#star spangled cinnamon roll

[there-must-be-a-lock]

20k+ words:

If It’s A Highway: MCU+DC, Bucky Barnes x Jason Todd. Black humor, trauma recovery, and two emotionally stunted idiots falling in love. ~77k, explicit.

i've got a bulletproof heart, you've got a hollow-point smile: Sequel to the previous. Jason's POV, unpacking his issues with sex, consent, and his body. WIP, explicit.

All The Devils That You Don’t Know: DC+Marvel, Bucky Barnes/Jason Todd/Slade Wilson. Bucky is a sadist. Jason is Working Through Some Shit. Slade is somehow the most emotionally stable member of this threesome; nobody is more surprised by this than Slade. 37k, explicit. Now with sequels.

The “Marshmallow Crime Lords” series: DC+Marvel, Clint/Bucky/Jason. In which they’re gay and doing crime, but also, they’re cinnamon rolls. Mostly Batfam shenanigans, identity porn, and domestic fluff. Collaboration with @noxnthea!

Short fic:

A Brat By Any Other Name: Jason/Slade. PWP, basically: restraints, name-calling, bratty Jason, very reluctant daddy kink. Explicit.

Lost My Fear Of Falling: DC+Marvel, Jason/Dick, Clint/Bucky, past Dick/Clint. Pre-poly and feelings about growing up. Mature. And in the same 'verse, the poly negotiations: If You Fall.

Shoot Off : DC/Marvel, Clint/Roy + “hate” sex and banter. Explicit.

Kick Me Like A Stray: DC/Marvel, Roy Harper/Matt Murdock/Frank Castle/Bucky Barnes/Slade Wilson + werewolves and angst. Mature.

The Riot Squad, They’re Restless: fem!Clint/Bucky, pre-fem!Clint/Bucky/fem!Jason Todd + gender expression and punk rock. Mature. And in the same 'verse, You Belong To Me, I Believe - fem!Jason/Slade somnophilia, explicit.

Working On My Night Moves: Jason/Slade, smutty Supernatural-verse virgin!Jason. Explicit.

Guardian Angel of Gotham: Gen. Crowley and Aziraphale relocate. PG.

Boy Wonder: Gen, Criminal Minds crossover. Dick Grayson joins the BAU. G.

Straight On Til Morning: DC/Marvel, Bucky/Jason/Clint Mad Max fusion. Mature.

Mirror Mirror: DC/Marvel, Dick Grayson/Bucky + a blindfold. Explicit.

Show Me Your Teeth - Jason/Tim + Tim not realizing he was turned into a vampire. Mature.

Come Haunt Me: RedHood!Jason/Titans!Jason + self-cest as therapy. Explicit.

Star Spangled: DC/Marvel, Roy Harper/Steve Rogers + spanking. Mature.

The Neighbors & The Apology: DC/Marvel, Bucky/Clint with Jason watching. Explicit.

The Asylum, and Other Things That Won't Stay Buried: Gen, Tim & Jason-centric Old Kingdom books fusion. PG.

Vanilla: DC/Marvel, Clint/Slade + hair washing. Mature.

Got Lost In The Game: DC/Marvel, Jason/Roy/Clint + flirting, karaoke, and darts. Mature.

Close Your Eyes, Catch The Tide: Jason/Roy + Warped Tour AU. Mature.

Four Super-Soldiers and Tony Stark Walk Into A Bar...: DC/Marvel, Civil War fix-it, aka Deathstroke and Soldier Boy annoy Tony so much he forgets to be pissed at Bucky.

Big Spoon: DC/Marvel, Jason/Roy + helping the Winter Soldier detox. Mature.

Not-So-Little Red (Riding) Hood: DC/Marvel, Jason/Bucky/Clint + stockings, lingerie, and Halloween fluff. Explicit.

[deusvervewrites]

Yakuza Inko X Star Spangled X Problem Children:

Possible conflict arises from Ochako fighting to keep her “Family Business” from being taken over by a “Large International Conglomerate”.

Family negotiations were tense until she met Certified Cinnamon Roll Izuku and was all for the merger

[ratonnhhaketon]

Revenge is a Fool’s Game (Chapter 1)

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Summary: Born to two Assassins in the Colonial Brotherhood, Eleanor Price was destined for great things. That is, until the disaster at the Davenport Homestead leaves her family in hiding and her parents' pasts long forgotten. She is determined to find and kill the men responsible for her father's death, no matter the cost. Revenge may be a fool's game, but Ellie plays to win. And the prize might just be a blossoming relationship with the boy training alongside her.

A/N: This is the completely rewritten and revamped version of my previous fic involving Connor and my oc Eleanor Price, Iron. Same characters, different plot, a lot better writing. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1 - The General Store 

The city of Boston was bustling despite the chilling winter that was beginning to slowly come to an end. Civil unrest had been getting heavier during recent days and everyone could sense that something big would happen if it was not taken care of. 

The general store was particularly cold that day, and the occasional burst of frozen air that would rush in with a customer trying to escape the harsh temperature outside was especially chilling. The only sounds occupying the small building were light murmurs escaping the back room and the steady brush of a broom across the front room’s floor. 

The door to the store opened, and a boy about 14 walked in. He wore tan clothing, made of some animal hide, and was donning several weapons. As he pulled the door closed behind him his amber eyes wandered to the girl sweeping the front of the store. She spared him a small glance at first, before looking back up in wonder at him. He looked like he wanted to say something, but didn’t know where to start. 

He seemed just as unsure of his presence as she was. 

Before he had a chance to speak, a woman exited the back room and walked behind the counter. She had on a typical pale pink dress with a white apron tied around her waist. Her hair was twisted up underneath a bonnet, with only a few curls sticking out around her face. “Can I help you, sir?” She spoke up in a sweet tone. 

The boy walked over to the counter and pulled a pouch of coins and a piece of paper out of his pocket. “I need the items on this list.” 

The woman picked up the list and read it over. “Yes, well.. we can get you the tool, pitch, and nails. Lumber is hard to come by these days, as our supplier seemingly vanished.” She poured out some of the coins and counted them before giving the pouch back to the boy. “Now, where did you want these delivered?” 

“Our wagon is just outside, by the statehouse.” His voice was smooth and calm, like each syllable was carefully thought over before speaking. As he walked towards the door he and the girl shared one final glance. 

“Eleanor, come help me gather these supplies.” The woman behind the counter spoke up. The girl gave her mother a quick glance to acknowledge what she had said and immediately turned back towards the door. The boy had left in a flash. 

Begrudgingly, she propped her broom up against the doorframe and followed her mother into the back of the store. 

Fifteen minutes and a few splinters later, all of the ordered supplies had been packed into crates and boxes and were ready to be delivered to the boy’s carriage. Ellie and her sister, Peggy, were tasked with the job of moving the supplies while their mother stayed back in the store tending to customers. 

When they returned through the back door of the store, Peggy noticed their mother deep in conversation in the front room. 

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” She spoke up with an uncertain tone. The two girls quickly hid around the corner of the door frame to further listen-in on the discussion. 

“Not really, no, but I have faith in the boy.” A familiar voice that they knew belonged to Achilles Davenport responded. “He has a lot to learn before he is ready, but he is showing signs of improvement each day.” A gruff sigh. “Have you considered talking about The Creed with the girls?” 

“Absolutely not.” Alice spoke up a little too quickly.

“Alice, don’t you think the girls deserve to know what really happened to their father? You cannot keep telling this lie in hopes-“ 

“No, Achilles, listen to me!” She cut him off. “I can’t go back to that life, I can’t put my girls in danger like that!” A few seconds of silence before Alice spoke up again, this time in a much quieter voice. “I can’t relive what happened to James-“

A gunshot rang out on a street very close to the store, stunning her into silence.  

The two girls peeked out from behind the wall and Peggy spoke up with a very concerned tone. “Mother?!” 

“Girls, make sure the back door is locked and the curtains are drawn over every widow.” The girls wasted no time in retreating back out of sight to the back room of the store. 

“The Templars are behind this.” Achilles spoke in a serious tone. 

Alice’s head whipped back over to face him. Her jaw was tense and there were tears forming in her eyes. “How do you know?”

“I saw Haytham with my own two eyes.” Alice felt her heart drop at those words. 

“He is in Boston?” The older man only replied with a nod. “Oh god, no..”

“Go and keep your family safe. I have matters to attend to.” He turned and started to walk towards the door, with Alice following close behind him. 

She opened the door and held it open for him. “Safety and peace, Achilles.”

He gave her a nod and a light smile. “To you as well.”

~~~~~

It had been nearly a week since the horrible events in Boston had conspired. After finding out that Haytham had orchestrated the massacre Alice had felt nothing but stress and worry.  She was constantly checking the town around her while outside of the store or their home and had started carrying a small knife on her person for self defense. 

Eleanor and Peggy were left alone in the store for the time being, as Alice was on her way back from helping a customer bring their order to their home a few buildings down the street. 

As she was walking back she noticed a familiar figure open the door to the store. Tall, dark hair tightly pulled back, and donning a long black cloak with red accents and numerous weapons slung around the torso. Alice felt her heart shoot up into her neck as she realized who the figure was. 

He had finally found them. 

After grabbing handfuls of her skirts and hoisting them up, she ran the rest of the way down the road and practically ripped the door off of its hinges as she bursted into the building. Her daughter and the man immediately forgot their conversation to turn their attention towards her. “She’s actually not in at the mo- Oh, mother! Are you alright?” Panting and out of breath, Alice only nodded in reply while desperately swallowing down gulps of air. “Well, this gentleman here was actually looking for you.” 

She stood up straight and let out one final ragged breath. “Darling, could you give us some privacy?” 

“Oh, uhh, of course! Absolutely.” The girl quickly disappeared into the back room, making sure to shut the door behind her. However, that didn’t stop her from pulling her sister from her work to listen in to the conversation through the wall. 

“Well, you found me. I’m surprised it took you all this long, considering we never even left the northern colonies. So, are you here to kill me? Take me hostage? Throw me in front of a firing line like you did to all those poor citizens last week?” 

The man looked at her with a puzzled expression. “Alice, I.. I’m not here to hurt you. And I had nothing to do with the massacre, I only read about it in the paper and wanted to make sure you were all okay. What are you talking about?”

Alice crossed her arms over her chest and gave him a stern look. “Your mentor and his associates were behind it.” 

“I swear on my daughter’s life that I am not lying to you.” 

Alice felt her blood begin to boil and heat creep up her face. “Shay, I’m sorry but I have not seen you in seven years and suddenly you show up, hoping everything will just be fine and that I will just suddenly trust you? You killed my husband and then went silent up until now. This whole time I thought something had happened to you, or that you had gone off and gotten yourself killed.” 

“Alice-“

"You have some nerve showing your face to me, Shay Cormac!"

"Alice, please!" She let out a huff before looking at the man in front of her in the eyes, anger still present on her face. Shay sighed before continuing, "I tried to get him to go with the three of you but Haytham.. had other plans. I had to watch him get shot in the back." Alice looked away and tried to blink back the tears that threatened to fall. "I never wanted to hurt anyone in your family, you know that." 

“Shay," Alice spoke with a shaky voice. "Have you been keeping in contact with Haytham?” 

“No. The last time we spoke was after.. everything at the Homestead. I was angry at what he did and we had a falling out. I haven’t received word from him in years.” 

"So how do you know where we’ve been but he doesn’t? A man that smart would know to send scouts searching."

Shay let out a breath before answering. “He.. did. But the report was sent to Fort Arsenal and we made a deal. I will make sure no harm comes to his son as long as he does not harm any of you. That was actually the last conversation we had before he took his leave to Boston.” He put a cautious hand on her arm and, when she didn’t recoil, he relaxed and rubbed his thumb over the soft material of her sleeve. “I know you’ve all done just fine for yourselves for this long, but if you would allow it I’d like to be there for you if at all possible. I owe it to you for being absent this whole time.”

Alice thought over the idea for a moment before nodding. “What exactly did you have in mind?”

“Anything you need, I’ll provide for you. Money, supplies, weapons, you name it and I can get it.  

The younger of the two girls pulled her sister by the hand away from the door and into the middle of the room, earning a surprised “Hey!” from her older sibling. 

“I have an idea, but I need your help.” She looked at the closed door quickly before continuing. “I want the key to the study.” 

Peggy looked at her with wide eyes. “What? Ellie, are you crazy?! It’s off limits, you know we can’t go in there.” 

“Come on, please!” Ellie shot back with pleading eyes. “Don’t you want to know what mother is hiding from us? Especially after the weird conversations she had with Achilles and this Mr. Cormac out there now?” She sighed, “What if it’s information about father’s death?” 

Her sister let out a huff before nodding. “I suppose. But if we get in trouble it’s your fault!” 

~~~~~

The girls knew that Alice kept all her important keys together on the same ring. The store’s front and back, house, and study room keys were always in the same place. Locating them was not difficult, but acquiring them without their mother noticing was. 

When they returned home that night, Alice slipped the keys into her cloak after unlocking the door. 

Alright, now just to get it away from her.

