Your eyes widen how did he know what you were thinking, “How—, You what—,”

Bucky presses his lips to your temple, “I’d burn the world down for you, Doll. You just have to ask.”

You gape at him, mind running a mile a minute, “How… why?”

“He hurt you, I warned him.” Bucky speaks nonchalantly, “As for how, well it was a fun process.”

“That was months ago, Bucky he—,”

“He will survive, he has enough to get by just not as much as before. I had to plot everything, Doll. Took time but I figured I take his favourite thing.”

You take in his words, Bucky knows it is a risk admitting his actions, but he needed you to know. He wanted you to know he would take care of things for you, take care of you.

“Yeah, that book’s CEO has nothing on you.” You grin up at him, a part of you glad he did what he did. Bucky laughs, it echoes in the chambers of your heart.

One Month Later.

Alpine tilts her head, blue eyes watching the red dot moves across the wall and then back. She leans back, her furry little tush shaking as the dot appears again this time moving from the bottom up.

She leaps off of her perch bounding to the wall, her paws launch the attack and the switch flicks as her paw touches the red dot.

Bucky cheers in triumph, Alpine looks at him bewildered.

Bucky looks at you his smug smile illuminated by the lamp, “I told you so.” he gloats.

You peer at him from under the covers, “Yeah, yeah.” Your stuffy nose, prevents you from speaking clearly.

“Stupid allergy.” You grumble.

“I told you not to clean the room without a mask.” He shakes his head, despite knowing its just your nose blocked due to the dust, he checks for a fever.

“I had a mask the stupid sting broke.” You huff, breathing through your mouth, you glare at the boxes that line the room.

“This puts us off of schedule, Bucky.” You shake your head, when he tries to reason with you.

“Doll, its okay, I know you wanted to set up, but health comes first okay? I know moving isn’t fun or anything.” He kisses your temple.

“I wanted everything nicely set up.” You sigh, turning to face him.

“Its okay though. We’ll have it set up before university starts.” He assures, you remain quiet, you wanted to set up the living room area with pictures you had framed.

It was going to be a surprise along with tickets to the premiere of his favourite franchise’s latest movie, complete with an intimate talk scheduled with the makers and actors. Your teaching job turned out to be great, student reviews had your schedule become fuller and your salary increased that you were happy and not financially dependent on Bucky.

When it was decided to move out of the old apartment he lived in to one which was in Brooklyn but closer to Stark Industries and Columbia. Bucky had decreed you would not be contributing to the rent, if you wanted to handle an aspect of the living situation it would be groceries, only after looking at your finances and helping you make better decisions did you realise you can manage them in a manner that left you with a good chunk of savings.

You reach for your phone, at least wanting him to be surprised by one thing.

“What is it?” Bucky questions as you hand him your phone, his eyes go over the email widening as he sits up excitedly.

“Oh my god.” He gazes at you wide eyed and happy, “how, when—,”

“Well I had savings and you were talking about it, Sam told me its there and that Steve and him got invited cause of their channel, I asked if they could get me in touch with the ticketing person—,” Your explanation is cut off as Bucky kisses you, the force of it throws you both down on the bed. You laugh into Bucky’s little grumble of ow when the phone presses into his side.

“I love you.”

You cup his cheek, sniffling lightly before he kisses you senseless again. His heart extremely contented to have you with him.

A Month Ago.

You walked into the apartment with a solemn expression. Bucky felt his shoulders drop. His heart didn’t break, but he knew how much you were hoping to not have him be the one uprooting his life.

You take in the little blanket fort with dinner he set up. Your warm eyes shifting to his blue.

“Doll, it’s a celebratory dinner either way I get to stay here with you—,” His words cease on his tongue as you run towards him, his arm extended and you crash against him as he easily lifts you. It always takes you by surprise and a hint of turning you on at his strength.

“I’m moving to New York City, so you can’t stay here.” You tell him, a wide grin and tears brimming from your eyes.

“You got in?” He reconfirms, you nod, his lips on yours.

You smile into the kiss, cupping his cheeks, holding your entire world between your hands. You desperately wanted to get into a University in New York City or somewhere close. You didn’t have much of a life here in this country, your mum was here, she had her own support system. Natasha was heading to Australia unless she got a better opportunity in USA.

You knew your life with Bucky was there, he had helped you to learn to build something of your own and now you wanted to build a life with him.

“I got in.” You repeat happily, Bucky places affectionate kisses all over your face.

“I’m so so so proud of you.” He beams at you, placing you back down as your legs unwrap from his waist.

“I love you.” You tell him, still cupping his face, “I know you were ready to move, but, but my life isn’t here, not anymore, its is far away from all that held me back. With someone who helped me see my potential who taught me to harness it, you made me learn to be someone for myself Bucky. My future is with you, every step of it, from the apartment to the house we’ll make a home.”

Bucky finds his eyes watering, blinking back tears, and his lips hurting from the wise smile on his face. He doesn’t know what to say, what to say to agree with you, because he thinks back to the small box in the pair of socks still hidden in his suitcase.

“I love you. I hope to keep being the man you need me to be.” He says instead, watching your eyes shower him with love, you hug him tightly. Pulling him into the same embrace and warmth that saved him in so many ways.

Twelve Months Later.

Bucky🌻: how did it go?

Doll🌸: i’M DONE WITH MY MASTERSS! <GIF of Elle Woods saying we did it>

Bucky🌻: that’s my girl! i take it this exam went really good?

Doll🌸: extremely, you were right I was scared over nothing

Bucky🌻: i do tend to be right

Doll🌸: yes, yes, gloat

Bucky🌻: so we’re on for tonight right? that special live post mortem episode before Shane and Ryan go onto their own channel combined with your favourite blanket fort and blanket fort contractor?

Doll🌸: I’m so excited, it’s our first anniversary, i just feel butterflies all around me, but why are we going home? Is something wrong at the apartment? Did I leave the oven on?

Bucky winces, he knew this question would arise. He only hoped you would buy the lie.

Doll🌸: Bucky????

Bucky🌻: well you know that leaky faucet in the guest bath that drives you nuts? they had to take the tiles out and there is mould. Alpine is at Mum’s so while they work to get it out, we need to be out of their way, they’re planning to check the other rooms as well. No you did turn the oven off.

Doll🌸: did you contact the landlord? We aren’t paying this month’s rent.

Bucky laughs, shaking his head.

“She bought it?” Steve wonders and Sam cheers as Bucky nods.

Bucky🌻: I know its inconvenient-ish but the bathrooms work there and I’ve gotten the blanket fort supplies and my portable wifi.

Doll🌸: sometimes I feel you love that device more than me.

Bucky🌻: I love you two equally.

Doll🌸: You look at it as if you want to marry it 😂 one day i’ll wake up and see a diamond welded into the device.

His lips part, you’re going to re-read this conversation and really be baffled.

Bucky🌻: Diamonds won’t suit it, they would however suit you.

Doll🌸: <insert meme of corgi dog giving a side eye glance> buttering me up won’t deny the fact you love that device.

Bucky🌻: i’m not denying nor am i confirming.

Doll🌸: on a serious note, Kate and I are going to grab a celebratory cookie, do you want any? Nat might be joining us, so I might just meet you directly at the house.

Bucky🌻: that’s alright, oh yes, a chocolate chip and red velvet one please. thats good, enjoy yourself, i’ll be waiting at the house for you.

Doll🌸: i’ll bring you two of each, you always want two but say one and then you get this little cute pout and it makes me want to kiss you. so forget the fact i’m getting two so i can kiss the pout.

Bucky🌻: just say you love kissing me

Doll🌸: i am not denying nor am i confirming

Bucky🌻: you’re a little brat

Doll🌸: you love me

Bucky🌻: i do, i really, really do

Bucky places his phone back in his pocket, turning to Sam and Steve who are arranging the lights across the ceiling. He is going all out, taking trinket moments from the one year of being your boyfriend and incorporating them in someway.

Tiramisu for homage to the first date, he bought in the teddy bear he won you from the carnival date, a sunflower and lily, the polaroid picture of you two meeting for the first time, the polaroid picture of both of you stuffing your faces with gyros and his favourite— the picture his mum took of the two of you during your first experience with snowfall in her backyard.

The photos would stay hidden because the lights would be dimmed, Sam and Steve had let him borrow their vlogging camera and GoPros fully charged. None of them would be here, and he wanted to record the proposal, his palm began sweating again at the word. Kate and Nat sent him pictures of you, completely oblivious of what is to come.

He shoves away the nervous thought and moves to assist an arguing pair of Sam and Steve, over how to loop the lights effectively.

The way he set up the lights and blanket fort you can’t take your eyes off of any surface, he’s set up a small TV connected to his laptop set with the live video countdown. The little scrapbook you made of the memories fails in comparison to his set up.

Maybe Nat’s lingerie idea was good, though the stupid lace pokes you if you sit a certain way.

“Bucky this is beautiful!” You hug him tightly, he smiles. resting his cheek on your head.

“Only the best for you.” He murmurs, placing a kiss to your forehead as you both part.

“Happy Anniversary Doll.” He strokes your cheek.

“Happy Anniversary Bucky.” You beam up at him, leaning into his touch.

He leans down, capturing your lips with his, he hums at the taste of you. Almost losing himself and wanting to take you apart right then and there.

Your wandering hands were breaking his resolve, he manages to pull away.

“In due time, first food and look, in thirty seconds they are starting!” He points to the screen. Bucky leads you to the plush mattress pushes against the wall and the blankets making a fort the lights add harmony and you just feel surrounded by Bucky and the one year you have spent together.

The plates are set up, take out boxes and cutlery in place.

“Hey everyone, today is a special live episode from your ghoul boys.” Ryan smiles as the episode begins.

“Better not say something stupid.” Shane adds,

“You’re the one I’m worried about.” Ryan rolls his eyes, shaking his head.

“Well let’s head onto gramtown then, pick a question any question!” Shane grins as they both begin scrolling.

“Damn, I forgot the drinks,” Bucky stands and moves towards the kitchen you, grab his arm.

“Hey no its okay—,”

“I feel parched, I’ll be a second.” Bucky goes to the kitchen you turn back to the screen.

“Ah, here’s one from @/mario_kart_connoisseur, they say ‘if you had to exchange places with an anomaly you’ve explored who would it be and why?’” Ryan reads, and taps his chin pondering.

“Bucky? This is a good question…” You laugh a little at Shane’s expression.

“I hear it, I think he’ll say Mothman?” Bucky calls out, looking down at the ring in the box, taking deep breaths.

“I’m going to say Mothman? he’s a cool, funky dude also flying would be cool? Plus his merch is badass.” Shane offers, Ryan raises a brow.

You laugh, “You were right.”

“Honestly I expected you to say big-foot. Or the Goatsman.” Ryan shakes his head.

“Why would I pick the latter? I already have his bridge.” Shane shakes his head to say as if, and that Ryan should keep up.

“Bucky? Do you need help?” You ask looking towards the kitchen as he comes out with a tray holding the cans, the ring box in his pocket.

“I got it, sorry,” he places it downward you take it from his hand to allow him to sit.

“Well I think I would pick Big-Foot you know? Nice wilderness, calming streams, one with the earth, people never taking a good picture of me, ya know the usual?” Ryan glares at Shane.

“Oh come on it is meme material.” Shane defends.

“Shoot, forgot the ice.” Bucky tsks quickly going to the kitchen again but this time he carefully places the camera on the floor, making sure you aren’t looking this way, where it will be able to capture the two of you, the GoPro already recording everything on the opposite end.

“And our next question is from @/b.barnes, he asks,” Shane narrows his eyes and turns his phone to Ryan, your eyes narrow confused.

“Bucky they are looking at your question?”

“Oh? I forgot what i sent?” He calls out, from the kitchen.

“I think it is appropriate for Live.” Ryan shrugs, “Read it line by line?”

