#you get loser dork bruce! sorry :|

[godresembled]

@letoile asked ❝ are you going to stare all night, or are you finally going to ask me to dance? ❞

He hadn't thought she'd noticed him, he'd thought without the trappings of either Bruce Wayne or Batman he'd blend into the drugged and drunken crowd unnoticed by anyone. But especially by her.

He didn't know what to do. He hadn't planned for this. Clearing his throat, he tried to be casual. Less — awkward.

"Would you like to dance?"

He didn't think he managed to not be awkward.

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

I want to hear more about Zero Year Riddler being kind of a loser, please.

Zero Year Riddler is Actually A Nerdy Dork-Ass and I Have Evidence

aka at max ten pictures from the comic books. I apologize now that I had to get selective with photos and that these photos I took myself because I'm too lazy to scan. Includes hcs based on the canon stuff.

TW: Spoilers for Batman: Zero Year also known as Zero Year - Secret City and Zero Year - Dark City

We are going to be jumping around a little with these pictures. So the most basic/stripped down timeline- Edward sets off a massive plot w/ Doctor Death to first black out the City of Gotham while he prepares the Big Guns. Weather balloons filled with toxins to ensure no one is getting in or out of Gotham. He floods the city. Tells the surviving citizens that if they all want to get out, they have to give him a riddle he cannot solve. If you think that last part sounds very folk-lore or fairy tale like, YOU WOULD BE RIGHT. This period where he's setting up this challenge is the titular Zero Year. He is set up inside the Sphinx display in the Gotham History Museum. Batman stops him. onto the actual discussion.

We are first going to start with his introduction. I've discussed this before in a different post but this is meant to tell you multiple things. He has fifteen degrees he's earned. He makes conspiracy theory string boards. He is a dweeb who wears pocket protectors. The important thing to note story wise is that most of the points in this board are important/have a specific role in the story. He's correct about them. They matter. You might be saying "ok Fox/Belle but how does this say he's a nerdy dork-ass?"

look at him. He's described as being "boastful and annoyingly egotistical, but socially he's an egghead." This is not a man who plays well with others. But he genuinely thinks of himself as someone better than everyone else. What do you get? A smokescreen of theatrics, egotism and showing off to hide how socially inept he is.

Next, and sorry the first picture didn't turn out as well as I'd hoped. This is the first meeting of Edward and Bruce Wayne. Of course Edward has already plotted his death. Will try to enact this plot. The page with the snake is a reference to the ancient Egyptian game of Mehen which Edward mentions in passing earlier in the story. Historians currently don't know much about the game other than it's distinctive board- However here it becomes a parallel to Ouroboros. The snake that eats it's own tail. Its known as an alchemy symbol and spiritually represents the unity of all things. Life, Death, Rebirth. In Edward's mind: destruction and rising from ashes aka Gotham in his plans.

The second is post Zero Year, telling the citizens of Gotham his motivations. This is his monologue showing his warped version of the Hero's Journey. The Hero's Journey for those who don't know is a very old archetype on which many fictional stories are all based on (whether they realize it or not.) In it's simplest terms, a hero goes on an adventure. The hero through trauma and hardship, learns a lesson, wins their "boon" and returns home with newfound knowledge that transformed them as a person. Note this sounds kind of similar to the Ouroboros thing, doesn't it?

Edward wants to leave a mark and transform Gotham. Potentially the world. He wants control he never had growing up. He wants all of it.

On the headcanon end... This information combined with his hyperfixation on mythology (mentioned below), this man plays tabletop. Hear me out. God complex. Verbose. Theatrics. Obsession with heroics, the heroes journey and folklore... this man not only plays DnD, he has been a GM countless times. I think he'd play other tabletops as well, but DnD is his bread and butter.

His main race (in traditional) is a gnome because of the intelligence stats. When he does DM/GM, the story is rich and so fucking detailed. He is also mean as hell and will murder all your characters in emotionally devastating ways if you get unlucky. He'll never admit any of this to people he finds cool or too attractive (unless they get to know him first). He has a strong wall up to try and prevent any weakness or vulnerability to show through.

He likes fun facts. Not just about mythology he is the one who spits out statistical data and random fun facts in regular discussion. It's almost compulsive. At another part of the comic where he almost shoots Lucius Fox dead via robot, he states the statistical probability that he was already hit with a bullet, but to reload and shoot again anyways. Then he is in the middle of telling a trivia fact about foxes before Batman comes in to save Lucius.

This feeds into my headcanon that he's neurodivergent. And also was a Jeopardy fanatic as a child. Probably still is. He likes to impress (especially dates) with the knowledge he can pull from seemingly nowhere. Also if you haven't gotten the impression yet, he cannot and will not stop talking. Loves the sound of his own damn voice. You know he's monologued himself to trouble multiple times. Also note how smoothly he's just glossing over his shitty dad/abusive childhood (again.)

Piggybacking on the last point- He has a special interest (read: potentially hyperfixation) on mythology and folklore. On multiple occasions he mentions these stories in passing as an anecdote for the events currently happening around him. Archimedes was a greek mathematician in ancient Sicily. He invented a great many things and would come to be known as one of the leading scientists of classical antiquity. The story Edward references is a rather famous one- Archimedes invented complex pulley systems and was tasked to prove the strength and ingenuity of these pulleys by moving the Syracusia, a luxury cruise ship, in and out of the water.

The second he mentions the story of the Gordian Knot. The tale goes as such: Alexander the Great's time. Whoever could untie the Gordian Knot was said to be destined to rule all of Asia. No one could solve it. The knot was impeccable. It was complex. Alexander the Great showed his great mental genius by doing what no one else had done. He cut the knot. There's more to it but that's the gist. That's the why of why Edward looks to this story and remembers it.

Everything about The Riddler of Zero Year is about proving his intelligence. Creating a name and a culture enveloped with smarts. If we didn't have the lore associated with Egyptian mythology as well, I'd say ancient Greece is his topic of choice but I think he likes all of it. That said, this man likes historical movies, historical texts, museums. If you take him to a museum or any kind of zoo or aquarium, he's going to talk your ear off on what he already knows for at least several hours. Are you impressed? Please be impressed. Tell him how smart he is and praise him like your favorite house cat.

The final pictures with actual analysis. These might seem silly or a rather insignificant detail to zoom in on.

This is him setting off the triggers to flood the city. Note the suitcase. He says this out loud to no one but himself. His own joke that only he gets to laugh at. Then he LITERALLY walks away whistling. A lot of this kind of behavior feeds into him knowing and being so smug about how clever he is. He's watching dozens upon dozens of citizens who have no idea what is going to happen to them, running in fear. And he's focused only on how gleeful he is that it's all coming together.

In the second: this is the final trial. Batman saving the city of Gotham and Riddler getting to have his big villain moment. And from the moment he reveals the lightshow of lasers ready to cut down our hero at will- he begins playing with his cane and hat. To the point that Batman is almost panicked for him to stop and just ask the damn questions.

These both run to one point and that's to him, this is all a game. We don't know this in the story yet, but he has an additional failsafe to blow the city up even if Batman wins (he doesn't expect him to, but he always makes sure to be a step ahead in case). He's lighthearted because, despite his curiosity around Batman and being constantly surprised that Batman keeps surviving, he considers this chess game match and set. His own arrogance supersedes the idea that Batman could be a genuine hero willing to take all the risk to save these people.

Riddler says to "get smart or die." Edward does not expect someone to do just that and more. For these the behaviors are more dorky vs the actual analysis but you get the point.

Bonus: we get the full picture that he constantly has a crown image above his screen in Gotham Square during Zero Year. Sir, Why Are You Like This? A lot of this comes down to: please give him attention he is so desperate for attention and probably physical affection. He's starving for it.

If you actually read through all of this, I'm love you and I hope you're having a fantastic day. Thank you for taking the time to listen to my rambling.

[hailhydra920]

Mister Hockey Ch.12

Pairing: College!Hockey!Bucky x reader

Chapter 12        Series Masterlist

Summary: Bucky Barnes is the biggest playboy on campus. He’s got the looks, charm, and high hockey player status. He can have any girl he wants, except you. And for some reason, you’re the only one he wants. Hockey AU!

Warnings: Fluff

A/n: A bit longer than usual

           Bucky arranged his treats on the table nicely and smiled. He straightened the poster his mom had made, and slightly adjusted some of the cupcakes. His table looked perfect, as per usual. He saw Natasha bring in some cookies and walk over to Steve’s table. His eyes darted around the community center, and he noticed that most of the hockey team had someone with them. Pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, he started to worry. What if you didn’t show up? Then, he would be alone at his bake sale table again. He sat down at his table and watched the door.

           Before his thoughts could explode into a nervous frenzy, he saw you enter the community center. He let out a sigh of relief and put on a bright smile. As you got closer, he walked over to you and pulled you into a side hug before leading you over to his table.

           “I see you already set up. It looks nice. But our table does look like it has more treats that everyone else.” You said glancing at the other tables.

           “Well, I usually get quite a few people at my table. Cheerleading squad tends to be the biggest group.” Bucky said as his ears turned pink. “Anyway, it raises money, so that’s the important thing.”

           You nodded and noticed he wasn’t using his crutches. “No crutches?”

           Bucky shook his head. “Nope. I talked to Bruce this morning and said I should be fine in just a knee brace, but I have to make sure I do nothing too strenuous.”

           “Like nightly activities.”

           He rolled his eyes and pulled you into him. “Whatever you say, doll.”

~~~~~

           “I gotta use the bathroom, watch the table.” Bucky said giving you a small salute before walking off.

           “Dork.” You mumbled as you pulled out your phone to read as you noticed the cheerleaders walk in.

           “Is that Y/n?”

           “Ew, yeah, I think it is.”

           “What is she doing at Bucky’s table?”

           You scoffed and looked up from your phone. “You do know I can hear you, right?”

           Brittney, the annoying blond and captain of the cheer team, smiled as she and her little goons walked over to the table. “Yes dear, we know. Now, tell what you’re doing at Bucky’s table. You didn’t force him into a relationship, did you?”

           You laughed. “Yes, I forced him into a relationship. I held a gun to his head and told him to date me or die.”

           Brittney scoffed. “You’re such a loser. Maybe he’s dating you out of pity.”

           Before you could say anything, Bucky came back.

           “Is there a problem here ladies?” Bucky asked as he sat down by you.

           Brittney shook here head and batted her eyelashes at Bucky. “No, we were just getting to know your little helper.”

           You glared at Brittney, but tension slowly left your body as he slung an arm over your shoulders. “She’s amazing, right? I decided to let my best girl help me out this time.”

           “You’re b-best girl?” Brittney sputtered.

           Bucky smiled at you. “Oh yeah. And I’m sorry Brittney, but I think our one-night stand from two years ago should stay that way. I’m not into pompous cheerleaders who can’t keep their inaccurate opinions to themselves.”

           Her mouth shut and she huffed. “Whatever. You’ll come running back to me soon enough.” Then flipped her hair and walked away.

           “You good?” Bucky asked softly.

           You gave him a weak smile. “I’m fine. I‘m used to it by now. And we’re not technically dating yet, you didn’t have to call me your best girl.”

           He shrugged. “I want you to be my best girl. Besides, no one deserves to be treated that way.”

           “Well, thank you.” You said fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

           “Alright, doll. Lemme see a smile.”

           You gave him a small smile and he shook his head.

           “Come on, doll, I know you can do better than that.” He said as he grabbed your sides and started to tickle you.

           “O-okay! S-stop!” You said between laughs. “B-bucky. I-I surrender!”

           He stopped and smiled as you smiled back at him. “There we go, beautiful. Now, let’s keep that smile for the rest of the day.”

~~~~~

           Bucky gnawed on the end of his pencil as he waited for the professor to hand back their quizzes. He had done extra study sessions with you and even studied more with Steve so he could take you ice skating. Steve got his quiz back and gave Bucky a thumbs up as he flashed his quiz that had a 100% scribbled on the top. Show off. He was snapped out of his nervous frenzy when his professor’s voice sounded.