She crossed the small room to the fireplace and immediately got to work on getting a fire started for the evening. As she worked the two girls shared a knowing look, signaling that they were going to try and execute their plan before the night was over. 

After a few minutes of work the room was lit by the orange glow of a fireplace and the house was warming up. Alice finally shed the thick cloak she was wearing and slung it over the chair by the door. “Girls,” she called into the sitting room where her daughters were seated by the fire. “I’m going to start supper. It should be ready in about 30 minutes or so.” 

The girls nodded at their mother before she disappeared into the kitchen. After waiting a minute or so to make sure she was preoccupied, Ellie made a beeline to where Alice had left the cloak. She fished the keyring out of the outerwear’s pocket and flashed it to her sister. Peggy looked up, gave her a knowing smirk, and set off for the study down the hall with Ellie following close behind her. 

Of course, all three of the keys looked the same so they had to try each of them to find the correct one. After getting the door open, Ellie stepped in cautiously and looked around with a look of wonder. The room had two tall bookshelves completely filled to the brim with old books as well as a large desk with chairs on either side. 

Peggy glanced out the door of the study and down the hall before speaking in a low voice, “Just hurry up and grab something.” 

Ellie approached the desk in the middle of the room and picked up a large red, leather-bound book and opened it. Peggy walked over and peered over her sister’s shoulder to read the first page of the book with her.

“What do you two think you are doing?” Alice’s angry voice ripped them from their thoughts. 

The two girls shot back from the desk, terror written all over their faces. Ellie immediately tried to hide the worn out book behind her back. “We-uh, I…”

“It was her idea!” Peggy shot an accusatory finger towards her sister, earning a hard smack to the shoulder. 

Alice approached them menacingly and snatched the book out of Ellie’s grasp before placing it down a little too aggressively on the table next to them. “Haven’t I told you girls that this area is off limits?!” She turned to look at the girls, anger and worry raging in her green eyes. “The information in these books is not for the two of you to be learning. It could cost you your lives.” 

Ellie straightened her back and looked her mother in the eyes. “What are you hiding from us? I heard your conversations with Achilles and Mr. Cormac. What really happened to our father?”

Alice’s voice shrank and her threatening posture fell. “Girls, please.. we’ve been over this.”

Ellie felt tears start to glaze over her eyes. “No we haven’t! We deserve to know what truly happened to him! To our father!” As she grew increasingly upset she felt tears start to steadily roll down her face. 

Peggy stepped forward next to her sister and spoke up. “What if something happened to us. Wouldn’t you want to know who was responsible?” 

Alice looked down at her feet and struggled to find the right words. “I..” A frustrated sigh. “Yes. Yes, I would.” She walked over to the door and gestured for the girls to exit the room. “Go on. We have a lot to discuss over dinner.”

[posi-pan]

Last year, I shared all the 2020 books with pan rep I knew of, and it was only 57 books. My list of 2021 books with pan rep is at 141.

Pan rep in books seems to be growing each year, and I’m really jazzed about it. 🥳🥰 (The eight books above are four I’ve enjoyed and four I want to read!)

The Bookseller’s Boyfriend by Heidi Cullinan

The Boy Next Door by Sierra Hill

Charisma Check by Charlie Novak

Dragon Tamer by Ophelia Silk

The Hidden God by Crea Reitan

The International Language by Jen Luerssen

Lily’s World by Margaux Fox

Love’s Divine by Ava Freeman

The Mark Falling by Samantha Shannon

Só Mais Um Capítulo by Madu Machado

Teddy’s Truth by K.D. Ellis

Tough Love by David Horne

Upon Another Edge Broken by Anthony W. Eichenlaub

We Could Be Heroes by Mike Chen

Wish by A.J. Sherwood

Adore by A.D. Ellis

Best Laid Plans by Roan Parrish

Billy's Geeky Quest by J.B. Buell

Blink by Sawyer Benjamin

Cinderllis by Evie Drae

A Dark and Hollow Star by Ashley Shuttleworth

Enquanto eu Viver by Leticia Rosa

Eu Não Sei Parar de Te Olhar by Lyli Lua

Fat Chance, Charlie Vega by Crystal Maldonado

Goal Lines & First Times by Eden Finley and Saxon James

Hooked on You by K. Evan Coles

How to Be Good by Chace Verity

King’s Ex by E.J. Russell

Leather and Lace by Magen Cubed

The Marriage Rival by Kat T. Masen

My Broken Crown by Steffanie Holmes

Not Quite Out by Louise Willingham

Portals and Puppy Dogs by Amy Lane

Queen of the Immortals by T.R. Hamby

Saving Throw by Alex Silver

Tempting Jordan by Andrea Dalling

Transgressions of Power by Juliette Wade

The Velocity of Revolution by Marshall Ryan Maresca

The Witch by Taliesin Govannon

Act Your Age, Eve Brown by Talia Hibbert

The Blue-Spangled Blue by David Bowles

Brother’s Best Friend in the Mountains by C.J. Turner

Can’t Take That Away by Steven Salvatore

Comatose in Como by C. Farren

The Councillor by E.J. Beaton

Deize o Sol Entrar by Guilherme Buiatti

Drag Me Up by R.M. Virtues

The Home I Find with You by Skye Kilaen

The Long Game by Anna Martin

The Mirror Season by Anna-Marie McLemore

Queen’s Ransom by Layla Reyne

Songs of Red Current Wine by V.L. Locey

The Striver by Vivica Dorn

Temos um Acordo? by Bruna Catarina

Baby Come Back by Roxanne Riley

The Belle and the Beard by Kate Canterbary

Beta Bots by Ava Lock

Bom dia, Sr. Jones by L.L. Moon

Cinnamon Roll by Anna Zabo

Cute Mutants Vol 4: The Sisterhood of Evil Mutants by S.J. Whitby

In Deeper Waters by F.T. Lukens

Fandom by Eden Finley

Final Curtain by J.B. Trepagnier

Headless by Aveda Vice

Hold the Door by Vinni George

Hunting Season by Kate Rudolph

JT’s Mission by Rosie Jarvis

Pieces of Us by Claudia Y. Burgoa

Plus One Bonus by Alex Silver

Ring of the Dragon by Kayelle Allen

Und ich leuchte mit den wolken by Sophie Bichon

The Virgin Rule Book by Lauren Blakely

Blood Pact by Courtney Maguire

In the Ravenous Dark by A.M. Strickland

Coming Home by Rebecca J. Caffery

Feed by Aveda Vice

Getting Friendly by Saxon James

Honest Lies by Sam LaRose

How to Find a Princess by Alyssa Cole

It Goes Like This by Miel Moreland

King & Queen by Maz Maddoz

Perfectly Parvin by Olivia Abtahi

Some Girls Do by Jennifer Dugan

Straight On ‘Til Morning by K.J. Sutton

When You Get the Chance by Tom Ryan and Robin Stevenson

Baby, eu vou by Lylia Lua

Continuum by Chella Man

Galen by Jaclyn Osborn

Just One Night by Chelsea M. Cameron

Metanoia by Cora Menestrelli

Mr Next Door by Joe Satoria

Never Kiss Your Roommate by Philline Harms

Not Guilty by Brit Ryder

One Last Stop by Casey McQuiston

Opening Lines by Jeris Jean

Playing the Role of a Surgeon by Emily Hayes

Save the Date edited by Ann Roberts

Scarlet Sun by Isabel Hansen

Stop and Stare by Katia Rose

Swipe Right by Tagan Shepard

This Poison Heart by Kalynn Bayron

The [Un]Popular Vote by Jasper Sanchez

Weekend Girl by Alex Powell

Cruel and Careless by Bailey Nicole

Demming by Avril Ashton

Have We Met? by Camille Baker

Hold Fast Through the Fire by K.B. Wagers

Keep Me Close by R.M. Virtues

Matched By My Rival by D.J. Jamison

O casamento diferente do CEO by L.L. Moon

Once Stolen by D.N. Bryn

Perfect Timing by A.D. Ellis

Queen to King Three by Jennifer Cody

There’s Magic Between Us by Jillian Maria

The River Has Teeth by Erica Waters

Skin by Aveda Vice

Waylaid by Sarina Bowen

Weapon UwU Vol. 1: Godkillers by S.J. Whitby

Distant Gardens edited by J.S. Fields

The Friendship Equation by J.R. Gray

Freedom in Falling by J. Emery

Love’s Bequest by Blake Allwood

Second Chance Romance by Seth King

The Second Rebel by Linden A. Lewis

Act Cool by Tobly McSmith

Bloody Spade by Brittany M. Willows

The Charm Offensive by Alison Cochrun

A Dark and Starless Forrest by Sarah Hollowell

Keisha and the Rise of the Legacy by T.R. Tells

Sashayed to Death by C. Farren

Bees and Honey by Victoria Weyland

Cute Mutants Vol 5: Galaxy Brain by S.J. Whitby

The Heartbreak Bakery by A.R. Capetta

Initiation by Alethea Faust

Ride the Wreck by Max Walker

Skeletal Equation by A.E. Lister

Thronebreakers by Rebecca Coffindaffer

What’s the Matter with Mary Jane by Candas Jane Dorsey

The God of Lost Words by A.J. Hackwith

Tahira in Bloom by Farah Heron

Yours, Insatiably by Aveda Vice

[jungleindierock]

Jungle Indie Rock July 2020 Nonprofit Playlist

Play and donate to Doctors Without Borders (MSF). 100 songs curated by Mar, Rebjukebox, Daloja and Dao. Cover art by Bárbara Ana Gómez.

Donations managed by MSF, directly on their site, for the support of the global pandemic. DONATE

Tracklist

SKULDPADDA - Wild Card (Sweden); Daloja

The Psychedelic Furs - You'll Be Mine (UK); Rebjukebox

Flyying Colours - Big Mess (Australia); Mar

Jonny Polonsky - Sign In The Window (USA); Dao

Social Animals - Best Years (USA); Daloja

The Killers - Caution (USA); Rebjukebox

Joel Sarakula - Midnight Driver (Australia); Dao

The Jaded Hearts Club - This Love Starved Heart Of Mine (It's Killing Me) (UK); Rebjukebox