“Sure,” Shane clears his throat and you observe Bucky stand holding the ice bowl facing the screen.

“‘So my girlfriend and I actually met because of your show, she replied to a comment I had made so i want to ask you to ask her something, it would be our first anniversary,’” Shane reads, Ryan smiles taking the phone.

Your jaw is on the floor your eyes not leaving the screen.

“‘Could you please ask her to look to the left? After that I’ll do the rest. Thank you.’” Ryan looks at the camera as does Shane.

“James I hope she is looking,” Ryan seems hopeful,

“Y/N why are you looking at the screen look at James!” Shane emphasises using his hands to motion to the left.

The video cuts off and the starlights brighten, you look at Bucky and he is down on one knee, a small velvet box open in his palm. Your hand flies to your mouth as you scramble to stand, tears already pooling at your eyes, you blink them back.

“A year, three months and five days ago you came into my life, one small comment from you and a little bit of me trying to know if I could zoom in on the picture of your profile, you were in my dreams that night, ever since then I’ve strived to make you my reality,” Bucky’s voice cracks, eyes tearing up, “Everyday with you is beautiful, be it laughing or when we argue, I’ve seen hell, I’ve lived in hell, even when there was distance between us I found myself in heaven. I found my home in you, i have loved you with all of me,” Bucky gives you a watery smile and inhales deeply before continuing,

“I bought this ring the day I shopped with your mom for your earrings. However, I knew the day I bought you your first bouquet of flowers that one day I’d be down on one knee for you, and here I am, so my sweet, sweet Doll, will you give me the absolute honour of being your husband? Will you marry me, Y/N Y/L/N?”

You can’t stop the tears, as you cross the short distance, kneeling in front of him. You wipe at his tears, they keep coming as do yours, your heart hammering so loud you wonder if Bucky can hear it.

Bucky gulps, his heart in his throat, then you smile, nod, and whisper, “Yes,”

“Yes,” You say louder, “A thousand times yes.” Your arms wrap around his neck, his moves around your waist, as your lips meet his, the kiss is soft so reminiscent of your first one shared.

Bucky pulls away, slowly.

“Hold the box? Wanna do this right.” He requests, as you hold the box in your right hand, he retrieves the ring from its place and you offer your left hand. The ring moves into place, fitting perfectly, the diamonds reflecting the starlights.

Bucky takes your hand in his, placing a kiss to your palm and over your knuckles. He looks up at you a giddy, ecstatic grin on his features, you can’t help but mimic it.

“I love you.” you say, leaning towards him, your ring glad hand on his chest.

“I love you.” he says, leaning in, as your lips meet once again.

A.N: i honestly, it has not hit me that this fic is over, maybe after a day or two it will, i want to thank all of you for reading and coming along the journey of doll and bucky over these fifteen chapters. thank you for your sweet comments, reblogs and love, thank you for giving my fic a chance to be with you, to maybe provide comfort, provide a distraction or anything that this fic was or is for you.

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love-peterparker · 4 years ago

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In Extremis || Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: After the reveal of Spider-Man’s secret identity and the release of Quentin Beck’s murder video, there isn’t a lot going right for Peter Parker. But he has you.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, protests and rallies, mentions of murder, a gun that is never shot, and some hair description for Y/N for plot purposes (but it should still be generic enough).

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: I’m first a Captain America and Agent Carter fan, and I wanted to recreate what makes their relationship so special, but with Peter and Y/N… ‘cuz I also love Peter Parker. I really loved writing this, and I hope you enjoy it.

Also, thanks to @marvelouspeterparker, @sinisterspidey (she actually has a blurb called I’ll Follow You and it builds off of Spider-Man’s identity reveal) and @stuckonspidey for answering my anon asks for general writing tips and Peter’s character. And @spideyspeaches with her kind words after reading one of the final drafts of this fic. Lastly, a special thanks to @peterbenjiparker encouraging me with this fic and for making me so emotional with her series Invisible String (Read this!... but only if your heart can take it) that I needed to write something. This story has nothing to do with it, but it does make some small generic references to her fic, and I would like to think that Y/N and Peter are soulmates in this story.

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This takes place in a universe where a FFH-esque identity reveal happens when Y/N and Peter are young adults.

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This fucking city didn’t deserve him.

Peter rarely admits it, but you say it all the time. When you hit a dead end in the Avenger’s database. When checking for your gun before leaving another safehouse. When reaching for him in the dark of night.

This fucking city didn’t deserve him.

It had been over a year since Peter’s identity as Spider-Man was revealed and the dubious video of Quentin Beck’s murder was released. But it felt like a lifetime.

These two Peter problems were like ivy. They rooted, twisted, and spread. Winding into chokeholds around their victims.

But heroes knew how to play with fire.

Peter’s identity was dealt with in a straightforward fashion. Plenty villains who would do anything to exact revenge on Spider-Man, but they would have to find Peter Parker and identify his loved ones first. And for someone like Peter? Well, it was going to take some time.

To you, Peter was lifegiving. A shining ray of golden hope. You fell to sleep and rose to press kisses into his face. To cherish and hold. To share tears. But to the world, or even New York City? He was a nobody, one who couldn’t even hold a steady job.

You all worked fast while the wicked played catch-up. The Avengers searched and wiped all, but ultimately little personal information Peter had on the internet, as well anything that might connect him to your shared inner circle. Everyone was given an Avenger’s signal watch. And both you and May opted to move as a precaution. May to Brooklyn. You to Avenger’s Tower.

The case of Quentin Beck’s murder was a much more grinding process. Through polished superhero reputations, the lawyers secured an Avenger’s Tower house arrest during court proceedings. An overwhelming amount of evidence in Peter’s favor was gathered. Press conferences were held. Speeches were given. And when it all seemed like it was too much for too long, you and Peter would lie in bed, arms and legs entangled, whispering that everything would turn out all right. Good will win. You just had to keep going.

It was taxing, but not impossible. And just when you all thought you were pulling at the end of the thread with the jury in your favor, the ground beneath you crumbles into nothingness. You spiral and crash into a labyrinth, lush and high-walled. Maybe this was the way out- oh wait, you’ve been here- or have you? You all turn and turn only to face a new dead end. A new set of incriminating videos were released. Spider-Man’s videos took the spotlight, but videos of Wanda and Bucky were also revealed. The streets of New York bustled in whispers.

Can we really trust these heroes? What if these videos are the truth?

And what happens when these powerful people think they are right when they are wrong?

When public protests against Earth’s heroes sprouted and jury members started to disappear, it was clear that the whoever or whatever was behind this had greater motives and powerful allies. It was time to buy time.

Everyone had tried to convince Peter to go into hiding somewhere else. Anywhere else. He had enough super-friends where anywhere was possible. Lay low while everyone else above ground scrambled to unweave this massive web of lies. But Peter was infuriatingly adamant that New York, regardless of her wavering loyalties, was his to protect.

So two months ago, he started bouncing around New York City, investigating when he could, and making polarizing headlines with every swing he took.

You tried to continue as if Peter was still by your side. After being terminated from your junior journalist job for “suspect ties to Spider-Man,” Spider-Man became your mission. You originally attended press conferences and rallies as moral support, but after Peter’s first awkward mumbles of a speech, it was painfully clear that he needed a new voice. The public herself needed a normal person who interacted with superheroes. Who better than Spider-Man’s girlfriend? But after the last kidnapping attempt and the Avengers’ numbers shrinking, it was clear that this wouldn’t last. The world now knew who you were too.

The thick ivy had caught up, and you were on fire.

But to hell with it because there was no universe where you would be leaving this nightmare without him. So the next time you looked in the mirror, you donned short red hair and heavy eyeliner.

Days were spent questioning possible witnesses. Nights were spent in the light of a computer. And when you could barely drag yourself to continue, moments were spent staring at your beautiful boy’s picture. He needed you.

You had only heard from him twice since he went into hiding, though there were a few times answered unknown number calls would lead to abstract rustling and distinct web shooter noises. To those, you always whispered “I love you,” before hanging up.

That was until last night, when you noticed small slip of paper in the crack of the window of the safehouse you had been staying at. Only a time and an address were written, in messy, but undeniably Parker script.

You spent the next day visiting arbitrary places in the Bronx, trying to determine if anyone was following you and collecting items in an unsuspecting backpack.

It was a balancing act between comfort and practicalities. An extra stealth suit. A waterproof jacket you both shared. Protein bars. Extra web fluid and a first-aid kit. A hefty wad of cash, just in case. And in the smallest pocket, things to help him in the darkest days to come. Letters from you, May, Ned, and your other friends. A few packs of gummy bears. And a picture of you and him, laughing in Central Park on one of your many dates. Sunlight casting halos on your heads. Bright. Carefree. Brimming with love.

Your heart cried and cried and cried, begging for those days.

But they were gone. And as much as you didn’t want to admit it, so were the people in that picture.

You travelled to the building location and made your way to the rooftop. Rows and rows of white sheets were hung, all whipping in the wind to dry.

A small smile graced your lips. You had to hand it to him. He was smart.

You folded yourself into one of the corners of the rooftop, gun in hand and waited. Eerie silence slowly lulling you to…

You woke up to the soft footsteps, sleepy eyes registering a shadowy figure behind one of the bedsheets.

“Hans?” you whispered, pointing your gun with a finger on the trigger.

“Leia,” the figured replied, equally hushed. The shadow lifted the curtain. It took a second to register, but it was really him. You raced towards each other, quick hold each other, beaming. Today, you existed in the same place at the same time.

“That was so stupid. I can’t believe you got me to do that,” you laughed, pressing your face into him, holding him tightly as if he could disappear at any moment.

“Oh, come on, you loved it!” he quipped. You hummed in appreciation.

“True, but I love you more.” His eyes brightened at your confession, pink dusting his cheeks.

“I know.” You shook your head, smiling at his response before turning your head and taking in who he had become. Gone were the luxurious curls, replaced with a buzzcut. A pair of fake glasses perched on his nose in further attempts to conceal his identity. Hallowed eyes. His skin tinted gray from the stress. You ran your fingers through the fuzz on his head, massaging his scalp. A sigh escaped his lips, eyes fluttering shut, with hands reaching to caress yours.

“You cut your hair.”

“You did too.” His fingers danced in the ends of your own tresses. A sad smile furnished your face.

“It had to be done,” you replied, before pressing your lips to his cheek and gently removing yourself from his embrace to get your laptop. “We need to get started. We’ve found a lot since you left.”

With his head on your shoulder, fingers laced with yours, and your laptop on your lap, you recounted the on-going investigation to him. The deep web that just kept going and going. Your theories and suspects. And when that was done, you kept talking. How Aunt May and his friends were fine but missing him. How the remaining Avengers were fairing. Peter was oddly quiet, sharing only a few thoughts here and there, but you attributed it to his weariness.

As the sun continued to dip, the silences between sentences stretched, but you mustered more words. As if your sentences were the delicate string that grounded him to you.

“Y/N,” he interrupted. You looked at him and hummed in reply. He began playing with your fingers, eyes never meeting your own. “I love you more than I ever I thought I could, and I’m really thankful for everything you’ve done. And you’ve done so much. Like, I don’t know if I would have even made it this far without you, but here you are, and well, you can’t keep doing this.” You cocked your head, before shaking your head, hair rustling.

“What? Peter, we are getting somewhere! I just need to visit the-“ He lets go of your hand, fingers clenching into trembling fists.

“No, no more visits. No more investigating. This can’t be your life. When this started, we thought there was a way out. But it’s been over a year. Clearly whoever or whatever is doing this won’t stop until we’re all gone. This may never stop. I can’t have you throwing away your life for me. Hell, I don’t even know when I’ll see you aga-“

“Peter,” you cut him off, your voice pitched lower in concern, “Where is this coming from? We’re gonna make it. It is just a matter of-”

“I can’t give you what you deserve! I’m Spider-Man, so we don’t get to have a house and two kids! We get this-, this fucking disaster! I live like this because I have to. I don’t get a choice. And you shouldn’t be stupid enough where you are doing the same thing!”

