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marcussour · 7 months ago

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C3E118 random thoughts and bits

Ludinus' Hannibal Lecter moment

I loved that bit when Ludinus dropped every ounce of performative pleasantness and went with the "why should I believe you?". It honestly has been fascinating, because, even though I saw it coming episodes ago, the fact that Bells Hells appears to be almost hell bent on taking on Predathos themselves, while not something I agree with, it does put them in this weird position regarding the idea that Ludinus originally had. Thing is, you could say how quickly the tables how turned in this conversation, but at the same time, without context, it could be suddenly really easy to paint Bells Hells as villains.

"What happened to your family?", "I've literally just told you"

"what was your mother name?"

"Fuck, what it wrong with you? Get over it, grow up"

"I'm here because I'm really curious, and if the world's going to burn, I want to have a front row seat" - Look, as far as Fearne's quotes go, this one should be on the top 3

It's so hard to fathom what must be going on in Orym's mind right now. I do also appreciate the honesty, but the whole weight of emotions and the past, and the conflict regarding how his personal tragedy connects with everything that has been going on, and what he might have to do regarding whatever they decide to do with Predathos, it's a lot (and bless Liam for playing it to perfection).

"The best villains always think they're right", "We think we're right too". See, that's the thing, I've been saying it a lot, and it's been nothing but clear this episode, they depending of how things turn out and the optics of it all, Bells Hells might end up being the villains in their own story. And from the immediate reaction, it's clear that the cast is more than well aware of this too.

Glad that they eventually realized that Ludinus was stalling, because as thrilling as the conversation was, it was pretty evident that even though he was caged, he still had the upper hand.

Chetney invented pogs canon confirmed

"I'm gonna reach out and touch it" - a bit dissapointed no one made a Depeche Mode reference

Oh, the whole "everyone leaves the table" the moment Sam asked to pray to it's god. And of course it was ASMODEUS (cue Ghost's "Year Zero") instead of Bahamut!

How amazing it would've been if Brennan had sprung out of nowhere to sit on the chair

STANLEY

Man, Braius asking the fucking' Lord of Lies for a family and a place to call his own.

"How will I be strong enough to betray them?" - OH, IT'S ON, I LOVE THIS

I love how Matt is more overt and less subtle than Brennan as playing Asmodeus, and yet, he played the precise keys that Braius needed to hear. He always appears as the most beautiful face the viewer has ever seen after all.

It would've been so amazing if Travis had got him with a C-POP 1/4 limited edition

9th LEVEL RAVENOUS VOID

I agree with Travis, Matt's way too happy that he finally get to fully unleash Ludinus, 9th level spells and all

Look at Marisha correcting Matt with regards to how Spell Sniper works, how far we've come

Oh no, Matt became a victim of google AI. Like he said "FUCK AI"

Matt gave Ludinus a Boss Weak Point™

Those back to back nat 20's between Travis and Laura were clutch af

Chet leaving Ludinus with constitution disadvantage for one whole round until his next turn is pretty huge

"I'm gonna cast Moon Beam. Weirdly, on the moon, it's only called Beam"

What a sight to behold, like, Ludinus on the cusp of crossing the threshold, and suddenly out of nowhere comes Paté, who just, hump him in his neck weak spot, and electrocutes him not only hurting him, but making him drop 2 spell slots

Matt telling Sam about the positioning of Moon Beam "cause you wouldn't hurt your friends" ring a lot different, knowing that the cast has no idea what Braius just talked about with Asmodeus

"I did it all for the Nookie"

IRA MOTHERFUCKIN' WENDAGOTH

"What if we pretend we are shooting a porn? It's worked before"

When Ludinus did that chain lightning, technically everyone who took half damage should've taken 1 more point of damage, cause it was 27 not 26 (it's the first time in years I've actually payed attention to the math like that)

"It's a surprisingly motley crew of bullshitters"

Power Word: Stun! Let's go Imogen

EAT SHIT LUDINUS!

Man, I'm so happy that if anyone would've taken him down, it was Orym, it had to be Orym. How much did he suffered and endured because of Ludinus' machinations? His husband and father figure just, collateral damage in an trial attempt to see if they could make Vax appear if Keyleth was ever in trouble, and then the fact just that their deaths were just brushed aside by Ludinus as just, a cost of his crusade. A sacrifice that he had to make, disregarding Orym's pain for what he saw as a greater good.

"So much pride, so much plotting..."

I want to know what they looted from his body

See, I knew it would happen immediately. Orym decided that they should cave the place and just left, the work done. And the rest want to keep going towards Predathos, searching for whatever justification they can to carry on. Like, I get the why, this idea of "this is already out in the open, so many other people might do it, it better be us, because we think we know better", I do, and I've gotten this feeling for a long time that they wanted to do this, no matter the cost. But Imogen herself said the "why does it have to be one or the other?", and yet decided the only alternative was, well, one or the other.