           “Barnes. A word, please.”

           Bucky gulped and walked over to the Professor’s desk. Prof. Ernest took off his glasses and sighed. Uh no, not good. He looked at Bucky and back at Bucky’s quiz in his hand.

           “I’ve seen incredible improvement in your work, Mr. Barnes. Congratulations on getting a perfect score on your quiz.” Prof. Ernest said as he handed Bucky his quiz.

           Bucky’s face lit up as his eyes scanned the paper and relief swept over him. He couldn’t wait to show you. He had been waiting all week to take you out and now he finally could. After class, with a skip in his step, he went to your dorm.

           “You’re happy.” You said as you answered the door.

           He had a cocky smirk on his face as he pulled out his quiz. “100%. Looks like we’re going skating tonight, doll.”

           You took the paper from his hands and hummed. “Wow, I’m impressed. And I guess we’re going skating.”

~~~~~

           “I need more padding.” You demanded as you looked at the ice.

           Bucky laughed. “Doll, you’re wearing all my equipment. I’m sure you’re fine.”

           “I’m scared. I don’t want to do this anymore.” You said as you slowly stepped away from the rink.

           Bucky gently tapped on the helmet you were wearing and smiled at you softly. “Hey, it’s okay to be scared, but I’m going to be right here, and I’m not going to let you fall, okay?”

           “Promise?” You whispered out.

           “Promise.” He said grabbing your hand. “Now let’s show the ice who’s boss.”

           You practically clung to Bucky as you finally got onto the ice. You let out a small squeak as your skates threatened to slide out from under you. Bucky held you steady, though, and stated nice affirmations.

           “Doing great, doll. Now let’s see if we can get you to move around the ice a little instead of you standing like a statue.”

           “If I move, I’m pretty sure I’m going to die.”

           He let out a light laugh and squeezed your hand. “You’re not gonna die. Let’s start nice and slow.”

           He started to move forward slightly, gently pulling you with him. You struggled to stay upright, but you managed to move forward. Bucky moved a bit more and you followed a bit easier. After a little bit more practice and Bucky going a little faster, you smiled.

           “Hey, this is kinda fun.” You breathed.

           “Told ya, doll. Now, I’m gonna let go of you now.” He said as you tightened your grip on him.

           “Don’t you dare.” You said narrowing your eyes.

           “I’m kidding.” He chuckled. “No need to squeeze my hand so tight.”

           Eventually, you got enough confidence to let go of Bucky and skate a little. He stayed beside you to make sure you didn’t fall, a bright smile on his face, his eyes crinkling in watching you find confidence. You didn’t quite know how to stop yet, so he pulled your back into him before you crashed into the wall. He turned you toward him and placed his hands on the side of your, well his, helmet. You stared into his bright blue eyes as he softly took the helmet off your head. Your breath hitched as he licked his lips before cupping the side of your face.

           “Can I kiss you, doll?” He whispered as if he were afraid to pop the intimate bubble.

           You could only manage to nod your head, and he dove in for the kiss. A soft sigh escaping him as your lips connected. You tangled your fingers into his silky hair as you pulled him closer. In the cold of the rink, you could only feel a consuming heat all over your body. As you both parted for breath, you noticed his cheeks were slightly pink and he had a dopey grin on his face.

           “You really are amazing, doll.”

           “BARNES!”

           You and Bucky both whipped your heads toward the booming voice. Coach Fury was standing near the door, and Bucky could feel his face flush.

           “I said no being in the rink after 10:30.” Fury said with a sigh. “You and your girlfriend, out, now.”

           “Y-yes Coach!” Bucky stuttered before Fury walked out.

           You and Bucky quietly laughed as you both exited the rink. Bucky helped you out of his gear and kissed your forehead. He was so in love with you, it hurt.

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[reidingandwriting]

10 Things I Hate About You (And 1 Thing I Love)

Word Count: ~2000 words

Ship: Peter Parker x Stark!Daughter, Avengers x Reader (platonic/family)

Warnings: Mild language, but that’s it!

A/N: This was so much fun to write honestly, we love fluffy chaos. It was originally going in a COMPLETELY different direction, but I decided to be nice and give you guys the fluffy version instead 😉 I attached the “10 things” list at the end in case you wanted it :)

You took a breath as you stood at the altar, hands interlocked with your fiancé Peter’s, and you began to speak.

“I hate your jokes, they’re so stupid.” Everyone in the room laughed, including Peter. “You’re the only person who could make such lame jokes funny. I especially hate that goofy laugh of yours that follows, that’s what makes the jokes tolerable. I hate that smile of yours, how it lights up the room. Seriously, it’s so bright, I need an Advil for my headache.” Peter let out a tearful laugh and your thumb brushed over his knuckles.

“I hate how hardworking you are. You built yourself up from nothing, you worked hard in everything you did. You overachiever, I look like a slacker. I hate how my family loves you and how they didn’t scare you off. Trust me, my dad tried.” Your dad called out a ‘hell yeah I did!’ which sent the small venue into laughter again. “My family’s all very guarded, but you smashed through those walls and you became like another member of the family. I hate how even my dog loves you, and he hates everyone. You can ask Dad, the day we took him off the street, he tried to bite him. He never liked anyone that I dated, until I met you.” Peter gave you a smile, which you gladly returned. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes, but you blinked them back.

“I hate how you always know how to make me laugh, you know I hate how my laugh sounds. I don’t think I’ve ever laughed this much until I met you. I hate how you always want to help everyone, even when struggling yourself. You could be out in the freezing cold, and you would give the shirt off your back to whoever needed it. You’re going to get sick or hurt doing that one day, you self sacrificing dork.”

“I hate how much you care about your friends. I won’t admit it again, but we truly are lucky to have you. Every endless day we spend with you is the best day. Except for our Harry Styles concert, nothing tops that. I hate how you’d lay down your life for your friends- you’d even do it for people who weren’t your friends. That’s just the person you are.” A few stray tears slid down your cheeks now.

“Even with all this complete and utter hatred I have for you,” your tone was playful and Peter was struggling not to cry at this point. You had told him your wedding vows would be a bit unconventional, he expected nothing less from you. You were Y/N Stark after all, being unconventional was a trademark Stark trait. “there’s one thing I love about you that cancels out all of that.”

“You made me feel like I belonged whenever so many people made me feel like I didn’t. From the second I started at Midtown, everyone treated me differently. Students and teachers were either terrified of me and what my dad could do, or they sucked up to me to get in my dad’s good graces. You treated me like I was just Y/N. Not Y/N Stark, daughter of Tony Stark, aka Iron Man. I was a regular teen with you, and I can’t thank you enough for that, Peter.” You wiped your eyes, smiling at the man you were about to marry. Your almost husband. “You introduced me to the best friends I could ever have, and you became the best boyfriend I could ever have. Boyfriend turned into fiancé, and now fiancé is about to turn into husband. These losers in the audience may be part of my family, but I can’t wait to start my own family with you. I love you, Peter Benjamin Parker.”

“I love you, Y/N Y/M/N Stark.” Peter smiled, a tear slipping down his cheek. “Now, if we’re doing the things I hate about you, let’s start with that god awful snoring.” The rest of the ceremony went on beautifully. Your dad wouldn’t admit it, but he totally cried whenever you and Peter said your “I do’s” and kissed. Meanwhile, Pepper wouldn’t let your dad forget it that he cried. Once the ceremony was finished, you moved the reception outside. Laura and Clint’s kids played with Scott’s daughter Cassie and your sister Morgan, while the adults continued the reception. The wedding was intimate, with your family of Avengers and Peter’s Aunt May and some friends of yours made up the guest list.

“I can’t believe Y/N’s married.” Natasha stood next to Tony, watching as you and Peter made your rounds with all the guests.

“Me neither.” Clint hummed in agreement, standing beside Natasha. “I remember the day I taught her to flip off the paparazzi.” Tony laughed at the memory, Pepper sending a playful glare to the archer. Tony still had the magazine in his office, the picture of you showing the camera your middle finger on the cover. You were only nine or ten at the time, you were all grown up now. You still liked to give the paparazzi your signature pose.

“How about the time she programmed FRIDAY to play that horrible Rebecca Black song every time we tried to use FRIDAY?” It was Steve’s turn to speak, and he groaned as he got the song stuck in his head again.

“Or that time she got FRIDAY to play that Black Widow song every time I entered the room?” Natasha’s face morphed into one of annoyance, but there was no real irritation behind it.

“What about the time Lady Y/N came to Asgard and made friends with Loki?” Thor remembered on your fourteenth birthday how you visited Asgard. It took endless tears and begging for your parents to agree. They finally agreed after you made a ten minute presentation, and Thor had promised to keep you safe. You loved Asgard and the people you met loved you- even Loki was fond of the young Stark. During your weekend in Asgard, you had spent equal time with the brothers. Thor gave you tours of Asgard and the castle, while Loki showed you some important spots from his childhood. You hated having to leave, but you came back every time you could. You even convinced Loki to spend more time on Earth (Midgard as he preferred to call it).

“I can’t forget about the time Tony brought in Y/N to the medbay when her hand was broken, he was hysterical. And you remember how she broke it?” Bruce looked at Tony, who rolled his eyes with a faint smirk.

“By punching that Flash kid in the face and breaking his nose.” Pepper shook her head at the memory, looking at the now grown up kids she loves. “They’ve always had each other’s backs. Now they’ve got each other forever. And they’ve got all of us.” Tony smiled as his older daughter walked over, Peter talking to his aunt. You gave everyone a hug, thanking them for coming.

“Sorry to interrupt, but it’s time for our dance, Dad.” Your dad nodded, pressing a kiss to his own wife’s cheek before walking to you.

“Let’s dance.” You lead your dad to the dance floor, your arm linked with his. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and Tony’s wrapped around your waist as you began to dance.

“I can’t believe my little girl is married now.” Tony spoke softly as you two danced, your dress sparkling under the lights as you moved. “Seems like just yesterday I held you in my arms for the first time.”

“It doesn’t feel real yet.” You hummed in agreement, looking up at your dad. “It still feels like I should be at home, having tea parties with Morgan, and giving you heart attacks with Peter.” Tony rolled his eyes, remembering how mere months ago, Tony was making a cup of coffee. You and Peter came to the lake house for Christmas, and you two were spending time with Morgan in your room.

Tony smiled as he heard the sound of laughter through the halls, until he heard a loud crash and Peter yell “shit!” which Morgan replied “that’s Mom’s word!” Tony ran to the sound, stopping at the sight. Morgan, holding your phone, stood beside Peter, who was doubled over laughing. Then he saw you, sprawled across the floor, roller skates on your feet. Pieces of shattered ceramic, dirt, flowers were surrounding you, which Tony recognized as the vase of flowers Morgan set up last week. You raised your head, looking at Morgan.

“Did you get that on video?!” You fist pumped the air as Morgan nodded, carefully getting back up. You froze when you saw your dad and looked at your fiancé and sister. “Retreat, retreat!!” You skated past your dad, Morgan and Peter following you as they laughed.

“Y/N, Morgan, and Peter! Get your asses back here and clean this up!”

“You see all these gray hairs? You caused them.” You laughed, giving your dad an award winning smile.

“We add excitement to your life.” Tony laughed, twirling you.

“And I can’t be happier that I have you two hooligans in my life.” You smiled as the song paused and everyone looked around. A familiar song started playing over the speakers, and your dad grinned. The slow song had been replaced by Mr. Brightside, one of yours and your dad’s favorite songs. The rest of the guests came to the dance floor, dancing and singing (yelling) the lyrics. The rest of the night was filled with singing, dancing, and laughter.