Your mouth fell open, ready to spit back poison when he looked at you. It was in his eyes. Behind the falling tears and redness was the glint of insecurity that Peter had always carried. This was the child whose parents died. The teenager who didn’t stop his Uncle Ben from getting killed. Who held Tony Stark in his last moments. The man who was on the run.

The hero who would never stop giving to a world who would never stop taking.

Your thoughts frenzied. If you held on to him too tightly, he would resist. The more he would thrash, determined to save you while slowly sacrificing himself until there was nothing left. Your brain was frozen, so your heart gave you the words-

“Marry me.”

Peter’s eyes widen before retracting into a tight furrow, scrunching his nose.

“What?! No! Did you not hear anything I just said-“

“I’m not leaving you. I will never leave you. The one thing you never get to doubt in the world is us. So, I’m gonna ask you again; will you,” you took his hand, went to one knee, and let your voice soften as you held his gaze, “Peter Parker, marry me?”

You both bathed in silence. His chocolate doe eyes boring straight into yours, searching for truth. The thought that maybe you had gone about this the wrong way started to crawl into your mind, but then a smile slowly creeped onto his face, bright red with blush. More salt-water pooled in his eyes. He pulled you into a near lung-constricting embrace, smothering wet kisses into every inch of your face. Mine. Mine. Mine. You could practically hear his thoughts as you basked in each kiss. I missed you. I love you. And oh my god, you’re here to stay.

“What did I ever-, I have no idea know what I ever did to ever deserve you.” A smirked formed on your lips.

“Is that a yes?” The gold stars in his eyes shined at your playfulness. There was the man you always loved.

“Yes, yes, oh god yes. I do, Mrs. Parker,” he said pulling you in for a passionate kiss. And you both stayed there, melting into the ground beneath you. Breathing each other in as moments passed. Tender “I love you’s” flowing generously from both of your lips. As if the world had vanished and all that existed was you and him, and him and you, and this understanding that this, this was a love until death do you part.

Peter was the one to break the string of kisses, leaving you to chase his lips before touching his forehead with your own. His breath hot on your face. “I- , if you go to my lab there is a secret compartment. In my desk. The code is your birthday. I was going to ask you myself, but then, well… this.” You chuckled as he stumbled on his words.

“I’ll get it as soon as I can.” You both leaned in to close the gap again when a cacophony of sirens and lights echoed in the streets below.

Frustration filled Peter’s eyes as he sat up. “Shit. I-, I gotta go. Are you gonna be okay?” You let out a shallow breath, but quickly forced a smile.

“Go get’em.” And with the whip of his webs, he was gone.

You sat there for a moment, taking in the new quiet. Your fingers graced your lips, still warm with the memory of his. A lightness had settled in your chest, and with every breathe you could feel it pulse stronger.

Because no matter what it took, no matter how long the wait, there was two things for certain.

He was going to protect the city. And you were going to save your husband.

#In Extremis #peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker fluff #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker imagine #peter parker one shot #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n

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redgillan · 5 years ago

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Under Pastel Skies - 3

Sugar daddy!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Modern!AU Bucky doesn’t need anyone, especially not a sugar baby. He isn’t that desperate… but she smiles so sweetly and she’s endearingly awkward, and he’s so lonely. She’s an artist, a painter, the type of person who always puts others before herself. Throwing caution to the wind Bucky offers her a place to live, a place where she can finally paint whatever her heart desires. He doesn’t need much in return; a friend, a muse.

Word Count: 2,587

Warnings: none

A/N: I wanted to give Reader a family and this is the easiest way to do it. Btw Peggy’s husband isn’t Steve, I have other plans for him ;) Enjoy!

Wannabe sugar daddies don’t interact, idc if you have money, eat it and leave me be.

The rest of the week went by, and you kept hoping Bucky would come back. You hadn’t seen him since he’d left 300 dollars under his napkin after visiting you at work. You had tucked the bills into your bra, knowing they would be safe there, and walked home at the end of your shift.

Now it was Thursday afternoon and you were craving a day off.

Natasha’s apartment was spacious and the oversized glass window bathed the living room in natural sunlight. The apartment was a gift from Sam. Obviously.

You dropped your purse on the sofa –your bed- and laid out the bills on the coffee table. It was made of marble and brass, another gift from Sam.

You didn’t know what to do with the money, so you took it wherever you went, to keep it safe. You wanted to return it to Bucky. It was too much and you weren’t used to random acts of kindness.

You sunk into the cushion and blew out a sigh as you stared at the money. The persistent vibration of your phone against your thigh pulled you out of your thoughts. Half expecting it to be Natasha, you answered without looking at the caller ID.

The operator told you that Scott Lang was calling from Saint Quentin State Prison, and asked if you would accept the charges. You agreed. You always agreed.

“Splotchy, I need your help.”

Closing your eyes, you let your head fall back against the cushion. “I told you to stop calling me that, Scott.”

It was a silly nickname.

As a child, your mother dubbed you splotchy because of the colourful doodles you painted on the living room walls, and your siblings, who were roughly a few years older than you, had loved using that nickname. Especially since they knew you disliked it.

Their support and endless enthusiasm played a big part in your artistic journey, nurturing that spark into a flame. What started out as a childlike fascination with colours and shapes became your whole life. No one was surprised when you decided to pursue a degree in fine arts.

After the death of her husband, Peggy Carter adopted five children; a little boy from San Francisco, a little girl from Wakanda, twins from Sokovia and a little girl whose birth parents were still in high school. You were the last one, the only one she adopted as a baby.

“Is it offensive to call an artist splotchy?”

“It’s irrelevant. I haven’t painted in months,” you replied. “And we’re not kids anymore, you can use my name.”

“I’ve been calling you Splotchy for so long, I forgot your actual name.”

“You’re so funny,” you deadpanned. “What do you need, Scott?”

Scott’s tone changed suddenly, his voice grew agitated. “I need you to call Maggie. She isn’t picking up when I call her.”

“Scott,” you sighed.

“I haven’t talked to Cassie since her birthday,” he cut you off, pleading. “Please, I just want to talk to my little girl.”

Maggie was Scott’s ex-wife. Six months after his incarceration, she had filed for divorce. Natasha thought it was a real dick move but you didn’t blame Maggie. She was alone, her husband was in jail –for basically being a dumbass although the official charge was embezzlement and destruction of property- and she had a kid to raise.

Maggie wasn’t a saint but she was a good mother, and Cassie was a smart and healthy kid. Now you knew what to do with Bucky’s money.

“I’ll call her,” you said. “Listen, I’m going to put 50 bucks on your book. Buy yourself a bar of soap, I can smell you from here.” Scott interrupted you with a monotone ‘har har’. You chuckled. “I’ll buy Cassie a Christmas gift on your behalf, all right? I think she wanted a bike.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you,” he chanted over the phone, his voice muffled as if he was holding the receiver too close to his mouth. “Are you sure you can afford it? I know it isn’t easy for you. Between living in New York and paying for mom’s nursing home, you don’t have to-”

“It’s fine,” you said, cutting off the conversation. “I’m not alone, Okoye helps.”

“And Wanda?”

“She sends postcards from time to time.”

The line went quiet for a moment. “I want to get out of here so bad,” Scott groaned. “Everything’s gone to shit since I went to jail.”

“Everything’s gone to shit since Pietro died, Scott.” You both remained silent, remembering your late brother. Just thinking about him made your eyes start to prickle with tears, so you cleared your throat and ended the call. “I’ll talk to Maggie. You’ll be out soon, just... stay out of trouble. Love you.”

You left your phone on the table and kicked off your shoes before you lay down on the sofa for a well-deserved nap. In your dreams your brothers weren’t either dead or in prison, your mother hadn’t been diagnosed with Alzheimer, and you weren’t a burden to your friend.

If you were lucky enough, you wouldn’t even dream at all.

The next day, Bucky arrived at the hotel at six thirty and you playfully glared at him from across the lounge. He wasn’t stupid, he knew why you were glaring at him. At least he had the decency to look a little sheepish.

“Just so you know, you bought yourself about 30 breakfasts,” you told him, referring to the far-too-generous tip he had left the other day.

“A man’s gotta eat,” he replied with a boyish cockiness that made him look stupidly attractive. You were too flustered to find a good comeback.

You brought him his cup of coffee and let him enjoy his breakfast while you attended to your other clients. It was an unusually busy day, the room was packed with families who were getting ready to explore Manhattan. You didn’t have time to chat with Bucky and he didn’t stay long. You saw him flinch a couple of times; the muscles in his shoulders pulled tight and his eyes darting left and right.

He left another ridiculously generous tip, along with a handwritten note. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day x.

Bucky came back the following week, and even though it was a quiet morning, you made sure to find him a table in a secluded spot. He didn’t notice when you slipped the 300 dollars into the pocket of his coat. You could be pretty sneaky, too.

“Mmmh,” he said, wiping his mouth with a napkin, “I looked at your Instagram.”

“Oh,” you glanced at your shoes, embarrassed. “Wait, you’re on Instagram? I have a hard time imagining you scrolling through your feed.”

He laughed a little. “I’ll admit I’m not as tech savvy as you youngsters, but I’m not a fossil. I use it to look at the pictures my sister post of my niblings.”

“Cute,” you grinned.

“Anyway,” he said, pushing a hand through his hair. “I love your work. It’s very unique; a cross between Impressionism and Post-impressionism. It’s realistic, and yet there’s something different...” his face scrunched up as he tried to look for the right word. “There’s something in your paintings, something that isn’t here in real life but perhaps should be. It’s hard to explain. It’s a feeling, a color, a pattern; it’s indiscernible but it’s there.” He looked up at you, his cheeks red with embarrassment. “I’m not making much sense, am I?”

You blinked, suddenly stunned that someone had such strong opinions about your work. There was nothing but sincerity in his ocean-blue eyes, and for a moment, you were at a loss for words.

“I, um-” you cleared your throat, “Thank you, I didn’t know that. I look up to Monet, obviously. His work is phenomenal, and I also have a soft spot for Van Gogh.” You ran a hand across your face. “Sorry, I’m a little emotional. The people who compliment my art are usually my siblings, and Nat.”

“And now me,” he said with a warm smile. “And soon a lot more people.”

Flustered, you bit your bottom lip. “That would be nice.”

Bucky nodded. He gathered his silverware and set them on his plate, trying to buy time. You watched him hesitate before he turned to you. “I noticed that your last post was from almost a year ago.”

“Yeah,” you said with a casual shrug. “I don’t really paint anymore. I’m too tired when I get home and supplies are expensive.”

“Of course,” he pursed his lips in thought. “Are you free this afternoon? I was wondering if we could meet for coffee.”

You tried not to show your surprise but his words made the sleeping butterflies in your stomach crack an eye open, their interest piqued.

Was he asking you out? He’d come to your workplace every week since your brief ‘date’. He always gave you more-than-generous tips, and he listened to you with a combination of close attention and warmth that made you weak at the knees.

He’d made it clear he wasn’t looking for anyone but maybe he had changed his mind. Agh, down girl! He just wanted a friend.

You looked into his beautiful eyes, seeing a myriad of expressions cross his face before he smiled at you.

“I ain’t gonna hurt you, angel.”

It was an honest lie, just hearing him call you angel felt like a punch to the stomach. The butterflies were dancing around, reborn, and chanting the word ‘date’.

“If you don’t like coffee, we can have tea, or ice cream,” he said, “anything as long as you can sit down with me.”

You snorted. “Okay.”

“Okay,” he repeated, smiling. “This is my number. Pick a place and I’ll meet you there.”

