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thanosskillet · 1 month
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Στείλτε asks. Θέλω να φέρω το 2017 πίσω. Make it happen.
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bookwormninja710 · 1 year
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In case anyone was wanting some musical things to go with the MCU that aren't terribly heartbreaking.....
Black Widow: Demons (imagine dragons)
Thor: Thunder (imagine dragons)
Ant Man: Zero (imagine dragons)
Iron Man: Machine (imagine dragons)
Hawkeye: Natural (imagine dragons)
Hulk: Monster (imagine dragons)
Endgame: Whatever It Takes (imagine dragons)
Wanda Maximoff: Believer (imagine dragons)
Thanos to Gamora: Bad Liar (imagine dragons)
Nick Fury to Avengers and SHIELD: Warriors (imagine dragons)
Captain America and Winter Soldier: I Don’t Know Why (imagine dragons)
Spider-Man: It’s Time (imagine dragons)
Captain America with shield: Boomerang (imagine dragons)
Ant man to Cassy: West Coast (imagine dragons)
Stark Family: Walking The Wire (imagine dragons)
Star Lord: On Top Of The World (imagine dragons)
Bucky Barnes: Friction (imagine dragons)
Captain Marvel: Radioactive (imagine dragons)
Groot: Roots (imagine dragons)
Vision to Wanda Maximoff: I’ll Make It Up To You (imagine dragons)
Avengers: Who We Are (imagine dragons)
Thor and Loki: Love (imagine dragons)
Peggy: Stuck (imagine dragons)
Rhodes: War Machine (AC/DC)
Thor: Thunderstruck (AC/DC)
The Avengers: Legends Never Die (League of Legends)
Natasha Romanoff: Black Widow (Iggy Azalea)
Tony Stark: Iron Man (Black Sabbath)
Asgardians: We Are Gods (Audiomachine)
Bucky Barnes: Rasputin (Boney M.)
Winter Soldier: House of Memories (Panic! At the disco)
Avengers Endgame: Centuries (Fall Out Boy)
Captain America in Endgame: Hammer of Thor (Oda Gondrosen)
Bucky Barnes to Steve Rogers; Loki to Thor: I'm So Sorry (imagine dragons)
Captain America: Courtesy of the Red, White, and Blue [The Angry American] (Toby Keith)
Black Widow: Locked and Loaded (the brevet)
Wanda Maximoff: W.I.T.C.H. (Devon Cole)
Captain Marvel: Most Girls (Hailee Steinfeld)
Bruce Banner to the other Avengers: Monster Among Men (5 seconds of summer)
Scarlet Witch: Dark Horse (Katy Perry)
Peter Parker in Homecoming: Something Big (Shawn Mendes)
Winter Soldier, to HYDRA: Look What You Made Me Do (Taylor Swift)
Loki, Brainwashed by Thanos: Psycho In My Head (Skillet)
Clint Barton: World's Smallest Violin (AJR)
Loki: I Did Something Bad (Taylor swift)
All MCU women: You Should See Me in a Crown (Billie Eilish)
She-Hulk: You Do You (Zayde Wølf)
Ultron, to the Avengers: Fairytales (Gabby Sophia)
Avengers: Born For This (The Score)
Any Hero's Origin Story: Legends are Made (Sam Tinnesz)
The Thunderbolts: Anti-Hero (Taylor Swift)
Sam Wilson taking the role of Cap: Am I Wrong (Nico & Vinz)
If you've got anything to add... I'm open to recommendations!!!!
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I posted 65 times in 2022
That's 65 more posts than 2021!
18 posts created (28%)
47 posts reblogged (72%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@swampstew
@showandtelltime
@childofblackmaria
@queer-coded-camaro-driver
@electric-skillet
I tagged 44 of my posts in 2022
Only 32% of my posts had no tags
#one piece - 10 posts
#stranger things - 8 posts
#eddie munson - 6 posts
#lord of the rings - 6 posts
#love - 6 posts
#black butler - 6 posts
#marvel - 6 posts
#ask games - 4 posts
#criminal minds - 4 posts
#the diary of cassie and eddie - 4 posts
Longest Tag: 29 characters
#the diary of cassie and eddie
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
I’ve been playing through Pokemon Scarlet almost all day. So, far I’m really enjoying it. What’s everyone else's thoughts on the new games? 
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#4
Looking for blogs to follow!
If you post about any of the following:
One Piece
Supernatural
Stranger Things
TFIL/Sam & Colby
Criminal Minds
House MD
Black Butler
The Hobbit/Lord of the Rings
The MCU
Like/reblog so I can follow you!
4 notes - Posted November 19, 2022
#3
Just watched the first two episodes of Criminal Minds: Evolution. I think this season is going to be so intense, but I’m so excited for it!
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#2
Loving You For You
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 321
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I woke up to the sound of footsteps coming toward the bed. I rolled over just as Bucky sat back down.
"What are you doing up?" I asked.
"Just getting some water," Bucky said. "I didn't mean to wake you up."
"Is that the only reason you're up?" I asked.
He was quiet as he took a sip of his water.
"It's okay to tell me if it's the nightmares again," I said.
"I don't want you to worry," Bucky said.
I sat up and moved so I was sitting next to him on the edge of the bed.
"Look, I know it's not something you like to talk about but maybe it would do you some good," I said. "You keep telling me not to worry every time you have a nightmare but your not talking is what makes me worry."
Again he was quiet.
"Fine. Whatever," I said. "I'm going back to sleep."
I went to lay back down but Bucky grabbed my hand.
"I'm sorry," Bucky said. "It's not that I don't want to talk with you. It's just..."
He trailed off.
"Just what?" I asked.
"It's just I'm worried if I tell you about some of the things I've done you won't look at me the same way," Bucky said. "And I couldn't even be upset about it because I wouldn't blame you. I haven't always been a good person, (Y/N)."
"Listen to me," I said as I took both his hands in mine. "Nothing in your past will ever stop me caring about you and loving you for who you are."
"You say that now but-" Bucky said.
"But nothing. You are not that person now. All I care about is who and how you are now," I said. "And I couldn't ask for a better man."
"You know, I'll never know what I did to get lucky enough to find someone like you," Bucky said.
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My #1 post of 2022
Every Reality
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Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 164
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"I've never been so happy to be home," I said as I sat down on the couch.
"You said the same thing after Thanos," Stephen said as he joined me.
"But this was on a different level," I said. "That was a fairly basic stop the bad guy with a little bit of time travel situation. This was full on multiverse breaking."
"I know," Stephen said. "It's a whole new territory."
I moved so I was laying down with my head in Stephen's lap.
"What do you know about the multiverse?" I asked.
"Currently not that much," Stephen admitted.
"Do you think there are other us out there?" I asked.
"I'm sure it's a possibility," Stephen said.
"I wonder if our other selves are a couple too," I said. "Or if they even know each other."
"Honestly, I bet in every reality, I still find you," Stephen said with a smile.
"That's a nice thought," I said as I sat up to kiss him.
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white--madness · 5 years
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Ερινύες
Μην τρέχεις στην κίνηση
Μην φωνάζεις στην ησυχία
Μην πονάς για εσένα
Μην ζεις για εσένα
Εμείς εξω με ποιον θα τραφουμε;
Εμεις εξω ποιον θα αναγκάσουμε να γραψει;
Σιχαίνεσαι ;
Σιχαίνεσαι καθε τι που ακουμπας;
Όχι;
Δεν εχουμε καταφερει τον σκοπο μας
Απεχθάνεσαι;
Απεχθάνεσαι όλα σου τα λάθη;
Όλα τα Όλα σου λάθη;
Δεν καταφεραμε τον σκοπο μας
Ακόμα δεν καταλαβες ταλαιπωρε ανθρωπακο ποιες είμαστε;
Τι σού κανουμε;
Σε κανουμε να θες να ξεσκισεις τις σαρκες σου
Να θες να πλησιασεις στο θανατο και να τον γλυκοφιλησεις
Σε κανουμε να θες αυτο τον κοσμο να παρατησεις
Και ενα βεβαιο τέλος να ζήσεις
Ερινυες μας λενε
Παλια ζουσαμε και μας υμνούσανε
Τωρα η ανάμνηση μας ειναι μεσα σας
Ερινυες μας λενε
Σκοπος μας ειναι να αμφιβαλεις
Για εσένα
Για καθε τι που κανεις
Για όλα τα Όλα σου
Καλά ή άθλια
Ο σκοπός μας ειναι να σε τρελάνουμε
Ερινυες μας λένε.
Θα σε κάνουμε στην στιγμή τα δικά μας λόγια να γινουν δικα σου.
"Απεχθάνόμαι. Όλα τα λάθη μου. Όλα μου τα Όλα μου".
Είδες;
Τόσο εύκολο ηταν.
-M.A.K.
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queenofheartts-love · 2 years
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A Second Chance (MCU FanFic)
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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Raven (OC) Prompt: Almost two years after the fight with Thanos Steve starts putting on meetings to help people who have lost someone. After doubting his feelings for Raven Steve agrees to go on date with her. Warnings: Alcohol/Drinking, Little Fluff, Little Spice Word Count: 2.1K Author Notes: Basically Raven simping for Steve lol
This is a Slow Burn so it’ll be a few chapters before the juicy stuff ;)
Let me know what y'all think :3
If you would like to listen along with the story here's the Spotify Playlist
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Chapter 3
Raven's POV
“Damnit!” I said as I removed the skillet off the burner that I had on the stove. I pulled my hand back and placed my finger into my mouth; sucking on the burn that I just got. I glanced over at the clock seeing that it was getting close to six. I grabbed a towel removing the hot spoon out of the skillet and tossed it in the skink.
“Why am I so nervous?” I asked myself as I fished out another spoon from the silverware drawer. I knew the answer to that already but I pushed the thought out of my head. I put the skillet back on the burner and tilted it so that all of the melted butter moved down to the bottom of the pan. I dipped the spoon into the butter and started tossing the melted butter, garlic, and rosemary onto the sizzling steak. I looked over at my phone when I heard a chime go off.
“Damnit.” I repeated. I took the skillet off the burner again and grabbed a towel. I whipped my hands off before jogging to the door. I stopped at the mirror in the hallway to check my hair and face, smoothing out any running mascara. I took a deep breath and then walked to the door.
“Hey!” I said putting on my best smile as I opened the door to see the tall dirty blonde hair man that I was growing to love to see. I laughed as I saw a look of confusion on his face.
“How do you do that?” He asked and I shook my head playing it off.
“A magician never reveals her secrets.” I told him as he walked through the door way.
“I don’t think you’ll get tackled by any dogs since they all know you now but I make no promises.” I said letting another laugh escape me. I watched as he braced himself for impact.
“I don’t mind. That’s the best part of coming over” he said.
“That’s what everyone says” I replied with a genuine smile coming to my lips. Nothing made me happier than seeing people loving my dogs. I obviously thought they were great but to see someone else think that made my heart smile.
“Do you want me to take that?” I asked Steve as I heard the tapping of paws on the hardwood floor.
“Again I didn’t know what to bring.” He said as he handed me a bottle of red wine.
“Ooo a 1988 Cabernet. That’s going to be so good. Thank you.” I said, stepping back as I let two of my dogs rush Steve. I smiled seeing their butts wiggle with excitement and seeing Honey tap dancing as she waited to get her pets. I watched Steve as he laughed and grinned, petting both of them and dodging their licks to the face. His graze matched mine and I stared into his ocean blue eyes. They were calming but yet sincere. I had gotten used to being around the infamous Captain America but it was different when it was just the two of us. He seemed more like a regular person than a superhero.
“Alright alright. Go lay down” I told them sternly and they both looked at me and then walked off. I looked back at Steve who was standing back up. He turned to face me and opened his arms to embrace me.