You stood beside Peter at the end of the night, swaying slightly as you held your sleeping sister. She was older now, but she never missed a chance for you to hold her. Your eyes traveled the room, taking in the sights around you. The rest of the kids were off by themselves, eating leftover wedding cake and drinking soda out of the champagne flutes. Ned and MJ had taken over the music, playing everything from throwbacks to today’s music, jumping around (as they’d call it, dancing) and laughing. The team of heroes were all broken out into their own groups, everyone getting along fine.

“I can’t believe this is our life.” You spoke after a minute of silence. “I remember when it was just me, my dad, and Happy. I never would’ve thought my family would grow from that group of three to all of us now.” Your eyes landed on your dad, who was laughing with the original Avengers team.

“If you would have told me in the start of high school that I was going to become an Avenger, fall in love with Tony Stark’s daughter, and join the family of the Earth’s mightiest heroes, I would think I was in a dream. And now it’s my reality. I’ve always wanted a big, happy family like this. And you gave it to me.” Peter smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. Your eyes closed, savoring the moment.

“Our family’s about to expand by one more, too.” You whispered and Peter’s jaw dropped as it clicked.

“We’re having a baby?” You nodded with a smile, laughing as Peter hugged you tight, being careful not to disturb Morgan.

“We’re having a baby. Don’t tell my dad you know, he wanted to be the first to know.” You rested your head on his shoulder and Peter’s arm made its way around your waist.

“Our child really is going to have the best family to grow up in.” As you looked at your husband, you smiled to yourself.

‘Yeah.’ You thought. ‘They really will.’

1. Your stupid jokes

2. Your laugh

3. Your smile

4. How hardworking you are

5. How much my family loves you

6. Even my dog loves you, and he doesn’t like anyone

7. How you always know how to make me laugh

8. How you always want to help everyone

9. How much you care about your friends

10. And how you’d lay down your life for them

11. And how you made me feel normal

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Avengers prompt list

I’m bored so I made this...

Steve Rogers (Captain America) 

Language! 

“I’m not looking for forgiveness, and I’m way past asking for permission.”

“So your body’s changing. Believe me, I know how that feels.”

“That is America’s ass.”

“Is this a test?”

“I can do this all day.”

“I am (name) 

“I don’t want to kill anyone. I don’t like bullies; I don’t care where they’re from.”

“On your left.”

“Before we get started, does anyone want to get out?”

“‘Cause I’m with you ’til the end of the line.”

Bucky Barnes (The winter soldier)

“I Thought You Were Smaller."

"I'm With You 'Til The End Of The Line, Pal."

"You're My Mission."

"That Little Guy From (place) Who Was Too Dumb To Run Away From A Fight, I'm Following Him."

Natasha Romanoff (black widow)

"I only ACT like I know everything."

"I'm multitasking."

"Let me put you on hold."

"The person who developed this is slightly smarter than me. Slightly."

"I'm sorry. Did I step on your moment?"

"I blew all my covers. I gotta go figure out a new one."

"Nothing lasts forever."

"He's also a huge dork. Chicks dig that!"

"Bye bye, bikinis"

Thor Odison 

“THIS DRINK, I LIKE IT! ANOTHER!”

“You people are so petty. And tiny.” 

“I choose to run toward my problems and not away from them..” I 

“Do I look to be in a gaming mood? 

“HE’S A FRIEND FROM WORK!”

“I notice you’ve copied my beard.” 

Peter quill (Star-lord)

I Look Around And You Know What I See? Losers!

Don’t Call Us Plucky. We Don’t Know What It Means

Sometimes The Thing You're Searching For Your Whole Life Is Right There By Your Side All Along

What Should We Do Next? Something Good, Something Bad? Bit Of Both?

I Don't Learn. It's One Of My Issues

It's Showtime A-Holes!

Okay, I'm Gonna Get A Bowflex. I'm Gonna Commit. I'm Gonna Get Some Dumbbells

Let's Talk About This Plan Of Yours. I Think It's Good, Except It Sucks

Drax the destroyer 

I've mastered the ability of standing so incredibly still, that I become invisible to the eye. Watch.

You just need to find a woman who is pathetic, like you.

He is not a dude. You're a dude. This is a man. A handsome, muscular man.

Well I wasn't listening then, I was thinking of something else...

She just told everyone your deepest, darkest secret!

No one talks to my friends like that.

Vision 

Yes. But a thing isn't beautiful because it lasts. It's a privilege to be among them.

Well... I was born yesterday.

 I suppose we are both disappointments.

 It's terribly well balanced.

I wish to understand it. The more I do, the less it controls me. One day, who knows? I may even control it.

It's as I said. Catastrophe.

That's true. He hates you the most.

 It's alright. I love you.

Tony stark (Iron man) 

 "Sometimes you gotta run before you walk."

 “Is it better to be feared or respected? I say, is it too much to ask for both?"

"Let's face it, this is not the worst thing you've caught me doing."

 "Give me a scotch. I'm starving."

 “…Just like that.”

 "Doth mother know you weareth her drapes?"

 "Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist."

. "Well, performance issues, it's not uncommon. One out of five..."

 "Have you ever tried shawarma? There’s a shawarma joint about two blocks from here. I don’t know what it is but i wanna try it.”

. "No. You're in a relationship with me. Everything will never be okay."

 "Don't do anything I would do, and definitely don't do anything I wouldn't do..."

Morgan Stark 

I love you, 3000.”

Pepper pots 

I don't think you could tie your shoes without me.

I do anything and everything (name) requires. Including occasionally taking out the trash. Will that be all?

You're all I have too, you know.

Oh, no, I always forget to wear deodorant and dance with my boss in a room full of people I work with in a dress with no back.

Tears of joy. I hate job hunting.

I am trying to do the job that you were meant to do.

Oh my god... that was really violent...

Don't ever, ever, ever, ask me to do anything like that, ever again!

Stephen Strange (Doctor Strange) 

Pain's an old friend.

We're in the endgame now.

(name),  there was no other way.

Unlike everyone else in your life, I don't work for you.

Study and practice. Years of it.

It's what made me a great doctor.

Nick Fury 

I recognise the council has made a decision, but given that it's a stupid-ass decision, I've elected to ignore it.

I still believe in heroes.

You got gifts, (name) , but we have a job to do. Are you going to step up or not?

Clint Barton (Hawkeye) 

"You And I Remember Budapest Very Differently."

I've Done The Whole Mind Control Thing. Not A Fan.

"We've Come A Long Way Since Budapest."

Loki 

“If it's all the same to you, I'll have that drink now."

“There are no men like me.”

"I am the monster parents tell their children about at night."

Wanda Maximoff (Scarlet witch) 

Everybody’s afraid of something.

I've caused enough problems.

“You took everything from me.” “ I don't even know who you are.” “You will.”

Sometimes it's hard, but sooner or later every man shows himself.

You guys know I can move things with my mind, right?

Bruce Banner (Hulk) 

That's my secret, (name) : I'm always angry.

You know, sometimes exactly what I want to hear isn't exactly what I want to hear.

What? I see this as an absolute win.

Sorry kids. You don't get to see my party trick after all.

I’ve got a compelling reason not to lose my cool.

Broke up? Like a band? Like the Beatles?

I don't think we should be focusing on (name). That guy's brain is a bag full of cats. You can smell crazy on him.

Thanos 

The hardest choices require the strongest wills.

Perfectly balanced, as all things should be

I do. You're not the only one cursed with knowledge.

You should have gone for the head.

You should choose your words more carefully.

The end is near.

I am Inevitable!

Rocket Raccoon 

No, seriously, I need it! (snickering) It's important to me...

You just wanna suck the joy out of everything.

Who hasn't been to space? You better not throw up on my ship.

See, this is exactly why none of you have any friends!

Can you believe they call us criminals when he's assaulting us with that haircut?

You're! Making! Me! Beat! Up! Grass!

Quit smiling, ya idiot, you're supposed to be professional.

Peter Parker (Spider-man) 

This is nice.

Yes sir. I'm sorry. I understand. I just wanted to be like you

What? No, no, no, I don't wanna kill anybody!

It's not a onesie.

Hey guys, you ever see that really old movie, Empire Strikes Back?

Look, when you can do the things that I can, but you don't, and then the bad things happen, they happen because of you.

That's uh, that's all on YouTube though, right? I mean that's where you found it. 'Cause you know that's all fake. It's all done on a computer.

This is my chance to prove myself.

[wetookanoath]

Supernatural Season 6 | The Haunting of Loey Lane.

Shane and his Shaggy cosplay are everything I need to know to be asured this episode will be iconic. And look a thim go. I love him.

I am way too distracted by Ryan’s buttons being open, I’m sorry, I cannot fuction now.

“Oh, no voice this time?” Okay, but Shane’s smile is... fjnfiwsmdikr. Why is this man like this? Anyway... Ryan’s laugh and the way he just, turns on Host Mood again, holy shit.

The way Ryan is narrating this episode is even more precious when you look at the credits and see that he himself wrote this episode. “From guru to booru”, I fucking hate you, Shane. Ryan’s face, tho. That look between done and fond, same.

“I was very respectful”, honey you were high in medicine, shut up.

Weekend At Ghoul HQ, starring Ryan Bergara and real size doll Shane. “I believe you believe” it’s the creepiest shit, stop that.

Growing up in a haunted farmhouse? Same. Oh gosh, jokes aside, I’m gonna say this right now... I’m not going to discuss in public whatever I believe in what may happen in this episode or not. I’ve been realizing slowly that I don’t feel comfortable talking about these things online because believing has a lot to do with faith to me, and faith is part of my life in a way that is too important to me. That said, watch me make fun of my own faith all the time and discuss whatever else you guys wanna talk about with me regarding the show, the boys, etc.

Loey saying she has never been scared of ghosts it’s exactly how I feel about the paranormal and the supernatural in general. I mean, I don’t claim having any kinds of powers or touch, or what have you. But god, I would be so happy and enchanted by seeing a supernatural being right in front of me. And whatever may scare me sometime, it’s always human doing, it’s always natural, tangible, there. And even then, I do like being scared. So there’s that, I guess.

“Are we Bruce Willis in this situation?” how the hell did that came from what they were talking about, lmao. Another Willis mention this season, Mr. Die Hard will end up becoming part of the inside jokes in this fandom at some point.

“I love a little stirring” Shane looks so excited about doing Some Bullshit in this episode, and I saw how chaotic he was in his solo, I can’t wait to see it by myself. LMAO, this bit is both funny and kind of adorable. Also, witches AU.

“Why would you come to us uf you want us to fix it?” An excellent question I don’t understand either, to be honest. The show is not about actually hunting enthities or debunking shit, so this is... come on. I think we know what it is, lmao. But it’s fine, I like this House Call shit.

No ofense, but using a 100 hundred years old Ouija board as a decoration is like a horror movie plot where white people are white people about it. I love it.

*Rubs eyes and sighs deeply*

... What is Shane doing with his tongue? I, I, I don’t like that... Not a fan... Put that tongue back in your mouth, Shane. I don’t like this bit.

Shane calling Ryan a, like, passionate paranormal investigator and the bitch immediatelly saying he is insane is my aesthetic and also yet again, a great summary of the show.

“This is the part where you learn how truly boring it is to be a ghost hunter”, lmao. Talking about these parts, I love the colors we get from the cameras each time, I can’t wait to make the edit for this episode.

Oh man, it must be something to see these two grown ass men saying and doing stupid shit to get ghosts to listen to them and do something But also, Shane slowly walking towards Ryan to film a super close-up of his eyes, OKAY. They are so stupid.

That... that is a werid thing, Shane is right. Oh man, this is giving me flashbacks to that serial killer dude in The X Files that was obssessed with women’s hair/cleaning them up for burials. 