After breakfast, you closed the restaurant and started cleaning the Lounge. You brought everything back to the kitchen, stacked the dishes in the dishwasher and turned it on. Then you put away the unopened miniature jams, butter and whatnot, and gathered the remaining patisseries and fresh fruits in a basket that you would later bring to the reception.

You worked mechanically. It wasn’t exactly the most exciting job you’d ever had.

You couldn’t stop thinking about Bucky. It was easy to let your mind wander into the cosy and dangerous territory of this being a real date.

You decided to go to the Australian coffee shop near Natasha’s apartment. It was popular but not as crowded as Starbucks, which suited you fine.

After your shift, you removed your uniform and changed into the spare set of clothes you kept in your locker for emergencies. Emergencies being an impromptu date or a night out with Nat. You dug around in your purse for your lipstick; the nice one, the Carter Red as your mother called it.

You dabbed the lipstick on your lips, staining them. You only wore it on special occasions, and you weren’t sure Bucky deserved your full red pout.

You walked to the café with a little pep in your step and a confident smile on your face. The freezing temperature didn’t matter, you were too giddy to care. It was a date, it had to be, why else would he ask you to meet for coffee?

You smiled when you saw him through the coffee shop window. He was chatting with the waiter as the latter set two mugs on the table.

“Hi again!” You shrugged out of your jacket and took a seat.

“I hope you like hot chocolate. Carl, here, says it’s their best seller,” Bucky said, smiling kindly at the waiter.

“Enjoy, and if you need anything else don’t hesitate to call me.”

You carefully wrapped your cold hands around your mug while you watched Carl walk away. A moment of silence rose between you. Bucky watched you with an unreadable expression, making you fidget in your seat.

“I’m glad you came,” he finally said.

“Me too. I’m a little surprised you asked.”

He looked down at his mug and smiled; it didn’t reach his eyes. “I have something to ask you.” He paused. “The night we met, you said you agreed to see me because being in a... financial relationship felt like the only solution to your problems.”

Your smile faltered but he didn’t seem to notice. Oh. The butterflies in your stomach fell so suddenly that it felt like carrying a ball of lead. They went back into hibernation.

“If I had been a decent person and, I don’t know, bought you a drink, talked to you,” he paused, meeting your eyes. “Would you have been interested in this type of relationship? With me, I mean.”

You swallowed hard. “You want to be my sugar daddy.”

It wasn’t a question but a statement. You were slowly realizing that you had been wrong about his intentions. This wasn’t a date, it was a business afternoon tea.

He winced. “Do we really have to call it that? I was thinking mentorship. I can provide financial help, and in exchange you could be my friend.”

“I can be your friend for free,” you said, your throat tightening.

He shrugged, a small smile on his lips. “This way we’ll both get something out of it.”

You looked down at your hands, still wrapped around the mug, and pursed your lips in thought. You felt a sharp tingling sensation in your nose, a sign that you were about to cry. You closed your eyes and clenched your jaw, fighting against the flood that was coming.

You pushed all the emotion down and forced a smile to your face. “Do you mind if I use the restroom? I just took the subway, I’d like to wash my hands.”

Bucky watched you, momentarily stunned by your request. “Of course, take your time,” he quickly recovered.

“Thanks,” you croaked, pushing your chair back.

You picked up your bag and walked to the restroom, your legs feeling like cotton wool. You didn’t need to use the restroom, you had walked to the café, but you needed a moment alone to collect yourself.

A woman came out of the restroom, holding the door open for you. You picked up the pace and thanked her before closing the door behind you. You looked pretty sickly under the artificial light of the restroom. Your eyes were glassy with tears and your red lips were taunting you.

“Got your hopes up, uh?” You watched your lips move. A little humourless chuckle escaped you and you shook your head at your own idiocy.

You aggressively wiped the lipstick off your mouth with the back of your hand and sighed deeply as you looked at your reflection in the mirror. Now you felt like an idiot.

It wasn’t Bucky’s fault. He had been nothing but nice and kind, and perhaps you had mistaken his kindness for flirting. A naïve mistake. You had always been a little clueless when it came to men.

You ran your index fingers under your eyes to get rid of the makeup that had gathered there. It wasn’t the end of the world, you barely knew him anyway. It didn’t hurt any less, though.

Maybe it was time for you to do something out of character, to experience life no matter how crazy it seemed. You were dreading this conversation with Bucky, but you couldn’t hide in the restroom forever. With another sigh, you pushed yourself away from the sink and walked out of the restroom.

Part 4

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #marvel #marvel fanfiction #marvel imagines #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes fanfiction #marvel imagine #bucky barns imagine #redgillan #redgillanwrites

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ao3feed-lokiangst · 3 years ago

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The Warmth You Bring To My Heart - Loki One Shot

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/pA1gNw2

by frostironfudge

based on the request received on tumblr:

hey lovely. i was wondering if you could write me a loki x plus size reader where shes insecure but he gets a crush on her and asks her out but she thinks since hes the god of mischief its all a joke?

Words: 5320, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Loki (TV 2021), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Avengers (Comics), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Loki (Marvel), Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Sharon Carter (Marvel), Madame Hydra, Viper - Character, Ophelia Sarkissian, Quentin Beck

Relationships: Loki/Reader, Loki & Reader, loki/plus sized reader, loki & plus sized reader

Additional Tags: hurt comfort, plus size reader, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Protective Loki (Marvel), Avenger Loki (Marvel), Non-Canon Relationship, Fat Shaming, Insecurity, Badass, agent reader, Protective Natasha Romanov, Loki & Tony Stark Friendship

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/pA1gNw2

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #loki #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #marvel cinematic universe #angst

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red-doll-face · 5 years ago

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Masterlist

red-doll-face slasher blog masterlist!

Hello! Welcome to my blog! This is my masterlist, where you will find almost every piece I’ve written. Each piece has additional warnings at the top so please check those!

Updated: 07/21/21

A small legend:

gn: gender-neutral

tm: trans masc

afab: assigned female at birth

f: fem reader

m: male reader

nsfw: content that is usually sexual in nature

hcs: headcanons

pieces: usually 180-1800 word drabbles

Slashers

Jason Voorhees

Hcs:

First Kiss gn

Giving a Lap Dance gn

Slashers Getting Pampered gn

Slashers x nervous Reader gn

Jealousy hcs m

Slashers as DBD Killers gn

Pieces:

For you. f (mentioned) pt.1

Dedicated To You. gn (no mentions of gender) pt.2

Sanguine gn

Mojito gn

Rob Zombies Michael Myers

Hcs:

x clumsy goth Reader gn

x Reader (related to Loomis) gn

Slashers x nervous Reader gn

Pieces:

Full Course gn slight nsfw

Michael Myers

Hcs:

Taking Care of Sick S/O gn

x Magical Girl!Reader gn despite prompt

Giving a Lap Dance gn

Slashers Getting Pampered gn

Slashers x nervous Reader gn

Mark of Incision f nsfw (a 6 chapter au for michael myers: a little ooc AO3 link)

Pieces:

locked in. pt.1 gn

keeper. pt.2 gn nsfw

Under a Blanket of Blue gn nsfw

Heavy Metals gn

A Friend from Work gn

(There is another section for Michael below, the difference being Dead by Daylight standards bc I know some people don’t play this game. It’s not that good. 😔)

Bubba Sawyer

Hcs:

First Kiss gn

Sfw and Nsfw hcs f nsfw

Domestic Fluff hcs gn

x Magical Girl!Reader gn

x Feral Alt s/o gn

Giving a Lap Dance gn

Slashers Getting Pampered gn

Slashers x nervous Reader gn

Pieces:

Right Action gn nsfw

Angst Prompt 37 gn

Free Room gn nsfw

Billy Lenz

Hcs:

Sfw and Nsfw hcs f nsfw

x shy goth Reader gn

x trans masc Reader tm

x reader who loves plants gn

Pieces:

Sleeping Dust Bunnies gn

Vulnerability gn nsfw

Lent tm

Angst Prompt 23 gn

Asa ‘The Collector’ Emory

Hcs:

x Detective!Reader gn

x Blind Singer!Reader gn

x Reader who attracts bugs gn

Pieces:

Lovely Letters gn

Anything gn

By Similar Methods gn

Catalogs gn

I Don’t Live Today gn

Thomas Brown Hewitt

Hcs:

First Kiss gn

Sfw and Nsfw hcs f nsfw

Slashers Getting Pampered gn

Slashers x nervous Reader gn

Jealousy hcs m

Pieces:

In the Middle of May afab nsfw

Harry Warden

Hcs:

Nsfw hcs gn nsfw

x clumsy goth Reader gn

Slashers as DBD Killers gn

Pieces:

Light Headed gn nsfw

Daniel ‘Candyman’ Robitaille

Hcs:

x Reader with allergies gn

Brahms Heelshire

Hcs:

Slashers as DBD Killers gn

Dead by Daylight Killers

Max ‘The Hillbilly’ Thompson Jr.

Hcs:

First Kiss gn

Sad Hc gn

Frank ‘The Legion’ Morrison

Hcs:

Nsfw hcs gn nsfw

x Male s/o with a dog m

Killers x sweet Reader gn

Pieces:

Red Strings gn

Snow Blind afab nsfw

Michael ‘The Shape’ Myers

Hcs:

x Reader slapping their ass gn

Pieces:

My Blue Heaven gn pt.1

Blues in the Night gn pt.2

Drabbles gn

Sad Hc gn

Danny ‘The Ghostface’ Johnson

Hcs:

x Magical Girl!Reader gn

x Male s/o with a dog m

Killers x sweet Reader gn

Pieces:

Bargaining with the Devil gn nsfw

Nothing More gn

Drabbles gn

Anna ‘The Huntress’

Pieces:

Kiss Prompt 11 gn

Kiss Prompt 47 gn

Kiss Prompt 50 gn

Drabbles gn

Evan ‘The Trapper’ Macmillan

Hcs:

x Male s/o with a dog m

x Reader slapping their ass gn

Sad Hc gn

Pieces:

Drabbles gn

Susie ‘The Legion’

Hcs:

Nsfw hcs gn nsfw

Pieces:

Fluff Prompt “Can I uh kiss you?” gn

Pretty Little Black Eyes gn NSFW

Amanda ‘The Pig’ Young

Hcs:

Sad Hc gn

x Reader slapping their ass gn

Pieces:

Fluff Prompt “Are you tired? Here, I’ll carry you the rest of the way.” gn

Angst Prompt 17 gn

Joey ‘The Legion’

Hcs:

Killers x sweet Reader gn

Philip ‘The Wraith’ Ojomo

Hcs:

Killers x sweet Reader gn

Sad Hc gn

Kiss hcs + blurb gn

x Reader slapping their ass gn

Pyramid Head ‘The Executioner’

Pieces:

A Case of Bleeding Flesh gn

Sad Hc gn

x Reader slapping their ass gn

Kazan ‘The Oni’ Yamaoka

Hcs:

Sick Reader hcs gn

Sad Hc gn

x Reader slapping their ass gn

Pieces:

A Star in the Night afab nsfw

Bubba ‘The Cannibal’ Sawyer:

Hcs:

Sad Hc gn

x Reader slapping their ass gn

Rin ‘The Spirit’ Yamaoka:

Adiris ‘The Plague’:

Caleb ‘The Deathslinger’ Quinn:

Hcs:

x Reader slapping their ass gn

Ji-Woon ‘The Trickster’ Hak:

Hcs:

x Reader slapping their ass gn

Nemesis T-Type ‘The Nemesis’

Hcs:

Fluff hcs gn

x Reader slapping their ass gn

Pieces:

Already Yours angst gn

Herman ‘The Doctor’ Carter:

Hcs:

x Reader slapping their ass gn

Dead by Daylight Survivors

Dwight Fairfield

Hcs:

