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not the anon who rq for lap sitting with spencer but i think it would be soooo cute if he volunteers to be one of the mascots at henry's or jack's bday party and bau!reader is known for her art so she does spencer's face paint and the most convenient position is sitting on his lap sjshjshsksbsjwb bonus if spencer's all flustered and the other members are teasing him in the background hehehehe

face-painting — spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader ( no use of y/n ) content warnings: reader sits in spencer's lap, teasing from the team ( mostly morgan though ) a/n: haiiiii !!! love love this idea <3

“So… you’re being forced by a bunch of little kids to get your face painted?” you asked, biting back a laugh as you glanced up at Spencer from the patio couch.

His hands were stuffed into the pockets of his slacks, his shoulders slightly hunched with embarrassment. “They want me to match their face paint,” he muttered, cheeks pink, eyes shifting toward the garden where the group of children were still running around, giggling and showing off their newly painted faces.

You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped you. The table in front of you was cluttered with little pots of paint. You’d been painting faces all afternoon: butterflies, pirate scars, superheroes, and rainbows. And apparently, Spencer’s magic tricks had been such a hit that the kids had decided he had to look the part too. Jack had practically dragged him over, already rattling off ideas—“A rocket! No, a dragon! Or stars, like a whole galaxy!”

And now here Spencer was, sitting awkwardly on the edge of the couch beside you, brushing invisible lint from his pants in a futile effort to distract himself from the fact that you were about to get very, very close to his face.

You smiled gently, sensing his nerves. He was always a little shy with you, which only made him more endearing. “How about I paint a couple stars and moons? A little night sky?” you suggested, glancing down at your palette to check the colors. Yeah, you had enough gold, silver, and a touch of glitter for good measure.

You looked back up at him, waiting. “Sound okay?”

Spencer nodded, his smile small. “Sounds good,” he said, voice a little tight with nerves.

You scooted a bit closer, grabbing one of the thinner brushes and dipping it into the dark blue paint. “This okay?” you asked softly, your fingers brushing under his chin to tilt his face toward the light.

He blinked at you, the contact sending a small shiver through him. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “Yeah, that’s okay.”

You started painting the side of Spencer’s face. But the paint didn’t cooperate. The lines smeared slightly, too thick in one spot, too thin in another. You paused, pulling your hand back with a quiet sigh.

“Something wrong?” Spencer asked, eyes flickering to you. He was already struggling to keep his heart rate under control. But the moment you pulled away, he missed your warmth immediately.

You glanced at him, a little sheepish. “Can I… um, can I sit in your lap?”

“What?” he said, too loudly, staring at you with wide, startled eyes and parted lips. His entire body went rigid, and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing at his expression.

“I’m struggling a bit here,” you explained, pointing to the faint, imperfect line near his temple. “The curving’s all weird, and it’s bothering me. I need a better angle.” You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, suddenly aware of how bold the request might have sounded. “That okay with you?”

Spencer’s mind went completely blank. Sitting in his lap? You? He didn’t trust his voice not to crack or betray just how deeply he wanted that, so instead he gave a small nod. “Mhm.”

Your face lit up as you motioned with your hands for him to lean back against the patio couch. Spencer obeyed silently, straightening his spine and pressing his back against the cushions. You gathered the colors you needed, setting the tiny pots of paint carefully beside him on the couch. Hotch’s furniture did look suspiciously expensive, and you weren’t about to risk staining it with navy blue and glitter dust. Once everything was in place, you stood up, then slowly lowered yourself into Spencer’s lap, your knees bracketing his hips.

He went completely still beneath you. Spencer was desperately trying to focus on anything except the feeling of you in his lap. He began reciting the digits of pi in his head. Anything to keep his brain from short-circuiting.

You picked up the brush again. “Okay?” you asked gently, glancing down at him.

He nodded again. “Yeah,” he said softly, and you noticed the red creeping up his neck.

You dipped the brush into yellow and guided his face toward the light. As you started painting the little star onto his temple, you caught him awkwardly shifting his hands, unsure where to place them, what to do with them. Without thinking, you reached for one of his hands with your free one, guiding it gently to your waist. You felt his breath hitch as your fingers closed around his. Then, just as calmly, you took his other hand and placed it around your hip.

“There,” you said simply, giving him a reassuring smile before returning to your work. “That’s better.”