The Flavians - On the Radio (Germany); Mar

The Strokes - Bad Decisions (USA); Mar

bigott - This is All Wrong (Spain); Daloja

Nick Cave - Cosmic Dancer (Cover) (Australia); Rebjukebox

Ethan Gold - Not me. Us (USA); Dao

Neuman - The City Of Love (Spain); Mar

Calibra - Spearhead (Spain); Dao

IST IST - You're Mine (UK); Daloja

Sonic Boom - Things Like This (A Little Bit Deeper) (UK); Rebjukebox

Ghost Transmission - Get Me High (Make Me Lose My Will) (Spain); Daloja

Bipolaire - Piña Colada (France); Dao

Hervé - Si Bien Du Mal (France); Mar

Gerry Cinnamon - Canter (UK); Rebjukebox

Alessandra Giubilato - Vento Di Tempesta (Italy); Dao

Damien Jurado - Ochoa (USA); Daloja

Le Ren - Love Can't Be the Only Reason to Stay (Canada); Mar

Iseta - Friendzone Rebellion (Spain); Dao

Muzz - Red Western Sky (USA); Rebjukebox

Inhaler - We Have To Move On (Ireland); Rebjukebox

The Slow Readers Club - Problem Child (UK); Mar

Mura Masa (ft. Ellie Rowsell) - Teenage Headache Dreams (UK); Daloja

I LIKE TRAINS - The Truth (UK); Dao

IDLES - Mr. Motivator (UK); Daloja

The Blinders - Forty Days & Forty Nights (UK); Rebjukebox

Protomartyr - Processed By The Boys (USA); Daloja

Woodkid - Goliath (France); Mar

M83 (Felsmann + Tiley Reinterpretation) - Solitude (France/Germany-UK); Daloja

Jónsi - Exhale (Iceland); Rebjukebox

Sofía Buckingham - Strangers (Spain); Dao

The Low Flying Panic Attack - Demons Grow (Spain); Daloja

I Break Horses - Death Engine (Sweden); Mar

Wilsen - Ruiner (USA); Mar

We Were Promised Jetpacks - Same Mistakes (UK); Rebjukebox

October Drift - The Past (UK); Mar

Amyjo Doh & The Spangles - Smile & Dance (Spain); Dao

Pinpilinpussies - Noventas (Spain); Mar

The Beths - Dying To Believe (New Zealand); Rebjukebox

Los Jaguares De La Bahía - Living With You (Spain); Dao

Clan of Xymox - Lovers (Netherlands); Daloja

AaRON - The Flame (France); Mar

Gorillaz (ft. Peter Hook & Georgia) - Aries (UK); Rebjukebox

Ezrat - Distorsions (USA); Dao

Bedroom - Gulf (USA); Daloja

Johanna Warren - Rose Potion (USA); Mar

Aurora - Exist For Love (Norway); Daloja

Big Thief - Love In Mine (USA); Rebjukebox

Alison Darwin - Meaningless Sounds (Spain); Dao

Rolling Blackouts Coastal Fever - Cars In Space (Australia); Mar

Archers Of Loaf - Raleigh Days (USA); Rebjukebox

Tijuana Panthers - Current Outfit (USA); Rebjukebox

Open Mouth - My Creation (Spain); Dao

Circa Waves - Be Your Drug (UK); Mar

Bellamy - Pop Star (Spain); Dao

SIX to FIX - When The Night Is Over (Spain); Mar

Travis - A Ghost (UK); Daloja

Sarajevo 84 - Arctic Fire (Spain); Dao

Blossoms - The Keeper (UK); Mar

Dan Deacon - Sat By A Tree (USA); Mar

RVG - Perfect Day (Australia); Rebjukebox

Billie Joe Armstrong - I Think We're Alone Now (Cover)(USA); Rebjukebox

Black Lips - Rumbler (USA); Daloja

The Young Wait - Never Sleep 'till Regret (Spain); Mar

Hurts - Voices (UK); Daloja

Una Guapa y Un Gualtrapa - Blame It On Me (Spain); Dao

Egyptian Blue - Four Is The Last Four (UK); Rebjukebox

Fontaines D.C. - A Hero's Death (Ireland); Rebjukebox

Alison Mosshart - Rise (USA); Rebjukebox

L7 (ft. Joan Jet) - Fake Friends (USA); Rebjukebox

Lauren Ruth Ward - Valhalla (USA); Mar

Austra - Risk It (Canada); Daloja

Land of Talk - Weight of That Weekend (Canada); Mar

Cigarettes After Sex - You're All I Want (USA); Daloja

IAMX - Surrender (Acoustic) (UK); Daloja

Paul Weller - Earth Beat (UK); Rebjukebox

The Levitants - Toxic (Spain); Daloja

Swim School - How It Should Be (UK); Mar

Great Hare - Fresh Air (Sweden); Rebjukebox

Easy - Crystal Waves (Sweden); Dao

Viridian - Suddenly (Spain); Dao

Belako - Tie Me Up (Spain); Dao

M. Ward - Migration of Souls (USA); Daloja

The Standby Connection - MB (Spain); Daloja

Jade Hairpins - (Don't Break My) Devotion (Canada); Mar

Paul Heaton & Jacqui Abbott - A Good Day Is Hard To Find (UK); Rebjukebox

The Flamingos Bite - Nightcrawler (Spain); Dao

Ender Bender - Star Killer (USA/Italy); Dao

Mando Diao - Sjalens skrubbsar (Sweden); Daloja

I Am A Rocketship - False Impressions (USA); Dao

Jehnny Beth - Heroine (France/UK); Daloja

Clara Plath - Trully (Cigarettes After Sex cover) (Spain); Dao

Poliça - Forget Me Now (USA); Mar

Holy Fuck - Moment (2020); Mar

Links: JIR Playlists

[samthemarvelfan]

One Last Time: Part 1 of 2

Summary: ModernAU! Mini Series! With her best friend’s wedding around the corner, Ella Monroe is bound to run into people from her past. While she may have left her old life behind, it seems as though her heart hasn’t.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC,(can be read as Y/N) Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson

Warnings: Swearing, heavy angst, infidelity, mentions of drinking.

A/N: Hi guys! This idea came to me at about 3 am last Thursday and I’ve been fine tuning it since. It’s a long one again, (sorry!) so strap in! <3

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“So there’s no one you wanna bring?” Wanda asked through your speaker.

You’d put her on speaker phone when you entered the hotel room. Walking through checking for any imperfections, you continued your conversation.

“Wan, honestly it’s fine. I told you I didn’t need a plus-one when you sent the invites out...a year ago.”

She chuckled, “I know, I guess I was just holding out for a miracle.”

You rolled your eyes, “Ha-ha.” You said sardonically. “Well, before I’m insulted anymore, I’m gonna go get ready for your rehearsal dinner.”

“I’m only teasing you, Els. You’re not the only person coming solo...” she spoke. Wanda was your best friend, and you knew what she was doing. She was baiting you.

“Wan...” you scold.

“I’m just saying! There’s a few people who also declined the plus-one!” She feigned her innocence.

A sigh escaped you, “Are you gonna get to the point?”

She paused, “Well like, I don’t know...Bucky for example, he’s coming solo too.”

“And there it is.” You said flatly.

“There what is?” She asked.

You flopped on the bed, placing the phone on your chest. “Wanda, I don’t care that he’s going to be there. I don’t care if he’s going solo. I don’t care to see him.”

“Ella...” she said, her voice full of pity.

“No, no, no. Don’t you ‘Ella’ me,” you mock, “I’m fine, Wan. I haven’t seen him in what, 5 years? I doubt he’s even thinking about me being there, and before this conversation I sure as hell wasn’t thinking about him.”

Liar, liar, pants on fire. You thought.

She sighed, “I just...I know he hurt you. More than that, I know you, Els. I don’t want you to get wrapped up in the past when you see him. I want you to actually enjoy the weekend, not avoid Bucky the whole time you’re in town.”

You heard her say hello to someone, “Oh Els, Vis just got here, I’ll see you tonight?” She said, the excitement apparent in her voice.

“Yes you will, love you!” You pressed end on the call, and let out a puff of air.

You’d be damned if your evening was going to be ruined by Bucky Barnes.

6 Years Earlier:

“So are you guys dating or what?” Wanda asked you, gripping her mug excitedly.

You felt embarrassment rise to you face, “I...I think so? Who knows with him, he’s never actually asked me out on a date before tonight.”

She rolled her eyes as she sipped her coffee, “Ella...the guy is obsessed with you. I see the way you guys are together, he’s a different person around you.”

You smiled to yourself, “I like him, Wan. I like him so fucking much,” you laugh. “He’s so kind, and he’s funny, and he remembers everything. I told him one time—one time, what my favorite ice cream was. Remember when I had the flu a few weeks back? He sent me a whole get-well package, Ben and Jerry’s Cinnamon Buns ice cream included.”

You fidgeted with the straw in you iced coffee as Wanda looked at you. The smile on her face screamed excitement, but it didn’t match the concern in her eyes.

“What is it?” You ask, before sipping your drink.

She shook her head softly, “Nothing, Els.” She fibbed.

“Wanda...” you chastised.

She sighed, “I just don’t wanna see you get hurt. That’s all.”

You gave her a look of confusion, and she continued.

“I’ve known Bucky since college, and he’s a great friend. He’s loyal, and he’s kind, and he’d give you the shirt off his back in a second.”

“Why do I feel a ‘but’ coming...” you said cautiously.

“He’s never been a one-girl kinda guy. Any relationship he’s ever had has been...short-lived at best. I hope that’s not the case any more, is all. You’re my best friend on the planet and you don’t deserve that.”

Nodding, you take in her words. Bucky had asked if you wanted to grab dinner from your favorite pizza place and then head to the park for a picnic dinner. That sounds like a date, right?

“He makes me feel safe, Wan. Like I can be myself around him and he’ll always have my back. I’ve never felt like that with anybody.” You smile softly to yourself.

“Hey, I didn’t mean to make you think he doesn’t like you, truth be told I’ve never seen him act like he does with you with anyone else either, it’s like you put a spell on the guy.”

You let out a chuckle, “We can only hope!”

You looked fucking good.

You’d never been one to be that confident, but tonight you couldn’t help it. The dress you’d picked was perfect; deep green, velvet and long sleeves. All with black heels to match.

The ride to the restaurant was quick. Wanda thankfully was savvy enough to keep everything within the same 5 blocks.

As you entered, you were handed a glass of champagne, which it took a lot of control not o guzzle down in one swig.

This place was stunning. Marble floors, golden sconces, and dark wood accents. It even had an incredible view of the water, and a patio jetting out so you could enjoy the stars and views of the city.

“Ella?” A strong voice called behind you.

You spun and saw Steve with a cheeky grin on his face. “Steve, oh my God, hi!”

You embraced him without hesitation, “Holy shit, Els. I almost didn’t recognize you, you look amazing.”

He kissed your cheek as you rubbed a hand on his back. “This is nuts, what’s it been...3 years?” You ask.

He laughed, “I think so, the uh, the September Foundation Gala! That was the last project you worked on with us, right?”

You pursed you’re lips into a forced smile, and nodded. “Yeah, yeah I think so.”

A few years back, you’d been working for Stark Industries as the Liaison for Logistical Affairs; AKA the calmer of all the shit storms.

You’d proposed the Grant program to your boss/CEO of the company Tony Stark, and he actually went for it. The September Foundation is—was your baby.

“We miss you over there, the org is thriving. It’s all thanks to you ya know, you may have left us, but you inspired a lot of greatness while you were there.” Steve said earnestly.

You smiled earnestly, “Rogers I am way to sober to be this sentimental.”

He laughed, “Come on, I’ll get you a drink.”

Some time later you’d seen nearly all of your old friends.

Nat was pregnant, due to pop any second. She and Sam were expecting twins—a boy and a girl.

“I can’t believe this!” You shout, caressing her tummy.

“You? Shit, I still think there’s four or five of them in there with how big I am.” She gestured to her stomach.

You shook your head in protest, “Stop that, you are literally glowing.”

“I’m just glad Wanda, in her ever-modern wisdom mind you, decided against a bridal party.” The air quotes really added to the sarcasm.

Sam quirked an eyebrow, “Wait, I thought this was a rehearsal dinner. Y’all are telling me it’s just gonna be the two of ‘em standing up there tomorrow?”

You nod, “Yup. I think this is more of a celebration dinner with her closest pals, but that’s a little wordy for an invite.”

Nat chuckled, “It’s a little weird, but...so is Wanda.”

“Speak of the devil...” Wanda said approaching your circle of friends.

She hugged everyone, and announced that the buffet was open as was the bar.

“Open bar? Wanda you’re an angel.” Sam joked.

“Oh no, no, no. I can’t drink now or for the foreseeable future, but what I can do is eat. Let go.” Nat joked pushing Sam towards the buffet station.

“Ella, come here.” Wanda pulled you gently towards the side of the room.

“You look gorgeous.” You said. Taking in her stunning off-white gown. A little taste before the big reveal tomorrow night.

“I love you for that, but listen, Bucky just got here and I—“

“Wanda...” you say seriously.

“Ella, will you just listen? He asked me if you were here...”

Your breathing hitched, “And what did you tell him?”

She rolled her eyes, “What the fuck was I supposed to tell him? No? Of course I told him you were here. He’s at the bar with Steve.”

Surprise, surprise. You thought to yourself.

Who does he think he is? Asking if you’re here. As if he has some fucking right to even ask that. More importantly, why does he care?

Shaking your head subtly, you turn your attention back to Wanda.

“Listen to me, this is your night. Stop worrying about everyone else and enjoy your last night as a free woman.” You joked.

She rubbed your shoulder, “I can’t help it. I worry about you.”

Wanda has always had your back. She was there to pick up the pieces when Bucky left you behind. She was the one who let you mope on her couch for damn near a month before you finally slapped some sense into yourself.

“I’m grown up now, Mom,” you chided. “Time to push me out of the nest.”

She sighed, “If you need me at all, you better come find me.”

After a quick nod, and another promise, Wanda went to go mingle with Vis by her side.

The war in your head was waging fiercely. You wanted to avoid him, shield yourself from those painful memories at all cost.

But you also wanted to show him what he’d missed out on. How happy you are, how good you looked, and how much better off you are.

Without him.

You seemed to be walking on eggshells, drifting across the stone floor of the rented-out restaurant. It was only a matter of time until you were noticed.

“Ella! Come here, I got you another shot of Jameson.” Steve’s booming voice called out over the various groups of people.

Fuck, fuck, fuck me. Your internal monologue griped.

You looked to Steve, seeing he was standing alone. “Thank God...” you whisper to yourself.

Steve pulled you to him, placing a hand on the small of your back. The warm sensation made you blush.

“Steve, you know what this stuff does to me.” You chastised playfully.

He nodded, “Indeed I do, and you know what this stuff does to me.” He held up a shot of what you assume is tequila, “So we’ll be in the same boat.”

You shrugged, “As long as we’re in that boat together.”

Steve winked at you, and with that, you both tossed down the shots with ease.

The night went smoothly for a few hours. You had done shots with the bride-to-be, eaten some delicious pasta, and danced the night away with Sam and Steve.

You also had not seen Bucky anywhere.

Maybe he left. Maybe he’d asked Wanda if you were here so he’d know whether to stick around or not. Maybe he truly didn’t wanna see you, or maybe he didn’t have the fucking balls too.

5 Years Earlier:

You’d been trying to get in touch with Bucky all day. You’d gotten the job with Stark Industries and couldn’t wait to share the news with him!

After a third call to his cell left unanswered, you’d figured he was sleeping or playing video games so you decided just to wait until you got home to tell him.

You’d been living together for about a month, and it’s made life so much easier. Bucky made life so much easier.

He was so caring and so kind. He’d make breakfast on Sunday’s, a day you both had off, and he’d never let you leave without a goodbye kiss. He was truly the perfect boyfriend.

Your keys jingled in the lock, only to find it unlocked.

“Buck? Babe?” You called out into the apartment.

Dropping your bag on the bench near the door as usual, you didn’t even bother taking off your shoes as you couldn’t wait to tell him the news.