First Kiss gn

x Killer s/o gn

Sad Hc gn

Pieces:

Core gn nsfw

Angst Prompt 17 gn

David King

Pieces:

Gratification gn nsfw

Quentin Smith

Hcs:

General cute hcs gn

Sad Hc gn

Pieces:

Angst Prompt 7 gn

Claudette Morel:

Hcs:

Sad Hc gn

Meg Thomas:

Ace Visconti:

Feng Min:

Laurie Strode:

Jane Romero:

Yui Kimura:

Zarina Kassir:

Cheryl Mason:

Élodie Rakoto:

Steve Harrington:

Hcs:

Sad Hc gn

Pieces:

Yandere Prompt ‘You’re all I ever think about’ gn

Jeff Johannson:

Kate Denson:

Yun-Jin Lee:

: Let me know if any of the links aren't working. Please read warnings at the top of each post I don’t mean to upset anyone. Thanks for reading !! :

#slasher x reader #michael myers #michael myers x reader #jason voorhees #jason voorhees x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #bubba sawyer #billy lenz x reader #dead by daylight #red writes #masterlist #dbd the shape #the collector x reader #asa emory x reader #ghostface x reader #dbd ghostface

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ao3feed-strangerthings · 4 years ago

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Dead by Daylight x Reader

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3iikIYF

by Foxynite

Words: 62, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Dead by Daylight (Video Game), Halloween Movies - All Media Types, Left 4 Dead (Video Games), A Nightmare on Elm Street - All Media Types, Saw (Movies), Ash vs Evil Dead (TV), Stranger Things (TV 2016), Silent Hill (Video Game Series), The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (Movies)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: Multi

Characters: Dwight Fairfield, Claudette Morel, Meg Thomas, Jake Park, Nea Karlsson, Laurie Strode, Ace Visconti, Bill Overbeck, Ash Williams, Feng Min, David King (Dead by Daylight), Quentin Smith, David Tapp, Kate Denson, Adam Francis, Jeffrey "Jeff" Johansen, Jane Romero, Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington, Yui Kimura, Zarina Kassir, Cheryl Mason, Evan MacMillan | The Trapper, Philip Ojomo | The Wraith, Sally Smithson | The Nurse, Lisa Sherwood | The Hag, Max Thompson Jr. | The Hillbilly, Michael Myers, Herman Carter | The Doctor, Anna | The Huntress, Leatherface | Bubba "Junior" Sawyer, Freddy Krueger, Amanda Young, Kenneth "Jeffrey Hawk" Chase | The Clown, Rin Yamaoka | The Spirit, Frank Morrison, Julie (Dead by Daylight), Joey (Dead by Daylight), Susie (Dead by Daylight), F.J.S.J. | The Legion, Adiris | The Plague, Danny "Jed Olsen" Johnson | The Ghost Face, Demogorgon (Stranger Things), Kazan Yamaoka | The Oni, Caleb Quinn | The Deathslinger, Pyramid Head | The Executioner

Additional Tags: NSFW, Reader-Insert

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3iikIYF

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #fanfiction #stranger things

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dwaynepride · 4 years ago

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toxic things ncis nola characters say during an argument:

warnings: general toxic behavior a/n: i was inspired by a tiktok so my pain is now yours

dwayne: always the good guy - "i wouldn't say something like that." - "i know you don't understand, but i'm doing this because i care about you." - "don't say things you'll regret."

chris: doesn't take the relationship seriously - "what do you mean? we went out last week." - "you know i'm busy with work. i don't wanna spend our time together fightin'." - "you're the one who brought this up, not me."

sebastian: thinks he embarrasses you / you're out of his league - "you can do a lot better than me." - "are you saying i'm not good enough?" - "but that's what you wanted to say."

tammy: doesn't care about your feelings - "it's not my job to fix you." - "well, maybe you should've said something sooner instead of just waiting to yell at me." - "i have other things to worry about."

hannah: makes you feel guilty - "you know, it hurts a lot to hear you say that." - "i don't know what i'm supposed to do to fix it. you just keep yelling at me." - "maybe you should just leave and think about what you've said tonight."

quentin: distances himself from you - "if you're gonna act like this then i'm leaving." - "you make me not want to open up." - "this is why i don't like to mix work with personal life. because it gets messy."

loretta: acts emotionally superior to you - "you're acting like a child. grow up." - "i didn't think you'd be so immature about this." - "you think you're right and i can't change your mind. so i'm being the bigger person and i'm walking away."

#ncis new orleans x reader #ncis nola imagine #ncis new orleans reader insert #dwayne pride x reader #chris lasalle x reader #sebastian lund x reader #tammy gregorio x reader #hannah khoury x reader #quentin carter x reader #loretta wade x reader

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quanticowrites · 4 years ago

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Mr. Perfect in every way part three (Quentin Carter x Reader)

•• Here we go!!!!!!! 😈 Also, sorry if it’s kind of short. It seemed longer on my phone. Either way, I hope you all enjoy! ••

“Who is it, Audrey?” Quentin came from the living room to the hallway on his crutches. He smiled as he made eye contact with you. “(Y/n)! I wasn't expecting you back until tomorrow.” You took a deep breath. Keep it together, you told yourself. Just keep it together until you can back the hell out of here.

“Sorry, I didn't know you had dinner plans.” You lifted up your take out, hoping that Quentin wouldn't notice the wine bottle sticking out of it. “I guess I'll just head home now.” You quickly took your leave, retreating back out the door before Quentin or Audrey had a chance to say anything. What the fuck was she doing here? Quentin had told you he and Audrey had broken up shortly after he’d come to New Orleans. You tried to blink away the tears that were starting to pool up in your eyes. You guessed they must have made up.

“I can’t believe I thought we had something.” You laughed at yourself the whole walk home. “I’m such an idiot.”

After that you made up every excuse imaginable not to go check in on Quentin and make sure he let the Physical therapist into his apartment, but he must have because the next week Carter was cleared by the doctors at the hospital and director Vance. It was easy to avoid someone when they were stuck at home. Once he came back to work, it was much harder to avoid Quentin. You took every assignment you could with Tammy or Hannah. They’d given you plenty of pep talks and told you they knew exactly what they were going through. It helped, up until they told you that you should confront him. They must have relayed that information to Pride because he made you stay back with Quentin to help Patton on coms and watch the thermal satellite feed of the warehouse they were raiding. It’s where a drug cartel was hiding it’s operation.

“I’ll be right back,” Patton broke the awkward silence between the two of you.”I left one of the suspects cell-phones in the kitchen.” Patton left the room and Quentin struck.

“Have you been avoiding me?” God you wished you’d gone to get the phone for Patton. You knew that Quentin would have to confront you sooner or later...but you were really banking on the later.

“How can I avoid you?” You started. Trying not to sound like a wounded animal. “We work together.” He scoffed.

“You know what I meant.” He crossed his arms. That did not help to ease your nerves. “All of a sudden you stop showing up at my place for therapy sessions, you’ve gone on every assignment with either Hannah or Tammy this week. What did I do?” You let out a sigh through your nose. Why is he acting like he gave a damn? He didn't know you. He didn't know your feelings. That day in the hospital had just been the medication talking.

“What do you care?” You hissed, trying not to let your emotions get the best of you. “You and Audrey seemed to have worked things out. How was dinner the other night?” He blinked.

“This is about-” He raised his voice. You flinched. “Audrey and I are done! She told me she wanted nothing more to do with me!” You laughed.

“Then why was she at your place when I came last week!”

“I found some of her jewelry in my closet! You rushed the hell out of there before I could even call you back.” You took in a shaky breath as a tear fell down your cheek.

“Don’t pretend like I mean something to you. You could have come after me. I stood outside your door for a few minutes after that.”

“I’m not pretending. When I got shot, I wasn’t expecting anyone to have my back during recovery, but you were there every step of the way.”

“Well-yeah! You got shot because of me! It was the right thing to do!” He rolled his eyes, laughing.

“You still blame yourself for that? Jesus Christ you people!” You screamed.

“WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO WHEN I THINK I LOVE YOU?!” You slammed a hand over your mouth. FUCK. You couldn’t believe you just said that out loud. Pride coughed over the coms.

“Uh...are we good to go in?” What was even worse, everyone on the team had just heard your entire conversation.

#quentin carter x reader #quentin carter #quentin carter reader insert #ncis new orleans #ncis new orleans x reader #ncis nola #ncis nola x reader #ncis nola reader insert

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margoshansons · 5 years ago

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Yours Truly, 2095: q.b.

Quentin Beck x Summers!Reader

Summary: ---She was unexpected, but not unwanted.

Warnings: Slight manipulation?

Notes: Spoilers, obvs. Based on the album ‘Time’ by ELO. Yes, she is related to Scott and Alex. Was going to be posted tomorrow, but really wanted something today.

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As soon as Quentin saw her he knew she was going to be a thorn in his side. He had counted on Maria and Fury showing up, but she was unaccounted for, a variable in his perfect equation.

He always hated variables. The more he could control the better.

“Mr. Beck” Fury approached, the two women trailing behind him, “Thank you for agreeing to meet with us on such short notice.”

Quentin smiled viciously, grasping Fury’s hand before bouncing his eyes to the women behind him. Maria eyed him suspiciously, just as he suspected he would, but her...the way she looked at him set off an idea in his head.

“These are Agents Maria Hill and Y/N Summers, they’re here to help against the threat you alerted us to.”

His gaze lingered on her for a while longer before turning back to Fury. “Anything to help. These elementals are dangerous. They...destroyed my earth, taking my family with them.”

He made sure to look at her as he said that. It was only for a second, but it was enough to catch her off guard.

Agent Summers shifted at the uncomfortable gaze, and Quentin knew the seed had been planted.

She approached him after the meeting, and he resisted the urge to smile at his success in drawing her in.

“Did you know me?” was all she asked, bright eyes wary of the supposed interdimensional being, “Back on your earth, I mean.”

Quentin sighed ever so slightly, gingerly touching his wedding band in a moment of theatrical genius. “We were...close, friends even”

Y/N nodded, gingerly walking away before turning back to Beck who was deep in whatever bullshit he and his team had cooked up. He felt the hesitation in her steps as she gazed back ever so slightly, victory leaped in his stomach.

His smirk stained his face as his plan formulated itself in his head.

Every superhero needed a love interest. Someone to spur them forward. Someone to motivate them and stand by their side while they put their life in jeopardy.

Tony Stark had Pepper Potts.

Steve Rogers had Peggy Carter before he went in the Ice.

And now Quentin Beck would have Y/N Summers. The equation had been solved.

***

As she continued scanning for the electromagnetic pulse, Y/N couldn’t get the earlier encounter with Beck out of her head.

His stare had lingered on her, and she wasn’t blind. She had seen the way his eyes fell when he looked at her. The soft smile he had given when she asked. The way he fingered his wedding band when she asked what he was to her.

She knew that he had been married on his Earth.

She just never expected it to be...her.

Y/N sighed in exasperation, her leg shaking. This complicated the mission immensely.

Fury couldn't know about their conflict of interest or else he’d send her back to filing mission reports instead of keeping her in the field.

That’s not even taking into account her own personal problems with the revelation.

Y/N wouldn’t deny that she was intrigued by Quentin, especially since he was one of the few interdimensional beings that was easy on the eyes.

But now that she knows…

What did that mean? Did he expect her to fall in love with him and regain his old life back? What did he expect of her? Not to mention the sixth sense in the back of her mind telling her that something wasn’t quite right.

“I’ll be right back,” She told Maria, “I need to ask Beck about these electromagnetic pulses.”

“Hurry” Maria instructed, “We only have a few more hours until it appears.”

Y/N nodded, strolling down the aisles of the makeshift Shield base until she found herself knocking on the door of Quentin’s room.

The caped hero opened the door, sans cape and dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans.