Okay, that thing Shane just did with his mouth knocked me out for a bit. Imma head out. “That sounds demonic”, this better not be the season’s demon investigation. And oh look, what’s a supernatural season without Shane giving hints of him being a demon? It makes it funnier how he never really talks about it anywhere. Like he obviously knows aboutt he fandom’s joke, and I’m sure he keeps doing shit like this to feed it, but it all becomes even better when he just... never says shit about it. It’s always Ryan the one who answers when asked about it.

Cats do tend to get spook at everything and look up for no reason at all, every time my cats do that and one of nieces or nephew is around and asks about it, I always go “oh, he is just seeing the ghost that lives here” and then their mothers want to kill me.

Yeah, you don’t... do that. Horror movie 101. Don’t ever give permission to shit to enter. “Hey, can I come in?” “No, bitch, go away” is always the answer lol.

Guuurrrrllll...

This bitch ass thingy in her home really is there because of her. If there’s something in there, it’s not the place, it’s her. Also bitch ass demons as always listening to Shane is everything.

I.. like how Shane looks in that blue lighting. “Oh, you know what? Not bad, not bad”, why is he like this. 

Ryan’s metaphores are excellent, imagine him giving talks to his future children by using weird ass metaphore and the kids just... staring at him. 

“I’ll take you home with me, I don’t care” LMAO, imagine this idiot walking into his apartment, “Hey Sara? I got a demon, can we keep him?” “No” “Too late, I told him he is staying!”

“Assert my dominance” the smile? Awwww. The awkward moves of his hand, fjnvidnfir, Ryan is so fucking cute, makes me cry.

... What is Shane doing? I love how they just leave Shane’s whatever there while Ryan talks to Loey, fkjdniednfirnfgirt. Do that more often. Love that hair, also. Long hair is the best hair.

Shane literally saying he will use all the power he has gotten by defeating demons it’s such a powerful prompt. He is giving us the power to create shit, use it well, demon Shane writers and fanartists. “Alakazam! Big bang boom, hope you like hell, you loser.”, I fucking love this dork.

“What does that mean? You guys have inside jokes?” “Yeah, we bonded” JFNIERDNFIRF SHANE.

Loey is me and Shane is my brother, this is how we usually talk when one of us is saying some bullshit kfdndiofmkirg

“What’s your name? Come on, what’s your name? I know that gives away your power”, Ryan out there getting advice on demon hunting by The Conjuring 2 is the biggest mood. No, but for real-- there’s actually plenty of myths and cultures that believe the way to defeat some sort of evil is by knowing its name. It’s really interesting, the kind of power we really do give to names.

Not really a fan of this. Man, I really hope this is not the season’s demon investigation.

Ryan Steven Bergara Stop Saying You Are Annoying Or Ugly Or Whatever Negative Shit You Are Always Saying About Yourself Challenge.

This is such a “So... you come here often?” type of situation, djnfisndief, I love this. And we are back at the ‘I hate Shane’ bit again, I really stan a twelve years old. The fond voice with which Shane says “I mean, you are having fun”, awwwwwww. Cuties.

Shane looks hella cute doing his fornite dance, I hate him.

Did that shit just laugh after scaring this poor woman? JFNFIENFIERNIGF

Christ almighty, Ryan looks so fucking small at Shane’s side, what the hell? Also, this is so... damn adorable. Shane trying to teach Ryan how to do the dance, it’s hella cute. Oooohhmmmygoodddddd, I’mmmmm meltinnngggggggggg... Ryan’s little dance, djnfienf he is such a bad dancer, I love him so much.

This poor woman is having a breakdown in there and these two bitches are just being... whatever the hell they are doing, lmao. “You are suggesting a ghost farted in my face?” “Yeah” AHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Ryan suggesting the demon is asking her out for a drink and looking at Shane while doing so, jfniednfir what the fuck is that. This demon suitor just doesn’t know how to ask her out on a date, lmao.

“Our job here is done!” and Loey’s reaction, dkjnfeinfir same.

Get haunted for the aesthetic, why not? Interesting episode.

[sicklilspidey]

Sensory Overload (due to illness)

The day started like any other for Peter Parker, well other than the fact that his stomach was fighting him. He wasn't sure why his stomach was bothering him so much, he just knew he couldn’t tell anyone. If he did MJ and Ned would hound him to go home and that’s the last thing he wanted. You see Peter had been waiting all week to go to the avengers tower so he can work on a new suit with Mr. Stark and train with Cap and Natasha, and lord knows nothing was going to stop him from going. Peter was on the bus to school when he felt someone poke him. He turned to see Ned with a concerned look on his face. “ what the hell dude, what was that for” Peter said harshly. “Woah, sorry. I was just making sure you were still alive. You honestly look like the definition of death” Ned said. This caught the attention of MJ. “ he’s right dork, you really don’t look good,” she said. ' ugh , why does everyone have to be so observant ’  peter thought to himself. “Look guys, im fine. Just didn’t get a lot of sleep last night, that’s all ” Peter responded. 

“ Okay, whatever you say loser,” MJ added.  They left him alone after that, both having concern build up in the pit of their stomachs. The bus arrived at the school minutes later, and peter hurried off. He could feel the thick liquid coming up his throat, and his mouth was watering an insane amount. He knew he had to find a bathroom quickly but of course he ran right into Flash. “Woah, Parker watch where you’re going.” flash said as he shoved Peter. “Flash i’m honestly not in the best mood. I didn’t mean to run into you ,so can you just leave me be” Peter said shakily . “You’re lucky I'm in a good mood Parker” With that Flash moved out of the way and Peter ran down the hallway. As soon as he made it to the bathroom his breakfast made its grand entrance back into the world. All Peter could do was let his body do its thing. Once he finished, he shakily got up and flushed the toilet. He started to feel a little anxious but thought nothing of it. He caught a glimpse of himself on the way out of the bathroom and realized Ned was right, he really did look like death. He made his way to first period and when he got there everyone just stared at him. He wasn’t sure if it was the fact that he was 20 minutes late or if it was his appearance. Either way he didn’t care, he just wanted the day to be over already. “Okay ,class solve this next equation on the board.” was all peter heard before he completely zoned out and escaped reality. “ Peter! Hello earth  to Peter” peter snapped out of his trance and saw MJ standing there. “ hey, class is over,” she said. “ o-oh” peter responded. “ You sure you're okay, cause you look worse for wear” MJ said. Peter just nodded in response while grabbing his bag off the floor. He walked out of the classroom, and stumbled to his second period. His senses were starting to heighten but he tried to ignore it as much as possible. At this point Peter didn’t know what to do with himself, he just wanted to get through the day and make it to the tower. That was slowly starting to feel like an impossibility for peter. He’s barely made it through his first period, he couldn't even begin to imagine what the rest of the day had to throw his way. When he finally reached his second period class he was exhausted. He decided to just tune out this class just like he did in his first class. Time started to pass way faster than Peter expected and before he knew it, it was lunch. He slowly made his way to the cafeteria. He got to the table where Ned and MJ were seated and he sat down without a word. Both MJ and Ned looked up from their food and saw an absolutely miserable Peter displayed in front of them. “ Just go home already, you’re obviously sick” Ned said. “ No I'm not! I already told you two that i just didn’t sleep well” Peter basically yelled. MJ and ned were taken by surprise. It’s not like Peter to go off like that. Even peter as surprised, something was off and it wasn’t just his upset stomach. After lunch finished, it was like someone fast forwarded through the rest of the day. Soon the final bell rang and Peter let out a sigh of relief he wasn’t aware he was holding in. he made his way down the, what seemed like, never ending hallway and out the school’s front doors, there Happy was waiting for him. It was a silent ride to the tower. Happy noted how quiet Peter was, it wasn’t like him to not say a single word for an hour straight. “ you okay back there?” Happy asked. All Peter could do was grunt in response.  Happy took that as a no ,but didn’t ask the kid anymore questions. When they arrived at the tower, Peter was more than ready to get out of the car. As soon as he was out of vehicle appy pulled him aside. “ hey kid, don’t push yourself too hard in there, I’m sure he’ll understand if you need a break” Happy said referring to Tony. In all honesty, Peter wasn’t focused on what Happy was saying, he was more focused on the bird and how loud they were. He’s never noticed that before. Once he realized Happy was done talking , Peter made his way into the tower. He was greeted by Cap who looked way too excited to see him. “Hey kiddo, heard you're gonna join me and natasha for some training" Cap said. Peter just nodded and they headed upstairs to the training area. There peter saw Mr. Stark sitting in the corner playing with some new gadget he probably just made, and natasha doing her stretches before training begun. "Oh, hey underoos" Tony said looking up from his new toy. Peter was surprised no one had commented on his appearance yet. " h-hey Mr. Stark" peter replied to Tony. He felt a chill go down his spine. "You good kid" Tony asked. Peter nodded. Cap came in and started barking orders. "Kid youre with me, Tony you're with natasha. After a few minutes we'll switch up partners." Peter immediately starting regretting showing up. His stomach was bothering him more and more by the minute, and everything seemed louder than usual. Sparring begun and peter heard a loud thud. " you really don't put up a fight anymore, do ya old man" natasha said making fun of tony who was currently laying on the floor. Cap started laughing, "don't make it that easy for me okay kid" he said referring to what just happened. Peter just nodded. Sparring begun again and peter was doing okay, he was dodging Cap's punches and kicks, but soon he started to become more and more aware of his surrounds. It was becoming too much for him. Without saying anything peter rushed out the door to find the nearest bathroom. "What did you do Steve" natasha asked. "Nothing, he just ran off" he replied. " I'll go find him" Tony said, making his way to the door. He walked down the hallway until he heard sobs coming from the bathroom. He didn't even bother knocking, he just barged in, and there sitting on the floor was Peter. He was shaking uncontrollably and looked as if he was about to pass out. "Kid, what going on" Tony asked. Peter finally broke. " I-I haven't been feeling well all day, and I tried to make it but i couldn't take it anymore. Everything was just becoming too much for me" he cried. Peter's stomach started to chime in with some uncomfortable sounding groans. "I CAN'T DO THIS! PLEASE MAKE IT STOP! MAKE THE NOISES STOP! MAKE MY STOMACH STOP HURTING! MAKE EVERYTHING STOP!" Peter yelled. Tony's heart broke. " I think you're having a sensory overload Peter." Tony said calmly. Peter just started sobbing again. He wanted it all to be over. His stomach began protesting which made him gag. "Hey bud, let's get you over the toilet " Tony said. When he got peter situated, peter immediately started throwing up. " you've got it pretty bad don't you" Tony said. "Friday, scan Peter" he added. "Peter's temperature is 103 and he seems to show signs of the stomach flu, sir" Friday said. "Thank you, oh and Friday, could you tell Cap i need him to bring me the fever reducers Bruce made him" Tony added. "Already done, sir" Friday replied. "Thank you" Tony said. Peter finished throwing up and sunk into the wall behind him. " well at least i know why you're having a sensory overload but what i don't know is why you felt the need to hide the fact that you're sick" Tony said. " I didn't want to let you down" peter said weakly. "Kid, you're sick. I would've let you take a few days off, I'm not a monster.'' Tony said with a smirk. Just then Cap came in with the medicine. "What's going on" he asked. "The kid has the stomach flu and hid it all day ,which made things worse ,and caused a sensory overload" tony replied. "Oh, well i hope you get better soon, because natasha was really hoping to kick your ass" Cap said before heading back to the training area. " let's get you to your room and in bed and ill give you the meds." Tony said helping the exhausted teen up. When they made it to the room peter was already half asleep. "I'm gonna need you to stay awake to take your meds" tony told him. He laid peter on the bed and quickly gave him the meds so he could go to sleep. As soon as he heard soft snoring, Tony rushed around the house to get things for the sick teen. When he gathered all the supplies he took it up to the kids room and put everything in its place. He wrote a note and put it on the nightstand that said, 'water is next to this note, bucket is next to the bed and if you need me tell Friday to alert me.' He was about to walk out of the room but he turned to see peter. Tony knew he was a good kid and he was kinda glad his stubbornness was rubbing off on him.