“Babe? I have the best news! Where are you?” You call out, finally hearing the music playing softly in the bedroom.

You open the door slowly, assuming he’s sleeping. Instead you see Bucky shirtless, resting against the headboard with one arm behind his head.

“Buck?” You call softly.

His eyes spring open at your voice calling out to him, and he stumbles out of the bed. “Ella? What are you—“

“Hey I didn’t find any—who the hell is this?”

All at once, it was as if time stood still.

There was a half-naked woman standing in your bedroom. Her hair was mussed and she walked to stand by Bucky like she’s known him her whole life.

“Who the hell am I? Bitch, you’re in my house! What the fuck is this, James?” You shout.

You’re enraged. Your hurt. It’s evident by the shaking of your body, and the tears forming in your eyes.

“Ella, I can expla—“

“She’s got 3 seconds to get out of my house before I break her fucking jaw.” You spoke to no one in particular, cutting him off.

The blonde grabbed a pile of clothing from the floor and left without another word.

“Ella...” Bucky said walking towards you. He was in just his boxers, a sight that usually made your mouth water, now made you ill.

“Do not fucking touch me.”

He put his hands on his hips, and hung his head low. What could he say? Nothing.

“I didn’t—“

“You didn’t what, James? Hmm?” You ask, your throat pained from holding back tears.

He shifted from foot to foot. “I didn’t think you’d be back this early.”

Wow.

His words dropped onto your heart like a boulder. You felt like you were going to be sick any second.

“Get out.” You seethed.

His eyes got wide, “Please, Doll. Please let me—“

“Get out of my fucking house!” You scream.

When he was gone, what followed was like a scene from a movie. You shredded any remnants of Bucky you could find.

Albums? Snapped in half. Clothes? Destroyed. Photos? Smashed. Anything he’d touched or bought you? Thrown out.

You should have listened. Trusted friends who had your best interests at heart. But no, you let this manipulative son of a bitch into you home, you body, and heart.

The only thing you hadn’t thrown out? His letters.

He’d written you dozens. All claiming he loved you, missed you, wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.

Liar. You thought to yourself.

The memories that flooded your mind made you head start to spin.

Or maybe that was the booze.

After 10, the restaurant had been cleared of tables and turned into a private club with a dance floor.

Only Wanda...

You found Steve next to you, “I’m gonna get some air!” You shout over the music.

Steve nodded, “Want me to go with you?” He asked.

You shook your head, “No, no I’m good. I’ll be right back!”

Weaving in and out of couples and groups, you made your way to the door which led to the private patio.

The cool air kissed your skin, and you relished in the relief. The air was so clean as opposed to the sweaty mess happening inside right now.

You leaned against the railing and looked out over the water. The quiet night helped silence your mind, ironically.

Inhaling deeply, you closed your eyes. Intending to get a few moments of peace, until soft footsteps got your attention.

“I was wondering how long you were gonna avoid me.”

Part Two!

[softbiker]

Agent 14 Oneshot

Warnings: maybe a couple bad words

Word count: 2.6k

A/N: While this is a continuation of the Steve x Agent 14 series, this particular installment has...almost no Steve lol. Just wanted to warn people before I get in trouble for that. It does, however, feature Agents 41 and 28 (from series written by @nacho-bucky​ and @kentuckybarnes​ )! Also, I plan on expanding and posting the full “menu” of custom drinks that 14 makes for her friends, so stay tuned for that! As always, enjoy and let me know what you think! :)

She squeals when the ad pops up as she’s scrolling through Instagram.

There it is, in all its glory, right between yet another engagement photo and a “no filter” celebrity selfie.

The S’mores Frappucino.

A towering frozen swirl of sweet vanilla and creamy milk chocolate, topped with the most mouth-watering promise of all: marshmallow whipped cream. And all of it dusted with a generous sprinkle of crushed graham cracker pieces. It’s enough to make 41 want to lick her phone screen.

With a flailing little backwards somersault, she rolls herself off the couch and bounds down the hallway towards Clint’s room, tie-dye socks slipping on the freshly polished floors.

“Guess what season it is?” She flings the door open with one hand, brandishing her phone in the other, her grin nearly splitting her face as she bounces up on her toes, eager to see his reaction - only to pull up short, a soft frown dragging her lips back down. The room is empty.

“Tweets?” 41 glances around the room, taking stock of the discarded socks and inside-out jeans littering the floor, a pair of her own boots flung to one corner, a plush sea turtle smiling at her from the bed. There’s a Sharing Size bag of peanut M&M’s on the nightstand, next to an open can of Red Bull, leaving a ring on the cover of last month’s Men’s Health which he’d permanently borrowed from Sam. She looks up at the ceiling - typically he leaves a vent open as a point of entry if he’s been…exploring up there. But no dice. Their vent remains screwed in place.

Shoving her phone in the front pocket of her hoodie, she backtracks towards the kitchen, rounding the corner from the hallway and sliding into the room Risky Business-style. A blazing mid-morning sun floods the room with light through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bouncing off of the metalwork backsplash and casting sparkles across the empty table. Hands on her hips, she huffs to herself, wondering where he’s run off to, before the clinking of glass bottles catches her attention.

Sticking up from the open door of the fridge is a vaguely familiar yoga-panted ass, waving in the air as its owner rummages through the shelves and drawers, muttering under her breath.

“Nat?” The red curls bounce in her ponytail as she stands at the sound of 41’s voice.

“Oh, hey, kid,” Nat smiles, propping a hand on her hip. If she’s at all bothered by the fact that her friend and coworker just got an eyeful of her backside, she hides it all with a poker face she probably mastered in super spy kindergarten. “What are you up to?”

“Just looking for Clint.” 41 pouts. She shifts her weight to one leg, scratching at her ankle with the toe of one sock. “You haven’t seen him have you?”

Natasha’s eyebrows flicker up as she closes the refrigerator with her hip.

“Oh - he didn’t tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“The boys are all out for the day,” she sighs, rolling her eyes to the ceiling. “Some kind of belated bachelor party for Tony - even though he’s been married for a year, he said he missed out on the experience; so he kidnapped all of our male counterparts for the day.” Nat shrugs one shoulder, smirking. “Frankly the concept seems outdated - and sexist. But when has Tony ever listened to me?”

Nat notices the way her shoulders fall, the way her hands roll up inside the sleeves of her hoodie. Poor thing. And she’d come in here looking so excited, too; now her frown settles too deeply at the corners of her lips, eyes cast somewhere on the floor. Abandoning her search for a snack, Nat slides onto a bar stool at the island, propping her chin in one hand.

“You have any plans for today?” she prompts. She’ll deny it till her dying day, but the formerly made-of-marble assassin feels…soft at her core now. No, not her abs - her backflips are as tight as ever; but somewhere behind her ribs, deeper than her muscles, there’s a marshmallowy give to her now - the press of fingers could leave a dent on her.

And that’s why, God help her, she couldn’t stand the sight of 41’s frown. Couldn’t endure the downcast disappointment in her gaze. Couldn’t walk away from her halfhearted, sighing shrug.

“Not really,” 41 mumbles, licking her bottom lip. “I was just gonna see if Clint wanted to go get Starbucks with me. They’ve got the S’mores drink now.”

Pulling her phone from where it’s tucked into the waistband of her yoga pants, Nat quickly swipes through her messages and pulls up a group chat named ‘No Boys Allowed’.

I’m so gonna regret this, she thinks, but she types up her proposal anyway and taps send. Time to assemble.

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The bell over the door dings cheerfully, and 14 fights her inner groan long enough to yell over her shoulder, “Welcome to Starbucks!” She doesn’t turn from the drink in her hands, too afraid of spilling the milk (again) and having to remake this caramel macchiato. Gaze intent on the cup in her hands, she drizzles the sides with caramel, watching the sticky sweet goop glide down the walls of the cup. Satisfied that this should meet the customer’s request for “extra, extra caramel”, she reaches for her milk jug, glancing up from the machine where her espresso shots are queueing.

41 waves ecstatically when she meets her gaze over the espresso machine, a suspiciously casual Nat smirking over her shoulder. Wanda is following close behind them, hands shoved in the pockets of a denim jacket, despite the summer heat. Maria is already standing in front of the register, eyeing the menu, with 28 next to her, a pair of dark sunglasses pushed up on top of her head.

14 blinks.

With quick, nimble fingers, she finishes the drink in front of her and sets it up on the mobile order stand, awaiting the customer. Chase, the barista who should be covering front, is nowhere to be seen; but she doesn’t have any other drinks waiting, so she strides up to the register, tilting a curious brow at her friends.

“Ladies,” 14 smiles, tilting her head to one side. “This is…a nice surprise? A kidnapping? A mission?”

“Relax,” Maria says, punctuated with a good-natured eye roll. “We’re just here for the coffee.”

“Oh, sure,” 14 crosses her arms, leaning a hip against the front counter. “You guys are a little short-staffed, aren’t you? Where’s all the testosterone?”

“Looking for a certain star-spangled specimen?” Nat pipes up. Their group has clustered around the register in a close semicircle. “Boys’ day out. Some kind of adventure that will probably land Tony in the doghouse…but then again, he’s partying with a couple centenarians, so how bad could it be?”

“You’d be surprised,” 28 mutters with a quirk of her eyebrows.

In front of a group of super spies, superheroes, and super intelligent women, 14 fights to put on the best poker face she’s ever had in her life. At the mention of Steve - as well as the news he wouldn’t be joining them - Nat watches her closely; the only sign of her disappointment is the way she purses her lips, eyes flicking towards the door as though she might prove them wrong. And then it’s gone, her eyes turning back to her friends, a beaming, nose-scrunching smile fixed on her face.

“That sounds awful,” she giggles. “But very on-brand for Tony.”

A chorus of assent from the ladies, rolling their eyes and scoffing at the endless supply of evidence they have to that fact.

“Alright so…what can I get you?” 14 prompts. As much as she’d like to stand here, chatting with her friends, she’s still on the clock for another hour and a half - and there’s work to be done. Maybe it stings, chafes her heart a little, that this little outing doesn’t quite include her; that she’ll make their drinks and then they’ll leave, and then more drinks for more people for the rest of her shift. But these customers are more pleasant than most, and it’s not as though she won’t see them later, so she shoves down her insecurity and taps at the screen of the register, opening her till.

“Well we were thinking…” Wanda starts, glancing at Natasha. The two share an amused smirk that 14 doesn’t like at all. “…that maybe you could surprise us?”

“Except me!” 41 raises her hand, bouncing up on the balls of her feet. “I haven’t had a S’mores yet this year, I need one! Please?”

Stunned, 14 looks around the group, cocking one eyebrow.

“So…one S’mores, and then - you all want to be surprised?” What a request - she didn’t trust anyone to make a drink for her…that could really backfire.

“Well, you know us,” Nat shrugged. “You know what we like, what we hate, what we won’t drink…”

“Besides, it never hurts to try something new,” Maria smirks.

Teeth sinking into her bottom lip, a slow smile spreads across 14’s face.

“Alright, ladies, say no more-”

It takes her little more than a minute to line up her plan, squinting at each of her friends in concentration, a Sharpie poised to mark each cup, labeled with a name in her characteristic block-print scrawl. They crane their necks over the tops of the machines, trying to see behind the bar and guess what she’s whipping up back there. Ingredients flit through her hands, shaken into one cup, then exchanged for something else for the next. Syrups, cinnamon, juices, toppings. They try and fail to keep it all straight from one cup to the next, but she’s too fast, hands reaching between two drinks at once.

Finally, with a last look over her shoulder, goofily sticking her tongue from the corner of her mouth, she piles 41’s coveted marshmallow whip on top of her drink and sprinkles the graham cracker topping with a generous hand. 41 barely contains her squeal as she grabs 28’s elbow and points at it.

“That one’s mine! Doesn’t it look amazing?”

One by one, she lines up the drinks at the end of the bar, turning the cups so each name is properly shown.

“Alright, so what am I in for?” Maria cautiously waves her drink under her nose, letting the steam waft up from the small opening in the lid. Hers is a hot drink, its contents concealed in a thick paper cup proudly bearing the same green logo as its cardboard sleeve.

“I thought you wanted to be surprised?” 14 smirks, sliding 41’s frappucino across the bar into her glitter-nailed hands. 28 grabs hers as well, a refreshingly cold…something - she plunges in a straw and swirls the ice as she examines the pale pink color of the drink.

“Well, bottoms up girls,” Nat shrugs, inspecting the layer of foam on top of her drink before raising it to her lips. Wanda taps her cup with 41’s before tipping hers up as well. Standing behind the bar, a rag in her hands, 14 gnaws on her lip as she watches them sip her creations. She shifts her feet as she waits for the verdict.

“Wow.” Wanda’s brows shoot up, tongue flicking over her lip. “This is really good.”

“Yeah,” Maria agrees, going in for her second taste.

“Don’t know why you sound surprised,” 41 says around her straw and a mouthful of whipped cream. “Everything she makes is delicious.”

“Oh, thanks,” 14 brushes off the compliments with a one-shouldered shrug. “If you like it I’ll give you the recipe, so you can order it again?”