Spencer didn’t say anything. He just sat there, heart pounding and hands on your hips. He didn’t know how he’d gotten so lucky, how this strange, magical afternoon had brought you here, in his lap, painting stars on his skin.

You weren’t even halfway through painting the first yellow star when you heard Morgan’s voice from behind. “Well, would you look at that?” he drawled, loud enough for everyone on the patio to hear. He followed it with a whistle.

You didn’t bother turning around. Spencer, however, went beet red. His ears flushed a deep crimson as he stiffened slightly beneath you.

“Go away, Morgan,” you mumbled, leaning in closer to steady your brush. Your breath brushed against Spencer’s temple, and he closed his eyes instinctively, trying not to melt under the warmth of it. Your free hand rested gently on his cheekbone, thumb unconsciously stroking his skin.

Morgan chuckled, clearly enjoying himself a little too much. “Looking good, Van Gogh,” he said, nodding toward the star you’d just finished.

“Thank you,” you replied dryly, still not sparing him a glance. Your thumb moved over Spencer’s cheek again, softer this time, as if to silently say don’t mind him.

Behind you, Morgan’s footsteps retreated, only to be replaced by the Garcia chiming in with a dramatic gasp and a delighted, “Oh my God, they’re adorable.” The sound of giggles and gossip followed as the rest of the team began sneaking glances your way.

Spencer tensed slightly. “Don’t mind them,” you mumbled, as you dipped your brush into silver. “They’re just jealous because you’re the one getting stars and moons painted on your face.”

That got a laugh out of him. One that made your heart flip. “Yeah, sure. I can totally picture Rossi sitting down for face paint,” he muttered, eyes closed now, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

You grinned, grateful he was loosening up. “Hey, you never know. I could do an Italian flag on his face. I bet he’d secretly love it.”

Spencer laughed quietly at that, and his hands, still resting on your hips, gave a gentle squeeze. One of his thumbs began rubbing small circles against your side, a subconscious gesture that made your breath catch just a little. You dipped your brush again, this time in pale gold, and began sketching the curve of a crescent moon on his temple. But you could tell that he was still just the tiniest bit nervous. His posture was a little too careful, like he didn’t quite know how to be in this moment, even though he clearly didn’t want to leave it.

“So,” you said gently, changing the subject to something you knew would light him up, “what magic tricks are you planning to show the kids? Or which ones have you already done?”

Just like that, Spencer’s whole expression changed. The tension in his shoulders melted. His eyes opened. “Oh,” he started, “I did the disappearing coin trick, and then a card prediction with Jack—he helped me with it—and I brought this little folding top hat that has a silk flower hidden in a compartment, and I’m thinking about doing the rope knot illusion next…”

He began to ramble, hands occasionally gesturing in the air as he spoke and you smiled to yourself. Every so often, you had to tell him, “Hold still, Spencer,” as the brush slipped from his constant movement.

“Sorry,” he said, each time, grinning sheepishly. But you didn’t mind. You wanted him to talk. The team’s snickering and commentary continued in the background, but you tuned them out completely.

When you finally finished the last detail, you leaned back slightly, studying your work with a tilt of your head. His lashes fluttered as you turned his face gently toward you.

“I think it looks good,” you murmured to yourself. The lines weren’t crooked anymore. The curves sat perfectly. And nothing looked out of place, not even the nervous, pink flush still warming Spencer’s cheeks.

You shifted in his lap to grab the small handheld mirror from the table behind you. The second you twisted your body, Spencer’s hands tightened instinctively on your hips, steadying you so you wouldn’t fall off.

You handed him the mirror, your hands resting lightly against his ribs as you waited for his reaction. He was glad for the thick sweater he was wearing. If you could feel the way his heart was racing or the goosebumps that had spread across his skin, he’d be mortified.

Spencer looked into the mirror, eyes scanning the stars and moon dotting his temple. He turned his face slightly. “I love it,” he said after a beat, voice full of admiration. “The moon looks amazing.”

You let out a small sigh of relief, your shoulders relaxing as your posture slouched slightly with a smile. You hadn’t realized how much you'd wanted him to like it.

And right on cue, Jack came running over. “Are you done?” he asked, bouncing on his feet. “We want to see more magic!”

You grinned, catching Spencer’s eye. “Your handsome magician is ready,” you told Jack, then turned Spencer’s face gently toward the boy with your fingers on his cheek. “Look!”

Spencer nearly imploded at the word handsome, his brain briefly short-circuiting as Jack leaned in to examine the artwork.