“Good to see you.” He said and I walked into his arms wrapping one arm around him. It amazed me that even through his clothes I could still feel how firm his body was. He had to have been made out of marble.
“You as well” I replied, pulling back when he did.
“It smells amazing in here, Raven” He told me
“I’m glad! I have takeout on speed dial in case you don’t like it.” I told him while I led him into the kitchen and living room area.
“If it tastes as good as it smells I promise I’ll like it.” He told me. A smile naturally tugged at my lips hearing his words. I sat the bottle of wine down on the counter grabbing my electric corkscrew. I set it on top of the bottle and let the gadget do the work for me.
“How was your day?” I asked him.
“It was fine. Yours?”
“Good. Didn’t do much.” It was oddly natural to have such a mundane conversation with him. To talk about our days like we had gotten home from work. I poured the red wine into a craft to let it breathe while I finished cooking.
“Did you work today?” He asked me.
“I did. But not at the clinic. I spent the day at the animal shelter.” I told him.
“What do you do there?”
“I mostly just make sure that the animals have all their medical needs taken care of. I walk some of them if they’re short on volunteers or I’ll give some of the dogs a bath if they need it.”
“You’re very kind Raven.” He told me. I was glad that my back was to him because I could feel how hot my cheeks were. I looked behind me every once in a while to see Steve wandering the living room. Looking at the pictures on the wall.
“Is this your brother?” He asked me and I nodded.
“Yeah that’s River,” I told him.
“It looks like you two were inseparable.”
“We were... We had been together since before birth, you know? The only time we had spent away from each other was when we went to college.” I told him.
“I’m sorry.” He apologized.
“It’s okay. You always say that the greatest way to honor them is to talk about them right?” I asked and he agreed. I finished the steaks and then plated them along with the mashed potatoes and broccoli. Dinner was nice but a little stiff. It reminded me of a first date. We continued to have a mundane conversation trying to get to know each other on a more personal level. We talked about the people we had lost and small stories about them. I couldn’t help but to stare at his chiseled jawline as he spoke. He definitely had to be made out of marble. I loved the baby blue button down shirt he had on. It was a nice change from the plaid shirts he normally wore. It made his ocean eyes stand out more than they normally did. I occasionally bit the inside of my lip if I started to stare at him for too long. They definitely didn’t make men like that anymore... I had always seen his gentle soul but I got to see it up close tonight. He really was just a man from Brooklyn.
“So does that thing actually work?” He asked me as we both walked over to the couch. I looked behind me to see that he was pointing at the record player that was built into the wall.
“Yeah it does! My brother built it. So it better work.” I said with a laugh as I sat down on my favorite spot on the couch next to Hercules.
“He built it?” He asked and I nodded, lifting up my glass of wine to my lips.
“River was an architect but his hobby was fixing up old instruments and antique record players.” I told him.
“I’ve always been obsessed with records. I can thank my mom for that. Half of those are hers and the other half are mine” I said pointing at the shelves that were full of records.
“I moved up here to be with him. River was struggling with being by himself and he talked me into moving across the country for him…” I said with a laugh.
“Long story short my favorite record player broke during the move. Which sucked because it was our mothers. So River took the parts, put it back together and wired it to the house. So if you play a record it plays through the whole house.” I said with a smile. I hadn’t even noticed that Steve was watching me the whole time I was talking. This was the most relaxed I had ever seen him. He had his left arm draped over the top of the couch. His right hand was holding his wine glass. I sat there across from him watching his darted down then slowly dart back up at me. I held my breath feeling a hot, excited energy flow through me. If looks could make you come than that look would have done it to me. I let out my breath slowly as I watched as he took a sip from the glass. His eyes never leaving mine. He gave me a smile before he spoke.
“That’s a great gift” he said and I agreed. I placed my hand on Herc’s head and smoothed out his short fur as I brought my glass to my lips again.
“May I?” Steve asked, motioning towards the record player.
“By all means.” I told him watching him as he pushed himself up and walked behind me to the shelves of records.
“I probably have something in there that you’re familiar with.” I told him and I heard him laugh.
“I doubt that.”
“I am very musically cultured, thank you.” I said as I got up and made my way over to him.
“What decade would you like?” I asked him, handing him my glass.
“40s” he challenged me and I walked over to the shelf that had a few records from then.
“Luckily you didn’t say 30s” I said with a laugh pulling out a Billie Holiday record. I lifted up the glass top of the record player, took out the record and placed it on the player.
(Insert ‘Blue Moon’ by Billie Holiday)
“Let’s see if you know anything about this” I said, bumping his arm with my shoulder. I lifted up the needle and sat it on the record. The record turned slowly as the house was filled with the crackling noise from the record. Slowly the house filled with sounds of piano and drums as the album played. I looked over at Steve who had a shocked expression on his face.
“Billie Holiday?” He questioned and I grinned while taking my wine glass back from him. I took a sip and watched him as a wide smile came across his face.
“Wow.” He said and I nodded.
“I love this thing.” I told him. I finished my glass and made my way into the kitchen setting the glass down on the counter. I debated on if I was going to have another glass. I had already had two and it was already making its way to my head. I didn’t want to seem like a drunk in front of Captain America. I also knew how emotional I got when I was drunk on wine and there were some feelings that I needed to keep concealed tonight.
“You want another glass?”
“Sure!” He responded. I poured him another glass and then brought it to him. His eyes seemed to fill with wonder as he searched through my collection of records. I handed him the glass and he took it.
“You can play whatever you’d like.” I told him while I was about to slide past him to get to the couch the song changed and I could see on his face that it brought back detailed memories.
“I remember when this song came out. I was on a double date at a club with Bucky… he was trying to take home some girl and he took her onto the dance floor. Everyone had someone on the dance floor besides me. And I just sat there and watched all of them dance with these pretty girls from the table.” He told me. A frown came to my face as I listened to him.
“Well that’s shitty” I told him and he chuckled and shrugged his shoulders.
“It was but that’s what it was like back then” he told me and my frown deepened.
“May I?” He asked me again but this time he offered me his hand. I looked at it then looked at his face. He had a spark in his eyes that wasn’t usually there. I placed my hand in his and his fingers closed around my hand. He took me to the middle of the living room and pulled me a little closer to him. I placed my hand on his shoulder and he placed his free hand on my waist. I gave his hand a squeeze as we both swayed to the music.
**Divider provided by Firefly
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masalateaaa · 3 years
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A Lot To Be Thankful For!
Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader, Andy Barber x Reader, Ransom Drysdale x Reader, Colin Shea x Reader
Summary: Chris Evans and the various characters he played on the thanksgiving day
Warning: Bad writing and no proofreading
A/N: Happy thanksgiving everyone! This year we all have a lot to be thankful for especially in the face of everything that’s going on in the world. 
Also, don’t post my work anywhere without my consent. Asks & requests are open. 
Masterlist
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Chris Evans
Chris Evans loves holidays and festivals. It’s no secret that he is big on both of them. The man would look forward to Halloween, then thanksgiving and ultimately the geek out for Christmas. Thanksgiving in the Evans household has always been a big affair with all his siblings getting together and watching parade, helping their mom in kitchen as well as playing games in between. The the clan began to expand, the fun too began to expand. When you both started dating, he took thanksgiving as the opportunity to introduce you to the American festival, given that you weren’t American. You still remember how nervous you were to meet his family the first time you ever attended thanksgiving dinner but all your doubts and fears were washed away by their love and warmth. Its been three years since that happened and this year Chris and you were hosting your first thanksgiving as husband and wife. Chris was giddy with excitement as well as a nervous wreck. He started preparing for the day as soon as November began. His nervousness made you nervous too but you held on your own and soon started making preparations for the day. To make things easy for you Lisa decided to move in with you for a week and help you with the cooking and even Scott decided to help you in kitchen as he was a decent cook. Chris was left with the decoration and organizing games, a responsibility he took gladly. All four of you sat down and planned an elaborate meal starting with corn fitters and for the main course you decided to have grilled citrus and spiced turkey with sides of roasted scallops, fresh herb stuffing, crispy Brussels sprouts salad, skillet cornbread with honey butter mashed potatoes and ginger pumpkin pie for dessert. You decided to host a buffet and let people enjoy the meal in a relaxed manner. However, thanksgiving day was anything but relaxed for you all. You all got up late, thanks to movie marathon previous night. This lead to delay in cooking and you were about to have a nervous breakdown but Chris managed to calm you down saying it’s all fine and everyone is family. SOS phone calls were made to Carly and Shanna and soon they both joined to help cook the elaborate meal. However, after the initial hiccups as the day progressed things fell into place and as dinner time arrived all of you were near the fire pit in your backyard enjoying the scrumptious meal. Chris, who already was a little tipsy raised to toast, “All the years I had gone to ma’s place for thanksgiving, I always secretly hoped that one day I will get to host it for my family and with my family. And today that long cherished dream is a reality and all the credit goes to y/n, who chose to trust me, love me and be a part of my crazy life. Thank you y/n for the life you have given me and the life I will have with you. I love you.” His little speech made you emotional and you couldn’t help but smile through tears as he sealed his lips with yours for kiss amidst cheers from his family. 
--❤--
Steve Rogers
*Steve here didn’t go back in time after endgame and yes Tony and Nat are still dead.
Steve Rogers was a man who has been through hell and back, quite literally. Back in the 40s Steve battled various health issues as well as his mom’s falling health along with poverty till Dr. Erskine’s serum turned him into Captain America. But then again, he lost Bucky and an opportunity to be with Peggy when he crashed the plane into ice. When he woke up 70 years later he felt a man out of time. He took his time adjust in 21st century navigating one crisis after another when he found Bucky like a ray of hope. But he wasn’t the same Bucky he lost, he was someone else and Steve decided he will bring back his Bucky. So, when the opportunity presented for him to go back in time he refused because he felt more out of time in the 40s than in 21st. Also, he knew Bucky needed him, Pepper needed him and Morgan needed him. So he came back for all these people. It’s been two years since the final battle with Thanos, two years since Tony and Nat were gone. Sam and Steve traded places with Sam now holding the shield and responsibility of world and Steve was now taking care of the support group. Steve stepped into the role of being a father figure to Morgan and the kids for whom Nat started a shelter, it was his way to keep her memory alive. And it has also been two years since he met you, it was one of the routine walks in the city with little Morgan chatting away when rain came hurling down and Steve took shelter in a small art gallery, your gallery. That afternoon you both bonded over your love for art, life and everything. He soon started visiting you often paving way for your friendship which turned into love pretty fast and now you both were expecting your first child. Steve stood by the lake rewinding the past two years as the aroma of roasted turkey, mashed potato, fruit and nut trifle filled the air along with other mouth watering delicacies. His trip to memory lane was cut short when he felt your lips on his shoulder. A tiny smile danced on his lips as he pulled you into his embrace. You both stood there watching the sun go down on the crisp late November day, the lake was shining in the golden hour as you swayed to the imaginary music with Steve cradling your baby bump with soft hands. “Dinner’s ready,” Pepper’s happy voice broke your bliss as you both walked hand in hand after sharing a kiss. Sitting on the table filled with food and surrounded by the laughs and chatter of all his favorite people, Steve finally felt at peace. “What are you thinking punk?” Bucky asked as he saw Steve staring at you and Morgan who were engrossed in your own happy world. He shook his head turning his attention back to Bucky and spoke, “this finally feels like home. This is home after a century of wandering.”
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Andy Barber
*I stuck with the book ending where Jacob died and Laurie went to prison. 