Various noises of agreement, all enthusiastic, all from full mouths. She smiles, grabs a blank receipt paper from the register and a pen from the pocket of her apron.

“Okay, so yours Wanda is a double dirty chai with cinnamon…”

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Folding her apron over one arm, 14 releases her hair from its butterfly clip and reaches for her backpack. She keeps a spare change of clothes folded neatly in the bottom, in case she has to run errands after work and can’t go out covered in coffee and syrup. The bathroom is empty and she ducks inside, slipping into a pair of cutoff shorts and and a tie-dye t-shirt; her faithful sneakers can make it through work and life, thankfully, so she wiggles her feet back into them, not bothering to untie the laces.

It’s been a long day. And a glance at her watch tells her it’s only…1:09 p.m.

Backpack on one shoulder, sunglasses perched on her head, she makes her way back out of the café, pausing at the end of the bar to get her drink.

“Here, girl.” Jade, the barista who made her drink, smiles as she hands her a straw. “You look like you need this.”

“I feel like I need this.” 14 smiles back as she jams her straw into the cup and takes the first sip. Iced blonde americano, 2 pumps toffee nut, a splash of sweet cream. She makes a small noise of pleasure - hits the spot every time.

“See you tomorrow!” she waves to her coworkers as she backs out the door, dropping her sunglasses down to her face as she steps into the unrelenting summer sun. Not two steps out the door, turning to the street, and she nearly bumps into-

“Nat?”

“Hey, long time no see.” Nat wiggles her fingers in a mocking little wave. The rest of their posse is clustered around a couple of bistro tables haphazardly shoved together outside the café.

“What…you guys are still here?” 14 cocks her head to the side. It’s been over an hour and a half at least, their drinks are sitting empty on the tables in front of them. She had assumed they’d be long gone.

“Well, duh,” 41 grins. “We’re going to lunch! And then - oh, we should get pedicures!”

“Oh, can we go to that new Thai place?” Wanda asks, leaning her elbows on the table. “It’s only a couple blocks down from here.”

“God, the things I would do for some egg rolls right about now-” Maria agrees, patting her stomach.

They start to stand from their tables, the metal chairs scraping loudly against concrete, and 28 gathers the empty cups to throw away in the trash cans next to the door. The group shuffles and chatters, eager at the prospect of lunch; purses and wallets are snatched up, phones tucked back into pockets. Wanda leads the way as they march off in pursuit of pad thai and egg rolls, the rest of the group falling in behind her on the sidewalk. Even in the early afternoon heat, they link arms and laugh and stand too close together, sharing giggles and gossip.

Nat lightly bumps 14 with her shoulder, her green eyes gone pale and glittering in the sun.

“You didn’t really think we’d eat and run on you?” she smirks. “Come on, I’m starving.”

14 ducks her head and grins.

“Just one second-” she says, sliding her phone from her back pocket. She snaps a picture of her drink, then smiles at Nat. “Okay, now we’re good.”

Nat rolls her eyes.

“Wow, that was so basic-”

“Shut up.”

A few minutes later, sitting in a blessedly air-conditioned Thai restaurant, she captions the photo ‘new drink for you to try next time - I highly recommend it’ and hits send.

Somewhere across town, shoved cheek by jowl with his buddies in the back of a stretch limo, the interior vibrating with music and lit with flashing LEDs, a super soldier smiles at his phone.

[bandrlodge]

OG - Saturdaze drabble

Steve Rogers x plus size!reader

Reader knew Steve smoked in the 40s.

She didn't know he continued his habit with another medium now.

Word count: 600~

Warnings: recreational marijuana use, degradation, rough sex, anal play, panty kink, and squirting

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It was the smell that pulled her from the safety and warmth of her bedroom. It was fruity, charred, and really, fucking familiar. Y/N made her way down the hallway and turned her head toward each door she passed, looking for the source of the smell.

"No way..." she came to a slow stop outside of none other than Captain America's room. There was no way her cinnamon roll, her star spangled law breaker was smoking the devils lettuce.

Was there?

She rapped on the door a few times and waited, crossing her arms over her chest. He opened the door slowly, peeking his blonde head out.

"Hey Stevie...you busy?" Y/N asked. It was here. It was definitely here. Little clouds of smoke still danced around the room behind him, the space absolutely reeked of weed, and to top it all off Steve's blue eyes were so bloodshot they looked tattooed.

He nodded his head, quickly replying,

"Yeah. I'm yeah...busy tonight, sweetheart. I'm sorry." She sighed,

"Oh...well, I was just hoping you'd want a smoking buddy." She flashed a wry smile to him and giggled when the super soldier choked on his own breath.

He had in fact wanted a smoking buddy. He also wanted apparently, to stuff your own panties into your mouth and lick at your asshole like he was a starving man. His fingers were scissoring inside of your cunt, slick dripping from your folds and onto the sheets.

"Mm. God, you taste good." He moaned into your skin. His hands pulled your body back to his mouth, smashing his face in between your asscheek. His tongue was absolutely sinful. Your good boy Steve...not such a good boy after all.

He was obsessed with your body you found out. He littered your skin in kisses, smearing his own arousal around your lips at one point just to lick it off and then stuff his tongue down your throat.

Steve continued his assault on your puckered hole, moaning and growling like a wild man.

Then suddenly, he pushed you down flat on your stomach. Your spit soaked panties were pulled from your mouth and he inhaled. Steve ran his tongue over the crotch, tasting your pussy and spit at the same time. He couldn't help the twitch his engorged cock made. He tossed the fabric aside and leaned back onto his haunches. A moment later his tongue traced a pattern up your spine, his teeth nipping into the soft skin all over your back. You felt his hand grab between his legs and he pulled himself up closer to the soft spot between your pillowy thighs. His cock pressed between soft skin and slid easily into your sopping core. Steve gripped his other hand in your hair, tangled at the base of your skull almost as he bowed your body back and slammed his full length into you.

He leaned into, pressing his cockhead sharply against your cervix. Steve grinned at the pain it caused you, your poor pussy clamped even harder with the pain.

"If I keep letting you smoke my bud you gonna keep letting me fuck this sweet little cunt? You gonna make it that easy for me? Huh, sweetheart?" He was taunting you again. You felt ashamed, hot.

But you nodded.

He licked a thick, wet stripe up the side of your face, "Good girl. Cum on my fat cock. Come on, bitch." And you did. You split apart to your very core and gave him everything as he fucked into you harder and harder.

He kissed you softer after you soaked his cock. Until he didn't, and you came apart again for him.

[pretty-sweet-plums]

drunk Nora is probably so fun

Prolly gets in brawl fights

Probably started it too

If she pulls out her gun, she gets told off by Danse but she just ignores his prattle

X6 will try to remind her to act her age and she would then mimic an old woman crossing the street

She’ll try to get her guns but Nick has already kept them from her

Cait always manages to sneak one back in her hand anyway

Cait will reason its unsafe to let Nora out in public defenseless

Always bosses MacCready around to settle her tab or get her another drink

Then she’ll force him to drink with her until he’s as drunk as she is

Codsworth keeps her hydrated

Makes nonsense speeches in public places only to be stopped by Preston

Sings on the top of her lungs cheesy love songs and cries shamelessly in front of a crowd

usually the karaokes happen with Deacon with Codsworth in charge of the music

If she starts singing star spangled banner in tears, it’s probably time to go home, but no one can stop her anyhow

But yeah no one can stop her because in a bit she’ll be dancing like a puppet who just lost her strings

Can’t do stand up comedy to save her life

Eats a ton with Deacon

Curses more than normal and replies with sass and sarcasm only

Flirts with any chick that catches her attention

Teases men especially Danse

Gives Dogmeat extra love and cuddles and treats and makes baby talk to him, calls him her fur-baby

almost starts a war against the Brotherhood only for X6 to actually save her from the trouble

always has a sniping contest with MacCready which starts with bottles around Goodneighbor to ghouls running after Preston

(they convince Preston to be the distraction every time, somehow)

no one wins because their arguing always makes them forget trrack of things until they have to finally rescue Preston

Walks around town arm in arm with Deacon and Hancock, singing loudly and making a general annoyance of themselves

Plays strip poker with an equally-drunk Piper, Cait, Deacon, MacCready and Hancock

Codsworth is the dealer

Cait always wins somehow

though somehow Deacon always ends up missing once his pants are off

Sits on Danse’s lap and forces a drink on him and then kisses Hancock just to get a rise out of him

Will try to smoke but cant and always ends up in a coughing fit, much to Cait’s glee

Calls Curie an innocent cinnamon roll to everyone’s confusion

Called Nat a cunt one time behind Piper’s back and Deacon laughs so hard he’s wheezing

X6 asks what a cunt is but no one tells him

Annoys Nick and Danse mostly

Pretends to call Nick a grandpa and asks him to tell stories about the war

Then proceeds to call everyone her sweet summer children and has them listen to every stupid story she had Pre-War (her favorites are about college which of course, Piper and Curie love)

Makes things up by the ton about the Pre-War world because no one can tell her otherwise

The ghouls who can are too afraid to correct her because she gives them the stink eye (or come up with their own weird shit to go along with her if they’re drunk too)

Codsworth says nothing because he’s curious how far she can go without anyone calling on her bullshit

Piper will believe almost anything she says because she’s drunk af too

tells X6 he needs to get a life and get laid

he will actually ask her how she thinks it can be done, hence---

Flirts with Magnolia–unsuccessfully

If she is successful, even Magnolia can’t believe it because Nora is using pick up lines  as old as god himself if she’s drunk and can barely string sentences with sense

Preston carries her to bed because he’s such a mom and Nick can’t stand her drunk babble

Nick will be the one to put a blanket over her

Asks Curie to sing her lullabies in french so she will fall asleep

wakes up regretting the headache but not the drunken mess she’s made

Codsworth manages to always make the same coffee she enjoyed as two hundred years ago, much to everyone’s wonder and confusion, but he never tells them his secret

the coffee is only served to everyone after a drunken night

[ratonnhhaketon]

-drives up to the burger king drive-thru speaker- "hi can i have a number 46 A snowflake on your nose with connor and ellie?"

Thank you for letting me write about my CHILDREN (also I apologize this is so short we’ve been lacking in the inspiration department) 

Winters in Boston were one of two things: a light dusting here and there, or a steady downpour of snow for an entire day. It just so happened to be the latter for the day the assassins had a mission to do.

Ellie pulled her scarf closer to her face, trying desperately to put a barrier between the harsh wind and her skin. The snow around them started to fall faster and heavier, to which the young woman responded with a shiver and a huff.

“Can we just rent a room until this weather clears up? I’d rather not freeze to death while trying to find information.” Ellie said in Connor’s direction.

He looked down at her shaking form and a small smile tugged on his lips. “Of course. The Green Dragon is just up the street.” Just as the words left his mouth, Ellie grabbed his arm and started running down the main street of Boston towards the inn.

The pair wasted no time in seeking refuge from the weather. Connor opened the door to the building for his fellow assassin and followed her inside. He greeted the heat wholeheartedly, as the snow had started to dampen his robes and leave a chill seeping to his skin.

He looked down to his counterpart and noticed how her face seemed drenched from the snow that was beginning to melt. Most of the flakes that were stuck to her hair and scarf had melted, but he spotted a single, small snowflake still resting right on the tip of her bright red nose. Ellie noticed him staring after a few seconds and looked over towards him. “What? Is there something on my face?” Just as quickly as the words left her mouth, the tiny masterpiece had melted into her freckles.

Connor’s face had heated up, and it wasn’t from the heat of the fireplace. “Oh.. uh, no, nothing. Sorry.”

She let out a giggle and tugged his arm towards the bar. “Come on, I’ll get us some drinks.”

[the-stories-in-my-head-95]

Masquerade

Tony Stark x Reader

Summary- Tony Stark’s annual masquerade ball is the biggest party of the year, getting an invitation to the ball is harder than getting into the MET gala. So how did you get your hands on one? Well it helps to have a meddling best friend.

Message- This is for @thefanficfaerie‘s backstreetsbackchallenge!! Want a part 2?  Here’s information about Ko-fi bribes!

Word Count- 1547

“I’m not going.” You say, tossing the invitation back at Nat.

“Yes you are.” Natasha says as she grabs it out of the air.

“You can’t make me go!” You sneer, glaring at your best friend.

“You’re coming. You were invited, it would be rude not to go.” Natasha says, folding her arms over her chest.

“No.” You say, shaking your head. “You were invited, my names just written in on your plus one line.”

“Same thing.” Natasha says, shrugging.

“That’s your world, Nat. Not mine.” You sigh. “I’m not like you, I’m just a scientist that works for SHIELD.”

“That’s dumb, you’re dumb.” Natasha says, rolling her eyes.

“I’m a genius.” You say.

“You’re my best friend Y/N.” Natasha murmurs, putting her hand on your shoulder. “That makes it your world too.”

“I don’t have anything fancy enough to-.”

“I’ll take care of all of that.” Natasha says, smiling. “All you have to do is agree to go.”

“Fine.” You groan. “I’ll go to the rich people party.”