[bbparker]

Echo Pt. 2 (Peter Parker)

Summary: (Y/N) is a mutant with the ability to create sounds to manipulate the matter around her as well as use it to create echoes for locating people and learning her surroundings without even having to open her eyes. She has no friends as she wanted to keep her distance due to her vigilante lifestyle but also to keep herself safe. That is until she continuously had run ins with the Spider’s real life self- Peter. 

A/N: Sorry this took so long! BTW There’s a clue in here about a future fanfiction which might interact with Echo, I wonder who can spot it?

 Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Uhhh hypnosis? like idk aha

I highly recommend you read Part 1 of this.

// Masterlist //

“Bye!” (Y/n) waves to Peter and Ned as they walk down the hall towards the elevator. Closing the door, she comes face to face with her father. “They seemed nice…”

(Y/n)’s relationship with her father wasn’t strained, Bruce is just a bit of an awkward being. “Yeah… Uhm I’m just going to go to bed now.” Bruce twiddled with his thumbs, “yeah…yeah of course. Goodnight.” 

“Goodnight dad. Love you.” Walking down the hall, Bruce smiled softly after his daughter.

———

The next day Peter stood by his locker with Ned, both waiting for the bell to ring. What they weren’t expecting was certain Flash Thomson to approach them. “Alright there, Penis Parker?” Peter blushed and managed out a light “s-shut up!”

“I’m sorry, Parker, I couldn’t hear it over you being a loser.” Peter looked down. Pushing down the urge to take physical action. “N-nothing…”

“That’s right.” Getting closer to Peter’s face with a sneer, Flash raised a hand as if to hit Peter and of course he naturally flinched. Flash burst into laughter, right in Peters' face, along with the surrounding people at his flinch.  People seemed to start chanting for a fight, something Peter, although he could win, wanted to avoid at all costs.

“Flash!”

The voice seemed to halt Flash in his laughter, face paling. It seemed a lot of people had stopped to clear the way for the normally friendly girl. “What do you think you’re doing?” Flash’s flirty smirk made an appearance as he slightly stepped closer to (y/n), “Just messing around with the dork, you know the deal (y/n).” Standing to her full height, (y/n)’s face seemed to take on a glare that caused Flash’s face to pale more than it had originally.

Trying to seem brave in front of all his classmates, Flash attempted to widen his smirk but with (y/n) standing in a defensive way and her frightful glare looking down upon him, it was almost impossible not to recoil. Turning to the crowd that had gathered, “Leave! Off to class now, nothing to see!” Peter had never seen people move so fast to get to class. He stood shell shocked with Ned, still against the lockers where Flash had backed him into it. Flash felt like he was frozen, her tone taking a venomous one as she turned to him. (Y/n) knew what she was doing, using her mutation to her advantage. The weakened teenage minds couldn’t possibly deny her request. 

 Leaning into the frozen Flash, adjusting her voice to cause slight hallucinations within his head. Peter and Ned watched as she leaned in closer to his face, him suddenly cowering in fear.

 Leaning in (y/n) began, “Listen to my voice and understand me clearly. Talk, touch or even come within the vicinity of Peter again without a good intention, I’ll make sure you live out your worst nightmares.” Flash went to almost mocking her until little beasts popped within his vision, the room darkening and wind whipping around him as if there was a storm inside the school. (Y/n)’s eyes seemed to turn wholly black, her devilish smile turned to fangs and her voice turned demonic. “…And believe me, Flash Thompson… I know… all of your worst fears.”

Letting out a little cry, he covered his face in fright. The noises of the monsters and painful whipping of wind disappeared and Flash uncovered his eyes to find (y/n) staring at him curiously. “Flash, what happened? Whatever, just don’t go picking on Parker again, okay?”

Confused, he glanced around noticing that anyone around was looking at him weirdly. He instantly bolted, leaving behind two confused and a smug teen. Smiling at Flash’ retreating back before switching to a confused one before facing Peter and Ned. To the outside world, (y/n) had just asked him what he thought he was doing to Peter before he let out a sob and ran off.

“Wonder what’s up with him?” She let out a short laugh approaching the boys. The boys shook their head, dumbfounded. “Dude, if I knew Flash Thomason was afraid of you, I would have sat with you a long time ago. “ Ned laughed, (Y/n) joining in shortly. “Are you guys up for studying today? After school?” Peter seemed to snap out of whatever haze he was in, “Uh no sorry (y/n) I got… uh, the Stark Internship! Yeah hats it.” “I have to babysit tonight, sorry (y/n).”

Raising an eyebrow, she mumbled, “okay, that fine. Maybe another time?” She smiled before leaving for class. “Stop staring, you dork.” Ned laughed. Peter blushed and scratched the back of his neck, walking away to his next class. “I wasn’t staring!” “Okay, how about, admiring?” “Ned!”

———

When the day finally ended, (y/n) practically ran home, completely ignoring the choice to take the train. Arriving home and realising nobody was around, she ran to her room and instantly pulled out her suit.  The suit she had was rough and not as advanced as most vigilantes.  It consisted of a navy blue tight short sleeved shirt with silver highlights and navy tracksuit pants. Naturally, none of her super family had any idea of her powers nor her night activities. Even Bruce had no clue of his daughter’s mutations; knowing meant she couldn't do this job anymore and he would probably pull her out of school. Saying it’s ‘safety’, Tony Stark had done the same with his daughter, after finding out about her metal manipulation ability, when she was (y/n)’s age.

Pulling the shifty suit as well as the zip up the back, she climbs out the window. Putting on her mask, that covered her forehead to her cheekbones, she shut the window behind her. (Y/n) begins to scale the ladder to her roof top. Looking down at the 14-story drop, she takes a breath in before...she leaps.

The wind in her hair and the drop in her stomach only raised her heartbeat. A shrill laugh leaving her lips as she opens her arms at the last second and she glides upwards to a building top down the street. It had definitely been a good idea to add the gliders on her 'suit'- Tony would have been proud, as well as Sam seeing as (y/n) took the material idea from his wings.

Hands on hips, (y/n) looks over her district.

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All night (y/n) had been around stopping petty crimes but nothing major (much to her disappoint). Gliding down to what she would believe her last crime, before she called it a night, (y/n) ran straight into something hard in mid air. An audible 'oof' was let out of two parties.

Hitting the ground with a groan, (y/n) looks up to find something red and blue dangling above her on what seemed to be a... web? The thing looked down at her, eyeglasses opened wide.

"I'm gliding here man, what the hell?" (Y/n) holds her head. The assailant behind the two supers hears them and begins to run away. "Give me a second spunky." The thing swings after the criminal and not two minutes later, he was hanging on the building; a note taped to his chest, knocked out cold.

The red and blue man swung and landed, once again, in front of (y/n). "Now, who're you?" Offering a gloved hand out toward her, (y/n) taking it up. "Don't you think I should ask you that?"

"Well, I'm- I’m Spider-man." The voice was not that of a man, (y/n) realised. "Oh, you're that guy. Name's Echo." She said plainly, dusting herself off.

"What?"

"That’s my name... Echo." Rubbing the back of his neck, head down he notices a stretchy, carbon fiber-like material under your arms. Reaching out he lifted your arm and grabbed the material.

"Is this carbon fiber? Wow! Can you fly?!" Snatching her arm out of Spider-man's hand, (y/n) huffed out a laugh. "Yes, it is and no I can't. I can glide through."

"That's awesome dude!" She laughed lightly. "I... uh like your suit, spider logo and all..." Echo attempts at a compliment.

"Thanks!"

"Hmm. Well, I'm going that way, so please don't let me run into you again, Spider-baby." "We're, like, the same age!"

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When (y/n) arrived home, the house was silent. Stripping herself of her home-made costume, (y/n) settles for a shower to wash any remaining dirt/blood/grime. Thinking about the guy in red and blue. She thought she’d heard Tony saying something about spiders. She’d have to ask next time she saw him. She’d been Echo for about six months and has never run into this Spider-dude, why now?

Dismissing her thoughts, she exits the shower and manages to settle down into bed, falling asleep quickly from exhaustion. (Y/n) was not ready for what was to come in the future, but who really ever is?

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[m4r-s]

DIXIE: CHAPTER TWO

AT THE PARTY, ISADORA STOOD QUIETLY WITH NATASHA, every once in a while taking sips from her glass. Obviously she wasn't allowed any alcohol, as she was only 16, so instead, she simply drank from a glass of Sprite.

Isadora never quite enjoyed the parties that Tony would throw. She didn't exactly like being surrounded by such large crowds, especially those full of people she doesn't know. Not to mention the fact that half of them are drunk.

So instead she just took turns hanging out with all the Avengers, staying quiet unless anybody spoke to her.

At the moment she was sitting on one of the barstools as Natasha stood behind the bar.

"So, I know these parties aren't exactly your scene but are you at least having a little fun?" Natasha asked the younger girl.

"Eh. It's better than some of the parties he's thrown. Not gonna lie, I have seen a few old men stare at me, but I know that I could handle them if need be," Isadora explained, smiling while messing with her glass.

"Atta girl," Natasha smirked, pouring a drink as Bruce walked up to the bar.

Bruce nodded at Isadora, taking off his glasses before speaking to Natasha, "How'd a nice girl like you wind up working in a dump like this?"

Natasha sighed, "Fella done me wrong."

"You got lousy taste in men, kid."

Isadora stifled a laugh as she watched the two joke back and forth. It was nice to see them joking around, especially after such a stressful mission earlier the same week.

"He's not so bad. Well, he has a temper. Deep down, he's all fluff. Fact is, he's not like anyone I've ever known."

Bruce glanced at Natasha, a slight look of confusion on his face. Isadora giggled, causing Natasha to send her a fake glare before continuing to speak.

"All my friends are fighters. And here comes this guy, spends his life avoiding the fight because he knows he'll win."

Bruce shook his head, a small smile on his lips, "Sounds amazing."

"He's also a huge dork," Natasha continued, taking a sip of her drink, "Chicks dig that."

She put her drink down, making eye contact with Bruce once more, "So what do you think? Should I fight this, or run with it?"

"Run with it, right? Or did he... Was he... What did he do that was so wrong to you?"

"Not a damn thing," Natasha whispered, "But never say never."

Steve walked over and sat next to Isadora as Natasha left the bar, "It's nice."

"What is?" Bruce stammered.

"You and Nat, you big green dummy," Isadora smirked.

"No, we haven't... That wasn't..."

"It's okay," Steve chuckled, "Nobody's breaking any bylaws. It's just she's not the most open person in the world."

"Saying that is a bit of an understatement, Steve," Isadora mumbled.

"Yeah. But with you, she seems very relaxed."

"No. Natasha, she's just... She likes to flirt," Bruce laughed.

"I've seen her flirt, up close," Steve grabbed the beer Isadora handed to him, "This ain't that."

Bruce scoffed.

"Look," Steve continued, "as maybe the world's leading authority on waiting too long, don't."

"Never thought I'd say this, but the antique's right, Bruce. You don't wanna miss out on her. She's great, in general, and for you. I promise," Isadora said, wrapping an arm around Steve's shoulders, having to stand on her tip-toes to do so.

"Shut up. The little brat's right though, you both deserve a win," Steve smiled. The two walked off, leaving Bruce alone to think about what they said.

"What do you mean up close?" Bruce called out after the pair.

Isadora laughed, before realizing what Steve said, "Hey, I'm not a brat!" She slapped him on the chest, Steve chuckling as he ruffled her hair.

"Leave my hair alone! It took hours to get it to look this good!"

"It didn't look good in the first place, it's fine."

Isadora slapped him again.

••

