@ecfigaes​ asked:  “ will you just…hold me? please. ” bucky softer prompts                ||                accepting

𝐈𝐓'𝐒  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄  𝐎𝐅  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒  𝐇𝐄𝐑.    she's  not  even  fully  awake  when  she  stumbles  out  of  bed,    sprinting  toward  the  living  room  to  find  bucky  sat  upright  on  the  floor  near  the  couch.    palm  rubs  the  sleep  out  of  her  eyes  as  she  moves  to  kneel  beside  him,    a  gentle  hand  coming  to  rest  upon  his  shoulder.    ❝  shhhh,    shh,    it's  okay---  ❞    she  speaks  softly,    heart  pounding  after  the  initial  panic.    ❝  it's  okay,    you're  okay.  ❞

and  the  request  that  follows?    it    surprises    her  a  bit,    but  she  doesn't  even  hesitate.    nodding,    she  moves  to  sit  behind  him,    pulling  him  into  a  tight  embrace.    ❝  c'mere,  ❞    she  whispers,    giving  him  a  comforting  squeeze.    ❝  just  breathe  with  me,    okay?  ❞    and  she  takes  a  deep  breath  in,    holds  it  for  a  moment  before  letting  it  out  in  a  long  exhale.    though  she's  no  expert,    she's  done  her  fair  share  of  preparation  since  this  all  started,    and  she  just  hopes  it  helps  even  a  little  bit.

@winterbound​ asked:  game over. your muse trying to get mine’s attention during a game. nsfw prompts                ||                accepting

𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍,  𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒  𝐎𝐍  𝐀  𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊---    in  fact,    this  is  the    third    cup  in  a  row  that  she's  won.    she  can  thank  the  few  shells  she's  gotten  in  her  leads  for  protecting  her  from  his  own  special  items.    so  she  doesn't  exactly  blame  him  for  not  wanting  to  play  anymore.    actually,    she's  a  bit  more    keen    on  what  he  seems  to  have  in  mind.

❝  this  my  prize  for  winnin',    or  your    consolation  ribbon?  ❞    she  teases  as  he  looms  over  her,    lips  captured  in  a  lingering  kiss.    she  cuts  right  to  the  chase,    tugging  at  the  hem  of  his  shirt  to  bring  it  over  his  head.    it's  practically    routine    at  this  point---    get  into  some  argument  over  something  minimal  like    mario  kart    and  then  get  frisky  on  the  couch.    penny  won't  be  able  to  sell  the  damn  thing  with  a  straight  face  if  they  ever  move  knowing  the  poor  souls  to  buy  it  will  be  sitting  where  they've  had  sex  more  times  than  she  can  count.

@hakune​ asked:  [ caught ]  for  your  muse  to  catch  my  muse  wearing  their  shirt . / from leah ik this would be so cute 😔🥺 word prompts               ||                accepting

𝐈𝐍  𝐀𝐋𝐋  𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒,  𝐈𝐓  𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓  𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃  𝐓𝐎  𝐁𝐄  𝐀  𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑---    so  how  would  leah  have  known  to  bring  an  extra  change  of  clothes?    penny  isn't  complaining,    though.    far  from  it,    actually---    when  leah  comes  out  to  the  kitchen  wearing  one  of  penny's  oversized  t-shirts,    still  with  a  hint  of  bedhead,    penny  can't  help  but  grin.    god,    she's  adorable.    and  as  much  as  she  wants  to,    penny  resists  to  urge  to  run  over  and  kiss  her  right  there.

instead,    she  slides  the  last  pancake  from  the  pan  onto  a  plate  for  her  girlfriend,    setting  it  down  in  front  of  the  barstool  along  with  some  butter  and  maple  syrup.    ❝  sleep  okay?  ❞    she  asks,    eyes  looking  her  over  once  more.    yup.    fucking  adorable.    and  she  leans  across  the  counter  to  take  leah  gently  by  the  chin,    bringing  her  in  for  a  sweet  good  morning  kiss.    ❝  you  look  good  in  my  shirt,  ❞    she  winks,    followed  by  another  quick  peck  before  she  moves  to  make  herself  a  plate.