Watching you work your way through the simple thanksgiving dinner of seasoned roasted turkey, corn salad, baked beans, mashed sweet potato and apple pie, Andy felt he was living a dream. After the fatal car crash that cruelly snatched everything away from, Andy couldn’t believe he still has love to give and share in his heart. Laurie’s betrayal was a iced knife that sliced his heart without scope of healing. For days and weeks he couldn’t come in terms with reality that his only son for whom he fought against the world is dead and the killer is none other than his own wife. After he came in terms with reality, the hate for Laurie drove him insane to the point that he wanted death penalty for her but instead she was awarded triple life sentence, which also meant she won’t be coming out in this life time. Once the dust settled he went back to grieving again, sitting in front of Jacob’s grave for hours and that’s where he met you. You brought him a case of wrongful conviction. You were a social worker who identified wrongful convictions and helped them in getting justice. Your words encouraged Andy to find a purpose again in his life to fill the void. As a man who has been on the other side of the law, Andy now looked at every case, every evidence, every victim and every accused in a new light. Getting justice for people slowly started to make him him happy and without him even knowing, you started to fill the void in his heart. As you both grew close, he asked you to move in with you. He didn’t knew it was love until one day he walked back to the news of you being pregnant with his child. He felt his heart beating again, he felt life crawling back into him again, he felt he could live again and dream again and he could everything with you. Soon you both realised it was children, a boy and girl. You both wanted to raise your kids as husband and wife, so you both walked into the city hall and registered your marriage with your parents as witness and 6 months later you son and daughter were born. Its been 11 months since that event and life has been a bliss for Andy. Gentle cries of your daughter broke Andy’s thoughts as he took the crying baby in his arms trying to make her smile. “Honey, we are ready,” your voice got his attention as he saw you dressed holding your son in one hand and box in other hand. He nodded and picked up the flowers and made way towards the car. After a 20 minutes car ride you both got down and strapped your babies in the stroller. “Okay kids we are here to meet your older brother and wish him a happy thanksgiving with his favorite dessert,” you cooed to them as you both pushed the stroller. Andy stopped at Jacob’s grave and placed the flowers and portion of apple pie in front of his grave. He held both the babies in his arms and introduced them to Jacob. Your kids replied back with enthusiasm making Andy chuckle. After spending some time you both made your way back home before your parents come for dinner. As Andy looked back at Jacob’s grave one final time before leaving, he looked at him with smile because believe it or not Andy did get a happy family minus the lies and deceit.
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Ransom Drysdale
Watching Ransom peel apples in the kitchen still felt like a dream for you. When you got a post dated letter from Harlan Thrombay to help Ransom after his death it wouldn’t be an oversell to say you were shocked. Harlan mentioned that he was cutting his whole family out of his will and while he didn’t expect anyone else to do anything stupid, he knew Ransom would be in trouble. “Honey, can you stir the gravy I am little occupied,” Ransom called for your help. As you walked in to help him in cooking the perfect Thanksgiving dinner for his and your parents you couldn’t help but think how you turned a trust fund prick into a sweater wearing dumb dork. After reading through Harlan’s letter for infinite times, you decided to help Ransom because Harlan was your mentor when you started as a writer. Now you were successful writer but major credit for that goes to that kind man who shaped the way you thought through a novel. You met Ransom and offered him a deal to get him out of prison on good conduct if he would agree to work with you. Ransom who was still a jerk agreed to your deal thinking this was his ticket to freedom but what he didn’t anticipate was a contract that clearly stated that if he didn’t work by the rules set by you, he would go back to prison. He contemplated and even thought to refuse your offer but life in prison was tough. He reluctantly agreed thinking he could seduce his way through you and oh boy he has never been so wrong. For the first time in his life Ransom Drysdale had to work for everything. He hated it, every minute of that life but then he had no option. You were the only person who hasn’t given up in him and when the first book co-authored by you both was published and became a hit Ransom realised what Harlan meant when he said success is the sweetest taste. You both were featured in New York Times bestsellers and when you gave him his first royalty check, he took that to Harlan’s grave and cried. It was then you realised Ransom Drysdale was a human cotton candy and a softie. “Do you think the turkey is cooked?” he asked. You opened the oven door and delicious smell of roasted turkey filled your senses. “It looks amazing Ran,” you pecked his lips as you took the turkey out to set it on the table. “I hope it tastes good too. I want your parents to like me,” he mumbled arranging the crockery on the dining table. “Ransom they already love you. You have proved yourself baby,” you hugged him to assure him and calm his nerves. It was true, after three co-authored books with you and two solo thrillers, Ransom Drysdale had proved himself. He worked hard to gain your trust and your parents trust. Yes, Ransom was still a jerk but only to people who are mean to him or you. For once he could hear anything against himself but he wouldn’t tolerate a word against you. His fight with Walt when he tried to insult you was the proof of that. He even warned his now divorced parents to behave nicely with you because for him you were his family and he wouldn’t tolerate a word against you. 
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Colin Shea
Sitting at the dining table with your family you could see your parents trying to hide their smiles while your niece screamed, “why is this turkey so small?” Your brother tried to stifle his laughter as he replied, “honey, this isn’t a turkey. This is chicken.” “But this is a turkey festival, I don’t want to eat chicken,” she threw tantrum and you glared at Colin who was pouting sitting across the table from you. Your mom stepped in and pacified your niece saying its a new tradition to eat chicken in thanksgiving. This was your first thanksgiving as a couple and you wanted it to be perfect. It would have been perfect if only your lovely boyfriend wouldn’t have decided to nap instead of watching the turkey as you had to run out to the store. Funny it is to think why you had to run to the store. You see, Colin insisted so much in helping you preparing the thanksgiving meal that you caved in. He went on to give a speech on how you both are equal in relationship and how your family his family. So like any other love struck girlfriend you caved in and asked him to make mashed potatoes just like the way your mom made. You even gave him the recipe but that idiot mashed the potatoes without peeling them. Now that was ruined to so you had to run to the store to get fresh potatoes and asked him to watch the turkey in the oven. Colin being Colin decided to sleep as the turkey was in oven and by the time you got back the house was smelling a burned turkey and Colin was standing there with a fire extinguisher. You huffed in the balcony as the cool breeze failed to calm you down. You felt two hands encase you against the balcony, two hands belonging to one man whom you loved beyond life. “Colin I..,” “Shhh,” he cut you off and spoke, ”I am sorry Y/N. I love you very much and I wanted to make you believe that I am good enough to take your responsibility. I love you so much and I want to spend every moment of my life with you and today I promise you I will be more responsible and I won’t propose you till I learn how to cook a perfect turkey. Please don’t be angry on me love,” at least a smile touched your lips at his smooth talk. “Now that you have smiled can I kiss you?” and how can you say no to that beautiful face and puppy eyes. 
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retro-memo · 3 years
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Happy FFWF, lovely! 💚 What’s your favourite snippet of dialogue or narration? Which fic is it from? Feel free to link for us!
Happy FFWF, Kat! 💙❤️
Uuuuh, okay. Now that's a tricky one. There's so many fics and lines to choose from but maybe this hilarious Endgame fix-it The weird ways we save the world by MyDestinyIsWritten.
Until Thanos falls forward and face-plants the floor, dust billowing up from where he fell, Tony comes to a stuttering stop.
Oh. my. god.
He’s dreaming, he has to be. There is absolutely no way this is real-life because Peter fricking Parker, is standing right over Thanos holding a frying pan.
A goddamn frying pan.
“Holy shit , I did not think that would work.”, Peter says, turning over the pan in his hand, “That explains why Rapunzel is such a badass.” He looks down at Thanos, “Oh shoot, I think I might have brained him”, he sounds panicked.
It takes a moment for Tony’s brain to catch onto what’s going on but Thanos looks dead and did a cast-iron skillet just take him out??
I just love how Peter just went full Rapunzel on Thanos 😂. (There are many other stories and dialogues that I love, this is just one example out of many that I would choose.)
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capswritinq · 4 years
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Morning- Bucky Barnes Short One Shot
Summary: Y/n and Bucky’s morning routine changes after the events of Infinity War
Genre: Fluff in the beginning then ANGST 
Word Count: 1.8k
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The sunshine kissed her skin, leaving her exposed shoulder and neck with a golden hue. Her hair was spread out all around her, the strands arranging in random yet perfect arrays. Her eyes were still shut, her breaths still even. She was still induced into a deep slumber, but ever the light sleeper he was, he awoke with the birds. It didn’t help that they kept the window open all night because the weather was finally warming up.
It annoyed the hell out of him, he told her one morning days ago. It seemed like if a pin dropped he would wake up, and the chance of him falling back to sleep were slim to none. So it pissed him off that the momma bird and her chicks just had to start yapping every morning around six, to which he always woke up from.
She laughed and told him that it wasn’t the worst way to be woken up, to which he agreed. The comment drifted his mind to the sounds of steel doors opening or loud thuds on the concrete that he got all too familiar with waking up to during his time under HYDRA. He would take anything compared to that.
He was taken out of his thoughts when he heard her suggest that they move the nest somewhere else.
He quickly shut down her idea, responding that the baby birds couldn’t be moved away from their mother, because he was afraid that the mother wouldn’t be able to find their new location. That the innocent baby birds would be abandoned without a nurturer, and a mother would lose her children. 
She agreed and changed the subject to breakfast, to which he placed a firm kiss on her lips and told her that sounded lovely.
He didn’t understand how she could sleep through the loud chirping every morning. It seemed like mother nature favored her in giving her the ability to be a heavy sleeper. Mother nature graced her with many gifts.
Like the way she was just so effortlessly beautiful. It didn’t matter if she woke up hungover with bags under her eyes. Or if they were going out to some swanky restaurant Tony paid for and she had on her nicest dress. Or if they were cuddling on their small couch in sweats watching another season of Parks and Rec. She was always beautiful, always radiating.
She was his light. She always made him feel safe. He could always look into her eyes and find comfort. She was home.
She stirred from her sleep, groaning softly. Even if she was a heavy sleeper, she could always feel Bucky’s eyes on her, which always seemed to cause a reaction.
“Why do you do that?” she asked, her mouth muffled by the pillow.
“Do what?”
“Stare at me. Especially while I’m trying to sleep. Creepy.” 
He snorted, tilting his head slightly to the side. Adoration displayed on his face. “Why not? You look absolutely radiant.”
Even though her eyes were still closed, she could locate where his bicep was to slap it with her palm. “Fuck off.” 
He chuckled again, knowing that she probably thought of herself to be a mess. She came home late last night from a night out with college friends, and her face hit the pillow before she got to wash off her makeup or shower. 
But she could have green fucking bags under her eyes or giant knots in her hair and Bucky probably would not have given a shit.
He sat up in the bed, leaning his back against the tufted headboard. His hand reached to play with the locks of her hair, twirling pieces around his finger. She hummed.
“I want to make you breakfast this morning. But to be honest I’m still not 100% sure how to use the stove. Why are there weird buttons and shit on it? We used to just turn a knob and a flame would ignite.”
She giggled, her face still in her pillow. Seeming to have woken up a bit more, she turned her head to look at his face. 
“I agree. I miss when technology consisted of tangible objects you could hold in your hand and control. Now everything is floating in the air and holographic and shit”
Placing a kiss on her forehead, he rose from the bed, and put on a pair of sweats that were on the floor right next to his side. His chest was still bare, and his pants hung low on his hips.
“Mmm, I have my meal right here.” She said, blinking at Bucky with a loose smile adorning her features.
Bucky, still slightly uncomfortable with compliments, just blushes and tells her that her joke is dumb before he heads for the kitchen. He thinks about whether he wants to make pancakes or a skillet. He thinks about how lucky he is to have y/n. 
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Bucky was frozen. Standing in Wakanda in what had just been a ravaging battle field, he stood now in silence as his comrades and closest friends withered away into ash. 
Thanos had done it. He had vanished half of the universe’s population with the snap of his finger.
Bucky’s mind instantly drifted to one thing: y/n.
Oh god, what if He had done this to her?
His throat constricted and his stomach twisted at the vile thought. After it seemed like everyone who was destined to be had diminished, and the weight of everything sunk in, he swiftly made his way back to the nearest building, back to wherever the fuck could get him out of there. His eyes looked lost and worried.