Interesting orb of short rest there

Look, I get why they jumped to the conclusion that Ludinus used the staff to potentially save his soul. But I get also Orym's doubts regarding if it was something else or not (and also, the fact that Matt never told them if they were right or not). It's complicated, because there might be a more than likely chance that he managed to escape death in some way, but also, there's an equal bigger chance of the party just trying to find a point of justification in order for them to go towards Predathos.

Predathos behaving like a small child of light is the biggest red flag, and the fact that they haven't noticed it, it doesn't sit right

It's incredible that it took them more than 4 hours to notice Sam's shirt

I love Imogen, but her proclivity towards Predathos' power has been worrying me since before we knew what it was we were actually dealing with. Like, the fact that she actually enjoyed the ruidian flare, even though it hut everyone else (I get that she gained 24 temporary hp but compare that with how Fearne reacted).

Oh, this whole threads of fate thing is interesting, but again, is so hard to understand if there's actually a correct path of action

What did Imogen really expected was gonna happen?

See, even Laura agrees, "what was I thinking?"

Man, I'm so conflicted, I get that the narrative decision they chose to take is certainly interesting and juicy. But I think pretty much we all knew in some way what was gonna happen, and what a bad decision it was, and then we still watch it unfold like a car crash in slow motion. Can't wait to see how everything else turns out.

#critical role #critical role spoilers

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emergenciesstory · 10 months ago

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Hoist the Colors

You and your soulmate made a Deal, you would talk every day at the same time. At least, until you found each other. But how do you find someone without being able to tell them about your life, for their safety? How do you tell them what you are?

Pairing: Bucky x Siren! Reader

SSB Prompt: Hulk Cage

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You sat on the floor cross-legged, taking deep breaths with your eyes closed. It was drafty, no furniture in the circular room. The glass surrounding your cage was foggy, as though to disorient you from what was outside. It didn’t matter though, you had seen enough when they attempted to talk to you earlier, it was a plain metal room, like on a ship's galley. The simple control panel was blocked mostly from view, but they made it very clear the only thing it could do was open a vent below you, and drop your cell from the sky.

Breathe in. Out. There was nothing they could do to you, they didn’t even know what you could do. Picked up from a Hydra base by the infamous Black Widow and someone named Yelena, they stuck you in this cage until someone else could “deal with you.”

Hey Doll.

Like clockwork, your soulmate chimed into your head. It must have been four already.

“How has your day been?” You murmured with a smirk.

Better now that I hear you.

“What a flirt.” You rolled your eyes behind their lids.

You’ve known this for how many years? His laugh faded into the dull static of your brain. He was pulling back, something must have caught his attention.

“Well, I turned 18 many moons ago, so since I met you.” You sighed. “You seem distracted.”

Sorry Doll, a work thing came up. Chat in a couple hours?

“No worries. I’m just hanging out anyways.” You smiled, hearing the connection fade to your own thoughts.

“Who were you talking to?” Natasha’s voice came from the other side of the glass, the fog fading away to see her.

“No one of your importance.” You said simply, opening your eyes to watch her. Your body was stiff, not moving from your position.

“I know a soulmate chat when I see one. Are they coming here?”

“I don’t know where here is,” you probed, raising an eyebrow. “Or who they are for that matter.”

Natasha nodded, watching you intently. She seemed to give up from her casual nonchalance, because the cage again went foggy and her shadow moved from the space. Closing your eyes again, you sang a low tune.

“The king and his men stole the queen from her bed, and bound her in her bones. The seas be ours and by the powers, where we will... we roam...”

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Buckys Pov*

“Sorry Doll, a work thing came up. Chat in a couple hours?” Bucky held his finger out to Steve, focusing on the connection.

No worries. I’m just hanging out anyways. Bucky smiled, trying to picture what you were doing, having so many more questions. Blinking slowly, the connection faded out.

“Always at the same time.” Steve shook his head, clapping a hand on Bucky’s back and leading him down the hall. “When will you tell me her name?”

“I don’t know it.” Bucky smiled. “We promised to never say until we meet.”

“And when is that?” Steve asked, stopping in front of the conference room door.

“I hope I can convince her soon.”

The conference room was already full by the time they got there, Everyone in mid conversation glancing at a screen. Video of Nat by the hulk cage was playing, but the sound was off. Bucky watched, looking to see who was in the cage, unable to see anyone from the angle.

“What’s so urgent?” Steve asked, nodding towards the screen where Nat was leaving.

“We picked up a straggler.” Yelena shrugged, going back to picking at her nails.

“We don’t know what she can do, and she will not talk about anything but riddles. Found her around the Hydra base they raided last night.” Tony said, gesturing to the screen and sliding the video over. In the center of the floor, you sat cross legged with your eyes closed, obviously saying something to no one.

“What is she saying?” Steve asked, looking at Wanda.