“Oh, cool!” Jack beamed, pointing at a little yellow star. “That one has a smiley face!”

You laughed. “That one’s my favorite too.”

“Can we start now?” Jack asked, turning his eyes toward Spencer.

Spencer managed to nod, still slightly stunned. “I’ll be right there,” he said, his voice a little hoarse from the emotional whiplash.

You both watched as Jack ran across the patio toward Hotch, clearly to announce that the show was back on and that Spencer had cool stars and a moon on his face now. Hotch just nodded, amusement tugging at his mouth.

You turned back to Spencer, who was already looking at you. Neither of you moved. Both of you knew. You knew that you didn’t really want this moment to end. But still, it had to.

“Thank you,” Spencer said softly.

“You’re welcome,” you said with a matching smile. Your hand rose once more, this time to pat his chest gently, right over where his heart was still hammering.

And reluctantly, you rose from his lap.

Spencer’s hands hovered for a moment before settling in his lap, fingers twitching as if they still wanted to hold onto you. He looked up at you a little dazed.

You offered him one last playful smile before nodding toward the garden.“Go wow them, starboy.” Spencer stood, brushing his hands nervously on his pants before glancing back at you with a smile.

With your stars and moons still shimmering on his skin, he stepped off to where the kids were waiting, and you sat back on the couch, heart warm and full.

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Who's your bias?

It's BOBBY, of course! 🤭⭐💕⭐

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"... You're what??"

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get my girl some platforms...

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i luv him so much

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Super important compilation of the girls looking completely unhinged.

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Generations of locking the fuck in.

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zoeystery and whatever the hell they're having

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i wish we got to see how the saja boys got together

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sword bf 💜⚔️

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"mirror mirror on my phone, who's the baddest?

✨ us, hello? ✨"

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Smoke Eater || Series Masterlist

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x F. Reader 

Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but he’s also known to break a few hearts. He’s starting to crave something he’s never had, though. Something stable. Something real. 

That’s when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.   

AN: "Smoke eater": a self-appointed slang term for a firefighter.

Get ready for an AU! Several SPN characters will make their appearances: Sam and John Winchester, Castiel as "Cas Novak," Ellen and Jo Harvelle, Jack Kline, Benny Lafitte, Gordon Walker, Meg Masters, Chuck Shurley, Nick (yes, even him), and more!

Series Tags/Warnings: (**18+ only!) There will be a lot of heart, a lot of fun, drama, heartbreak, protective Dean, and even a murder mystery. Rating for eventual smut, perilous situations, and other chapter-specific tags.

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Part 1 - Class and Style - Podcast Version!

Part 2 - Lieutenant Winchester

Part 3 - Got a Hold on Me

Part 4 - Rocky Road

Part 5 - Twitterpated

Part 6 - Just Casual

Part 7 - Cherry Pie & Lemon Drizzle

Part 8 - Likewise, Baby

Part 9 - Do Not Disturb

Part 10 - Toil and Trouble

Part 11 - Heart of the Home

Part 12 - All in the Family

Part 13 - Boiling Point

Part 14 - Message in a Bottle

Part 15 - The Good Part

Part 16 - Break Down the Gates

Part 17 - The Real Deal

Part 18 - V for Vendetta

Part 19 - Sacrifice

Epilogue - Easy as Pie

Series Complete!

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Something Real** Now that you and Dean are officially engaged, you take some much needed time off together for a family vacation. But even with the wedding set for next year, the two of you are still at odds when it comes to one key part of your future together…

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scarlet johannson did not spend an entire decade fighting tooth and nail to make natasha into an actual character instead of the sex object writers wanted her to be while also having to endure the most vile, misogynistic questions during press tours for people to now disrespect her legacy because yelena is 'better'. the only reason why that is, is because of everything scarlet went through. natasha singlehandedly paved the way for every other female superhero in the mcu and don't you forget that

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THE ZINE IS FINISHED!!!

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Download the zines here

Holy cow everyone we did it! We started this thing over a year ago and here we are, finished with so many pieces for everyone to enjoy.

There are over 50 PIECES in each zine, 17 featured characters, and so much hard work has been poured into this thing from so many people. Please don't forget to follow and support each and every single person who contributed to this thing.

If you read it and want to tell us what you thought, please feel free to send in an ask (and if for some reason that doesn't work you can go to @melodygatesauthor 's page to send an ask and I'll make sure it gets posted here).