“Bucky, what are you-”
“Where is the jet? I need to get-” he paused, his breath quickening as the panic set in his body. “I need to get home.”
Steve instantly understood why Bucky was so urgent in getting back to New York. 
Steve exhaled a breath, as the circumstances and the events that just took place washed over him. The look in his eyes was one of pity and sympathy. He didn’t want to know what it would be like for Bucky to live without y/n.
“C’mon, we’ll go back.”
He placed a hand on the back of his best friend’s back, supporting him. He felt Bucky’s shaking body under his touch. Even over the sound of wails and those in mourning surrounding him, his advanced senses allowed him to hear Bucky’s short, fast breaths and pounding heartbeat.
Searching for the quinjet felt like hours. The plane ride felt like forever.
It landed just outside their home. Living in upstate New York  with virtually no neighbors allowed for open area to safely land. As soon as the bottom of the jet touched the ground Bucky’s feet were running to search for y/n. 
His heart skipped a beat when he noticed a bush and her potted fern were gone, with a small pile of ashes to be all that remained.
The door opened as the technology sensed it was Bucky, and he ran inside without a care of shutting the door. He had to find her. He screamed her name as he entered the home.
Steve waited outside of the quinjet,a sinking feeling in his stomach, as he silently prayed that Bucky finds her safe and sound.
Y/n wasn’t in the living and kitchen area, which is where one first walks in. He then headed for their bedroom, to where he didn’t find her. He checked every room in that wing of the house, his fear growing more and more as every room was found empty.
“No, no, no...” .
The last room was her studio. The door was shut, and he had to take a brief moment before he allowed himself to step foot into the room. As the door creaked open, the sight in front of him chilled him.
Her almost finished painting, a portrait of Bucky, was on the easel in the middle of the room, out looking floor to ceiling windows. Her paint tubes were scattered on the table beside it. Her cup of water was murky as her paintbrush was resting in it. And at the foot of the easel was a pile of hazy brown ashes.
Bucky crumbled. His face contorted, his cheeks stiffened. His lips quivered, and a pool of water collected in his eyes. Steve had come inside to find him here.
Bucky was on his knees as he delicately picked up some of the remains of her. He felt so unbelievably sick. 
His light, his star, was turned into nothing more than a fragile pile of remains. He didn’t even get to hold her one last time, or properly say goodbye.
Steve was horrified. He embraced Bucky, trying to calm him as best as he could. But Bucky had to let this storm out, he needed to feel.
He was trembling in Steve’s arms, the most unhuman and painful sobs coming from his throat. He was utterly broken. 
“What the fuck am I supposed to do without her?”
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5:30 A.M. But Bucky was already awake in his bed, as he was never able to fall asleep. How could he, when all he could imagine was how scared she must of been when she started to wither away, how he wasn’t there to hold her, how he didn’t get to see her one last time, how this monster could have done this.
The light didn’t soak through the curtains, as the clouds shaded the sun’s appearance. The place where she used to lay on his right was cold and untouched by her figure. The pillow was puffed and lonely, as her head was not there to hug it. The room was deadly silent.
He should be hearing the feathered Brady Bunch outside his window, chirping wildly. He should be pretending to be annoyed with it as she laughs at him.
Frightened, Bucky goes to the window and peers to the side where the bird’s nest was. Instead of seeing the normal momma bird with her three babies, he only saw the mom bird. Who did not even chirp for her young ones she lost, but instead was staring at the tiny pile of ashes in her nest, as if she was still in shock.
At the sight, Bucky crumbled, his throat becoming sore as he let out a whimper. Tears flowed down his cheeks, his eyes growing red. It reminded him of the conversation he had with her all that time ago.
As the window was still open, how y/n liked it to be, he pulled up the screen and carefully reached for the bird. The mom looked up at Bucky but did not show a sign of fear nor did she fly away. He gently rubbed the back of his index finger on her head, her eyes closing at the touch.
“I’m so sorry.” he whispered, pulling his hand away to cover his mouth from the noise that threatened to escape him.
The bird nuzzled her face into the ashes of her chicks. 
“I’m sorry” he uttered, looking up at the sky to y/n. He closed his eyes as more tears flowed down his face, his heart aching.
Part Two
//// let me know what you think! i’ll probably make a fluffier part two with the events of endgame :)
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Part 15 - Everything went wrong...
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No one's POV...
"- Until it rips Jotunheim apart.", you heard Loki say.
Wait....what....? You shook your head, saw Loki throwing Thor back and listened again.
"Why have you done this ?", Thor asked.
"To prove to Father that I am the worthy Son. When he awakes, I will have saved his life, I will have destroyed this race of Monsters and I will be true heir to the throne.", he answered.
'Monsters...? So that's how he thinks...huh ? After all I showed him.... He....'
"You can't kill an entire race.", Thor said.
"Why not ?", Loki asked.
He smiled and laughed. He went down the stairs.
"And what is this new found love for Frost Giants ? You. You've killed them all with your bare hands.", Loki said.
"I've changed."
"So have I."
Loki hit Thor with the staff on the cheek. Thor's head snapped at the touch to the left. Loki leaned in and said coldly.
"Now fight me."
And he hit Thor again to the right, this time with all his strength. Thor fell to the ground and Loki was walking on the other side.
"I never wanted the throne ! I only have wanted to be your equal.", Loki said.
"I will not fight you, Brother !!"
"I am not your Brother ! I never was !"
You saw Loki tears near.
"Loki this is madness !"
"Is it madness ?! Is it ? Is it ?!"
Step two, Loki sounds and breaths different and twitches a little here and there...yup one wrong move and he will drop one or two tears... Thor looks at Loki and shuts his mouth.
"What happened on Earth that turned you so...soft ?! Don't tell me it was that woman !"
.....Woman ? ......Soft ? Thor stares at him and again shuts up.
"Oh ! So it was ! Well maybe, when we're finished here...I'll pay her a visit myself !!"
Okay....Loki let a tear slip...And he is fucking mad... Thor had enough and started a battle cry. They fought, dodged and attacked. After some time...Thor flew with Loki through the wall of the capsule. They landed on the rainbowbridge and continued fighting there. Loki tricked Thor with an illusion of himself that he will fall, Thor as dumb as he is...fell for it and Loki attacked him as soon as Thor turned around. Loki made many other illusions of himself and laughed at him, Thor had an outburst with the words 'enough' and threw lightnings everywhere. Loki fell again and Thor put his hammer on his chest. Because Loki isn't worthy, he can't lift the hammer and needed to lay there. Thor tried to safe Jotunheim and the Bifrost. But he couldn't safe both. He needed to get rid of the Bifrost.
"Look at you.", Loki said and Thor turned around to look at Loki.
"The mighty Thor...With all your strength !"
He spoke with hate and jealousy.
"And does it its use now huh ?! UGH !! YOU HEAR ME BROTHER ?! THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO !!!", Loki screamed.
Thor called his hammer from Loki's chest and hits the rainbowbridge. You were shocked. You need to get away from there. You were still on the side of the Bifrost. You ran until you were safe. Loki slowly sat up and looked at Thor shocked. Thor hits a second time and Loki found his voice again, after the sixth hit.
"What are you doing ?!", Loki says.
Thor hits another time.
"IF YOU DESTROY THAT BRIDGE YOU'LL NEVER SEE HER AGAIN !!", Loki screamed at him.
Thor ignored him and hits another time and another, the bridge made now cracking sounds. Loki stood up, grabbed the staff and ran to him. Thor raised his hammer one last time and said...
"Forgive me Jane..."
He hit again and Loki was in the air to stab him. The rainbow bridge exploded and sent them in the air. You ran away more from the falling everdark abyss. You saw them fall and Odin appear. Thor and Loki held the staff, Loki on the end and Thor on the beginning. Odin held Thor onto his boot. You ran to them and exposed yourself again, with a frown. Loki saw your face and knew...you heard and saw everything.
"I could have done it Father ! I could have done it ! For you ! For all of us !"
Odin hesitated before he said softly.
"No, Loki."
You looked at Odin shocked and then back at Loki. He frowned and...What is he doing ? No...
"Loki no..."
He will let go...
"Loki ! Stop !"
He looked at you and stopped his movements.
"I believe you. You could have done it. But this was wrong. Your anger did lead you. I don't hate you, for what you said and did. But please...no matter what you want to do....DON'T LET GO !! THEY WILL FIND AND TORTURE YOU !! JUST LIKE ME !!!"
Loki looked at you with tears.
"Why should I believe you ? You saw and heard everything, but didn't stop us ! You aren't even my friend anymore !", he screamed at you.
"Loki, this will be a big mistake if you do this ! I can bring you everywhere you want, but please...DON'T LET GO !! You ended the friendship not me ! You said I should take my time with chosing and I did ! I am here because I want to try it again ! If you let go, it's your death, silver - tongue ! He knows who you are and what you can do ! He won't fall for your tricks ! Try and he will kill you ! I know it ! I was there 10 years !!"
"And you are still here."
"Because I escaped closely ! Stay. We will find another way !"
There was a long silence. Loki stared into your eyes, then down into the abyss, then back to you. Loki whispered...
"This is my way."
Loki let go of the staff and fell into the hole. Then it disappeared and he with it.
"NOOOOO !!!", Thor and you screamed.
"No...", Odin said.
After that he pulled Thor up and hugged his Son. You were mad, sad and broken. Thor came to you to hug you, you pushed him away.
"Stay away from me !", you screamed and ran to the Palace.
"Luciella !", Thor and Odin screamed after you.
You ignored them. You ran to Loki's chambers, opened his door, went inside and threw the door close, then you locked it. You jumped into his bed and took in his scent he left on the bed sheets. Even if he wasn't in the bed once....it all still smelled like him. You hugged the blanket tightly and hoped he faked his disappearence. As 50 minutes passed and he still didn't came, you knew....he was gone...maybe even forever... You....cried ? Really ? You thought you can't cry anymore... well...you did. They all did. Even Ratchel. You fell asleep after a while and hoped you will never wake up again. 2 hours later, you awoke, because someone knocked at the door.
"GO AWAY !!", you screamed, thinking it was Thor.
"Luciella, my dear. It's me, Frigga. Open the door, please.", Frigga said behind the door.
You moved your hand and unlocked the door. Frigga opened the door, went inside and closed the door again. She went to you and sat down next to you. You hugged the blanket more than before. Frigga smiled softly. She lifted her left hand and stroked your hair.
"I won't take the blanket away from you, don't worry, dear. I wanted to look after you."
"Everything went wrong !", you hit the matress...hard.
Frigga looked at you. She put a spell in the room so nobody can hear you two talking.
"What do you mean ?"
"Loki is now with bad people...And I can't go back there... I don't know where they are and if they still wait for me..."
"What people ?"
"Promise me, you will never tell anyone, even Odin and Thor, what I will tell you."
"I promise, dear. Where is my Son ?"
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(Circus for a Psycho by Skillet)
"At...Thanos....and his 'Children'.", you said the word like it was venom.
"Well...when he has kids... He will surely take care of Loki and bring him back."
"You think so ?! His 'children' are stolen people or even some people who got forced to serve him ! They aren't his real children ! He kills races and takes 1 worthy man, woman or even kid with himself ! He kidnaps, kills, threatens, tortures and he is a psychopath !"
Frigga flinches and lookes at you shocked.
"From where do you know that ?", she asked.
"Easy. I was 10 years there ! They don't stop the tortures and even go so far to raping ! No matter which gender, they do it ! No matter if man and man or woman and woman ! They don't fricking care ! They did that to me ! They firstly start with whipping, then beating you up badly, then they talk shit about your friends, they call you names and if all this doesn't work, they rape you ! Until you break !", you said crying.