@athicf​ asked:  The thief stumbles, brand new bullet lodged in her torso, crimson pouring. A bullet that was meant for Penny. ❝ Caught you slippin' blondie. ❞ Smile is painted red with her own blood. One last playful jab before she collapses into unconsciousness.

𝐈𝐓  𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒  𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐒  𝐓𝐎  𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍  𝐒𝐎  𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓,  𝐁𝐔𝐓  𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄?    it's  like  it  happens  in  slow  motion.    just  when  penny  thinks  she's  taken  down  the  last  enemy,    a  gunshot  rings  loud  from  behind  her.    when  she  spins  around,    she  doesn't  expect  to  see  the  blood  slowly  soaking  through  the  black  cat's  suit.    without  a  second  thought,    penny  takes  a  shot  behind  felicia,    taking  down  her  assailant  with  an  easy  shot  to  the  back  of  the  head---    he  had  the  right  idea  in  running.    and  as  the  cat  collapses,    penny  dives  to  catch  her,    falling  to  her  knees  with  felicia's  head  in  her  hands.

❝  FELICIA?!    fe?!    oh  god---  ❞    penny's  heart  seems  to  seize  in  her  chest  at  the  sight,    and  despite  the  shock  that  tries  its  best  to  paralyze  her,    shaking  hands  work  quickly  to  shed  herself  of  her  jacket,    staunch  the  wound  in  felicia's  torso.    ❝  it's  gonna  be  okay,    fe---    fe,    look  at  me---  ❞    but  no  response  comes.    and  in  a  moment  of  panic,    penny  has  to  make  a  difficult  call.    tears  in  her  eyes,    she  taps  the  side  of  her  spy  glass,    voice  choked  up  with  worry.

❝  this  is  sangria---    i  need  immediate  extraction  and  medics  on  scene.  ❞    it's  spoken  with  every  ounce  of  regret,    as  she  knows  what  happens  next.    felicia's  brought  in,    interrogated,    probably  held  for  some  unknown  amount  of  time---    but  she'll    survive...    after  all,    statesman  has  brought  people  back  from  gunshot  wounds  to  the  head.    they  can  save  her.    they  have  to  save  her.

@athicf​ asked:  [ CONTROL ] : sender initiates a fight with receiver as a result of their mind being controlled by telepathy, leaving them with no other goals than to attack the receiver. 👀

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄  𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄  𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘  𝐀  𝐅𝐄𝐖  𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐒  𝐀𝐆𝐎.    had  the  notorious    black  cat    started  with  the  aggression  right  off  the  bat,    maybe  penny  wouldn't  be  so  hesitant  to  fight  back...    but  of  course,    she  just  had  to  break  her  own  rules---    had  to  let  her  in,    befriend    the  one  who  was  supposed  to  be  her  enemy...    which  makes  it    real  hard    for  penny  to  put  felicia  on  her  ass.    but  she  readies  herself  anyway,    knows  that    this?    this  isn't  felicia.    not  the  felicia  she's  gotten  to  know.

❝  you  sure  you  wanna  do  this,    fe?  ❞    penny  asks,    chest  tight  knowing  what  she  has  to  do.    she  may  have  gotten  away  with  not  putting  the  cat  down  all  this  time,    but  now?    now,    she  may  not  have  a  choice.    so  when  the  thief  takes  the  first  swing,    penny's  eyes  go  wide.    that's  a  yes,    then.    she  dodges  the  punch  narrowly,    just  barely  avoiding  a  kick  to  the  side  of  the  head  in  the  same  avoidance.    and  with  a  swift  sweep  of  the  leg,    penny  puts  the  other  on  her  back,    but  doesn't  let  her  guard  down  for  a  second.    ❝  c'mon,    felicia,    stay  down---  ❞

@winterbound​ asked:  13. for one muse to kill to protect the other / and oops protective prompts                ||               accepting