“Hi,” Y/N played with her fingers as she met Quentin’s surprised eyes. “I uh, We’re tracking the pulses like you suggested, and I---”

His eyes softened and she knew she couldn’t keep up the charade.

“I don’t know what I’m doing.” She whispered placing her hands on her hips refusing to meet that soft inquisitive gaze.

“Agent Summers right?” Beck asked. “Let me guess, you didn’t come here to talk about electromagnetic pulses did you?”

Y/N chuckled. He just saw right through her, didn’t he? “Uh, no, I did not.”

He leaned against the doorframe, his open stance inviting her in.

“Look, I’m not her okay?” She breathed out, stress filling the cavity in her chest.

His blue eyes flashed with surprise. “What?”

Y/N sighed, fidgeting once again before continuing. “The woman you knew back on your Earth? Whatever version of me that was, I’m not her, and I just--I need you to know that.”

Quentin nodded, something behind his lingering gaze. “I know,” his voice was silky, soothing. “I just--you look so much like her it’s hard to remember sometimes.” His gaze dropped, the same sad tone from earlier imprinted in his voice.

“I’m sorry about your family,” Y/N offered, placing a hand on his shoulder. “And I’d be happy to get to know you, honestly. But as Agent Summers, not whoever you knew back on Earth-833.”

“I’d like that Agent Summers”

Y/N’s lips tugged upward at his reply, and she felt the blood rushing through her cheeks. “Alright,” she chuckled awkwardly, “Well, uh, I’ll see you around Mr. Beck.”

“Call me Quentin.” He urged, a wide smile on his face.

“Alright” She laughed awkwardly. “I’ll see you around, Quentin.”

Electricity lit up in her chest, the strange feeling plastering the wide smile on her face as she sauntered back into the control room, a skip in her step.

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Y’all I’m so happy to be writing this. I’ve been planning this almost as long as TKK, and it’s based on one of my favorite albums of all time. This will be switching off with My Mother’s Daughter, so get ready!

Don’t forget to like, comment, and reblog! Thank you so much!

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spookysnicket · 5 years ago

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Blog Rules 👻

Hello loves, it’s spooky! Thanks for stopping to read the rules! I try to keep this updated for mobile readers, however some sections may not be the exact same as how it is from the link on my blog. Rules and character lists below the cut. If asks are open, request away ❤

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Hey! Thanks for stopping by to the read the rules, ilysm,,

Remember to check my description to see if requests/matchups are open! *If you send something in while they’re closed, I still might do it, but it’ll get put at the bottom of the to write pile. However, please know this is not a guarantee.

PLEASE do not follow this blog or interact with my content unless you are 16+, and do NOT send ANY NS!FW requests unless you are 18+. If you are under 18, I ask you to please blacklist/block my tag #NS!FW before interacting. I don't mean to judge anyone, however minors interacting with any of my ns!fw content makes me extremely uncomfortable. Thank you for respecting that in advance (:

INFORMATION FOR MATCHUPS:

*Spooky’s matchups include a pairing with ONE of the characters from my lists based on information you give me, followed by AT LEAST 5 (likely more) personalized HCs for you and your match. Feel free to add NS!FW bits and send a matchup request in for an OC. My matchups are based on the character I think would be most compatible with the information sent, however if you would like a specific character, or like to avoid a specific character, please go ahead and mention that in the request. Please use these suggested points when submitting a matchup request to help me better choose your match:

The preferred gender(s) for matches

Your personality/personal traits/attributes

Your hobbies or skills

OPTIONAL: 3 words to describe yourself with

OPTIONAL: What you’d like in/from a match

OPTIONAL: A brief description of your appearance

OPTIONAL: Your preferred pronouns

OPTIONAL: Preferred a slasher, non-slasher, dbd killer, or survivor match

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RULES:

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I WILL:

Do any format for requests- (if you don’t give me a format, your request will most likely be written as hcs) This covers headcannons, fics, drabbles, shorts, and reactions (GIFs & HCs)

Cover angst and a majority of sensitive topics, only excluding any super out-there kinks and things like excessive non con or vivid abuse (everything will be tagged accordingly)

Do multiple characters for one request

Take NS!FW requests, however these might take longer

Write for a reader with any gender identity, sexual and/or romantic orientation, disability/disorder, etc- HOWEVER I will not write for a reader of any certain ethnicity (outside of matchups), as something I write could be offensive and I don’t want to take that risk

I WILL NOT:

Write anything NS!FW for characters who are canonically minors, nor will I age them up just to write NS!FW requests for them; however I will write for childhood prompts

Write for AU prompts, unless they’re really interesting, I’m just fairly terrible when it comes to writing anything outside of realistic fanon/canon

Write anything I deem too OOC for characters requested, aside from crack for fun

Write character x character WITH THE EXCEPTION of certain poly! x readers

*If you’re still unsure if you can send in your request after reading these, send me a message or ask about it on anon! I’ll get back to you ASAP!

SLASHERS I WRITE FOR:

Jason Voorhees🏒 *NO NS!FW

Thomas Hewitt 🍴

Bubba Sawyer 🐓

Billy Lenz 👁

Billy Loomis 🌂(polyface 💕)

Stu Macher 📞 (polyface 💕)

Charles Lee Ray/Chucky (1988) (x Tiffany) 🧸

Tiffany Valentine (1998- human only) (x Charles/Chucky) 💄

Leslie Vernon 🍎

Bo Sinclair 🔧

Vincent Sinclair 🕯

Lester Sinclair 💀

Patrick Bateman 💳

Michael Myers 🔪

Norman Bates 🐦

Amanda Young ⚙️

*NO NS!FW FOR CHUCKY (I can’t figure out how getting it on with a doll would work)

NON-SLASHERS I WRITE FOR:

Carrie White (Novel & 1976 adaptation)✨ *NO NS!FW

Jennifer Check 💋

Brahms Heelshire 🔥

Hannibal Lecter 🧠 [x]

Eric Draven 🌧

Jack Torrance 🥶

SURVIVORS I WRITE FOR:

Randy Meeks (1996) 💿

Anita ‘Needy’ Lesnicky 💔

Dwight Fairfield 🍕

Meg Thomas 🏃🏼‍♀️

Claudette Morel 🌷

Jake Park 🌲

Nea Karlsson 🛹

Laurie Strode 🎃

Ace Visconti 💵

Feng Min 🎮

David King 🍻

Quentin Smith 😴

Kate Denson 🎸

Adam Francis 📖

Jeff Johansen 🤘🏻

Jane Romero 📺

Yui Kimura 🚦

Zarina Kassir 🔍

Felix Richter 📐

DBD KILLERS I WRITE FOR:

Evan MacMillan ⛏

Philip Ojomo 🚗

Max Thompson Jr. 🐑

Sally Smithson 💔

Anna (Huntress) 🧸

Rin Yamaoka 👻 *NO NS!FW

FJSJ (All Legion members) 🎭 *NO NS!FW FOR JULIE & SUSIE

Adiris (Plague) ☣️

Danny Johnson 📸

Kazan Yamaoka 👹

Caleb Quinn ⛓

Herman Carter ⚡️

CHARACTERS TO BE ADDED:

N/A

*Characters with an [x] by their name are characters I’m not as familiar with or are ones who I don’t have a 100% solid interpretation for

*Feel free to suggest characters you want to see, I’ll add them to my list! If I can’t find the movie a certain character is from, I’ll end up doing research on them until I think I can write them well enough (:

*FOR CHARACTERS WITH MULTIPLE VERSIONS: Please specify which version you’d like- otherwise I’ll write for a combination of their timelines

*Thank you again for reading the rules, I owe you my soul ❤️❤️ And happy requesting!

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petuniatom · 6 years ago

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No. 1 Party Anthem [2] | College!Tom AU

Pairing: College!DJ!Bartender/Barista!Tom Holland x Fem!Reader

Series Summary: You’re coming up on your last year of college, grappling with finally getting ready for the actual “adult” world and being in two majors you’re not crazily passionate about. When you’re in the middle of a stressful essay at your favorite local coffee shop/upstairs bar, Dommo’s, you meet Tom Holland, a barista and bartender.

You slowly get to know each other over sangria, and soon enough manage to slip your way into his world where the days don’t usually end until about 5 a.m., music is everything, and uncertainty is your best friend.

A story about late night laments, sangria, and a whole lot of growing up.

SERIES MASTERLIST | Ch. 1

Word count: 5.8K

A/N: Hello! Long time no post! Here’s the long awaited update. It’s a little bit more exposition here, but part three is when it starts getting a little bit more spicy. Primarily, we’re focusing on watching the reader developing more of her other friendships here. But stay tuned for pt. 3 which will be coming very soon!

“I don’t see why we couldn’t just go to Dommo’s,” you whined.

You’d been waiting nearly an hour in line outside of Over & Easy with Tony and Jacob. The day before, you made them promise to get mimosas with you Saturday morning, following their late-night adventures and your Friday night essay-writing. While Over & Easy was one of the best spots in town for brunch food, its popularity meant usually there was a battle for those wanting to get inside.

Jacob and Tony, rather than accepting your quiet suggestion to head over to Dommo’s, were insistent that Over & Easy was the best idea for today. Though it was bound to be busy, Tony was craving their french toast and Jacob said their mimosas were better deals anyway. (After all, Saturdays usually meant pitchers for $5, so he wasn’t wrong.)

“You just went there yesterday!” Tony said. “And we rarely come to Over & Easy.”

“C’mon, it’s good to do something different every once and a while,” Jacob said, nudging you.

“Well, it’s just for a place that’s named Over & Easy it just seems to be the exact opposite,” you huffed.

Jacob snickered, and Tony rolled his eyes at your statement.

“What’s going on with you? Why do you want to go to Dommo’s so badly?” Tony asked.

“My car is there,” you said. Tony and Jacob shot each other a look. You knew the jig was up; these boys could read you almost too well. “All right, I met someone there yesterday. He was really nice. And I wanted to see him again because I forgot to get his number.”

Tony and Jacob let out a long, “Ooooh,” at your response.

“Well, I hear all the Dommo’s bartenders and baristas are kind of fuck boys, Y/N, so it might be well-worth your time to just skidaddle anyway,” Tony said. “But I mean, if you want to meet him, just pop-in for more coffee or something when you go get your car.”

You bit your lip. “I know, but he just didn’t seem like the usual type for Dommo’s. He actually seemed nice, like he wanted to talk to me. He listened to me complain about my major for like two hours, and gave me free sangria. You don’t just give anyone free sangria.”

“We do every week,” Jacob replied, lifting his arms up. “Whine and Wine, c’mon.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Yes, but we’re close friends. This guy was a stranger.”

“Doesn’t our roommate work at Dommo’s?” Tony asked, slightly scrunching his face up.

Jacob shook his head. “No, you idiot. He works at Wilson’s.”

“I swore he told me that once,” Tony muttered, shaking his head.

At that moment, your group’s name was called out, and you were ushered to a table in the back that seated four. You all ordered a round of mimosas, but you were all going to stick to just that — only one. Tony and Jacob were admittedly a little bit hungover still from last night, and while you were fine, you thought it’d be good to still hold off after all the sangria you drank the night before.

You chatted with both Jacob and Tony about how classes were going so far. Tony was going to have a stressful upcoming week, considering he had an exam coming up in one of his chemistry classes. Jacob, however, was going to be able to take it easy this week. He was a film and acting student, and he only had to worry about a group project he was going to be tackling soon. For the most part though, he was more thrilled than anything when it came to its progress so far, discussing how he met this new girl named Zendaya he wanted to integrate into the friend group.

“She’s a great actress and one of the most laid-back girls I’ve ever met in my life,” Jacob said.

“What is she studying?” you asked, lifting your eyebrows up.

“Women studies and music theory, but she’s heavily involved in the theater scene too.”