The more you said, the more tears escaped you. Frigga looked at you shocked. She slowly wrapped her arms around you and hugged you. You didn't flinch away. You hugged back.
"How long did you make it ?", she asked worried.
"2 whole years and they started to rape me 3 months before I yielded. I couldn't handle it anymore ! I-I-I needed a break ! They did that non stop !"
"Oh my..."
"Do you understand now, why I am so mad and worried about Loki ?!"
"I...I am...", Frigga answered crying.
"Lets hope that he finds a way out with his silver tongue. If not...then he may come back as a psychopath or under some evil control. Or he will never come back and is dead..."
"He will find a way out. I believe in him."
"I do too, but let's face the facts here. Thanos knows him, and not from me. I never told him about Loki, he knew Loki anyways. He knows about his dirty tricks and his lies. He knows his title and Thanos could easily snap his neck in 1000 pieces, if Loki tries something funny."
"Oh my..."
"I am not finished. If you are once on Thanos' side and you fail him on your first mission, he hunts you down, finds you and kills you in the most painful and slowest way he knows. He will make your life hell, if you dare to fail him or even betray him. Loki won't make it, even if he is good in everything...this is a fight he can't win."
"What happened the other 8 years ?"
"I got trained. I studied my magic and can much more than Loki will ever do. I needed to fight and use magic. This all was almost non stop for 4 months then I was like everyone else. One of them, at least I played like one. I trained with more breaks and even had normal food and water. I hoped everyday, Heimdall or someone else of Asgard finds me....but nobody came. Not even Loki. I was so alone...and I almost broke, but Thanos made a mistake. He told me why nobody came for me. Heimdall was blind. On the ship is a spell and that's why nobody found me. After all this time went on and 8 years passed, Thanos wanted to talk to me, about my first mission. He wanted that I kidnap someone..."
Flashback....   Your POV....
"You wanted to talk to me Thanos ?"
"Yes my child. Come here."
I did as I got told.
"I want someone who is unstable, with it's mind. Yes I want you to kidnap someone. This someone is from Asgard. It's a boy. In the future he is very clever, is able to lead an army and is easy to control. We may need 3 days to torture the little boy, but it will work..."
Firstly I thought I knew about who he talked...
"He is a Prince."
I thought it is Thor...
"What's his name ?"
I really thought it was Thor. But it wasn't him....
"It's your childhood friend. Loki Odinson. I want him here in a week. Tomorrow you will search him. And kill the rest of the royal family."
I nodded and played my role.
"As you wish. I shall prepare everything for tomorrow."
I stood up and was on my way out.
"Oh and Luciella ?"
I turned around.
"If you fail me...I need to kill you or punish you very bad. So don't fail me."
I nodded again and went outside. But I never went there. I ran into my room, grabbed my things I needed and used all my power I could to get out of there. I won't kill or kidnap someone. I took a safe - capsule, saw Jotunheim under me, freed the capsule and landed on Jotunheim. I destroyed the capsule and went everywhere. I met Laufey in the end and he kept me alive. We even became friends.
End of Flashback....   No one's POV....
"Since then I never saw Thanos again. He waited. I bet he knew it."
Frigga stared at me.
"He will use Loki for something... He will promise Loki something, Loki will fall for it and gets killed in the end, because of his naivety. I know it. Thanos never holds his word."
"Then it's time you learn how to meditate."
"Meditate ?"
"You can look into the future and maybe it will help you out some times. You can see through someone else's eyes also and hear through someone else's ears. Maybe you get in connection with Loki..."
You thought for a second then nodded.
"Okay. When do we start ?"
"Now."
And with that you started.
Part 16
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of-a-chaotic-mind · 3 years
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One for the Books
Summary: They haven’t even had breakfast yet but Reader can already tell that spending their birthday with their boyfriend Bucky and the other Avengers + Loki will be one for the books.
TW/CW: Bucky Barnes x Reader. Swearing. Reader’s Birthday. No Snap AU bc Thanos can fuck off that’s why.
Requested?: No
Word Count: 1,158
A/N: Ok, I used Google Translate for all the different languages so I apologize if they’re not correct. I saw a thing where someone scolded the other for swearing using, “Language,” so the other character switched languages and repeated it so I thought it would be funny to do that here but use several of the different languages that the team speaks. Anyway, this whole birthday specials thing is just me imagining how I’d spend my birthday with my favorite character from each of the fandoms that I write for. I’m honestly second guessing it but I’m gonna stick with it bc maybe someone will enjoy them. Tomorrow will be Dean Winchester from Supernatural. I’m gonna shut up now. As always, love to all!
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[Um every time he yells in the trailer, I can’t help but think he looks like an angry kitty cat lmao, I couldn’t help but use a gif of it bc he bickers at Sam in this.]
Your POV
    I wake up and rub my sleepy eyes as I glance over at the clock on my side table. The time reads 09:27 and I find it odd that it didn’t go off at 09:00 like I set it to. I think nothing of it and assume that I slept through it as I swing my legs over the side of the bed and sit up. I sit there for a moment before placing the bottoms of my feet against the cold hardwood floor and shuffling to the bathroom. There I empty my bladder, wash my hands, and brush my teeth before turning to my closet to pick out an outfit for today. I find my favorite outfit and get dressed then brush my hair.
    I grab my phone off my side table and then shuffle out my bedroom door and heading to the kitchen. I yawn and stretch as I round the corner and find Bucky, Nat, Sam, and Steve in the kitchen. None of them notice my arrival so I lean against the wall to watch. A banner that says, “Happy Birthday, (Y/n),” is hanging over the dining room table to my right. To my left, Nat is sitting on the island counter in the kitchen and munching on some cereal straight out of the box as she occasionally drops instructions, advice, or comments to the three men bickering over various things. It’s obvious the three of them are trying to cook breakfast and I chuckle at the thought that Nat probably gave up trying to help; there’s surely too many cooks in the kitchen. My lovely boyfriend, Bucky, snips once again at Sam for getting in the way which causes the off-duty Falcon to huff and hop up to sit on the counter with Nat. Steve quietly stirs something at the stove while Bucky grabs a couple cartons of eggs and other various ingredients from the refrigerator.
    I tip toe up behind Sam and Nat and take a seat on one of the barstools that are positioned there on the other side of the island they’re sat on. It takes quite a while before any of them notice me sitting here, though I have a feeling Nat knows but has forgone mentioning my presence. It’s quiet for a few moments aside from Sam and Nat mumbling to each other about who knows what. Then, Sam drops a rather hilarious roast on Steve and Bucky which causes me and Nat to burst into laughter therefore giving away my position.  
    Bucky whips around with spatula still in hand, half forgetting about the eggs in the skillet on the stove and looks at me in surprise. I giggle at the look on his face, “Good morning.”
    Still stirring and paying attention to what I now see is bacon as well as the eggs that Bucky has abandoned to come give me a hug Steve chirps up in response, “Good morning, Happy Birthday!”
    As I’m wrapped in a hug by Bucky and he kisses the top of my head, I hear someone else enter the kitchen behind me who I soon realize to be Banner as he also says his own, “Good morning. Happy Birthday, (Y/n),” before shuffling over to the coffee pot.
    Nat pauses tossing more cereal into her mouth, “Come on, you all sound like robots. Can we get some more excitement and variety?”
    Sam nudges her, “How about this?” before yelling at the top of his lungs, “GOOOOOD MORNING MOTHERFUCKERS! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”
    “Language, but Happy Birthday,” Steve scolds with a hint of amusement in his tone.  
    Tony enters the room, joining Banner at the coffee pot. He pours himself a cup of coffee, takes a sip, sighs in contentment, and then, “Which language would you like? There’s Russian which I’m a little rusty on so Nat correct me if I’m wrong but I’m pretty sure it’s, ‘Dobroye utro ublyudki. S dnem ​​rozhdeniya,’ or maybe French, ‘Bonjour les enculés. Joyeux anniversaire’.”
   “You got it. In Spanish I believe it’s, ‘Buenos días, hijos de puta. Feliz cumpleaños.’ Also, Italian, ‘Buongiorno figli di puttana. Buon compleanno.’ Or perhaps you’d like German, ‘Guten Morgen Motherfucker. Alles Gute zum Geburtstag’,” Nat adds through a fit of laughter.
    Loki is also laughing as he enters the room with Thor right behind him smiling happily, “Norwegian is one of my personal favorites, ‘God morgen jævla. Gratulerer med dagen,’.” Steve glares at us all before going back to the food, with which Sam hops down to help with. Everyone else kind of disperses to do various things until the food is done, still laughing as they go. Bucky takes my hand in his and tugs me to the balcony. He slides the door open and gently pushes me out on to the balcony before stepping out himself and closing the door behind him.  
    He wraps his arms around me again so I return the gesture. He pulls away a few seconds later and kind of looks at me like he’s trying to decide what to say. Finally, he decides, “So, I was going to wait until everyone else gives you theirs too but I can’t wait any longer, I’ve had these for weeks now and I’ve been itching to give them to you.” He pulls something out of his back pocket and holds it out to me. I look at it to find that he’s pulled out two VIP tickets to a concert for my favorite band that’s coming next week.  
    I look back up at him in surprise, “No way! Tickets to this show have been sold out for months and the VIPs have been sold out even longer than that!” I launch onto him and wrap my arms around his neck, “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
    He spins me around a bit before letting my feet touch the ground again, “Happy Birthday, doll,” he presses a quick peck to my lips, “I love you.”
    I giggle, “I love you too, Bucky.”  
    He takes my hand in his once more and pulls me towards the door to go back inside, “Come on, I should get back to the eggs before Sam burns them.” Together, Bucky and I head back inside and I can already tell that this will be a birthday for the books and I can’t wait to see what else the day holds. When we rejoin Steve, Sam, and Nat in the kitchen, I hop up to sit on the counter by Nat.  
    Bucky fusses at Sam about letting him take over the eggs as Nat nudges me, “What do you think about hitting up a Rage Room today and destroying some stuff?”
    I laugh and grin mischievously, “I think that sounds extremely fun.” Yes, this will definitely be a good birthday. Within time, the rest of the team emerges from various bedrooms and soon we’re all gathering around the massive dining room table to have breakfast together.
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thanosskillet · 1 year
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Φοβάμαι πως ακόμα σ’ αγαπώ. Και θα σ’ αγαπώ για πάντα. Δεν είναι επιλογή μου.
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letmewritemylife · 3 years
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The Creator
If you can hold the stars in place…                                                                                                     - Skillet
A/N Here we are again, posting a new “fix-it but not really ‘cause babies still suffer but at least I have the excuse of being an idiot for this being ooc” fic TRIGGER WARNINGS None?
From the moment Scott first explained his plan to bring everyone back to life, Tony had a feeling it would have not worked. He knew it deep in his bones, some sort of sixth sense telling him not to waste time trying. After all, what could one expect from an idea that was based on “Back To The Future”?
Now, as he moves his gaze over the walls covered in shiny crystals and dark stones, Tony is sure that he should have never listened to him. Scott narrows his eyes, staring at a particularly big blue crystal in front of him. “I’m quite sure the quantum realm didn't look like this last time.”
A soft laugh comes from behind them and a man, unusually average-looking compared to the place he’s in, walks up to them. A pair of purplish eyes sets on them, studying each man meticulously as a genuine smile paints on his pale lips. “I’m sorry, Mr Lang, but this is not the quantum realm.”
Steve throws a glance at his surroundings, trying - and failing - to understand where the man came from. “And where are we then?” he asks.
The man walks past them, rubbing his palms against each other, eyes glued to the floor and its myriad of stones. “Dimension Z, as some human once called it.” He turns to them, still not abandoning his welcoming expression that, for some reason, can’t help scaring Tony. “The actual name is another, but it is quite complicated and you would forget it easily.”
“Whatever, who are you and why are we here?” Tony cuts short, eager to get the infinity stones as soon as possible and, hopefully, go back to his family.