“You’ll have fun, I promise.” Nat says.

“Why are you really pushing this?” You ask, eyes narrowing. “You’ve never pushed me to meet your Avenger friends before!”

“So there’s this guy…” Natasha starts.

“No!” You yell. “You promised, no more set ups!”

“But-.”

“Do you remember Budapest?” You ask.

“That wasn’t my fault-.”

“It took 3 months for Clint’s eyebrows to grow back.” You say.

“Fine, I won’t set you up.” Natasha sighs. “But you’re still coming!”

“Fine.” You sigh.

“Stop acting like you’re not excited!” Natasha says. “You used to love dancing and parties.”

“I hate that you know me so well.” You grumble as you walk away from Natasha.

“That’s what best friends are for!” Natasha calls and you flip her off over your shoulder. “Love you too!”

**2 months later**

“I look ridiculous.” You sigh, fiddling with the large white sleeves of the ball gown that Nat had put you in.

“You look hot as fuck.” Nat says.

“I look like a cloud.”

“A hot cloud.” Clint mumbles.

“Shut up!” You laugh.

“Here’s your mask.” Natasha says.

“It’s very sparkly.” You murmur, running your fingers over the small crystals that make up your mask.

“Let me help.” Natasha fusses as you move to put the mask on. “There now you’re perfect!”

“Where are your masks?” You ask.

“Right here.” Clint says, opening the box that was next to him on the couch. When the lid comes of you see two golden masks.

“They’re beautiful.” You murmur, watching as Natasha takes her mask out of the box.

“Help me?” Natasha asks, holding out her mask.

“Sure.” You mumble, taking the mask. After helping Nat with her mask, she helps Clint with his.

“Ready?” Natasha asks, looking at you.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” You say, grinning a bit.

“Relax, Y/N, You’ll have loads of fun!” Clint says, throwing his arm over your shoulder. “Maybe we can convince Thor to give you some of his special mead.”

“Doubtful.” Natasha says. “Now let’s go, we’re already late.”

“You’re the one who insisted on getting ready at my place.” You say, rolling your eyes.

“That’s because she wants to make a dramatic entrance.” Clint says, as he saunters out the door.

“Liar!” Natasha yells, but she’s blushing slightly, so you know Clint’s telling the truth.

****

“Holy shit!” You gasp, looking around the large room. It was filled with chandeliers, mirrors and smoke.

“Stark really knows how to set a mood.” Clint says, walking past you. “Hey, why is Steve wearing his old Captain America costume? It looks like the one from back when he was a soldier.”

“No idea.” Natasha says, shrugging. “But if I had to guess, he probably heard the word mask and assumed he was supposed to be in uniform.”

“Sounds about right.” Clint snorts. “Who’s our favorite star spangled man talking to anyway? I don’t recognize her.”

“That’s Miss America.” You say.

“How can you tell?” Clint asks. “You can’t even see her face.”

“She’s wearing the sash, idiot.” You say, rolling your eyes.

“Hey, no need to be mean.” Clint huffs.

“Yeah, that’s my job.” Nat says, bumping her hip with yours. “Clint and I have to make our rounds, will you be okay here by yourself for a bit?”

“Yeah” You say nodding. “Go be important, I’ll be fine on my own for a while.”

“We’ll be back soon.” Clint says, as Natasha drags him off.

****

It only took about ten minutes for you to make your way to the corner of the room. Happily observing people, while you waited for your two best friends.

“You don’t look like you’re having a lot of fun.” A voice to your right says.

“Oh?” You ask, looking at the man who was talking to you. His whole face was covered by a mask.

“I noticed you from across the room. You look lonely.”

“We’ll I’m not lonely anymore.” You murmur. “I have you.”

“Funny.” The man says. “What’s your name? I don’t recognize you.”

“Now where’s the fun in giving you my name?” You ask. “Isn’t that the point of tonight? Everyone gets to be mysterious? We can be whoever we want?”

“I like that.” That man says, you can hear the smile in his voice. “Would you like to dance?”

“Ok.” You say, talking the man’s hand. He leads you out onto the dance floor and puts his hand on your hip, before starting to sway the two of you gently to the beat of the music.

“So you wanna play in a game of disguise?” The man asks.

“Of course I do.” You murmur. “We can be whoever we want, just for tonight.”

“It’s like a perfect dream.” The man murmurs.

“What does that even mean?” You giggle.

“I don’t really know.” The man whispers. “So what should I call you? If I can’t know your name?”

“You can call me yours.” You say and the man starts to laugh.

“Very smooth.” The man says.

“I thought so!” You say, smiling.

“The songs almost over.” The man says.

“So?” You say. “That doesn’t mean we have to stop dancing.”

“So you’ll stay and dance with me?”

“I’ll stay through the night to dance with you.” You murmur.

“So cheesy!” The man laughs. “I love it!”

“Thank you.” You say, grinning up at the man.

****

The two of you dance for a couple hours, talking about anything and everything.

“Come on.” The man says, suddenly.

“Where are we going?” You ask, following quickly behind him.

“To be alone.” He says as he leads you onto the elevator. Then he presses a button and the door’s start to close.

“I don’t think we’re allowed off of that floor.” You say.

“It’s fine.” The man says, giving your hand a comforting squeeze.

“If you say so.” You say as the elevator doors open. “Holy shit, is this Tony Starks lab?”

“Yeah.”

“We really shouldn’t be here.” You murmur.

“I-I know you said that you wanted to pretend and be someone else-but- I-I just know that I would kick myself later if- can we please- I gotta know the woman behind this mask.” He stammers.

“A-Alright.” You murmur, as you move to untie the ribbon holding your mask in place. “I’m Y/N, I came here with my friends Natasha and Clint they’re-.”

“Avengers.” The man interrupts. “I know.”

“So now that you know who I am, are you going to show your face to me?” You ask, after a beat of silence.

“Right-yeah-of course.” The man says, as he stumbles to take his mask off. “Tony Stark, nice to officially meet you.” He adds as he extends his hand out to you.

“Holy shit.” You murmur, putting your hand in his.

“I’d understand- if you wanted to leave.”

“Why would I want to do that?” You ask.

“I’m-well- I’m me.” Tony says.

“And I’m me.” You murmur.

“This feels like the-.” Tony starts.

“Start of something great.” You whisper, finishing Tony’s thought.

“Yeah.” Tony says, leaning down until his lips are inches away from yours. “Will you stay?”

“The night?” You ask.

“For forever?” He asks. Instead of answering you move your head up and kiss him.

“Is that a yes?” Tony asks when the two of you break apart.

“That’s a yes.” You murmur, pulling Tony in for another kiss.

**Nat’s POV**

“I am the best matchmaker.” Natasha says, as she looks down onto you and Tony from her hiding place in the vents.

“Let’s go, this is getting creepy.” Clint whispers, as he starts to crawl back to where the party was being held.

“Come on, just say it.” Natasha says. “I need the validation.”

“Is Tony and Y/N sucking face not all the validation you need?” Clint asks.

“No.” Nat says. “That part was actually a bit gross.”

“Yeah, it was.” Clint says, nodding in agreement.

“Clint.” Natasha says, arching her eyebrow.

“Fine, you are the best matchmaker ever.” Clint says.

“Damn right I am.” Nat murmur, as she jumps out of the vents.

“What are you two doing?” Steve asks.

“You will be my next project.” Natasha says to Steve before walking away.

“Do I even want to know?” Steve asks.

“Honestly, it’s probably better you didn’t.” Clint says.

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[jewels2876]

Girls Like You

A/N: I’m on a roll with Bucky as a daddy - @ruckystarnes let me join in her 2K challenge (congrats AND thank you!) with the prompt “Girls Like You” by Maroon 5, which also led to me filling a square on my own bingo card @star-spangled-bingo

Squares Filled: Giving Kids A Bath

Pairing: Dad!Bucky x Reader, appearances by Steve and Sam

Warnings: fluff, cute toddlers, sneakiness

Word Count: 1289

Normally the bathtub was your personal oasis. You’d use whatever bath bomb had been gifted to you from Wanda or Natasha, or pull out your favorite Bath & Body Works scent. Rarely you would use the Library of Flowers bath oil Bucky had splurged on for you one random shopping trip he did with Steve.

Tonight you were going out with Wanda and Nat, tasking Bucky with dinner, bath time, and bedtime. He had been quick to assure you all three would be in good hands and yes he would use the tub in your bathroom.

You hadn’t had a girls night since the twins were born. He practically shoved you out as the women greeted you at the door. Bucky then turned to Bianca with a wide grin. “Now that mommy’s gone, do you want some pizza?”

“Eetza!” the little girl repeated. The twins laid on their blanket, staring up at the play gym above them. Spencer reached up to grab a ring while Shawn blew bubbles. “Eetza!” Bianca squealed again. Bucky grabbed her in his hands and blew raspberries against her belly, making her squeal louder. The boys couldn’t see their sister but chose to yell along with her. Bucky stopped his antics hoping it would calm the group down. The boys quieted immediately but Bianca kept up her chant “Eetza!”

Bucky chuckled, reaching across all the kids to grab the cordless phone off the coffee table. He called the nearest pizza place and ordered an extra large pepperoni pizza and two small pizzas, one veggie, one deluxe. As soon as he hung up, the front door opened. Bianca’s eyes grew wide and she shrieked “Unk ‘Teve! Unk ‘Am!” Steve picked her up and gave her a big bear hug. Sam rubbed her head and squatted down beside the boys. “Little dudes, wassup?”

Bucky had roped Sam and Steve into helping him without telling you. What could it hurt, he wondered at the time. Already Steve had Bianca hanging upside down and laughing. Sam was trying to distract both boys who were trying to turn over onto their stomachs. Bucky shook his head. Did I just inherit two MORE kids instead of extra adult help, he wondered now?

Spencer finally made it over on his stomach and grinned at Sam. “Way to go little dude!” Sam lifted Spencer’s hand to high-five his own. Shawn saw it and started wailing in protest. Bucky scooped his son up and cooed. “Don’t worry buddy. You’ll get there.”

A heavy knock on the door sounded. Steve grabbed it, with Bianca’s ankle still in one hand. The pizza guy’s glance went immediately to the little girl. “Um…” Steve set the girl down on the floor gently and took the stack of pizza boxes, signing for the order. Once the door was shut, Bianca started up again. “Eetza! Eetza! Eetza!” Steve set the boxes down on the coffee table.

“Steve, you stay on Bianca duty, I’ll find the paper plates,” Bucky instructed as he headed towards the kitchen. He opened the cupboards above the sink where they normally were, but came up empty. Grumbling he pulled out a few of their everyday plates. As he took down the last one, he noticed there was silence coming from the living room. It was eerily silent. Taking the plates with him, Bucky walked quickly back to the living room; it was completely empty save for the pizzas. Bucky groaned to himself.

“Baby girl, it’s pizza time! Where are you?” He thought he heard her giggle, but it seemed so far away. “Baby girl, come on! Pizza’s getting cold!” It went silent again. Bucky’s heart started hammering in his chest. His first thought? You were going to kill him if anything happened to the kids. His second thought? He was taking Sam and Steve with him.

Bucky set the plates down and listened intently for a moment. He tilted his head before sneaking into the guest bedroom. He heard a small thump; Bucky opened the closet door closest to him. Steve frowned as he guided Bianca out of the closet. “Punk,” Steve whined.

“Daddy!” Bianca hugged his leg. “You hide!”

“Come on baby girl, let’s find your brothers and Uncle Sam,” he lifted Bianca and put her on his shoulders. She grabbed his hair tightly. “Easy there!”

Steve pulled her off Bucky and put her on his shoulders instead. “Grab away! Besides,” he leaned over to Bucky, “you can’t afford to lose any hair.”

“Jerk,” Bucky muttered as he walked down the hallway. “Boys! Sam! Come on out!”

There was silence. Bucky turned back to Steve. “Do you hear that?”

Steve nodded. “It’s too damn quiet for all three of ‘em.” Bucky nodded. “I’ll take Bianca back to the living room for pizza and see if they snuck back. You check their room.” Bianca pulled Steve’s hair as he galloped away. “”Orsey, go ‘orsey!” the little girl urged.

Bucky started into the boys’ room. “Shawn, Spencer!” Silence.

He turned and stepped back into the hallway, still listening for the boys and Sam. Sam could never stay quiet for this long; Bucky considered where he could be and not be heard. He groaned and hoped beyond hope he was wrong. Bucky jogged back to the living room, passing Bianca covered in pizza sauce and opened the front door. Sam sat in the hallway, kid on each knee, chatting with Maria and Carol. Shawn blew Bucky a bubble in greeting.

Bucky rolled his eyes as he took Shawn, then Spencer, away from Sam; he went back inside and sat each kid in their highchairs in the kitchen. Both boys watched as Bucky pulled two jars out of the pantry. “All right. One stinker is getting Apple Spinach Kale and the other is getting Sweet Potato Apple Carrot & Cinnamon. Drawing straws?”