“You have to invite her for whine and wine. We need someone new in the mix,” Tony insisted. He then turned to you. “Are you inviting anyone new?”

“Maybe Brynn,” you mused, shrugging.

Jacob and Tony both groaned.

They hadn’t completely warmed up to your friend after an ill-fated incident at a previous party where she, in a completely drunken haze, decided to start jumping on Tony’s already fragile bed, and ended up breaking it. They hadn’t seen her since, slightly agitating the relationship between them and her. In her defense, she did help Tony pay for a new headboard and whatnot. So she wasn’t completely disgraced — just not a favorite to have around.

“You know what that means, time to lock all the bedrooms,” Tony huffed.

You giggled at your friends response, shaking your head. “I don’t think she’ll do something like that again. Besides, it’ll be good to have her around again. You guys can actually get to know her this time around. She’s a good person to complain with.”

“Why couldn’t you just get the bartender’s number and invite him instead?” Tony griped. You knew he was (mostly) kidding, but you were a little bit sad when you realized how fun it would be to invite Tom to Jacob and Tony’s parties on Wednesday nights. You could sit in the corner and chat, sipping on more wine and just get to know each other.

“More mimosas?” your waitress asked, approaching your table.

“I think we’re going to stick to water now,” Jacob replied, thanking her.

After a surplus of french toast and laughing, you were soon walking along the street toward Dommo’s to pick up your car.

Chatter consumed the world around you and you weaved in between all the people who were heading toward their own hangover brunch. You couldn’t help smiling, thinking of how you loved your college town for all its quirks.

As you headed in front of Dommo’s, you immediately spotted your car in one of the two hour free-lots, groaning when you realized you’d gotten a parking ticket for exceeding on your allotted time. It was a $35 ticket — not the worst you’d ever gotten downtown, but still not great.

Figuring you had nothing to lose still, you popped your head inside, scanning the room for Tom.

You sighed when you realized he wasn’t inside, but told yourself that you could maybe make a run by another time. He still owed you that latté that he talked to you about last night anyway. Either way, you headed back to your car, tucking the parking ticket in your glove box.

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Over the course of the weekend, you quickly got over Tom. You fixated on your homework that was due Monday and Tuesday, burned some candles, and caught up on your favorite television shows. He turned from your brief confidanté into a passing memory.

Soon enough, you were back in your poli-sci class, plopped next to Brynn on the left side of the classroom as your professor lectured. You were nervous about today. He’d sent out an email before class that said he would be handing back papers today — a paper you rushed to complete and barely glanced over. You knew your grade was bound to be fucked by the time you got yours.

While your thoughts spiralized, your classmates were consumed in a debate over the topic of the paper. You heard Brynn contribute to the discussion and you started to doodle on your notebook, in hopes of temporarily escaping your thought process.

You then felt Brynn nudge you, a typical cue for when she needed you to back her up on something. You figured it was the typical conservative boys in the corner giving her trouble, and lifted your head up.

“What’s going on?” you whispered in her ear. “I’ve been tuned out.”

She snickered. “Nothing really, just Brad and Chad here are saying that voter fraud is the reason Hillary Clinton won the popular vote, and it’s an epidemic across the country. No racist history behind voter laws whatsoever.”

You rolled your eyes. Of course, your poli-sci discussion always turned into this at one point. You typically enjoyed the debates a little bit more, but since it was still within the first month, you were in the less compelling element of class. You were less enthusiastic about the fact that you were currently stuck in this class with two of your least favorite fellow political science majors — Carter Higgins and Quentin Carver. They’d followed you through the political science classes since your freshman year, but most of the time, you were fortunate enough to only have one of them. This semester, you got both of them.

You were grateful when your professor decided to cut off the discussion early to hand back papers. You slumped back in your seat, somewhat eager to see your grade and yet not prospective about how it was bound to look.

Soon enough, your professor called out your name. Your fingers felt jittery as you walked up to the front, and grabbed the folded paper from his hand, and returned to your seat.

You unfolded the packet of paper carefully. You were surprised when you saw in red pen on the front a giant “A” and a note from him that said, “Excellent job.”

A wave of relief washed over you. You slumped back into your chair, this time in pure disbelief.

“What did you get?” Brynn asked, leaning over to spot it. “Holy shit, first paper and you already aced it. He’s a tough grader too. Congrats.”

You’d heard of this particular professor’s reputation before throughout others who took his class, so you were familiar with some of the horror stories when it came to grading. You knew it wasn’t just you who helped coordinate all of this, as your mind wandered back to your Friday night in Dommo’s and the bartender who was kind enough to look over your paper.

You focused back on Brynn. “Thanks! How did you do?”

She frowned, “B+, but still good. Better than I expected, that’s for sure.”

You packed up your things into your backpack, waiting patiently for everyone to be handed back their papers. Once everyone had, he gave a short overview of what to do on future papers, should anyone need help and reiterated his office hours incase anyone wanted to chat about their grade. Shortly after, everyone was dismissed, and you slung your backpack back over your shoulder. There was a bounce in your step as you approached the door to the classroom, but right as you were getting ready to leave, your professor called your name again.

You turned around, facing him. “Yes, Professor McKinley?”

“I was really impressed with your paper, Y/N. It was one of the best I’ve seen right off the bat in this class. You have a fairly impressive future ahead of you,” he said.

You were flattered by the statement. Sure, you excelled in all of your political science courses, and you were glad you were already doing well in this class in particular. Yet, the thought of the future still somewhat terrified you. You wanted to tell this professor so badly that you had no idea how you were going to handle things following this school year, and the last thing you thought the future would be for you was “impressive.”

“I’m currently looking for an undergraduate student to be a research assistant and join my team,” he continued. “I think you would be perfect for the job if you’re interested. I need someone that I know can analyze, write, and work well with others. Currently, I just have one person, Carter Higgins actually, who works with me, but I always like to have another person around while campaign season unfolds.”

You gulped. You weren’t sure if you wanted to work alongside Carter; you hated him. Yet, this was a tremendous opportunity. Professor McKinley was one of the most well-connected professors politically. If you wanted a job at a non-profit or in a politician’s office, he almost always had a way in. If you joined and impressed him, you could ride on his coattails.

“What exactly would I be responsible for?”

“Just doing research, maybe picking up some books from the library. We’d go to different parties of political candidates as well. You might accompany me to a few panels as the election approaches, all sorts of things. It’s a great opportunity to network and learn more about political research.”

You bit your lip. Admittedly, you didn’t like your current job so much. It’d be nice to do something during the school year that focused on what you were passionate about.

“I’d love to do it,” you said.

He beamed. “Great, I’ll send you a link tonight to apply. I’m looking forward to working with you, Y/N.”

You gave him a polite thank you, before exiting the room. Brynn was outside, leaning against a wall and waiting for you. You smiled when you saw her.

“What was that all about?” she asked, synchronizing with your step as you both exited the building.

“Professor McKinley just asked me to work for him and do something political research,” you said, not meaning to brag, but well, it did sound that way.

You hated whenever you talked to Brynn about things like this. While she was an amazing friend, she was prone to jealousy and being competitive. A lot of the times, that manifested in your friendship with one another.

You could tell she was a little bit envious about the offer you received, and you felt a little bit guilty. Soon enough, a smile was on her face. You weren’t sure how genuine it was.

“That’s good. You’re going to get a lot of good networking out of that,” she said. “Congratulations!”

And yet, it felt forced. You weren’t sure just why you felt so guilty. Normally, if something like this happened, you would wave off the person who was exhibiting this kind of jealousy. But it was Brynn, and Brynn was one of the most passionate people you’d ever met. She genuinely cared about political science; it was her life ambition. The opportunity would have meant so much more than a resume line and connections to her.

“Thanks,” you replied. “But here’s the downside, I have to work with Carter Higgins.”

She groaned and you felt a little bit better in knowing you could now joke with her about the offer.

“I fucking hate that kid. He thinks he’s so important just because he’s a man and knows how to walk on two legs,” Brynn muttered. “Timmy Turner lookin-ass.”

You giggled at your friend’s string of insults. None of them were inaccurate.

“Speaking of Carter, why were you so spacey today? I needed your back-up.”

You let out a long sigh, uneasy how to best navigate the conversation. You didn’t want to agitate the whole friendship you had between you and Brynn, since you’d known she spent all week working on the paper. You knew she was going to judge you just a little bit for your lack of promptness with the paper, particularly since you’d gotten the special offer from Professor McKinley.

So you settled for, “Oh, I’ve just been anxious all day.”

“Why?”

You hadn’t thought that far along yet.

“Just a number of different things,” you said slowly. You decided your best bet was to slowly spin off the truth. “And like, I don’t know, I was nervous about my grade on the paper because I didn’t think it was my best work, and like, this one is going to sound a little bit lackluster, but I met this cute boy this weekend. We flirted for a few hours and I really liked him, but I forgot to get his number.”

It was an exaggeration to an extent, but for the most part, there was no lie.

“Oh that always sucks. I’ve done something like that before,” she replied, frowning slightly. “But hey, maybe you’ll bump into him again sometime soon. And like, I feel you on the anxiety in general, because I get that all the time.”

You felt yourself simmer down after her response. There were so many reasons you liked Brynn, but primarily because she never invalidated you when you talked about the things that were stressing you out. Even if they were just small things like forgetting to get a boy’s number at a bar.

“So, tell me about the boy,” she nudged you on.

You smiled and recounted how you met Tom to her, and how you opened yourself up to him so immediately it surprised you. You told her how sweet he was, how he waited to ensure you were comfortable with him giving you a ride home and in making sure you got home safely to begin with.

“Wow, you’re smitten by someone you’d only met for maybe two hours,” Brynn remarked.

You laughed. “I know, highly unlikely for me right?” You shook your head, your eyes slightly sparkling. “Some people are just magnetic, though, you know? And I think he’s one of those rare types.”

Brynn donned a smile at your words. “I honestly never thought I’d see the day where you were so flustered over another person. Who knew Dommo’s would put something like this together, huh?”

Brynn was reasonably surprised. In all the years that she’d known you, you’d never really pursued a relationship with another person. Often when someone was interested, you’d go on a date, but it almost always turned into nothing besides maybe a brief fling. This was the first time she saw you genuinely entranced by another person since you’d both been at college.

It was just that you were a total stickler about dating people you felt like were just as motivated as you were. Or at least, people who could keep up with you in terms of interests and banter. Other potential significant others you’d met over the years were great, but you always felt like you were never fully understood by them.

There was something different about this thing with Tom. Finding common ground wasn’t an issue. He got you.

“Hopefully it stays a thing. I haven’t seen him since, remember?” you continued. “And I don’t know how to see him again considering I don’t exactly have his phone number or anything like that?”

“Well, hopefully we’ll find him somehow. Worse come to worse, just run to the studio on Friday and see if he’s around. Or go to Dommo’s again somehow. If he works there as much as he says he does, I’m sure you’ll bump into him eventually.”

***

It was Wednesday night, which only meant one thing for your friend group — Whine and Wine time. You pulled the Yellowtail you’d been saving in your cabinet out, placed it in a bag, and walked over to Jacob and Tony’s apartment.

When you first moved out of the dorms, you knew you wanted to live by yourself. Jacob and Tony desperately wanted you to move into their apartment, but you had a feeling that if you shared a home with them, you wouldn’t be able to handle their living habits. Even so, the three of you agreed to live in the same apartment complex anyway — that way if you ever wanted to hang out or get drunk at the others’ apartment, it wouldn’t be a far distance.

You’d arrived at their front door in less than five minutes. Jacob’s eyes brightened considerably when he opened the door and saw you, and you gave him a tight hug. You were the second person there; the first being Laura, who was an expert at making sangria and was helping them out.

Granted, the general rule in your friend group was to typically arrive 30 minutes after the planned time. So by that standard, you were still about 15 minutes early.