“Oh, I forgot to present myself, I apologise. My name… well, a friend of yours tried ‘Jesus’, but it is not very appropriate. On most planets, I am known as ‘The Creator’.” He snaps his fingers and the ground deforms, a table and a set of chairs forming. He gestures at the shining seats with a smile, only continuing his explanation once his guests have sat down.
“I noticed that you Avengers thought about travelling between realities in order to collect the infinity stones and reverse Thanos' snap.” Tony nods, suddenly interested in what the man is saying. “Unfortunately, I cannot allow that, ergo I blocked you and brought you here.” His eyes follow for a moment a lonely butterfly dancing in the air. “Do not worry, your friends are already back on Earth.”
“Listen sir,” Scott attempts, still confused by all he sees around himself. “We have to do this, it’s our only chance to bring everyone back.”
Steve crosses his arms on the table, eyes traveling over the man’s features. “We’ll bring all the stones back, we promise.”
The man lets out a laugh, leaning back against his seat. “Oh, I do not doubt that,” he says, shaking his head. “Trust me, I am the first who wants everything to go back to normal, as normal as it could be in the first place, but the universe is already going through enough.”
Tony looks confused at him, tapping his fingers on the blue surface before him. “What do you mean? It’s been five years, I thought everything had kind of fixed itself, more or less…”
“Absolutely no, Mr Stark. In fact, the universe has never been so tired and damaged like now.” He opens his palm and a flat surface forms in his hands. After cleaning the slab with the back of a hand, he places it in the middle of the table.
Tony’s eyes open wide as pictures appear in front of them. “My duty is merely formal, there are others burdened with the task of protecting realities,” the Creator explains, a soft smile painting his face as the images of two women appear on the screen.
The first woman is meditating, legs crossed in a lotus position. Purple magic dancing around her dark skin, her face writhes into a pained grimace. The Creator’s face darkens, as if sharing that woman’s feelings. “Among the few that survived Thanos, I can still count on the three Enchantresses.”
Scott looks puzzled at the witch, slowly moving his gaze to the other woman beside her. Slightly taller than her colleague and with eyes so green to seem fake, she adjusts a voluminous book on her lap before snapping her fingers, moving a chair right before her friend can hit it when waking from her trance.
“Even though they are among the most powerful magic users in the multiverse,” the man continues, “holding the universe in place with little to no help from others is taking a toll on them.” He turns back to his interlocutors. “If I let you move through realities, you would surely create confusion among timelines. Even if you fixed everything, at least a few beings would escape, giving unnecessary work to those you are seeing.”
Steve nods, eyes glued to the two Enchantresses. He seems convinced, but Tony still has one lingering question. “You said ‘three’, but I only see two women here.”
Every trace of happiness leaves the Creator’s face and he sighs. A movement of his fingers changes the images on the blue tablet.
Now the three Avengers are looking at a white cell, plaster cracking in the corners of the ceiling and the dim light of the LEDs flashing. A lonely figure is curled up in a corner of the room, a mane of messy brown hair sprawled on her white uniform.
The unnatural silence is broken out of the blue,  the woman screaming in pain as her whole body shakes and contorts, tears gathering in her eyes. It takes Tony a moment to recognize her, her pale skin covered in red, deep scars that he didn’t remember being there just a few years before.
“There you have it, your third Enchantress,” the Creator comments, fists clenched and a hint of resentment in his voice.
Scott swallows heavily, unable to move his eyes from the bleeping monitor on Lara’s neck. “Why is she there?”
The man laughs bitterly. “I should be the one asking you that.”
“I still can’t believe you didn’t tell me about Lara!” Tony throws his hands up in the air, screaming right at Steve’s face.
The super soldier sighs, crossing his arms and sharing a quick glance with Natasha. “I didn’t think you’d be interested.”
“Mister Stark, Miss Romanoff, Mister Rogers,” Hayward’s confident voice interrupts them. After nodding in greeting at the three Avengers, the man gestures at his secretary to leave the room. “How may I help you?” he asks. The fake polite smile on his face makes Tony want to punch him.
“Where is Johnson?” Natasha goes straight to the point.
Hayward’s grin widens. “Safely locked in our best cell, you don’t need to worry.”
Tony puts away his sunglasses, sending him the coldest look he can make. “That’s not what I’m worried about.”
Completely missing the point of the other’s comment, Hayward adjusts the sleeve of his jacket and smirks. “Trust me, she’s not getting out anytime soon. Right after her brother and she surrendered-”
“Wait, her brother?” Steve asks.
“Enhanced human too, significantly weaker than her, one year older. He’s been collocated in a common cell beside his sister.” Hayward looks back at Tony, who’s now trying to hide his shaking hands in the pockets of his pants. “However, while he wasn’t almost touched, the witch had to have her powers restrained. For safety, of course.”
A middle aged man in a lab coat coughs behind him. A small badge on his coat shows his name, Doctor Rolland, written in bold characters. “Director,” he says once he’s drawn everyone’s attention, “I’ve completed my examinations. Would you like to see the results right now or…?”
Hayward smirks proudly. “Oh yes, sum them up for our guests, we were just talking about her.” He turns at the Avengers before him. “You won’t mind, right?”
Rolland clears his voice and opens the grey folder he was carrying. After adjusting his thick glasses, he starts reading. “No illness diagnosed, no relevant anomaly in her conditions. The cause of her deteriorated health hasn’t been found. She won’t talk either. The examinations gave no result. I suggest we reduce her energy income to two percent and proceed with more invasive tests.”
Hayward nods. “Of course, go ahead, you’re the doctor.”
But once Doctor Rolland has walked outside, Hayward finds himself pressed against his desk, Tony grabbing him by the lapels of his jacket. “What the hell are you doing to her?” he asks between gritted teeth.
Hayward stutters, throwing worried looks at Natasha and Steve. “She- she never refused-”
“Of course she f*cking didn’t, you’re torturing her.” Tony’s neck reddens and he tightens his grip, his knuckles turning white.
It’s Natasha to intervene, gently moving Tony away. Hayward furrows his brows in offence. “What do you want from me?”
“Lara.” Tony’s voice doesn’t shake in the slightest, his eyes still glued to the other man.
Steve joins in, trying to be an intermediate. “It will be just for a few days and we will respect all protocols.”
Hayward nods, massaging his throat. “And what do you need her for?”
“Reversing Thanos’ snap.”
“I see, but it’s still a no.”
The director is about to walk out of the room, but Tony’s proposal makes him freeze on the spot. “And what if Stark Industries made a good donation to SWORD?”
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Not Without You (Canon-Divergence Stucky Fix-It-Fic)
Four:
Pulling into the field, Steve stopped his motorcycle. Behind him, he could hear the gravel crunching beneath the van's tires. Slowly, Scott approached Steve's hidden camp. So slowly that Steve impatiently waved his hand as though he was trying to guide him; when really Steve just wanted him to hurry up.
Should've let Cassie drive, Steve couldn't help but think when Scott finally put the van in park.
"So, what's the plan?" Cassie asked, hopping out of the van before Scott even cut the engine. Again, straight to the point. Just the way Steve preferred.
Steve shrugged while Scott quietly rushed, "Peanut, you can't just demand things from Captain America like that." Turning an apologetic eye to Steve, he defended, "She's new to all this."
"It's alright," Steve reassured before honestly answering the teen, "I'm not really sure. I didn't think I'd get this far."
"You traveled all the way to San Francisco without having a plan?" Cassie blinked incredulously at him. Shaking her head, she mumbled, "And here I was thinking you were the, Star Spangled Man With a Plan."
Huffing out a small good-humored scoff, Steve glanced over his shoulder to watch as she approached the pop-up camper. Simply looking over the small trailer vehicle without attempting to climb inside. Scott paused next to Steve and kindly assured, "We can come up with something."
Glancing over at the man, Steve couldn't help the small tick to his lips as he gestured for him to lead the way. As they joined Cassie at the camper, Steve opened the door, allowing them to enter first. Cassie gladly accepted the offer and climbed inside. Instantly moving towards the back and examining the interior and the minimal way Steve lived.
Peeking into the small bathroom. Looking over the messy evidence board on the wall next to his bed. Lifting her hand to follow the different colored yarn connecting pictures of those taken, to detailed articles, to cards of people who might've been able to help come up with a solution.
Not that it did any good. Not before San Francisco, at least.
Scott climbed in next and noticed the mini-fridge. Eagerly, he questioned, "Do you have food? I'm starving!"
"I have some leftovers," Steve offered, climbing inside and closing the door behind himself. Self-deprecatingly, Steve warned, "I'm not the best though. So, it'll probably taste like a gym sock."
"I think you underestimate just how hungry I am, Cap," Scott replied, opening the compact fridge and removing a blue container.
Awkwardly standing there, Cassie finally asked, "Is there some place to sit? Or…?"
Steve's eyes followed hers over to his unmade bed, and he blushed as he crossed the small area to the bed. Reaching for the handle in the storage area below, he pulled out one of the benches and waved his hand for her to sit. Pulling another handle, he revealed a hardwood table top, in which Cassie immediately rested her elbows on.
Pulling out the other bench, Steve stood there for another moment as he wondered, "Are you hungry?"
"Depends," Cassie quirked a brow, watching as her father popped the safe container into the microwave.
"Well," Steve chewed on the inside of his lower lip as he offered, "If you don't want leftovers, I think that I have some tofu that I could fry up."
Surprised, Cassie smirked, "Captain America is a vegetarian?"
"Bucky is," Steve conceded with a small smile. Then, he remembered that Bucky wasn't just a Skype call away. He wasn't anywhere or anything away. Clenching his jaw, Steve quietly corrected, "Was."
Pressing her lips together, she dropped her eyes to the table. Steve didn't miss the sympathy painted on her face though. But he wasn't going to voice his appreciation. Instead, he continued, "I know how to fry 'em just right so they taste just like chicken nuggets."
"Just like chicken nuggets?" Cassie feigned suspicion as she playfully admitted, "I don't believe it."
"Then, I guess I'll just have to make 'em and have you see for yourself," Steve grinned, stepping around Scott to grab a skillet from the overhead cupboard.
As he reached for the vegetable oil beneath the sink and the prepared tofu from the fridge, the microwave beeped. Instantly, Scott pulled out the heated dish and started shoveling the hot food into his mouth. Closing his eyes, he groaned and informed Steve, "This is heaven."
"I don't think anyone's ever said that about my cooking before," Steve chuckled to himself as he started heating the oil on the small hob.
"They really should," Scott praised around a mouthful of leftover vegan chili. Taking the seat across from Cassie, Scott reached over with his free hand and gave hers a comforting squeeze.
Steve tried not to encroach on their moment, and instead focused on his task at hand. Steve was good with tasks. They gave him a purpose. And Steve desperately needed a purpose. Even if it was simply making food.
Once Scott polished off the mock-meat dish, he placed the empty container in the small sink. Taking his seat again, he blurted, "What the hell happened?"
Plating the fried tofu bites, Steve blew out a puff of air before answering, "Thanos happened."
"Thanos?" Scott asked, looking across the table to Cassie who simply shrugged as she popped one of the crispy squares into her mouth.
"An interstellar tyrant who's mission was, 'fair genocide,'" Steve explained, leaning against the counter. Crossing his arms, he set his gaze on the middle-distance and thickly swallowed, "And he succeeded. He wiped out half of all existence."
"More than half," Cassie quietly added. Keeping her own eyes on her food as she clarified, "They don't take into account all the preventable deaths caused by accidents."
"More than half," Steve amended, glancing at the teen before looking down at his feet.
"Jesus," Scott breathed. Aloud, he wondered, "How?"
"He fashioned a gauntlet to hold the infinity stones," Steve informed emotionlessly. He explained, "They're pure energy and whoever welds them are the epitome of powerful. With a snap of his fingers --" Steve snapped for added effect "-- he did exactly what he set out to do."