Steve poked his head in. “Um… Bianca needs a bath.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Ok, then you feed these two and I’ll take her.” She walked in, pizza sauce smeared across her entire face and streaked down her favorite pink blouse. Bucky groaned inwardly imagining having to buy her a new top. “Come on messy girl, bath time!”

Bucky took her into your bathroom and started the water in your tub. “Arms up!” he directed. She lifted her tiny arms and let out a squeal as Bucky placed another raspberry on her stomach. “Ok now we can take off your pants and diaper. Ready?” Bianca let him take off her remaining clothes as he snuck a small bath bomb you had gotten Bianca for Christmas. The little girl looked in the tub and giggled at the bright pink bubbles coming up. “Yay!”

Bucky lifted her and set her in the tub; Bianca giggled and splashed for a little while. A stray bubble popped in her face; she scrunched her face into a pout. Bucky was quick with a little cup of water. “Close your eyes baby girl,” as he gently poured the water over her face. She sputtered once and opened her clear blue eyes with a grin. “Again!”

“How ‘bout I sing to you instead, ok?” Bucky thought for a moment. “'Cause girls like you/ Run around with guys like me/ 'Til sundown, when I come through/ I need a girl like you, yeah yeah/ Girls like you/ Love fun, yeah me too/ What I want when I come through/ I need a girl like you, yeah yeah.” Bianca listened her dad, adoration clear in her bright eyes.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Steve said from the door. “Got room for two more?” Bucky turned to see both of his sons covered in baby food from head to toe. He pointed at the sink with a grin. “Have it Steve!”

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[faeriesim-blog]

Introducing Maxine Hearthfire

Maxine knew magic lingered in her family.

She didn't remember a lot about her father. He had passed away when she was very young. When she tried to think of him, all she could conjure were wiffs of aftershave and a rolling laugh, like the most joyous thunder. It made her feel warm to think about It. But the memories stopped there entirely.

It was her, her mother, and her grandmother, for almost her entire life. Then, she turned 18, and her mother and grandmother sat her down to talk.

"Your father asked us to give you this letter when you became an adult." Her mother said in her familiar voice. The kind of voice that always put Max at ease. And then she handed Maxine an old, worn letter sealed with swirling purple and blue wax, a golden key on a star-spangled chain, and a letter opener shaped like a dagger.

It was the deed to a house in a place called 'Glimmerbrook.'

The letter was filled with fond words and the nostalgic smell of that aftershave - a little earthy, with maybe a hint of apples and cinnamon? - and the condition that Maxine could have the Glimmerbrook Watch as her first home, if she could unlock her own magical abilities and become a spellcaster.

The girl traveled from Windenburg to Glimmerbrook, an odd mixture of confident and anxious. She walked along the road until she came to what seemed to be little more than an empty lot. The area looked very much how it had been described in the letter - flourishing with flowers, mushrooms, and other plants, with a gorgeous winding creek that cut through. It was much, much smaller than Windenburg, and considerably more remote. Unlike home, Maxine couldn't hear the sounds of cars as they frequently drove past, couldn't hear the chatter of crowds, and couldn't hear the thrumming heartbeat of music, barely contained in a club building - because none of these things were there! There was nothing but the peace and quiet, the sound of running waters and the chittering of animals as they spoke in their own languages.

She approached the empty lot and looked around. There was something that sounded somewhat musical, but not in the conventional way. It was not the kind of music that Maxine so frequently sung and danced to. It was something far different. Something she had heard in her dreams.

The girl followed the noise, as she walked along the creek. She stopped when she came to a cliff, where the creek spilled down into a waterfall. On the edge of that cliff, sitting upon flat, dry rock, was a stone archway. The archway was filled with lights like Max had never seen. Bewitchingly bright and colourful, it was as though she had been transformed into a moth, drawn into these otherworldly flames.

The girl walked towards the archway, and held her breath. With eyes wide open, she stepped in.

The place in which she appeared was unlike any she had seen in the waking world, though she was sure she had drempt about it many times. Stone and wooden buildings, many of which were in ruins, were suspended upon floating rock in what appeared to be a sunless starry space. The largest building of all stood tall in front of the girl, beckoning her to come closer.

She ascended the steps and found herself in a cavernous room, where bright, glowing runes were carved into the walls and the floors. The sounds of conversation echoed in the building, along with an odd bubbling that Maxine could only compare to a brook - but somehow thicker, and louder. There was also another noise she couldn't quite place, like bells or wind chimes but more faint, more ethereal somehow, and more instant.

Maxine moved into the room, and felt both at home and out of place - perhaps because it was a new environment, and an incredibly overwhelming one at that. There were archways on all walls, and without really thinking about it much, the girl turned to go through the one on her right. There were a few people in this room, some with wands which they waved through the air, leaving trails of sparkling fireworks, others with books in their hands, intently studying. The most eye catching thing, however, was the cauldron, that looked as though it were big enough to be a bathtub - maybe even bigger? Only one person loomed over this cauldron, intently studying the contents, and occasionally flicking herbs and spices into the bubbling mass within.

For some reason, the man at the cauldron was the one Maxine was most drawn to. She stepped forward and watched him for a few minutes, before timidly clearing her throat in an attempt to catch his attention. Without looking at her, the man spoke in an alarmingly deep voice.

"Yes?"

Maxine stepped back, a bit in surprise, before she recovered and found her voice. "Uh... Hi, my name is M-Max. Maxine. Maxine Hearthfire. I've come to learn how to use magic."

The man looked her up and down, and raised a brow. "A Hearthfire, eh? My name is Simeon Silversweater, the Sage of Practical Magic. Are you sure you're ready to learn how to use magic?" He asked her, his gaze piercing as he sized her up.

The girl knew she was, and yet the weight of his gaze was heavy. She swallowed, and closed her eyes. The sound of her father's laughter played in her mind, and her memory conjured that familiar smell of aftershave. Maxine opened her eyes and gave a sharp nod. "Yes. I was born ready."

The man examined her for but a moment longer. He wasn't particularly frightening in appearance - quite the opposite, actually. Once copper-brown hair, now streaked with silver, was tied back into a neat ponytail. Crows feet framed his eyes, as a reward for years of laughter. He dressed a bit more "normally" as it were, compared to other people in this realm. Max did not feel uneasy in his presence.

"Very well. Open your eyes wide, and stand back." He said, as he took out an elegant wand from a pocket inside of his coat. He flicked it, and Maxine saw a starburst explode before her eyes, clouding her vision. She blinked, and suddenly she could see again. Her hand reached upwards, and she brushed her fingertips just below her eye.

"What did you do? Am I magic now? Did you make me magical?"

The man laughed, a sound that was eerily similar to the laugh she remembered. "I did not make you magical. You already have it within you, waiting to be unlocked. No, no, I did something different." He gestured for Maxine to follow him, and so she did. The two walked through another room, very similar to the one they were in before - filled with stone, another giant cauldron, and bookshelves to line the walls. They walked until they had stepped outside, and their boots sunk into impossibly soft grass. "See anything?"

Maxine peered out at the pathway before them. Sitting in the middle of the path, ignored by all others who walked along it, was a glowing purple orb. "What is that?" She asked.

"It is a mote." Simeon explained. "I have given you mote sight. Find and collect seven of those, and bring them to me. Do this, and I will unlock your magic." He stated. Maxine looked back at him, her brows knit. The man gently nudged her by the small of her back, towards the object in the pathway. "Go on, now, the spell won't last forever."

Maxine approached it, and sunk her hand into its glow. She found it to be a relatively small object, which she could easily store in her bag. It was cool to the touch, and was almost inviting. She smiled softly, and then peeled her eyes for more. They were very easy to spot, and oddly ignored by everyone else.

The girl wandered across this strange, floating island in the sky, looking under large leaves and flower petals, around toadstools whose caps were big enough for her to sit on, and rather quickly collected the seven motes. Was this supposed to be difficult? Because it wasn't. With her prizes, she walked back to the large building, and wandered its vast halls and corridors, until she found Simeon once more.

"Ah, I see you've collected them already?" He asked her, a hint of cheer in his voice and a smile on his lips that exaggerated his crows feet. Maxine nodded.

"Give them here, then." He said, and held his hands out to her. The girl dropped the seven motes between his palms, and watched as he tucked them away in his bag. "Very good, very good indeed. Alright, I made a promise, didn't I?" He asked her, and waved his wrist at the others in the room to silently communicate for them to stand back. Maxine watched him with eager eyes, as he brandished his wand once more.

He waved it, a bit more enthusiastically than the first time, and spoke words the girl did not understand. There was a hammering in her chest as her heartbeat quickened, and the tingling sensation of adrenaline flowed into her bloodstream. The girl felt the ground disappear underneath her feet, as Simeon pointed his wand towards her. The rest of the room melted away, so that she could only see him, and she could hear nothing but his words. A strange, indescribable popping noise filled her skull, and the world around her was encased in black, for the briefest second.

Then, she could see the room around her, hear the whispers and the bubbling of the many cauldrons nearby, and feel the stone underneath her boots once more. "Welcome, young Apprentice." Simeon said, as though greeting an old friend with a fond smile that filled his face.

Maxine spent some time wandering the Headquarters, observing the other spellcasters and, eventually, the other two sages. She kept her distance from L. Faba, the Sage of Mischief Magic, as the woman was... intimidating, at least to her, but Max found herself to feel quite the opposite about the third sage - Morgyn Ember. She was oddly drawn to this particular spellcaster, the Sage of Untamed magic. The feeling, however, was not mutual. Morgyn had little to no interest in a mere apprentice.

After a little exploration in the building and the grounds, Maxine returned and found Simeon, who showed her that there were other Archway portals. "The one in the middle will of course take you back home. The one to the east will take you to the Casters Alley, where you can purchase supplies like wands, brooms, familiars and more. The one to the north will take you to the Dueling Grounds, and the one to the west... Well, that one's just the Gardens." Maxine listened to Simeon with rapt attention, and knew the Caster's Alley would be her first stop.

That evening (well, it felt like evening because she was tired, but she couldn't exactly tell since there was no sun in the Magic Realm) Maxine went to the Casters alley. There were three shops in total that sat at the bottom of the many towering, spindly wooden buildings. Maxine watched with fascination as what appeared to be fireworks shot out from a tall, thin chimney. Then, she approached the shops.

Each stall was run by a ghost, which she found alarming, at first. Of course, everything about her surroundings was alarming, like the fact that she didn't know what would happen if she walked to the edge of one of these islands and simply... fell off.

But this was something different entirely. Ghosts were whispered about, where she was from, and people had claimed to see them around Windenburg, but the girl had never looked upon one with her own eyes. And now there were three, here to sell her wands and brooms and other magical knick knacks!

In the end, Maxine got three things - First, her wand. She chose a long white one, topped with a big golden star. Then, she picked out a broom. She decided upon the one that looked like the branch of a tree, all twisted and knobby. Finally, she got to choose her familiar, and decided upon a spotted sixam which she named Curio. She simply couldn't help but admire the celestial pattern in the creature's beautiful blue feathers. She had read about such birds in many books, both fantasy and non-fiction, and the fact that she was now bound to one brought her great joy.

With her wand in her pocket, Curio flying over her shoulder, and her broom strapped to her back, the newly made spellcaster entered through the portal to her own world.  Maxine stepped into a nighttime illuminated by a full moon, and took a deep breath to fill her lungs with cool autumn air. That was when it occurred to her that she had no idea where she was meant to sleep that night. Her father had spoken of a new home in his letter, and she had even been given a key, but... A key to where?

She retraced her steps with the intention of returning to the road where her mother had dropped her off, and that was when she saw it. What had once been an empty lot was now occupied by a tiny, rectangular cottage. The doors and windows were filled with stained glass of blues and purples, and patterns of stars and moons, reminiscent of the great windows in the spellcaster's Headquarters. Ivy and wisteria crawled along the brick, and reached for the curved roof. Lavender surrounded the front, and added a sweetness to the dewy night air.

Maxine approached this home, with her hand wrapped tightly around the golden key that hung on her neck. The lights were on. What if someone lived here? Maybe she was wrong, and was intruding...

But there was an odd pull towards that door, as though Maxine was connected to it by a tether. She approached it, and slipped the key off of her neck. It fitted perfectly into the lock of the door, which clicked open with a resonating sound.

The door opened and revealed an inviting warmth. Maxine crossed the threshold with Curio over her shoulder, and the door closed quietly behind them.

Plants hung from the ceiling and the walls, as though to dry. There was a smell of firewood, and something like pumpkin being baked in an oven, that banished the chill of the night. In the room she stood in, Max saw a table with a small chair next to a filled bookshelf, and another, more plump chair next to a small dresser. Atop the dresser was a crystal ball, and a tiny metal speaker. To her right was an archway, which revealed a tiny kitchen. On top of the stove was a loaf of freshly baked bread. Maxine could see chunks of fruit within, and her stomach rumbled. She hadn't eaten anything since that morning.

A doorway in the kitchen lead to an even tinier bathroom, where sat an old clawfoot bathtub that she was particularly excited about. When she returned to the sitting room, she noticed the last door, which she imagined could have been only one thing. When she entered the room, she found she was correct.