Not long after, Isadora and the rest of the Avengers were sitting around on the couches. The young girl laughed as she listened to their conversations, as some of them had clearly had more to drink then they needed to.

Currently, they were talking about Thor's hammer, Mjölnir, and how it works.

"But it's a trick," Clint announced, fiddling with a pair of drumsticks. Where he got those, Isadora had no clue.

"No, no, it's much more than that," Thor smirked, handing his flask to Steve.

"'Ah, whosoever be he worthy shall haveth the power,'" Clint mocked, "Whatever man, it's a trick!"

Isadora laughed from her spot beside Steve, leaning forward slightly on the couch.

Thor laughed loudly, gesturing to the hammer that rested on the coffee table, "Please, be my guest."

Everybody went silent as they looked at Clint, who looked surprised, "Really?"

"Come on."

"Yeah!" Tony encouraged.

"Yeah Clint, try it, don't be a loser!"

"Oh, this is gonna be bad," Rhodes sighed.

"Clint, you've had a tough week. We won't hold it against you if you can't get it up," Tony joked.

"Oh, no, I most definitely will be holding it against him, don't worry," Isadora assured, a playful smile on her red-painted lips.

"You know I've seen this before, right?" Clint condescendingly said to Thor.

Thor nodded with a small smile on his face as Clint reached for the hammer. He grunted, pulling on the weapon with all his strength. He laughed, "I still don't know how you do it!"

"Smell the silent judgment?" Tony smirked.

"What do you mean silent? You can do better than this, Clint!" Isadora shouted.

"Oh, can it, Isadora. Please, Stark, by all means," Clint gestured to Tony, then to Mjölnir.

Tony cleared his throat, standing up and walking over to the hammer.

"Okay," Hill smirked.

"Uh-oh."

"Never one to shrink from an honest challenge," Tony spoke.

"Get after it."

"It's physics," Tony continued, "Right, so if I lift it, I then rule Asgard?"

"Yes, of course," Thor confirmed.

"I will be reinstituting prima nocta," Tony smirked.

"Oh, gross, Tony, shut up!" Isadora scoffed, throwing a wadded up napkin at the man.

He put a foot upon the table, grabbing the hammer with both hands, pulling on it as hard as he could, "I'll be right back."

He returned with the hand to his Iron Man suit, attempting to grab the hammer with that instead. When that didn't work, he called Rhodes up to help him, the latter man with the hand to his War Machine suit on. The two pulled on the hammer with all their might, but it still didn't budge. Isadora and the others watched on in amusement.

"Are you even pulling?" Rhodes asked Tony.

"Are you on my team?"

"Just represent. Pull."

"All right, let's go."

The two soon gave up, and Bruce took his turn next. Isadora laughed as he yelled, using his full strength, without turning into the Hulk, to try and pick up the hammer, but to no avail.

"C'mon, old man, you got this!" Isadora encouraged as Steve went to take his turn, a large smile on her face.

"Go ahead, Steve. No pressure," Tony shouted.

"Come on, Cap."

Steve rolled his sleeves up, grabbing the hammer and planting his feet into the ground as sturdy as possible.

As he pulled, the hammer budged the slightest bit. Thor's face fell, and Isadora let out a small gasp. The two made eye contact, them seemingly being the only ones to notice. Not even Steve saw the movement.

As Steve let go, Thor quickly laughed, disguising the surprise on his face, "Nothing."

"And, Widow?" Bruce gestured to Natasha.

"Oh, no, no. That's not a question I need answered," Natasha shook her head, leaning back.

"Isadora, how 'bout you? You wanna try?"

Isadora sat back, thinking for a moment, before standing up and rubbing her hands together, "You know what, why not."

The others cheered the young girl on as she walked up to the hammer, wiping her hands on her dress as she repositioned herself.

She pulled as hard as she could, but the hammer didn't budge. She contemplated using her powers to make it appear to everyone else that she lifted the hammer, but she ultimately decided against it.

"This is bullshit. I'm definitely worthy! Thor, I think there's something wrong with your hammer," Isadora complained, going to sit back down.

"The hammer does not lie, Lady Isadora."

"All deference to the Man Who Wouldn't Be King, but it's rigged," Tony said matter-of-factly.

"You bet your ass," Clint called out.

"Steve, he said a bad language word," Hill joked.

Steve sighed, looking to Tony, "Did you tell everyone about that?"

Tony raised his hands in mock surrender, "It wasn't me! It was Isadora's fault!"

The redhead stifled a laugh, shrugging, "Hey, in my defense, even if I hadn't said anything, Tony definitely would've."

"The handle's imprinted, right? Like a security code," Tony ignored her, going back to the discussion about the hammer, "'Whosoever is carrying Thor's fingerprints' is, I think, the literal translation."

Thor nodded, standing up, "Yes. It's a very, very interesting theory. I have a simpler one," he easily picked up the hammer like it weighed nothing, tossing it in the air and catching it, "you're all not worthy."

The group let out a collective groan, annoyed at Thor's words.

"Oh, come on."

Their banter was quickly interrupted by a high-pitched squealing, causing Isadora to drop her glass and bring her hands to her ears, "Quel est ce son? Éteignez-le, s'il vous plait!"

The noise stopped not much longer, much to Isadora's relief.

"Worthy," a deep voice spoke.

Isadora and the rest of the group turned to the hall to see a dismantled legionnaire. Her breathing picked up as it turned to face them, Steve resting a hand on her shoulder.

"No. How could you be worthy? You're all killers," the legionnaire spoke again.

"Stark," Steve said, wrapping an arm around Isadora's shoulders.

"J.A.R.V.I.S," Tony called out for the A.I, only to receive no response.

"I'm sorry, I was asleep. Or I was a-dream."

"Reboot Legionnaire OS. We got a buggy suit," Tony ordered the unresponsive A.I.

"There was this terrible noise. And I was tangled in... in... strings. I had to kill the other guy," the legionnaire gestured down the hall, "He was a good guy."

"You killed someone?" Steve repeated.

"Wouldn't have been my first call. But, down in the real world, we're faced with ugly choices."

Isadora shook her head, "Je ne sais pas ce qui se passe mais ça ne me semble vraiment pas juste," she whispered to herself.

"Who sent you?" Thor called out.

The legionnaire played a recording of Tony's voice, "'I see a suit of armor around the world.'"

"Ultron," Bruce realized, turning to look at Tony.

"In the flesh. Or, no, not yet. Not this chrysalis. But I'm ready."

Isadora glanced to the side, seeing Thor grip his hammer tightly, and Hill ready her gun. Isadora prepared herself as well, focusing her mind on her powers just in case.

"I'm on a mission."

"What mission?" Natasha questioned.

"Peace in our time."

Right after the legionnaire's words, more of the suits burst through the wall, causing everyone to go into full mission mode.

Isadora quickly created a shield, similar to Steve's, to protect herself as a suit flew at her. Grabbing the shield, she threw it as hard as she could at the suit, knocking it out of the air and onto the floor.

Shouts from her teammates, glass breaking, gunshots and more sounded all around her. She focused once more and created a second shield, throwing it at a second suit.

Isadora quickly ran to assist Tony as he struggled with holding a suit down.

"One sec. One sec, I got this," Tony rushed out, "Isadora, go help Helen. Go!"

Isadora nodded, quickly running over to see the upper half of a suit preparing to attack Dr. Cho.

She threw yet another shield at the suit, Steve grabbing it afterward and throwing it to Thor, who quickly smashed it with Mjölnir.

"Steve, over here!" Isadora shouted, picking up his shield. She tossed it to him, Steve nodding as a thanks before running off again.

They finally took out the last of the bots, Isadora letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding before sliding down against the wall.

"That was dramatic," Ultron commented, "I'm sorry, I know you mean well. You just didn't think it through. You want to protect the world but you don't want it to change. How is humanity saved if it's not allowed to evolve? With these? These puppets," he picked up one of the destroyed suits, "There's only one path to peace. The Avengers' extinction."

Thor, clearly having enough of Ultron's words, threw his hammer at the bot, destroying it.

"I had strings, but now I'm free," Ultron quietly sang to himself.

"Uh, no offense, Tony, Bruce, but what the actual fuck did you two create?"

wc: 2,182 (w/o author's note)

a/n: chapter two!! i luv isadora sm omg omg

[smiley-stark]

1st Place!

Bucky Barnes One Shot

a/n: this was meant to be up yesterday, but of course the weather disagreed. My WiFi was out and my dumb laptop wouldn’t cooperate! I refuse to post long imagines from mobile, anyways! I have something pretty great coming up sometime tomorrow, so be ready for that! xx

prompt: A day off for the Avengers can be extremely exciting... or very, very lazy... or both.

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

warnings: language (?), a very grumpy Bucky, fluff, and awful puns. I swear, I shouldn’t be allowed to write. *not my gif*

“Fuck!” You squeaked when the cup of flower slipped out of your buttery fingers, landing with a poof on the tile.

“Nice one, (Y/n)” You heard Natasha joke from the doorway. “A few of us are gonna have a little getaway for the day, wanna come?” She asked, raising an eyebrow and crossing her arms. Wanda walked to her side before adding an excited “We’re gonna go to some big malls!”

You laughed and faced them. 

“Depends, who is ‘a few of us’?” You asked, copying Nat’s stance and relaxing against the messy counter top.

“As of right now everyone’s coming. Besides Banner and Barnes, of course. They’re such hermits.” Wanda chuckled and shook her head at the thought of them.

You hated to admit it but your heartbeat quickened at the mention of Bucky. You had known him since the day he arrived at the tower. Being close with Steve, he trusted you with Bucky. Of course he was hard to break, but you had finally gotten to him. The two of you were close friends and you couldn’t deny the chemistry. Of course, you didn’t want to force anything on him, so you respected his boundaries.

“(Y/n)? Stop daydreaming! Coming or not? We’re about to head out.” Natasha asked, snapping her fingers in front of your face to bring you back to reality.

You looked down at your outfit and released a heavy sigh. Your lounge clothes were coated in a thin powder cast. Hair tossed back messily, bare face, and a muscle tee on. “I’d love to, but I don’t think I’d be ready in time. I’m sorry. Bring me a cupcake from that one shop!!” You smiled to the girls and Wanda nodded in response.

You turned back to your (currently failing) attempt at making pancakes from scratch. A loud ruckus came from the media room as everyone filed out to Tony’s cars. You laughed at how dysfunctional the entire situation was. The best part was how Steve called everyone his ‘gang’, making Sam and Natasha cringe visibly.

Slapping your hands together, you got to work on the pancake batter, giving in and using some box mix. You tossed in some blueberries and threw it all in a skillet, wanting to hurry and bring breakfast to two of your closest friends.

You set the final golden cake on its dish and doused it in syrup and butter before carrying it off to Dr. Banner’s lab. You knocked on the door before letting yourself in. You had practically memorized the scene that was before you. Bruce sat facing the window with multiple manila folders and papers sat around him and each time you entered the room he would turn with a smile.

“Hey Bruce!” You greeted and walked over to his seat.

“Good morning, what’s that?” He smiled again, gesturing to the plate you held.

“It’s your breakfast, smart one! I hope its good. I had to give in and use box mix.” You shrugged, forcing a fork in his hand.

“oh, Thank you so much! It smells delicious.” He was really excited about your kind act and let out a giggle from happiness.

“I have another plate to deliver, catch ya later Doc!” You smiled and ruffled his hair before leaving his favorite room.

You made your way back to the kitchen and grabbed the plate with the most pancakes, adding syrup and butter again. 

“FRIDAY can you tell me where Bucky is?” You asked, staring up to the ceiling.

“Yes, Miss. Sergeant Barnes is in his room.” The AI replied.

“Thank you! You’re a blessing, really.”

“You’re too kind.” 

The elevator came to a sudden stop and let you off on Bucky’s floor. You headed towards his door, reaching out to knock right as the knob jiggled. Startled, you stepped back and held a fork up for protection.

“What’re you doing?” He asked, gaze hardly meeting you as he started to walk past you. Great. One of those days.

“Where do you think you’re going?” You quizzed from behind him but he just continued to strut away.

“Kitchen” He grunted.

“No need, you dummy!” You giggled from behind him.

God how he loved that giggle.

He turned on his heel and his eyes finally took you in.

“Wait, what?” He was clearly confused. You followed his line of sight and confirmed that he was staring at the stack of pancakes you were holding.