After a moment of silence, Scott asked, "What do we do now?"
Steve smirked, "Was hoping you'd know what to do."
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areiton · 4 years
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christmastime (not in the city) 2/12
12 Days of Christmas - Day the Second 
Day 1 
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Read on AO3 
~*~ 
After Thanos--the world was a mess. 
There were suddenly billions back from the dead, and it didn't actually fix anything. They restored the universe, but there were still problems, still giant holes and a mess of issues to sort through. 
Tony didn't. 
Tony spent six months with Extremis pumping through his veins, rewriting his code, suspended in Helen Cho's Cradle and when that wasn't enough, shoved into a slow cryo that didn't quite stop his recovery--but held him in stasis while he finished recovering. 
When he woke up, the world was stumbling along, Rhodey was being sworn in as Vice President, and Steve Rogers had been missing for almost five months. 
Bucky Barnes, though--Bucky sat at his bedside with an oversized scifi and a bad cup of coffee and he never left. Even when Tony woke up and was grumpy and bitching about being released, he never left. He stayed, more than anyone else could. 
The world needed Rhodey and Pepper, needed Sam and even Peter--but Bucky was one of the ones who existed in between, not quite needed, unless the world was actively ending. "No where else I need to be," he said, a smile twisting his lips a little "Nothin' else I'm real qaulified for but lookin' after self-sacrificial idiots." 
In the end, Bucky stayed because he was just as stubborn as Steve Rogers and because Tony was too tired to argue. 
~*~ 
Bucky stayed, and it was Bucky at his side, when the doctors told him that as good as Extremis and the Cradle were--they couldn't do any more for his arm. 
It was Bucky who sat next to him when Tony went quiet and silent, staring at the dead limb, his fingers twisted and unmoving. 
"I can't feel them," he said and Bucky twitched a little. "I don't--it doesn't even feel like mine." 
"Then don't keep it," Bucky said, and he was the only one willing to say that. It dragged Tony's gaze to him, wide and wild. "That--that's just a piece of dead meat. You'd never keep the arc reactor if it was dead, would you?" Bucky said, his voice a sharp challenge. 
Tony blinked at him, and he put his left hand on the bed, the plates shifting and whirring, familiar and comforting. "You don't need that," he said. "And as long as you cling to something as dead as that--you can't move forward." 
Tony stared at him, tears in his eyes and two days later--he asked for an amputation. 
~*~ 
They held onto each other. 
Even when Tony was discharged, even when he'd fit himself with a thinner, lighter arm in red and gold, long delicate fingers that could dance over circuitry even better than his flesh hand, even when he stopped waking, screaming, reaching for the burning stump of his arm. 
Even then, Bucky stayed and they held onto each other. 
Rhodey, when he pried himself away from DC, eyed Bucky asleep on the couch and offered Tony an arched eyebrow, all curious judgement. 
"He has nowhere to go," Tony says. "And I have no-one to stay." 
Something like regret flickered in Rhodey's eyes, and Tony shook his head. "It's fine, honeybear. Go save the world. We're ok." 
~*~ 
They were. 
They were friends, something closer than that, something that sang to Tony like Jarvis did--like Rhodey and Pepper still do, like family. 
And then, thirteen months after he stepped into the past, Steve Rogers came home. 
~*~ 
Bucky leaving when Steve came home was the hardest thing to adjust to. 
There was a space that Bucky hadn't been able to fill, that Tony never wanted him to fill--and now, Bucky was gone and there was a Bucky shaped hole in his life. 
Steve came back, full of grief and memories and a life he wouldn't talk to them about and Bucky left, and for the first time since Thanos--Tony felt lost. 
Adrift. 
"Do you love him?" Steve asks, one day when he finds Tony wrapped up in Bucky's blanket, tears dripping down his nose. 
"Of course, I do," Tony says, and it's a little shocked, a lot defensive. "I love him like I love Rhodey and Happy, like a brother, Steve. He--we didn't have you. All we had was each other and we were ok, because we did have each other." 
"Then why did he leave?" Steve asks, gently. 
~*~ 
They never talk about it, after. 
Steve calls Peter and the kid drops into the cabin, all babble and brightness while Steve vanishes on his bike and comes back, dusty and tired, and riding behind him, face tucked against Steve's shoulder is Bucky. 
They don't talk about it, but Tony wobbles, and Peter's arm steadies him, something both super soldiers track before Steve nudges Bucky into the cabin. 
Later, Bucky pads into the living room where Tony is sitting, curled in Steve's lap in the dark, his wet hair staining his shirt dark, pale toes peeking out of the hem of his pants. 
He hesitates, for a moment, seeing them, and Tony says, "Your spot is still open, Red October. And my toes are cold." 
Something life relief flickers in Bucky's eyes, and a smile licks at the corner of his mouth and he drops onto the end of the couch, and Tony shoves his toes under his thigh, sighing happily. 
"You belong here," Steve murmurs, later, when Tony is almost asleep in his lap, happy and surrounded by his arms and Bucky's presence. "With your family." 
"I don't wanna get in the way." 
Tony grumbles and kicks Bucky weakly and Steve laughs, a silent rumble under his cheek and he peeks up to see Bucky's smile, soft and pleased. 
~*~ 
He stays, after that. 
~*~ 
There is this, now, what he never expected. 
Coffee flavored kisses and Steve, pink and smelling of shower and wind, in the morning, in his bed. 
And Bucky, frowning at the bacon and stirring a giant skillet of eggs and grinning at Tony, metal clinking against metal, when Bucky hands him his coffee, and he sips it and smiles, pleased his family is close.
Day 3
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mcgrathandwives · 5 years
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Reunited.
Request: hmmm what about a Wanda one? Before the first snap reader was badly injuried and Wanda didn’t get to know if reader made it Wanda turned to dust during the snap? And they get reunited after the battle against Thanos army when the snap is reversed? Maybe Wanda couldn’t find reader at first so she was heartbroken thinking she didn’t make it but then they get reunited and a bit of fluff because we deserve it 😌
Word count: 3815ish- and a whole week of writing and rewriting to finally finish🙌🏻
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader
Warnings: !!!ENDGAME SPOILERS!!!, angst with a fluffy part to it.
Tags: @mahvericks
Disclaimer:
~*I DON'T OWN MARVEL OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS!*
~i changed a few things in regards to the movie but THERE IS STILL SPOILERS~
-I WENT OVER THE TOP WITH THIS. IM SORRY.
-i haven't proof read it yet and will be asleep by the time it comes out. SORRY IN ADVANCE
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Being out on the field always brought the chance of getting hurt. It doesn't matter where or who you're fighting, the chance of losing is always high. This time was no different.
The only level in the playing field was nobody knew their enemy.
You'd been training your entire career for this moment, not that you planned on spending your possible last days fighting off aliens, threatening to destroy the universe but every job has a madman and this job was never short of them.
Sam's voice broke through the coms. "We have a Vision situation." Everyone tried to break from the fight to help him but there was just so many to fight off. Natasha was by your side instantly, Wanda and Okoye were quick to follow, the four of you fighting off anything that so much as flinched in your direction.
It was successful, well as far as you could see but the risk of getting hurt still stood.
If you hadn't collapsed to your knees you would've insisted you were fine, but with your skin burning and your injury showing now sign of stopping, Wanda, your girlfriend grabbed you, pulling you into her side and retreating to the lab.
You lay in Shuri's lab. Wanda waited until she knew you were settled, you lost a drastic amount of blood, barely conscious, she leaned over to kiss your forehead. The fight outside caught her attention, Vision needed help, she couldn't do much for you other than wait, but the others needed her. She had to destroy the stone. Grasping your hand in hers, she promised to see you soon, after Shuri reassured her you were in safe hands.
Shuri, quickly got to work trying to stabilize your wounds.
There was one piece left to do.
Just one more strip of soaked bandage to cover your cut. You had regained consciousness not too long before.
"Here we go!" She placed her hands on your hot skin, to help steady you, as her other hand got to work laying the last bandage. You felt the pressure release quickly, opening your eyes to thank Shuri for her work, you were met with a scared look in her eyes.
"Tell my broth-" Before she could even finish the sentence she was turned to dust. Panic washed over you, Shuri and the guards were missing, not a soul in sight.
Once you made it to the battlefield you were met with Natasha and the others, you did everything you could to see if you could find your girlfriend but you couldn't place her anywhere. Not a sight of her red attire or her brown waves.
Nat walked over to you, defeat in her eyes. She placed an arm on your shoulder- you knew this move all too well, you had done it a million times before. Tears brimmed your eyes, threatening to fall. She never had to say anything the look on her face was enough.
"No!" You fell to the ground, Nat collapsed with you, holding you as you cried.
After a few days a global census was conducted, taking a record of those who were lost. Pictures of fallen Avengers flashed across the screen. Your heart broke with every photo, like Natasha, you joined the team with nothing other than the intention of making up, or at least trying to make up, for your past. Now? After years of spending everyday with these people, they’ve become the only family you’ve ever known, and now they’ve been ripped away from you.
Tony was still missing, Pepper said something about him being in space. She hasn't said much else apart from begging FRIDAY for updates but, nothing. Nobody could reach Barton, according to Rhodey the farm was empty and all of Barton's gear was missing. Not a single person knew what was going on, the world hard erupted into chaos and the Avengers were at a stand still.
Breaking off to do their own thing, everyone could be found scattered around the complex. Steve spent most of his time helping Pepper as best he could. It distracted him more than it helped her but they needed this.
Nat set out to find you. You’d barely spoke a word since you flew back from Wakanda. Choosing to confine yourself to the training room to release the anger you felt, or your bedroom to just cry.
She finally found you in your room, lost in your own world, starting at pictures of Wanda. There was no way she could be gone. She couldn’t just be wiped out of existence, that wasn’t the plan. It was never the deal.
You were used to feeling emotions, a few emotions at a time but not this. Not a block of emotions, crashing at you all at once.
“So are you going to try eating something? Or?”
“I’ll get something later.” The redhead’s eyes never left you. "What about some sleep?" She’s been trying for days to bring you back to reality, offering to train with you, crawling into bed beside you just so you knew someone was there, her efforts were always met with silence or a cold stare. Just like she was now.
She knew you were grateful for them. She did, but you were so focused on yourself that you hadn’t spared a thought to how she was dealing with any of this.
You drifted off at some point, you weren’t entirely sure when. It had been the only sleep you got since the snap, you woke up curled into Nat’s side. Fresh tear tracks stained your face, you were met with her soft green eyes. “Feel better?” You only hummed, still too tired to fully comprehend your surroundings. Having the assassin around wasn't the worst, you'd really taken to Natasha, having both come from similar backgrounds and fairly similar skillets. Truth be told she's like an older sister to you.
At first Wanda would get jealous of how close you were with Nat, she couldn't help it. There was certain things you both did together that nobody, not even Clint could be apart of. You both trained together, you went to Nat for advice, you went to her on your bad days. That was until you allowed your walls to come down with Wanda.
Nat watched with pride as yours and Wanda's relationship blossomed. She helped plan dates for you both, she always plays peacekeeper if either of you were arguing.
A rumbling came from outside, pulling everyone out of the complex. A glowing figure carried a ship, she turned to face everyone explaining she was Fury's backup and that she'd brought a few stragglers with her. As soon as the blue body, who you learned quickly was Nebula- a member of Rockets ragtag team, moved to the side, she revealed a fragile looking Tony. Relief washed over the remaining Avengers and Pepper, she finally said more than two words. Once Tony was stabilized, everyone stood around explaining the events of Thanos. The glowing, blonde- Carol, was game and geared to fight. Rhodey questioned her, but she had a certain stance that made you like her. She reminded you of Nat when you first met.