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍  𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐓  𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒  𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑  𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃  𝐆𝐎  𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐅𝐀𝐑.    the  mission  is  nearly  done,    all  that's  left  is  for  penny  to  get  out  of  the  compound.    the  only  obstacle?    another  armed  hostile,    giving  her  a  run  for  her  damn  money.    and  while  penny  typically  has  no  issue  taking  down  men  twice  her  size?    this  guy  is  quick  to  catch  on  to  her  patterns.    it's  only  a  matter  of  time  before  he's  throwing  her  off  of  him  hard  onto  the  pavement,    his  helmet  clattering  down  in  the  process.

out  of  breath,    penny  pushes  herself  up  only  to  stumble,    catch  herself  on  her  hands  and  knees.    the  taste  of  blood  floods  her  mouth  and  she  spits  it  out,    hand  on  her  knee  to  push  herself  into  a  weak  crouch.    and  when  she  looks  up?    it's  like  she's  staring  at  a  ghost---    literally.    this  man  died  over  a  decade  ago,    as  far  as  penny  was  concerned.

brows  knit  in  a  mixture  of  shock  and  confusion  as  she  stares  at  him,    slack-jawed.    ❝  owen..?  ❞    she  asks  in  disbelief.    and  just  when  she  thought  he  might  stand  down,    his  gun  raises  to  her  face.    before  she  realizes  what's  happening,    a  shot  rings,    blood  spattering  across  her  face  and  vest.    a  horrified  expression  settles  upon  her  features  as  she  searches  above  for  bucky,    speechless.    what  the  hell  just  happened?

@dutyburdened​ asked:  ✐

𝐈𝐓'𝐒  𝐍𝐎𝐓  𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍  𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐘,  𝐓𝐑𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐓𝐎  𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄  𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊  𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌  𝐀  𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄  𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑  𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓  𝐈𝐓  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄  𝐓𝐎  𝐆𝐎.    in  all  her  years  in  her  field,    she  always  thought    death    would  get  her  first---    that  even  though  she's  seen  people  tortured  so  far  they've  become  an  entirely  different  person,    it  could  never  be  her.    she's  too  good  at  what  she  does.    except...    now  it  is.    now,    she  trusts  nothing,    not  even  her  own  mind...    but  she's  trying  to  come  back  from  that.    trying.

❝  i've  lost  confidence---    maybe  all  i’ll  ever  be  is  what  am  now...  ❞    these  little...    well,    counselling    sessions  were  no  idea  of  her  own.    of  course,    she's  not  ready  to  see  a  real  therapist.    not  that  she'd  talk  much,    anyway---    nowadays,    she's  so  depressed  she  doesn't  leave  her  room.    that's  why  stephen  comes  to  her;    she  sits  by  her  window,    heels  on  the  edge  of  the  chair  as  she  holds  her  knees  to  her  chest,    staring  at  the  scenery  outside,    lost  in  thought.    stephen  sits  across  from  her,    never  forcing  an  answer,    but  always  asking,    always  listening.

chin  comes  to  rest  upon  her  knee  as  she  watches  trees  sway  in  the  breeze---    and,    reaching  out  to  a  knob  beside  the  window,    the  view  changes---    a  beach,    not  too  bright    but  enough  so  that  she  can  at  least  feel  the  sun  on  her  face.    eyes  all  but  glaze  over  as  she  watches  the  crashing  waves,    quiet  for  a  long  time.    there's  not  much  to  say  that  hasn't  already  been  said.

@hakune​ asked:  18.... from leah 🥰 kissing prompts                ||                accepting

𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒  𝐍𝐎𝐓  𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘  𝐎𝐍𝐄  𝐓𝐎  𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇,  𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒  𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐄  𝐅𝐎𝐑  𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒  𝐍𝐎𝐖.    but  despite  her  best  efforts  to  keep  this  friendship  a    friendship?    penny  can't  deny  she's  well  past    smitten.    it's  really  hard    not    to  be  when  leah  is  so---    well,    leah.    everything  about  her  is  just    perfect,    even  the  little  things  that  penny  would    hate    if  anybody  else  did.    and  now,    she's  head  over  freakin'  boots,    and  done  hiding  it.