“For you!” You exclaimed and pushed the plate out towards him. His mouth fell open slightly only to shut again abruptly. He scratched the back of his neck.

“For... me?” He repeated, completely blown away.

“Yeah! Blueberry pancakes! I wish I could say that they’re from scratch but I goofed that up pretty bad. Anyway, I made enough for both of us, but I figure you would rather eat alone. That’s why I brought it to your room!” you explained, holding the plate out even further, standing on the tips of your toes for balance.

And God you were so cute.

“No, I’ll eat with you, I mean, if you don’t mind.” He took the plate from your hands and stared down at the food, holding back from devouring it.

“I’d love that!” You urged and pushed him towards the elevator. By the time you had reached the kitchen he had finished half of the stack.

You sat at the bar across from each other, laughing at the sight of him stuffing his face, syrup sticking to his scruff and getting caught in a strand of hair that framed his face. You pulled a hair tie from your wrist and walked around behind him, pulling his hair into a loose ponytail.

“Any good?” You asked, breaking the silence.

“Yuhp.” He responded through a mouthful of food, making you shriek at the sight and throw a hand over his mouth.

“Were you raised in a barn?” You joked, hand still covering his mouth as he continued to chew.

“Maybe! There’s a lot you don’t know about me, doll.” He smiled back, shoveling in another giant bite.

You finished your plate and rinsed both of the dishes in the sink. You hummed and swayed lightly as you set the plates in the washer, expecting Bucky to have returned to his room.

“That’s cute.” He chuckled from the other side of the bar, making you freeze in your tracks.

“Gee thanks.”

“So what’re you about to do?” He inquired and titled his head to the side.

“Probably play something in the media room. Wanna get your ass beat?” You teased.

“I’ll take you up on that, ass beating or not.” He laughed and headed towards the door.

You sat backwards on the sofa, watching Bucky shuffle through Tony’s large assortment of video games. He stopped on one and turned to meet you.

“This okay?” He muttered, holding up a MarioKart game.

“Of course! If you put it in, I’ll get the controllers.” He agreed and you turned to find the equipment.

“Here ya go, you can be player one.” You smiled, holding the controller out to him.

“Which race thingy should we do first?” He asked, flipping across each option.

“Whichever has MooMoo Meadows!” You practically sang out, scooting closer to him.

“Alright, if you say so.” He shrugged and the race began.

“WAIT.” He exclaimed at the timer counted down.

“What?”

“WHAT ARE THE CONTROLS?” He asked, urgency obvious in his voice. You threw your head back in laughter at his worried tone and paused the race.

“Like this.” You leaned over and placed your fingers over his, showing him which buttons did what. You felt your pulse quicken when your finger tips brushed his. How could something so basic and ordinary make you feel like a 16 year old again? “Simple, right?”

“Yeah, sure.” he sighed and you resumed the game. 

“YOU TOTALLY CHEATED!” He bellowed. You won by a landslide, he finished in 8th place. It was becoming apparent that he was a sore loser.

“I totally did not! I would never! It’s not like I would need to cheat to win against you, gramps.” You joked.

“Fine. Let’s make a little bet, then!” He snapped back, causing another laugh to escape your mouth.

“Sounds good to me!” You argued, narrowing your eyes at him in mock anger.

“Whoever wins the next one gets to make the other do whatever they want. But only once.” A smirk draped over his lips as he let out the words, but you remained unbothered.

“Fine with me. I’ll even let you pick the map.” You leaned back into the sofa, trying to act as cool as possible in this situation. A devilish laugh came from the dork next to you as he chose the set of races that included Rainbow Road.

“Really Bucaroo?” (he secretly smiled at your nickname for him) “Rainbow Road is like suicide for a beginner!” You laughed at his seemingly foolish mistake.

“Whatever you say, princess.” He chuckled and shook his head, sitting back to match your body language as the race began.

You had come in second place on the first race and he came in fifth, making you laugh and do a small victory dance.

“If you want, you can back out now!” You boasted, enjoying the confidence boost.

“I’m good, thanks though.” He winked your way as the second race began. You were ahead of him until the final seconds of the third lap when you were hit unexpectedly by a shell.

“Fuck!” You squeaked out for the second time today when his cart raced in and claimed second place before you had even recovered. Thanks to other drivers racing in first, you finished in sixth place.

“I wonder what you’ll have to do for me...” He wondered out loud and tapped his chin, causing you to smack his shoulder lightly.

Rainbow Road began and you sighed in disbelief at how awful it was going. Glancing across the screen you saw Bucky was holding second place.

“No way! This is a KARTastrope!” You whined, proud of your absolutely atrocious pun. Bucky stifled a laugh and remained focused on the race, unlike you who had somehow managed to run off the track three times in about ten seconds.

The race ended and Bucky had somehow managed to finish in first place. He was already up dancing around in victory before you had even crossed the finish line.

“First place! First place! ‘Gramps’ got first place!” He chanted, shaking his butt in your face for a second before turning to face you. He was also obviously a sore winner.

Sighing, you turned to him.

“What do I have to do, Barnes?” You looked up to his standing figure and he smiled down at you with a glimmer in his eyes you hadn’t seen before. He leaned down slowly, giving you the chance to move away. When he saw that you weren’t uncomfortable, he placed his lips on yours. It was like a whisper at first, so soft and undetectable, but after a moment he pressed fully to you. Bucky placed a hand on the back of your neck, metal fingers caressing your cheek lovingly. You wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled into the kiss. He pulled away after another moment, eyes shining down to you.

“I say you have to go on a date with me.” When you nodded in agreement he smiled so wide that his nose crinkled and his eyes shut. How was it possible that this man could make you feel this way?!

“Under one condition.” You laughed, pulling him down to face you again.

“What’s that?”

“You promise to kiss me like that again.”

And he did.

[sprinkleofdiaz]

Freckles And Feelings - (Dean x Castiel)

Synopsis: Cas has developed a crush on Dean but the only problem is they’ve never spoken and he can’t seem to work up the courage to go up and speak to him. A.k.a. The three times Cas embarrassed himself in front of Dean and the one time he didn’t. 

Pairing: Dean x Castiel)

Word Count: 2,576

Warnings: Light swearing, second hand embarrassment and fluff. 

A/N: thank you @illbeyourgentlemanstory for reading over this for me and for your encouragement💙 I haven’t written these dorks in a long while and I wanted to write something fluffy after the season finale fiasco (which I’m still in denial about).

Cas looked onwards in the queue in the café and spotted Dean, not too far in front of him talking animatedly to Benny and Victor. They seemed to be in their own happy bubble, laughing and joking loudly as Victor pushes Dean. Dean shuffled backwards awkwardly until he was standing directly in the haze the sun cast through the café’s window.

Cas watched as Dean’s green eyes twinkled in the sunlight which also highlighted the light array of freckles that danced across his face. Benny said something - Cas couldn’t hear over the din of patrons and radio music - and Dean’s eyes crinkled at the corners as he broke into wholehearted laugh that gained him a few looks.

Dean was unfairly pretty. It was the conclusion Cas came to every time he saw Dean. He had never actually spoken to Dean, only seeing him around campus, or sitting around in cafés or the library. Cas had no confidence whatsoever to strike up a conversation which led him quietly observing the handsome stranger from afar.

“Yeesh, you’re like a drooling dog.” Cas’ startled out of his thoughts at the sound of Gabriel’s voice and scowled at him. Gabriel gave Cas a knowing smirk before casting a quick look to Dean. Meg looked up from her phone and followed Gabriel’s gaze before turning back to Cas with the same knowing smirk.

“What? See something you like, Clarence.” She said. Cas’s scowl deepened and he sighed.

“Y’know, it’d be a whole lot easier to admit your crush and talk to him than blushing like a twelve year old girl.” Gabriel said, not-so-quietly. Cas rolled his eyes.

“I do not have a crush. Besides the opportunity to speak hasn’t arisen nor do I think it will.” Cas deadpanned. Gabriel smirked again and Cas could tell by the arch of his eyebrows that whatever he was thinking, wouldn’t be good.

Then, Quicker than he could blink, Gabriel slapped the history textbook out of his hands and kicked it along the floor. Cas gasped,  and watched as it slid across the floor and hit Dean’s foot. Dean stopped talking and looked down at the book before looking up at Cas.

Cas, too embarrassed to say anything, blinked back.

“Sorry about my baby bro over here! He can be real clumsy when in the presence of hot gu– Ow!” Gabriel exclaimed once Cas elbowed him in the ribs.

“Why don’t you go over and get your book.” Meg teased. She turned to Dean.  “You don’t don’t bite do you, freckles?”

Dean awkwardly shook his head. Already feeling his face flush Cas walked over to where the book was.

“Uh, here man.” Dean said picking up the book and handing it to Cas.

“I am very sorry about this.” Cas muttered. Dean shrugged and smiled. They locked eyes for a moment before Cas turned his focus to the floor. “Uh, I should…go back to where I was standing in line, because that’s where I was.” He stumbled awkwardly quickly turning away. He had no idea what he was saying and could feel his face flush with embarrassment.

“What the hell was that?” Gabriel said. Cas glared at him and Gabriel pursed his lips knowing better than to tease his brother.

It took everything in Cas’ willpower not to roll his eyes at the haggle of students who had cornered him and were shouting about something or the other. The Theatre society were performing what they called documentary theatre and were set up around campus showing the rest of the university current affairs through the power of theatre. Cas didn’t understand it and wished it didn’t interfere with his simple walk to the library.

Carefully, he maneuvered out of the small crowd and breathed a sigh of relief. His relief was short lived when someone bumped into him causing him to stumble backwards, trip over something lying on the ground and falling, hard. 

“Sorry about that brother.” he heard Benny’s voice say. Benny soon came to view as he felt someone place a hand in his shoulder.

“Woah, you alright, man?” Cas turned his head to the side ready to grumble a response but found his voice hitch a little when he saw who was crouching beside him. Dean. Somehow, he was even prettier up close despite Cas noticing the small imperfections detailing his face. Concern was etched across his face and Cas felt a small tug in his stomach.

“I’m fine.” Cas muttered. Dean nodded and stood up, holding out his hand. Cas took it and heaved himself up. Even Dean’s hand felt nice, especially slotted with his.

A voice worked its way inside his head, chiding him for his thoughts. Dean doesn’t even know him. The sooner he gets over this crush the better.

“You’re the textbook guy!” Benny said breaking Cas away from his thoughts and he immediately felt the embarrassment of Gabriel’s previous interference. Dean now looked at him, with a look of recognition and lips pursed into a small smile. Shyly, Cas nodded.

“Unless your mom had bad naming choices, I’m guessing your name ain’t the textbook guy.” Dean said, still smiling.

“Uh, Castiel. My name is Castiel.” Cas replied quietly,  cringing at his sudden shyness. Dean had a look on his face as though he were considering Cas’ own name and then held out his hand.

“Cool. I’m Dean.” Cas shook his hand, deciding not to mention the fact that he already knew his name due to his countless hours of ‘observing’. Dean’s eyes flickered toward their clasped hands before furrowing his eyebrows. “Dude, I would have just settled for a hand slap or a hi five.”

“My apologies.” Cas said, looking down at his feet. Dean let out a laugh.

“No, It’s cool, man, I liked it.” Dean settled his hand on Cas’ shoulder and he couldn’t help but let out a small smile.

“C’mon Dean, Vic will kick our asses if we leave him waitin’ much longer.” Benny said, already walking away.

“See you later.” Dean said, clapping Cas’ shoulder. Cas stood still smiling. Although embarrassed about falling over and the awkward handshake, Cas decided that Dean’s laugh was one of his favourite sounds.

It had been a few days since Cas’ first encounter with Dean and it was all he could think about. He deliberately didn’t tell Meg and Gabriel knowing he would be subject to their endless teasing, as if he didn’t get teased enough by them.