There will be more projects in the future, but for now the Oscar Isaac Collective is going to be taking a little break (we're all tired this was a lot of work lol). Thank you for all the reblogs and support from the community, this wouldn't have been possible without you all.

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Headcanons for being the youngest Avenger and joining the Thunderbolts*

Thunderbolts x reader

warnings: spoilers!!! blood and guns and death n such u know the drill

a/n: i gave y/n unspecified powers until about halfway through so i just based the powers on an oc i am weak

prompt:

you’d always been the odd one out in the avengers, being the “young one” was not easy

like, you were teens during the battle of new york

sure, you were respected as a valiant hero, one of earths mightiest, but there was struggle in not having many peers to lean on

when you had wanda around, things were a little different—but that didn’t last long at all

then the blip happened, you survived, your world crumbled, and you got everyone back—but nothing was ever the same and it took its toll on you

the avengers disbanded, everyone left went their separate ways and you realized that the avengers, your family, were all you’d ever known

so you found your footing elsewhere, tried to stay in touch with those who you found comfort in. people you could count on

this included sam, clint, and bruce. rest were either preoccupied, plotting less than ethical things, or you just weren’t close with to begin with

“yeah, this kid—kate—she reminds me of you. she’s a bit more clumsy, awkward, and desperate, but it made me think of you…having another young person aspiring to save the world and all. or at least new york” -clint over the phone

“it’s nice to hear, thanks for checking in. hopefully she doesn’t accidentally destroy any buildings like i did” -you

“well, about that—” -clint

you always really enjoyed when they called you first, but no one was calling for your calling

you didn’t know how to not be a hero, it was really fucking frustrating

you were only made an avenger that early on because you had powers, and you were already a public hero. it’s not like you could get a job at a coffee shop, as entertaining as that would be

that’s when bucky called you one day, and you didn’t get close with bucky until steve died. yeah, you helped him out of a bind in germany, but that was about as far as it went. you were just acquainted because of sam

but bucky knew how it felt to be alone, lost, misguided, all that

and he just decided to run for congress

“y/n, i’d like you to be my advisor. there’s no one i could trust more—that would agree to this, that is” -bucky

“are you serious?” -you

“about running for congress or the advisor thing?” -bucky

“both i guess?” -you

“yeah, i’m serious” -bucky “i heard from a mutual friend you were still trying to find your place after…you know, everything. i am, too. so i’m asking you as a friend if you will join me on this path. it could be good for both of us”

and that it was, bucky won the election and you were now being paid decend money to be bucky’s #2. it felt right

you’d briefly been a government employee as an avenger, but now you were a lot more autonomous in a sense

yes, you had a lot of red tape, but it beat that sense of impending doom you had living with the avengers

you and bucky fought to keep new york safe in a different way. fought for the little guy. tried to clean up the system a bit

that included getting valentina allegra de fontaine impeached from her job as the head of the CIA

if there’s anything bucky and you knew about intelligence agencies, they needed to be as clean as possible. or else you’d have disasters like hydra infiltrating shield and secret human experimentation and super soldiers and child assassins. all that good stuff

you backed it, regardless of what little sway you guys had

you gave him a death glare as he was interviewed about valentina’s impeachment and all he could do was say “worrying” 10 times in a row

“we need to work on your public speaking” -you, immediately following his embarrassing comments

“yeah, i know” -bucky

you and bucky lived nearby each other, you relocated to brooklyn following the new job

so when necessary, you’d lean on each other

let me be clear that this is strictly friendship. lightly professional. the teo of you have seen dark days in your own respective ways. you were both turned into weapons without any say. had a hard time controlling it for a long time. made some terrible mistakes. tried your hardest to move up in the world. carry demons with you. misery loves company.

and right now, being new to the office, not a lot of other government officials were fond of you two. there was a lot of distrust.

first, we have the hydra super soldier who’s ledger is running with blood. his slate was wiped clean, but that doesn’t mean the people see him differently. it was a miracle he was voted into office to begin with

then there’s you, the late-20s, early 30s former avenger who was never quite taken seriously due to your youth in the public eye. you were viewed as dangerous due to your powers, as well, and some people feared you two would use your abilities to influence and intimidate

so you advised taking a very gentle approach to congressman barnes, that way no one felt threatened

that was until you and bucky went rogue to bring in valentina’s covert ops team as a last ditch effort to get her impeached

bucky bombing several CIA vehicles? not very gentle

but fun and refreshing? check!