Tony took a turn for the worst, having to be sedated due to his weakened condition. Pepper stayed by his side whilst Nebula explained Thanos' plan. Everyone was more than ready to bring the fight to him, after what he did here, he deserved it. You had the upper hand in this situation. How could it possibly go wrong?
Sharing a look with Natasha, "Any chance to bring the others back." She nodded knowing your intentions. As you came up to the planet, Nebula called 'The Garden' you awaited further instruction from the others, Natasha watched you closely, worried your emotions would get in the way. Once given the all clear by Danvers, you set to work.
The steps to Thanos' hut were daunting to say the least, Carol, Nebula and Thor restrained him as Steve took a look around. Your eyes scanned the room, looking for any sign of the gauntlet, what you were met with was your heart shattering once again. Everyone's voices were muffled, all you could see was red. "The stones destroyed themselves." Echoed through your clouded thoughts.
'There's no way to bring her back.'
'Nothing can be done.'
'She's really gone.'
'She's….gone.'
So you threw yourself at the Titan, you knew nothing you could do would make him flinch but that's not the point. You can't bring Wanda back now, there's nothing left to fight for. It took Steve and Natasha to pull you away, struggling to hold you in their grasp. Before you broke free Thor, had already beheaded Thanos and for the second time in days, you collapsed to the floor with Nat by your side.
×××
Days turn to weeks, weeks turn to months and months turn to years.
Five to he exact. Five years since you last heard her voice.
Five years since you last held her hand, or kissed her forehead. Five years since you last showed her how much you love her. Five years of coming and going to the support groups Steve drags you along to. Five years since you move in and out of the complex, mostly staying around so Natasha won't get lonely.
In that time your scars had just about become invisible to the naked eye, it’s been nothing but a constant reminder of that day. The day you lost everything. Over the last five years, you developed a friendship with Danvers, welcoming her to the weird little makeshift family. Wanda always used to say your family was: 'never big but there was always room to grow'.
"I miss you." The silence of Wanda's empty room greeted you back. Muffled noises came from the room down the hall, you knew it was Nat, it had been a few weeks since you last saw her. Every time you leave you find yourself fighting to go further than the last but you never could. A part of you always stayed hopeful that one day, just one day, you'd be reunited with Wanda.
"I'll see you next week?" Natasha's voice carried several weights of emotion, all indicating that she was exhausted. Her posture sharing more of an indication that she had slept in that chair again. Monitors lined the room, the lines from Wakanda, Rockets ship, Rhodey and Danvers all open. As you walked into sight, Carol apologised once more for having to delay her return, the effects of the snap finally catching up to the other planets. The other all bid their goodbyes, Carol hung around a little, just to get a look at you. She'd missed you on her last visit and couldn't for the life of her get in contact with you. "Y/l/n!"
"Danvers. Be careful out there." Carol offered you a warm but short smile, "Always." With that she ended her call, leaving only Rhodey, with an update on Barton.
It took everything in you not to roll your eyes, it killed you knowing he was out there, somewhere, making a difference. It was a mess but it was still a difference. Natasha had you under lock and key for a year when you mentioned following in Clint's footsteps.
Both of you sat in a comfortable silence, this was your life now.
"Can you only make Peanut butter sandwiches?"
Her laugh followed suit quickly. She'd be lying if she said she had a stable diet these days. "What do you suggest we make instead Y/n?" Before you could answer Rogers, had appeared. Clearly just back from one of his groups, you never spoke to him, you barely acknowledged his presence with a hum.
Zoning out whenever Natasha and Steve got into the thick of it had become habit. Natasha was always playful and Steve, well Steve's always been by the book and by the book you mean his own. A flicker came across the screen, you thought you were seeing things. That can't be live.
The other two were slow to notice, "Guys! Scott Lang's at our front door!"
Lang had explained his situation, you tried to keep up but you couldn't. He spoke in what could only be described as broken science. He sounded like Tony and Bruce after six too many tequilas. You only caught certain parts of the conversation with your limited knowledge of science stuff- it was never really your thing. "Wait time travel?"
The four of you found yourself walking down the path to a familiar cabin. You snuck away from the complex to here far too many a time. Pepper always had the spare bedroom made up for you and place at the table. "Y/n!" Small arms wrapped around your legs and a smile broke across your face, "Hey kiddo." Tony's daughter was the only good thing to come out of the snap.
She was brilliant, just like her parents and she was cute, just like her mom. It's safe to say she's going to be a real heartbreaker. You excused yourself from the group offering Tony a side hug as you passed him, Morgan was already dragging you inside.
×××
You opted to stay with the Starks for the evening, your hopes were too high for this to go wrong. Overhearing Tony brought you a sense of both pain and comfort. The idea was far fetched, even you knew that but if there was ever going to be a human being on the earth that solved the theory of time travel it was Stony Stark. "I'm just curious Y/n." Before you retreated to your room, you turned to him "Just, please don't get my hopes up Stark."
You awoke to the sounds of Morgan banging on your door. Before you could make it down the last step, Tony had already thrown sweats at you. "Put them on we've got a mission."
"You mean." Shock took over your system, "You mean we have a chance?" The smile on Peppers face was enough of an answer for you.
Tony tried to explain it in during the car ride, he even dumbed it down but nothing made sense. "Basically because I said no, they'll go to Banner and he'll get it right but still be missing that one piece and that, Y/n, that one piece is right here in my pocket."
Once you both arrived you made a b line for Natasha. Who then made herself scarce to find Clint. The rest of the team were called in, suited and booted. Just waiting for the test run to be a success.
Barton walked through the door, he looked dark, almost drained. He offered to test out the devices and came back with enough evidence to full your fire.
The only challenge left was placing the correct time to collect the stones. You stayed behind, keeping an eye on controls. It was the longest minute of your life, you had no idea if it would work without any hiccups.
'Sixty seconds. That's all it takes.'
Biting your nails out of anxiousness, you waited. 'Thirty seconds.'
'Ten.'
'Five.'
'One.'
Everyone returned, a little dirty but all in one piece. Each of them carrying a stone and a smile. Part one of the mission finally complete.
The second part however was slightly more challenging. The guys argued over who should be the one holding the gauntlet.You took a minute to yourself, the reality of it finally hitting you.
This was it.
The chance you’ve hoped for, for the last five years. It’s here. Wanda could be home, the others, everything you lost could be back, just from a snap, they had decided on the one to wear the gauntlet would be Banner. Tony reached out signalling you to get behind him, Natasha and Clint at your sides. Nat’s hand found yours, giving it a tight squeeze as Bruce snapped his fingers.
You watched in horror as coloured veins ran across his arm and up his neck, he let out a cry. Squeezing Natasha’s hand harder.
Nothing had noticeably changed, well, Bruce has a few burns but they’ll heal, Clint followed Scott out of the lab, you waited anxiously for their return. “GUYS! I THINK IT WORKED!” Lang’s voice echoed throughout the complex. A cheer broke out within the group, Natasha pulled you into her. The moment, was quickly ruined when loud explosions rang in your ears, the ground sank from under you, pulling you under along with Natasha and everything went black.
×××
Your body was shaking, you felt a pressure on your arm and ribs and someone calling your name softly, it slowly got louder. “Y/n! Get up. We have to move, the compound’s been hit!” As your eyes opened, Natasha slowly came into view. “Wh-what happened?”
“We’ve been hit, Thanos is here. We need to move.” Grabbing your hand she pulled you up, quickly you dusted yourself off. A sharp pain shot up your leg, you quickly brushed it off. If Thanos was here again, you weren’t going to miss your shot at him, you’ve had five years to prepare for a threat like him again and this time you were ready. Nat lead the way, through the rubble, eventually you made your way to the surface.
Ruins surrounded you, smoke and fire could be seen in the distance, Steve’s body lay in heap. Thanos’s ship floated in the sky, whilst he stood about twenty feet away, staring at the destruction around him. Your face hardened as you reached for your batons, Steve stood up, his shield cracked. Sharing a look with you and Natasha, the three of you ready to take on the army. Your coms were muffled, but you could hear a distinct voice. “On your left.” A smile broke out on your face, it was Sam. Slowly golden, orange portals opened, the first to walk through was T’Challa, Shuri and Okoye. Within minutes, everyone appeared, Spiderman, the armies of Wakanda, Rocket’s crew, Asgardians, Pepper even flew in. The army surrounding you soon took over you line of sight, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t see Wanda anywhere. You weren’t sure what happened but it was enough to light a spark in you.
“AVENGERS!” His voice strong and loud, everyone got into their positions. “Assemble!” As soon as Steve took off running, you weren’t too far at his heels.
You had one sight in mind and it was Thanos. Taking out targets left, right and centre. He took her from you. So he was going to feel everything you had to throw at him. You didn’t care if you died trying. You had to get your hands on him. The battlefield was intense, bodies flew through the air and littered the ground. Every step you took was marked on the ground. As you inched closer a familiar red glow caught your eye. Wanda.
She stood face to face with the Titan, as you grew closer you could hear his armour crush and crack. He commanded his ship to start shooting up the field. Before you could try to reach Wanda, Thanos threw her backwards in your direction. She felt her body connect with something before feeling herself bounce off concrete. Quickly she rose up, brushing herself off. Turning to see who she hit, her eyes were met with your bruised face. "Wanda?" Your voice barely above a whisper. She just stared at you.
She's here. "Y/n? I couldn't see you, I thought- I thought I lost you?" Tears poured down your face as she threw herself on you, in a suffocating grip. Almost as if she didn't believe you were stood in front of her. Alive.
"Please tell me I'm not dreaming." She pulled away gently, resting her forehead against yours. Your hand reached up to caress her cheek, your thumb ghosting over her cheekbone, for the first time in five years she was In front of you. She leaned in, stopping half way, her eyes danced across your face, searching for any sign of discomfort. You leaned in, capturing her in a  soft kiss. It never lasted long, mostly because of the current battle taking place around you, but also partly because you couldn't wrap your head around her being there with you.
The fight lasted not too long after, with Peter's help and the rest of the women, the gauntlet fell into the hands of the one person we needed it to. Tony. He snapped his fingers and slowly Thanks and his army turned to dust. For the first time in five years you could stop and breathe, without feeling like you were suffocating. As everyone crowded around Tony. Making your way over to Wanda, her arms instantly finding your neck, she pulled you in for another kiss, her hands tangling in your hair, whilst yours roamed over her.
Tony was sent to Wakanda, courtesy of Dr Strange, where Bruce and Shuri quickly got to work along with some guided help from Strange himself. T'Challa welcomed everyone back to Wakanda for a well deserved break.
×××
You got hang out with the new Avengers and caught up with the others. Once things started to settle down, you excused yourself from the group. Both Nat and Carol shared a look, trying to work out who should follow you, but Wanda bet them to it. She found you staring out one of the windows. "Are you okay my love?" Her voice startled you. However you stayed silent, waiting for her to wrap her arms around your waist. Her head rested on your shoulder. You felt her squeeze you tighter. Neither of you spoke a word, just enjoying each others company. "I missed this." Tears began to well in your eyes. "I had no idea if we'd get you back. We tried everything for years, we never stopped." Wanda's hands slid down to your hips, turning you around to face her. Both of you crying. "I tried everything I could to get back to you my love."
For the first time in five years you allowed yourself to feel everything and just let it out. Crying into Wanda's shoulder and her in yours. After you dried your tears, she grabbed your hands, entwining your fingers, she leaned over, close enough for your noses to touch. "I love you Y/n." Freeing one of your hands you brought it up to cup her cheek, "I love you too Wanda." Just as you were leaning in to kiss your girlfriend, Carol and Natasha came bursting through the doors, wrecking your moment, before drunkenly apologizing and sneaking back through the doors. Wanda couldn't help herself from laughing at the pair. The only words she spoke were, "Somethinga never change." Before pulling you into a heated kiss.
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