He walked into the library which was dead quiet, seemingly devoid of students. Cas didn’t mind, he liked the peace. As he walked on further he noticed that he would not be alone after all as he spotted Charlie standing at one of the tables, humming the imperial march theme,  surrounded by large boxes of books.

“Hello Charlie.” Cas greeted, walking beside her. Charlie jumped and let out a little squeak.

“Sorry Cas, I didn’t expect to see you here. As you can see, It’s kinda a ghost town in here.” She said gesturing to the empty library.

“Do you need any help?”

“Yes please. I’ve never been around so many books in my life. I mean, I love books but being around boxes full of them for two hours straight? I’m kinda going crazy.” She huffed, eyes scanning the various boxes. “The boxes should be labelled, just put them in the right section. One of the other volunteers can shelve them.”

Charlie moved to the opposite of the table and started sorting through another pile of books, putting them in the right boxes. Cas picked up a box full of autobiographies and put them at the beginning of the  ‘Non-Fiction’ aisle. He made his way back and went to pick up another box. He was about to make conversation with Charlie when he saw her look up and smirk.

“Sup loser!” She said. Confused Cas furrowed his eyebrows until he heard the scuffle of footsteps behind him, letting him know that Charlie was in fact not calling him a loser. He turned around and of all the students in the university it was Dean that walked in. Backpack slung over one shoulder he smirked.

“Hey nerd.” He greeted back to Charlie before worming his way around the table to hug her. “Hey Castiel.”

“Hello Dean.” Cas replied, ignoring the fuzzy feeling in his stomach.  He picked up another box, this time containing books on animals and nature. As he walked over to the non-fiction aisle he was sure he heard Dean whisper ‘Don't’. Curiosity led him to pause for a few moments however whatever the subject was, was seemingly dropped.

“I got into another heated debate with Garth today.” Charlie said.

“Crap. Did you threaten stab him with your binder this time?” Dean said a hint of amusement in his voice. As Cas walked back over to the table he saw Charlie roll her eyes.

“He claimed that The Incredible Hulk was a better superhero than Batman! In what world does that make sense?”

“The wacky world of Garth. Why were you even arguing with him anyway? The dude pays two dollars for a newspaper, three times a week, just to read the Marmaduke and Garfield comic strips.”

“I know. But he insulted Batman. Dude Batman.”

“C’mere you big baby, it’s okay Bruce Wayne will always remain the superior hero.” Dean teased pulling her into a hug.

“But not as superior as Wonder Woman.” Charlie mumbled. Dean met Cas gaze and shook his head causing Cas to smile.

“Word of advice. Never argue about Superheroes with Charlie especially Wonder Woman.” Dean joked.

“We’re married in an alternate universe.” Charlie mumbled before pulling away, “but seriously Cas who do you think is the more superior hero, Batman or The Incredible Hulk?”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.”

“I am not familiar with either of those character. I haven’t seen the films or read the comics.” Cas murmured. Judging by the looks on Dean and Charlie’s faces this was not the answer they were expecting.

“Dude we need to educate you. You need to watch the Batman films, even Batman and Robin. “ Dean said, a little eagerly. Cas noticed Charlie glancing between the both of them and smirking.

Cas nodded quickly before returning his attention to one of the boxes. The closest one to him was a particularly large one and Cas wasn’t too sure how he was going to move this one. Too shy to ask for help he tried to lift it. He failed. He tried again. He managed to lift one side a little however he didn’t anticipate its weight and when he felt the heaviness in arms he dropped the side he managed to drop the side he was lifting. It fell with a bang causing both Dean and Charlie to jump.

“You need any help buddy?” Dean called out. Cas knew he couldn’t lift this up by himself however his stubbornness got the better of him (and besides he really didn’t want to look weak in front of Dean).

“Nope I’ve got it.’ He proceeded to try and lift again. When he thought he lifted it up successfully he went to move his hand to the other side however as luck would have it, it became really heavy. Cas yanked his hand back and stumbled backwards.

“Woah, lemme help you.” Dean said moving to the other side of the box. Cas felt his cheeks flush.

“I guess I don’t have it after all.” He murmured lifting the other side of the box up. Dean said nothing as the two of them moves the box to the correct section.

“And that’s how I discovered that a pickled chocolate milkshake is the best hangover cure.” Gabriel babbled, shoving a few fried into his mouth. Cas grimaced and was certain that a pickled chocolate milkshake would not cure a hangover.

“Fascinating. That explains where the little brain cells you did have went.” Meg said distastefully. “Have you finally spoken to Freckles yet, Clarence?”

Cas shook his head and avoided her gaze.

“I don’t understand why you have such a massive stick up your ass. Worried he’ll fall in love with this?” Gabriel said, finger circling his face. “I know Meg has.”

“In your dreams sweetheart.” Meg leant over and stole a couple of Gabriel’s fries.

“Here comes loverboy now!” Gabriel piped up nudging Cas. Cas looked up to see Dean walking over to his table smiling.

“Hey Cas.” Dean greeted.  Cas couldn’t help but smile back as Dean used his nickname.

“Hello Dean.” He noticed Gabriel and Meg staring at him. “Uh, would like to sit with us?”

Dean stared at the three of them, looking a little lost.

“Here have a seat. We don’t bite, freckles.” Meg said somewhat patronising, pulling out a chair. Dean frowned but obliged. 

“Uh, it’s Dean.”

“Cute. I didn’t ask.” Meg said bluntly. Cas glared at her.

“So what brings you to this side of the woods Dean-O?” Gabriel asked.

“Uh, I wanted to ask Cas something.”

“You do?” Cas replied, surprised. Dean nodded before awkwardly looking at Meg and Gabriel then back at Cas with a few moments of silence passing.

“Well this is sickening. I’m gonna leave you two lovesick puppies before you start playing kissy face with each other.” Meg said getting up and collecting her garbage. She hit Gabriel on the shoulder. “You too, Sandler.”

Gabriel rolled his eyes but stood up shoving his last few fries in his mouth before collecting his own garbage and throwing into the nearby bin.

“You’re no fun. Catch you later kiddos. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” He began to walk away before quickly running back and leaning down in between Dean and Cas and smirking. “Oh and use protection.”

“Bye Clarence. Bye, Dean.” she turned away with Gabriel following. Cas rolled his eyes.

“They seem-”

“Unpleasant. Ignore them .” Cas said picking up his burger. “Meg’s personality is an acquired taste and I’m stuck with Gabriel.”

“You two related or something?”

“He’s my twin brother.”

“And you’re both named after angels?”

“Our mother had an obsession with them. Unfortunately, I can’t get away from him. He’s extremely obnoxious as you saw, but I’ve learned to tolerate him.”

“Yeah, brothers will do that to you.” Dean chuckled.

“Do you have a brother, Dean?”

“Yeah, he’s younger than me. Wants to go to college too. He’s a real nerd. I saw your textbook the other day, you studying History?” Cas nodded.

“Cool. Mechanical engineering right here.” Dean said gesturing to himself. “I drive a Chevy Impala, best damn car you will ever see.” Cas nodded in approval.

“You wanted to ask me something?” Cas said breaking the silence that fell between them.

“Uh, yeah.” Dean fiddled with his hands awkwardly. “Um, I know we haven’t spoken but I like you Cas.”

“You like me?” Cas’ eyes widened.

“Yeah, you seem cool. And I was thinking about what you said how you’ve never seen Batman, which is crazy by the way, and well Charlie wants to hold a movie night, it’d be good if you came.”

“Really?” Cas wasn’t sure he was dreaming. Did Gabriel slip something in his drink?

“Yeah. I’m not really good with this stuff.” Dean said scratching at the table.

“It’s fine, Dean.” Cas said placing a hand on his arm. “I’d love to.”

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what are your top ten favourite fictional characters?

Oh, God. This could go on forever. Here’s my best attempt, in no particular order because I literally would not be able to do that.

1. Lizzie Bennet. Yes, it’s cliche and I don’t care. Feminism aside, I admire Lizzie so much for just not settling. She knew exactly what kind of life she was looking at if she didn’t get married and she still refused to bow to the pressure. She waited and waited and waited no matter what she was up against until she found the person she wanted, even if that made sense to no one else. 

2. Steve Rogers. Maybe I’m just cliche all over the place. Whatever. I love Steve for all the reasons anyone might expect; he’s brave and strong and he knows exactly what it’s like to be someone who’s written off at every turn. And then even though he’s this hero, he’s so flawed. But it’s the loyalty and devotion and snark that makes me love him so much, mostly. That and the fact that he’s from Brooklyn, and proud.

3. Peggy Carter. Peggy is such an important character. She kicks ass unapologetically and does it in red lipstick and heels. I think we should all take a note from Steve’s book and be totally head over heels in love with Peggy Carter and everything she brings to the table. Forever my number one example of what a real feminist icon looks like. 

4. Spock! Ah, I love Spock. I love that he’s literally got these two halves of his personality that are always at war with each other. God, he’s such an interesting character and the whole origin behind how he was developed and ahhh… I’m all over Spock, seriously. I could talk about him for ages. 

5. Loki (AKA the first Marvel character I fell in love with). So, Loki is fucked up. Like he’s fucked up to a ridiculous extent and I love him for it so much. I love the twisted relationship with Thor (movies and comics, thank you very much) and I love that he adores making mischief. He just has so much fun making trouble for everyone and then he has these heroic moments… It’s what Tom Hiddleston said once- the heroes are flawed and the villains are heroic. And if I’m not careful, I’m going to have Marvel characters for numbers 6-10 and I won’t even be sorry.  

6. Tiresias. Look, all I’ve gotta say about Tiresias is that he’s this awesome blind seer who turns up every once in a while to just fuck shit up in Greek myth. I love him because he’s always just turning up unexpectedly and dropping knowledge all over everyone and I love him. He even drops knowledge from beyond the grave. Also, fun fact: he lived life as a man, then a woman, then a man again. 

7. Belle. So, I used to watch Beauty and the Beast on repeat when I was a kid. I’ve always loved to read and I guess I identified with Belle because she was smart and a little more low key than the other Disney princesses, plus the books. But now that I’m practically an old lady, there’s something else. I love that Belle looks at the Beast and loves him despite; she loves him despite everything. Maybe… I just like the idea that someone can look at someone else who is so incredibly flawed and still see something good in them no matter what anyone else thinks, kind of like what Thor does with Loki or what Steve eventually does with Bucky. 

8. Thor. Yeah, yeah. Another Marvel character, I’m a loser, blah, blah. So, my very favorite thing about Thor is that he really, really believes in people. He’s set to live 5000 years or more, right? And he’s watched the most important person in his life, his soulmate as far as I’m concerned (thorki aside, platonic soulmates are a thing), die multiple times now… and he still loves him, deep down. You just know he does. You know he believes in Bruce. You know that he even believes in Tony, deep down, even though he’s pissed at him more often than now. Thor is probably one of the most underrated characters in the MCU and he deserves more love, damnit.

9. Natasha Romanov. So… I love Natasha because of her past. Apparently I do have a thing for heavily flawed characters. I also… Like fuck what anyone thinks was going on in that scene in AOU, the fact that she voiced the fears and thoughts of so many people who have issues with fertility means a lot to me. Period. She’s so badass and hard and she was taught to be cold… and yet she’s enough of a complete dork to tease Steve about his ‘language’ comment. There are so many sides to her character that you could go on for ages and still not even scratch the surface. 

10. Oswald Cobblepot. Okay, so I’m pretty new to the Gotham fandom and maybe I don’t know all there is to know just yet, but I seriously adore Penguin. I know he’s fucking… psychotic and I know he’s got his problems, but he is such an interesting character because of that and because of the fact that he’s so unexpectedly sweet sometimes? Idk, I just can’t wait to see more of him.