Maxine stepped into a lush and vividly coloured bedroom. A twin bed, swathed in velvety green blankets, sat before the biggest window in the house, which was almost obscured by matching curtains. In front of the bed was a large dresser, where sat a case for her wand, a few books and plants, and a light comprised of a crystal that floated within a golden ring. On the wall above the dresser was a moon chart. In the corner of the room stood a tall, beautiful hand-carved mirror, with a small table next to it that held candles and a deck of tarot cards. Next to the door was a green chest.

The girl took in the details of this room - the way her boots sunk into the thick rug, the softness of the blankets, the smell of incense which seemed to come from nowhere. It was only when she sat upon the bed that she noticed an odd crunch under her thigh, and found herself to have sat upon a piece of folded paper. She opened this, and felt hot tears spring to her eyes when she discovered it was yet another letter from her father.

 'Maxine,

This was my home when I was your age. My home when I began my magical journey. If you're reading this now, it means that it has become your home, too. This is where I studied and practiced my magic, and it is where you will too. I've hidden it away, so that time could not touch it until you opened that door. So that when you enter it, it will be exactly as I had left it.

I wish I could know what path it is that you choose to take. I wish I could watch your progress, see your journey, see you grow. Know that wherever I am, I'm cheering you on, and I love you so, so much. Forever and always.

All my love,

Dad'

 The rest of the night was spent in an odd flurry of tears and fruit-filled bread, before Maxine bathed and then collapsed in her new bed. When she awoke, it was with a new determination. It was time to start her journey in becoming a master of magic, to do her father proud.

[halfdemondolphin]

Marvel characters as stupid shit I’ve heard people say:

Steve Rogers: “Star spangled douche nozzle."

Tony Stark: “Fuck off.”

“What was that?”

“I said duck cough. It’s a rising problem. Educate yourself.”

Thor: “Don’t get mad but I accidentally adopted five cats.”

Bruce Banner: "How do people do that? I can barely bake one singular fucking muffin!"

Natasha Romanoff: “Would I lie to you?”

“Yes.”

“Fair enough.”

Clint Barton: "I am a potato in a field of flowers."

Bucky Barnes: “I wish I was Jesus. Then I could walk on water and run away from all of my problems.”

Peter Parker: “I’m, like, the toughest kid on Sesame Street.”

Stephen Strange: “Fuck time and space, I can do what I want!”

Wanda Maximoff: "I've practiced crying AND singing, so it'll be ok."

Pietro Maximoff: “He’s a 2007 MySpace meme dealer.”

Vision: “It’s from Bill Nye, it must be true.”

Sam Wilson: “That’s it. I’m done. I’m moving to Iceland, who’s coming with me?”

James Rhodes: "I love the sound you make when you shut up."

T’challa: “How do we choose who presents first?”

“Fight to the death.”

Shuri: *high pitched, adorable cinnamon roll voice* "he needs to die."

Okoye: "You know who out of us is my favorite? ME! I LOVE MYSELF! And I'm my second, third, all the way to forty ninth favorite."

Valkyrie: "A giant bag of red dye."

"I will drink that for $20"

Loki: “I’m already going to hell, at this point it’s go big or go home.”

Heimdall: "Imagine recess without teachers. What would happen?"

"WAR!!"

"Now imagine that for three thousand years."

Wong: "Oh no! I just realized I'm the boring straight friend!!"

Peter Quill: “It’s not gay if it’s on the moon.”

Gamora: “Man, I'm thirsty."

"Want a gatorade?"

"No, I can just drink the tears of my victims."

Drax: "SHOW OF AFFECTION!" *headbutts arm*

Rocket: "I want people to think I did something with my life."

"You did do something with your life. You went to jail. Four times."

Mantis: “It’s a trambopoline!”

Scott Lang: "Want an off-brand mini egg? They're off brand."

Korg: “If that butters your egg roll.”

[theamazingcaptdeadpool]

PSA: How I roll... (Updated!)

I just want to clear a few things up. And I’m not talking about cinnamon rolls or pizza rolls, but if anyone should have any; I’m always hungry. 

First of all, my page has gotten an update. The rules have been fixed, there’s a few words about the co-pilot, a frequently asked questions section and a page about me, though that one is under construction.  Yes. I actually do RP with non-mutuals. To be fair, I hardly follow anyone. And if I do follow you; “Hi, I’m Wade. Do you wanna rp?”  No. I don’t RP with personal blogs. 

I don’t really do OCs. (Roleplaying, bed...)

I prefer to RP with people from my own fandom, but if you have a convincing plot and compelling character, come at me. Preferably with an idea...

I do multiship, but only with chemistry. I’m not into the pre-established stuff. The co-pilot can be bribed however. The fee is currently tickets to see Guns N’Roses, a bottle of wine of your chosing and an Hello Kitty band-aid. Do keep in mind I already have the SS Silverpool, a yacht called “Bucky” and a Star Spangled Warship.  Flirting, teasing, mouthing off, triggers, tormented pasts, depression, drugs, suicide, killings... all of that is in my nature. Everything on this blog is IC. If I offended you... maybe you offend easy? Maybe you shouldn’t be reading this blog. 

Sometimes I turn people down. It’s my right. Don’t RP with people you don’t think you’ll match with and make yourself unhappy. It’s not worth it. In the end we all wanna have fun.  Yes, I accept asks from everyone. I love asks. I love asking asks. Asks are awesome. Everyone should definitely ask some more. Anon asks are currently turned off because of a nasty goblin attack. If I posted a meme, feel free to send it in if you are a RP character. What’s keeping you? Don’t make excuses.  Yours truly AND the co-pilot are both over 30. Yes you read that right. The co-pilot is fucking old.  Yes. I love sex. No. I don’t really RP smut. It might happen though. Sue me.  

If you didn’t know this already? That’s on you. (I have a code of conduct...) But hey, at least now you’re informed. Right? Right?

If you made it this far, I don’t even know what’s keeping you from reaching out. I’m a lot friendlier than my co-pilot lets on. And I don’t bite. Hard. The first time.  This has been a psa.  sign,  Deadpool

[hunterartemis]

Accident (Avengers X Reader)

Prompt: an accident and  a secret admirer can change a whole lot of things. I wrote this ages ago, and ran out of ideas and dropped it. But for a sudden epiphany... I finished it.

I was in a completely normal situation “Four score and seven” seconds ago, where half of the S.H.I.E.L.D. staff wasn’t gawping at me like I was some weird specimen in the zoo, and my ‘self respect’ was still intact, unbroken and not scattered on the floor like right now, with shards too jagged and small even to pick it up. Why am I in this blooming disaster and how, let me try with a recap.

...

I joined SHIELD about one and a half year ago. My job was a very specific one: after the ‘other worldly’ invasions to earth, Director Fury assigned me to decipher each and every Mythological manuscript I could land my hands on. The reason: If the Norse gods are real, so are the others and by others means, there may be other dimensions, monsters and even threats that could be true. As a Symbologist and the former intern of Dr. Robert Langdon, who was involved in the Da Vinci code case, I had to do the best. Only I and I can do it in the entire enterprise.

Today, I was deciphering Greek myths. Although one of the most popular, but there are several manuscripts which were still left undiscovered. I had my doubts that there is some connection with the Norse one, so I was working early. After a nasty piece of “Myths of Hades”, I needed some chemicals for further advancement: cleaning up the manuscript without damaging the sheets. They were all engraved tablets, so the work wasn’t easy. So I walked myself into the nearest lab, where Dr. Banner was experimenting with the Tesseract, to nick a couple of chemicals, and got myself spilled with a very strong nitric acid. Everyone (science person or not) should know that HNO3 is a deadly acid which can burn holes into skin; I was lucky that it wasn’t that strong: it was medium-diluted, which was still burning holes through my office tunic and was seeping into my top... By the time I am at my room, my future lover will be horrified after he unhooks my brassiere.

No chance....

It’s a lab right? They must have a spare coat or something... I am gonna strip here, grab a coat, apologise later... nothing will happen!

Or so I thought after removing my blue lab-tunic and holey striped Parisian t-shirt and went groping for a lab coat, topless.

‘- hey Bruce do you have-’ to my horror a male voice moved into the room, and to by worst nightmare, it was Tony Stark, and he just went speechless after seeing me. A trail of high-pitched opera screech echoed through the entire building from my throat.

‘Pepper will murder me...’ he let out a depressed soliloquy and looking I don’t how to take that: platonic but with a sexual/friendly hint. ‘Honey, I am already in a relationship and don’t take it the wrong way, but getting naked like that to seduce me in my lab... phew... you have some nerves for a pawn of SHIELD-’

‘GET OUT FOR THE LOVE OF GOD....’ I screamed on the top of my voice while hugging my torso as best as I can. However, female body is known to be the worst bitch at all the wrong time. By this tendency, my boobs were giving the deepest cleavage under my wrapped arms, which couldn’t have been achieved in the past by the thickest Victoria’s Secret Bombshell bras when I wanted it to happen.

‘Hey Tony I thought you were looking for me... HOLY WHAT THE-’ Doctor Banner did a ‘360 degree spin on one foot’ after seeing me, ‘Tony... What the hell did you actually do this time? Got-got some intern to do some silly stuff?’ he asked Mr. Stark.

‘I am glad you asked that...’ Tony said ‘because I was about you ask how the hell this’ he hand gestured ‘situation happened here. I thought this was our lab, and I will be glad if you would oblige and not leave the door unlocked, so that random people can come in here and strip-’

‘I AM RIGHT HERE ASSHOLE! GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE’ it was sounding like some chorus of an angsty rock band going through puberty.

‘Stark what is going... O-whoa!’ Steve Rogers just went speechless: great... just great. I am now topless, and Captain’s brain function went all star-spangled... I will just stand here, and anytime now, Coulson will pop out of nowhere and murder me. Because I just defiled his ’90 year old virgin superhero idol’... oh, don’t look at me like that, everyone knows that captain never got laid, except in the ice, for 70 years.

When Captain finally looked furiously at Dr. Banner, he said ‘I didn’t do anything I just found Tony with-’

‘Is everything a joke to you Stark... ? First Ultron, the peace summit and now-’ he just covered his eyes, ‘Miss... whoever you are, would you-’ he desperately tried to look away respectfully “would you like a top, towel, anything-”

‘With all due respect Captain... I WOULD VERY MUCH APPRECIATE IF YOU ALL TO LEAVE. THE. ROOM.’

‘Jarvis... ’ Tony called, ‘shut down the cameras in the lab and erase every memory of this room for past 20 minutes’ He was awkwardly walking away leading a very red Dr. Banner, ‘see Rogers, I am not a total douchebag like you think I am... and’ then the obvious happened.

‘And what Stark?’ another grumpy male voice blared from the door “are you trying to blackmail miss (l/n) again... why the cameras shut d-” Director Fury entered with Maria Hill, Black Widow and Hawkeye.

And Barton’s sunglasses titled seductively after he saw me.

Hawkward silence.

Miss Romanov was to react first; she took few steps back, clasped the eyes of Clint Barton and Bruce Banner and led them away; with the latter, she was actually doing a favour to him: by his looks he hasn’t got laid in fifteen years (typical Banner! I am judging you). Maria Hill came to fish out Tony Stark and a very flustered Steve Rogers.

“Come along Captain, I will buy you a hot chocolate” and gestured Director Fury out and looking at me Director Hill gave an assuring nod.

Banner in the meanwhile mumbled “second top shelf from the right” under Miss Romanov’s arms, it seemed it was addressed to me.

...

Finally when I was properly dressed and made it to the hellicarrier, I noticed something utterly different. A humming noise of gossip was spreading through the space and as soon as I entered they all went silent. Great... now I feel like Kim Kardashian, but a lot ashamed.

I gave my reports to Nick Fury who was averting my gaze as far as possible, and then finally he spoke.

‘I am sorry kid, I have erased all the footage of the incident, and should anyone ever teases you with that let me know and I will show that stupid son of a bitch a living hell... Stop right there Stark!’

The last sentence wasn’t obviously directed to me, as I sharply turned around, I saw Tony Stark haulting stop with the booming voice of the director.

‘Actually Director Fury, I was looking for _, you see some of us are worse in communication than you may ever know.’ He added and came to me and gave me a note.

‘Take this and thank me later....’ he added a wink, and walked back.

I bid Fury goodbye and opened the note in my lab, where I was researching some Dead Sea Scrolls and Greek myths.

‘I am so sorry for this morning. I wanted to talk to you for a really long time, but with all that happening I couldn’t. I am not a pervert I swear, but the timing is too wrong... anyway, can I ask you for a cup of coffee? I want to apologise properly for what happened in the morning. Tony said this was a good idea. I swear this won’t ever cross my lips again, but after I saw you this morning I can’t stop thinking about you--’

‘Get to the point already...’ seriously, it was so cliché and cheesy to send a love note these days, but the rambling was so sweet that I can’t even complain .

‘So... if you are ready, I will be waiting at the lounge, 6 o clock sharp... gosh, you are so beautiful when you blush!

-Bruce.’

‘Damnnit...’ I whispered, smiling to myself. I was ready to smack him in the face. But he was just a pure cinnamon roll.