“it’s been a while since i’ve been able to stretch my legs—the suit’s a little tight, though” -you

“you’re still rocking it” -yelena

“aw, thanks! we’re not letting you go” -you

then the rogue assassins and you guys get into it about a guy named “bob” and then bucky gets a call about “bob” its a whole mess. whatever

“okay, looks like we’re letting you go” -you

“hey, i meant it, your suit still looks good! im not even tied up anymore and i’m still saying it!” -yelena

“she’s right, you look awesome” -ava

“yeah, i need to change. my range of motion is severely limited” -you

you guys got to NYC to go confront valentina…at the old avengers HQ

you got a chill down your spine as you arrived

“you good?” -bucky

“yeah, yeah. just a lot of memories here” -you

this was the moment where it clicked for the rest of the team that you were an AVENGER. a real avenger. you were close with natasha. you knew the real steve rogers. you fought alongside thor and the hulk and wanda maximoff. and here you were kicking it with what alexei was calling “the thunderbolts”

“don’t get all misty eyed, we’ve got work to do” -john

lets note that this interaction took place after bucky crashed a commercial sized truck into the lobby, you’d just beaten everyone’s asses, and valentina invited you all upstairs

and there she was at the bar pouring a drink for herself and for just a small moment you saw a glimpse of tony stark standing in front of you again. giving you a smug smirk and asking for your ID before he made you a shirley temple. even after you were of age.

and a darkness overcame you a moment while you stood there. you were in sokovia standing next to pietro maximoff as he laid facedown on the ground. you were perfectly safe, didn’t even notice he was down. you never even realized he was beside you he was so fast. you heard wanda’s screams and you panicked, froze, didn’t know what to do. you were watching yourself go through these motions again.

and then bucky’s hand touched your back and you snapped back to reality, meeting the infamous “bob” for the first time

or as valentina called him, sentry

and immediately you were disturbed, there was something off about his presence

and immediately the team began to attack

you even hit him with a shock as powerful as thor with mjölnir, but he didn’t even flinch

it was futile, he was knocking you guys around like you were nothing

but he had this strange, kind demeanor about him too

once he ripped bucky’s arm off, it was time to GO

you all evacuated the building, a place you once called home, and wandered down the streets of new york. pathetic

and not even five minutes went by before a new form of this guy was literally turning people into VOIDS

“you know, buck, i’m starting to get real tired of shit like this happening in manhattan. this doesn’t happen in brooklyn AT ALL” -you, beginning to attack once again

you were the only thunderbolt with ranged powers—literal thunderbolts, if you will

but that didn’t seem to be doing much

the rest of them were mostly using guns and that also wasn’t working, so this became more of a rescue op

you liked fighting with bucky, it’d only happened three times before this. in germany, wakanda, and the avengers compound

and yelena reminded you so much of natasha, you knew exactly what the next move would be

alexei was…well, he took some inspiration from cap, you could see it you guess.

john walker was difficult. send tweet

he was trying though. you guess.

ava was more of a loner. she kind of reminded you of wanda. you missed her

when you saw yelena vanish, the LAST thing you wanted to do was to do the same

but bucky assured you that you were in it together

he took your hand and you walked into the darkness together

and ended up facing the worst pain of your life

for him: amputation, brainwashing, brutal torture, murder, losing steve

for you: the accident that gave you powers, sokovia, the blip, loneliness, mistakes that cost lives

but you powered through. you got bob. you saved new york. and for you, it wasn’t the first time!

and the moment valentina introduced you as the new avengers, you clenched your teeth and bucky nearly had to hold you back

you agreed to stick together to keep valentina in check, much to sam wilson’s dismay

“oh, hes gonna kill us” -you

“he’s not the only one” -bucky

“oh, my god. clint’s gonna kill me” -you

“eh, barton sees you as one of his kids, i’m sure he’ll give you a stern talking to” -bucky

he did.

you cried.

he gave you a big hug after and apologized for yelling.

and there you were in avengers tower again

just like you were 15 years ago.