so  when  leah  catches  her  staring  this  time,    penny  doesn't  look  awkwardly  away,    doesn't  even  try  to  hide  it.    in  this  moment,    penny  can't  help  but  think  about  how    gorgeous    the  other  woman  is,    how  much  she  adores  that  smile,    and  how  much  she  can't  get  enough  of  that  goddamn  laugh---    it'll  be  the  death  of  her.    a  very    happy    death.    hand  reaches  across  the  table  to  take  leah's,    and  before  she  knows  it?    she's  leaning  across  the  patio  table,    free  hand  tilting  leah's  chin  up  to  capture  her  lips  in  a  soft,    sweet  kiss.

after  a  long  moment,    she  sits  back  down,    cheeks  coloured  with  a  light  blush  as  she  smiles  sheepishly  at  the  other.    ❝  sorry---    i've  been  wantin'  to  do  that  for  a  while.  ❞

@eclipsedsn​ asked:  silence. our muses having to keep down during sex, due to whatever reason. nsfw prompts                ||                accepting

𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘   𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐎𝐔𝐓   𝐎𝐍𝐄   𝐎𝐅   𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌   𝐇𝐀𝐒   𝐀   𝐊𝐈𝐃   𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒   𝐓𝐎   𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄   𝐓𝐇𝐈���𝐆𝐒      when   you're   trying   to   keep   it      no   strings   attached---      and   when   penny   found   out   that   loki   had   unintentionally      met      emma   at   thor's?      she   really   thought   it   was   game   over.      but   honestly?      it   might   be   the   best   thing   that   could've   happened.      of   course,      she's   not   about   to   go   on   and   tell   emma   about   the   nature   of   their...      friendship?      that   doesn't   sound   right...      but   at   least   she   doesn't   have   to   hide   them   from   each   other   anymore.

and   on   a   night   like   this,      when   it's   late   and   emma's   fast   asleep   down   the   hall,      penny   would   normally   be   on   her   own---      it's   definitely   a   nice   change   to   be   able   to   sneak   him   into   the   house   so   late   rather   than   having   to   turn   down   a   hook   up   because   she   can't   find   a   sitter   this   last   minute.      on   the   other   hand,      it's   not   exactly   like   their   usual   encounters.      penny   isn't   used   to   having   to   keep   her   damn   mouth   shut.

moans   are   stifled   against   lips      &      skin   as   she   tries   her   hardest   to   keep   the   volume   to   a   minimum.      thankfully,      their   usual   roughness   has   been   traded   for   a   quiet   alternative,      but   she's   not   complaining---      he's   got   her   pinned   against   the   mattress   as   fingers   curl   'round   her   throat,      and   it's   bliss.      ❝   h-harder---   ❞      she   chokes   out,      tone   hushed   despite   the   strain   of   her   voice   against   his   grip.      oh,      this   is   a   change   she   could   get   used   to.

@toscrve​ asked:  [ HUG ] sender pulls receiver into a hug an old meme

𝐈𝐓'𝐒  𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓  𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐎𝐍𝐄  𝐎𝐅  𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄  𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒---    the  kind  where  the  house  is  too  muggy,    even  with  the  air  conditioning  blasting,    and  the  baby  won't  sleep,    and  when  the  baby  finally    does    sleep,    she's  tossing  and  turning  in  the  heat---    only  to  be  woken  by  crying  when  she  finally  gets  comfortable.    and  though  normally  she'd    never    call  this  late,    she  hasn't  been  able  to  stop  crying  with  the  baby  for  the  last  half  an  hour.    it's  just  one  of  those  nights.

and  it's  no  surprise  when  steve  shows  up,    even  at  two  in  the  morning,    ready  to  help  her  out.    and  rather  than  being  annoyed  with  her,    he  pulls  penny  into  a  comforting  hug,    one  that  she  just  buries  herself  into.    ❝  thanks  for  comin',  ❞    she  sniffles  into  his  chest,    arms  wrapped  tightly  'round  his  torso.    and  it's  nights  like  these  she's  so  thankful  to  have  steve  around  to  help  her.