“You’re not going to believe who’s coming today,” Jacob said as soon as you walked into the apartment.

You raised an eyebrow, setting the yellowtail you brought on the counter. “Who?”

“Our roommate,” Tony said from the couch. He was sprawled across it, already half a wine glass into the night. “Can you believe it? I invited him, not really thinking he’d say yes, and he texted back that he’d love to come!”

“He’s gonna be here around 8 o’clock,” Jacob said, nodding his head.

You grinned. “Way to include him in the friend group finally, guys!”

“You’re awfully excited, Y/N,” Laura remarked from the kitchen.

“Okay, they’ve been telling me about this guy for a while now, and he’s so mysterious like- I’m just curious about him. Where does he go? What does he do? Is he cute?”

“She’s going to scare him off within the first five minutes of being here,” Tony said.

You rolled your eyes. “Or maybe he’ll be happy that someone is finally acting interested in his life around here. You guys just ignore him!”

Jacob raised his hand. “In my defense, I try talking to him. Tony barely acknowledges him in the kitchen.”

“I don’t,” Tony admitted. “It’s just weird, like what do we talk about?”

“Wait, so in the morning if you’re like in the kitchen at the same time you guys just stand there in silence?” Laura asked.

You nodded your head. “Tony does at least.”

Laura shot him a look. “You don’t at least say hi or anything?” Tony shrugged again, and Laura rolled her eyes, slightly giggling. “No wonder he doesn’t really come home!”

“I’m trying now!” Tony attested, lifting up his glass of wine for another sip.

“He’s redeeming himself,” you joked. “Speaking of redemption, you know my good friend Brynn, she’s coming tonight. And I think we should give her a chance again, okay?”

Both Tony and Jacob groaned again.

“I’m already at max capacity tonight, Y/N! She broke my bed!” Tony protested.

Laura giggled from the kitchen and you rolled your eyes. “Guys, c’mon. She’s so much fun. Might be a little bit judgey from time to time but like a good friend.”

Jacob shrugged. “Listen, I’m usually just joking about all of this. I don’t actually have a problem with her. If you say she’s good, I believe you.”

Tony was pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m locking my bedroom door.”

You stuck out your tongue at him, before turning to Jacob and asking, “And what about your friend?”

Jacob frowned. “She’s not coming tonight. She couldn’t make it.”

Tony sat up straight. “What?!”

Jacob shrugged again. “She said she was busy! She seemed disappointed, so maybe some other night.”

Tony let out a long sigh. “I hope she comes eventually. We need more friends around here,” he said.

Laura then started pouring herself a glass of sangria from the pitcher. She offered some to you, which you naturally accepted.

It was good, but not even close to the quality of sangria Tom made you at Dommo’s. But even so, you were content with it.

“Damn, she’s missing out on some great sangria,” you complimented, taking another sip.

Slowly, more of your friends started piling into the apartment. Abraham, Sally, and some people you didn’t know well started walking in right around 7:30 p.m., exactly when you expected more of the crowd to show up. You nudged Tony over and sat on the edge of the couch. Laura sat on the other side of Tony, while Jacob primarily played host by greeting everyone who came in.

Brynn came next, after the large wave of people. She plopped on the ground in front of you, and you could see Tony eyeing her. You knew he was genuinely wary around her, and you couldn’t help giggling slightly at their dynamic.

Brynn started making conversation with Tony, and surprisingly, he was receptive to it. You were only half-tuned into their discussion, as you sipped more of your sangria and enjoyed being slightly antisocial for a long moment.

“So when are we going to start complaining or start group games?” one of Jacob and Tony’s friend that you hadn’t met yet asked.

That was another tradition of whine and wine — when you weren’t crying over your week, you were usually sitting together in a circle playing Cards Against Humanity or more likely, King’s Cup.

“Soon as my roommate gets here,” Jacob said. “We’re waiting on him and a friend to officially get started.”

You all gathered around in different sections across the room to begin catching up. You mostly pursued conversation with Laura, talking about her classes and what life had been like as an accounting major.

Every now and then, you glanced over at Tony and Brynn, who were still having somewhat of a decent conversation. Tony seemed less uneasy about opening up to Brynn now, as his animosity from Brynn breaking his bed was now gone. Laura nudged you about it, placing bets that by the end of the night they would hook-up.

You wandered over to Jacob, who was pouring some more wine for himself over by the kitchen.

“They’re getting along well now, huh?” you whispered, gesturing over to Brynn and Tony.

Jacob snickered. “You know how Tony is. You think the two of them will be good for each other?”

You cocked your head. “I think they have the potential to be. Either they’re going to mortal enemies or soulmates.” Jacob laughed.

But then, the door swung open. You knew who it was going to be even before Jacob leaned over to say it. It was the mysterious third roommate — the one that you’d heard so much information about, but had never met. You felt your heart pick up its pace, ready to make your judgements as soon as the door came to a close.

Two heads poked their way in the apartment. The first was a tall, blond man, with broad shoulders and a serious expression. As you weaved your way through your own memory, you realized you didn’t recognize the face. And it didn’t seem to fit the descriptor Jacob and Tony t0ld you about since they’d moved into this apartment. They told you their third roommate was on the shorter side, and this guy seemed to be fairly average in height, if not higher than average, all together.

But, even more surprising was when you were able to see the second head that stuck its head through the crack of the door. You knew the face; it’d been a face you’d been looking for almost extensively over the course of the past few days. And now, there he was — Tom himself. He was standing right in front of you, with an inquisitive and apprehensive expression across his face as his eyes surveyed over the room. With the ways his eyes moved with ease, like he knew the apartment itself, you knew at once he was the mysterious third roommate Jacob and Tony had been talking about so much.

You laughed to yourself about the irony of it all. You’d been looking for him for so long it felt like, and now, he was right under your nose after all this time.

His eyes brightened once they connected with yours.

“Oh, Y/N, my roommate is here,” Jacob said, nudging you. “Tom! There’s someone I want you to meet!”

He weaved his way over to you and Jacob in the kitchen, his blond friend following closely behind.

“Tom, this is Y/N,” Jacob said, gesturing toward you. “She’s a friend of mine and Tony.”

Tom shoved his hands in his pockets. “Oh, Y/N and I actually know each other. We met Dommo’s this weekend.” He gave you a quick head nod, and you smiled.

Jacob raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really?” He shot a look over at you. You could tell by his reaction that it was all clicking in his head — the way you were eying Tom, the conversation you’d had at Over & Easy, the fact that Tom said you’d already met, and more.

“Yeah, Tom was really helpful to me when I was complaining over that paper I had to write for pols. He even proofread it for me,” you replied.

Jacob nodded his head, a small smirk tugging on his lips. It was all the confirmation he needed. You tried not to blush.

“This is my mate, Harrison by the way,” Tom said, gesturing over to the tall blond boy standing next to him. He stayed relatively quiet throughout the introduction, but now he gave you and Jacob a quick greeting. He was a fellow Brit, you learned quickly. “Harrison, this is Y/N and then Jacob, who is my flatmate. The other one is somewhere around here.”

Jacob and you both gave a quick wave.

“Welcome to your first whine and wine,” Jacob said. “There’s sangria over in the corner, and all the wine is communal usually, so feel free to drink whatever. No one really gives a shit here, we all just try to get drunk and complain.”

Harrison and Tom both grinned.

“Now that’s what I’m down for, mate,” Harrison said, and all of you laughed.

Tom and Harrison excused themselves from the conversation to get a drink. Jacob shot you a look again.

“So that bartender you’ve been obsessed with is my roommate?” he asks.

“It appears so,” you replied, cocking your head. “And I’m not obsessed with him. Just… curious.”

Jacob chuckled, shaking his head. “Oh, whatever. I know you.”

You gave a pout. “I’ve only met him once.”

Jacob shrugged. “Just saying, for meeting only once, he obviously left an impression on you.”

And in truth, Jacob was absolutely right. You were enamoured by Tom in a way you couldn’t quite explain. There was just something about him that you were still trying to decipher.

You weren’t sure if you’d met anyone like him before.

Tom wandered back over to you and Jacob, Harrison closely in tow. He lifted up his glass of sangria, in somewhat of a cheering motion.

“Sangria isn’t so bad, huh?” you asked him, as he took a sip out of the glass.

Tom shook his head, a small smile curling up on his lips. “Do you like it better than mine?”

You pursed your lips. “Yours is definitely the best I’ve had.”

You could tell Jacob and Harrison were surprised by how easily the two of you got into conversation, but they weren’t quite fully sure on the context behind the topic at hand.

“At the bar I work at, I make sangria a lot of the time,” Tom explained. “I’m always trying out new recipes. Y/N was one of the few to try a new one I made the other day.”

“It was really good,” you replied, nodding your head.

“Well, you’ll have to bring it over to Whine and Wine sometime. I think we need more of that around here, if anything. The more alcohol, the better,” Jacob said. He was met by the chuckles of both Tom and Harrison. “But, we’re going to start a game soon if you guys want to jump in. We usually play Cards Against Humanity, or like King’s Cup which is a fun drinking game.”

Tom shook his head. “I think I’ll hold off for now.”

“I’ll jump in,” Harrison offered.

Jacob shot you a meaningful look.

“I’ll hang back,” you said swiftly. “I’ll kick in though after a few rounds, okay?”

Jacob seemed a bit disappointed by your answer, and you knew it had a partial role in the fact that earlier in the week, you’d turned down hanging out with Jacob and Tony at all of those parties. But he could handle himself. This was the first time you were seeing Tom in a while, and you wanted to get to know him better.

Jacob and Harrison both headed over to the living room, where the whole crowd of attendees were hanging out. You tried to stop your hands from fidgeting when you realized you were alone with Tom now.

“I got a job because of your excellent proofreading skills,” you said, a bit abruptly. “Thank you for that.”

Tom’s eyebrows raised at your statement, and a small grin curled up on his lips. “Really? Where?”

You explained how it was a research assistant job, but the professor it was attached to had multiple connections that were bound to help your own prospective career. You mentioned how you got one of the best grades in the class compared to the other students on the paper, and how he’d noticed it.

Tom nodded his head and his eyes stayed fixated on your face as he talked. It was a bit strange, being able to talk to someone with them being so intent in paying attention in what you had to say. It was so typical in college for all the people you were usually around to maybe check their phone every now and then, or at some point, their eyes would slightly glaze over as you spoke. But that wasn’t the case with Tom. Not at all.

He was attentive and engaged. His coffee eyes were soft, but with kindness, rather than with a lack of interest.

“Congratulations,” Tom said finally, when you were done explaining the premise of your new job. “It sounds like you’re a perfect fit for it.”

“Yeah, m’pretty stoked about it,” you replied, shrugging slightly. “I know I gave you all that talk about how it’s not necessarily my passion, but like I actually think this could be good.”

Tom nodded his head. “At least gives you the hope that you’re going somewhere after college. Which means you’re probably doing better than the rest of us.”

You grinned. “Tom, it seems like you have it pretty together.” He snorted, but you continued. “I mean seriously, you host a good radio show, and from the small interaction we’ve had together, you seem pretty emotionally in-tune. Which is more than you could say about most of the men that I’ve met.”

He snickered. “Well, you haven’t gotten to know me super well yet, so maybe hold off on making a lot of judgements yet. I don’t know if emotionally in-tune is necessarily the best way to describe me.”

You bit your lip, and said softly, “I think I’d like to get to know you better though.” Tom raised an eyebrow. “I just think we could be good friends is all. And you live with two of my best friends, as I’ve learned after today. So, might as well, right?”

You’d backed off a little bit, thinking maybe your initial move was a bit too forward. But thankfully, Tom followed along with it.

“Yeah, if anything, you should come by Dommo’s again sometime soon,” he replied. “After all, I still owe you that latté.”

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