“you used to live here, no?” -alexei

“i did. i did a long, long time ago.” -you, about to have a full on meltdown

“that’s great! you can show me around, then. please, show me your old room!” -alexei

he did know how to lift your spirits, for sure

and then there was yelena, who so desperately wanted to feel closer to natasha

“will you tell me a story, please? it would make me feel closer to her” -yelena

ironically, hanging out with yelena made you feel closer to nat

“well, nat trained me a good bit when we joined the avengers. she taught me how to fight, to not depend on my powers, to be a spy, to use weapons. i would be who i am today without her” -you

“yes, that’s great and all, but give me specifics!” -yelena

“okay, she LOVED desperate housewives. she’d make me sit through HOURS of it when we were off-duty. it was a great distraction. when we came back from sokovia and moved into the new compound, she had me on that couch for three days straight” -you

yelena snorted laughing

she also loved to spar with you

in a way, you felt like a sibling to her these days

in the way she was raised, at least

you laughed everytime you noticed a little “oopsie” val overlooked before the full remodel

“oh, my god. i once shocked the microwave while i was half asleep and i shorted out the whole building. this dark mark in the wall is the explosion of the microwave that led to the power outage” -you

“how long did it take to fix?” -ava

“about 10 minutes. tony was thoroughly embarrassed it took him that long” -you

there were also little dents and dings and bullet holes and such, especially it what was formerly the training room and being revamped for an even better one

“the last time i was here was when ultron booted up and sent the whole iron legion in after a party with the avengers. it was actually quite horrific, i thought the avengers were gonna disband right then and there. i thought i was going to be homeless” -you

“jesus, you sure talk about your past a lot” -john

“oh, sorry, would you rather i talk about yours?” -you, semi-threatening

he backed off

you tried to make as many new memories as you could, but everything seemed to remind you of the past

all you knew is the people needed to look up to something and that had to be the new avengers

and to have a former avenger on it? that was good for optics

did it make you feel stuck from time to time? uh yeah, you never really could escape your past

but the congress thing kind of fizzled out

so this was the next best thing

“alexei is calling me, hold on” -you

“y/n! i need directions” -alexei

“okay, where are you?” -you

“twenty third floor. i do not know how you lived in this maze as long as you did! i cannot find anything around here” -alexei

“hang on. you’re lost inside the building?” -you

you’d go to your favorite restaurant in manhattan with bucky sometimes, just to get out of the tower

“so, be honest with me. is this what you want?” -bucky

“i want to feel like i belong. and i do” -you

“because it’s familiar?” -bucky

“basically” -you

you explained that it still was an adjustment. you felt like you were seeing ghosts in a sense

but it was like a do over too

a chance to be the hero you grew up to be, to make steve, tony, natasha, clint, bruce, and thor proud

sam was still a little pissed about it. rightfully so

but making breakfast with bob, training with yelena, drinking with alexei, having heart to hearts with bucky, shit talking with ava, and ignoring john was not the worst thing to happen to you

you heard over exaggerated war stories, had eventful training, shorted out the microwave again, started to give john a chance, found a friend in bob, and more in this new life

and you were always meant to be an avenger, your calling was to protect the world. thats why you guys formed the avengers 15 years ago. so you did it in the name of the family you’d never forget.

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YES the Thunderbolts have a fantastic team as family dynamic, yes they are living in Avengers tower, yes history is repeating itself and 2012 tower fics are so back. BUT!

instead of "Alexei eating poptarts" or "Yelena in the vents", we must come up with new headcanons and make history

Bob always does normal domestic chores, often getting in the way of important missions and spy business. "All I'm saying is Bucky is our best sniper" "It would be a much quieter assassination if I just slipped into the condo and cut his—" "Hey sorry guys, anyone have laundry? I'm doing a load"

Yelena and her guinea pig always eat meals together at the dining table. Everyone has their Chinese food or barbeque, meanwhile the rodent is loudly munching on a salad right beside them

Bucky is the mom and always keeps them on track. "Ava you have a dentist appointment in the morning, and bring Bob so they can add him to the insurance. Lena how was therapy? Alexei, I said no vodka until dinner"

Alexei is always coming up with new promotional ideas for the team. Cartoon tv show, cereal, toothpaste flavour...every day he thinks he's come up with the next big thing. Whenever they actually get put into production (Wheaties) he collects and saves it, and won't let anyone use a different product. (He threw out Yelena's frosted flakes and it took both Bucky and John to get her to stop attacking him)

Ava likes to phase and sneak attack her teammates at random. She claims it's for training but really she just thinks it's funny hearing them scream

John gets blamed for everything, even if it isn't his fault. Especially if it isn't his fault: "who ate the last bagel?" "John." "Where's my hair straightener?" "John had it." "Whose turn is it to unload the dishwasher?" "Johnnnn"