“I can’t read her mind, if that’s what you are asking. But she’s been singing the same song since she got here. Some sort of siren song I’d assume, but no powers behind it.” Wanda raised her hand, the small red glow trickling off as the sound came on.

“The bell has been raised from its watery grave, Hear its sepulcher tone? A call to all, pay heed the squall, and turn yourself toward home....” Your voice carried through the space, Bucky's eyes going wide as you started the next verse. Unwittingly, his own voice chimed out with yours.

“Yo, Ho. All hands, hoist the Colors high... Heave, ho. Thieves and Beggars, Never shall we die.” Your voice began the song over, a steady pace while Buckys trailed off. Everyone was watching him, including Nat who was now standing in the doorway.

“It’s a song about Hydra.” He said softly, eyes on the screen. “When I was first there, they’d let Winter go and throw me in a cell. There was someone else down on the other side of the room, someone who wasn’t in the same program. She was a Widow who Hydra was retraining to be a soldier.”

“That makes no sense, Widows are soldiers.” Yelena scoffed.

“Not in this way. They wanted another super soldier with more training. A bridge in the two programs.” Bucky shook his head, looking around the table. “They gave her the serum, like They did with Wanda and Peitro, but it didn’t work.” He looked sympathetically at Wanda who tucked her chin, eyes going far away.

“How is a siren song about Hydra?” Tony asked, backing up the footage to the beginning of the song.

“The king and his men stole the queen from her bed, and bound her in her bones.” Your voice carried.

“Hydra and their men stole her in the night. She was top of her class, top of the program even.” Bucky's eyes glazed over, thinking back.

“The seas be ours and by the powers, where we will, we’ll roam.”

“A reminder she was stronger than them. She would snap out of their control in the middle of a mission, she was... something.” Steve nodded softly as Bucky spoke, looking between the screen and Bucky’s hollow look.

“Well, aside from the song, all I know is that she still has a soulmate.” Nat sighed.

“How do you know?” Wanda asked, “I cannot feel the connection.”

“She was just talking to him while I was there.” Nat shrugged. “Didn’t know his name, or at least wouldn’t tell me.”

Bucky looked at Steve, a silent conversation in his eyes. Bucky shook his head softyly.

“What?” Tony asked, gesturing between the two of them. Steve nodded, and Bucky settled in his chair and closed his eyes with a sigh.

“Hey Doll?” He said softly, “You there?”

Where else would I be?

“Where else would I be?”

Your response echoed on the screen, a small smile gracing your features.

“This work thing is really dragging.” Bucky chuckled.

Let me guess, you’re in a corner somewhere being the weirdo talking to yourself?

“Let me guess, you’re in a corner somewhere being the weirdo talking to yourself?”

“I’m not talking to myself, I’m talking to you.” Bucky sassed back. He stood, beginning to make his way to the Hulk cage. Everyone trailed behind him.

“He’s been talking to her for years, They both assumed the other was older by now, made jokes about it.” Steve shook his head, practically jogging to keep up behind Bucky. “His best kept secret, the girl who was all secret herself.”

“Tell me Doll, where are you?” Bucky asked.

Oh, somewhere in my mind, lost in a thought.

“What thought is that?” Bucky stopped right outside the door, holding his hand up to stop the group following him. Your laugh echoed from both the room and his head.

Oh, nothing in particular. Just how I know everything and nothing about you perhaps.

“You know a lot more than you think.” Bucky smirked.

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*YN POV*

Tell me Doll, where are you? You pondered the question, thinking of how to answer. He wasn’t asking for a location, you couldn’t share that in a soulmate connection. But with how fast you responded, he knew you weren’t doing anything.

“Oh, somewhere in my mind, lost in a thought.” You mused, standing to walk around the cage.

What thought is that?

You laughed. You didn’t mean to, but how would you explain everything in which was happening. Your thoughts wandered to the song, to your situation, nothing compared to what you had been through but everything to someone who wouldn't know your life.

“Oh, nothing in particular.” You said softly. “Just how I know everything and nothing about you perhaps.”

You know a lot more than you think.

“You know a lot more than you think.” The sound echoed around the room, your eyes snapping to the doorway where figures moved into the room. The frosting lifted from the glass, and before you stood a group of slightly stunned individuals. The Widows stood by the control panel, Captain America and Iron man behind them. The scarlet witch was leaning in the door frame, staring at you with intent. But your eyes were drawn around the room to the ramp which walked out towards the glass cage.

“Winter? You’re alive?” You said, stunned at seeing him before you.

“Hey Doll, looks like I found you.”

Hey Doll, looks like I found you.

The echo faded out as you disconnected, a smile crossing your face for the first time in forever. “Took you long enough.” You laughed, rolling your eyes. “Had I known you were my soulmate, I would have come around sooner.”

“Mind telling me why you’re in a cage?” Bucky cocked his head to the side, looking you over.

“Because the Widows over there don’t know if I’m a threat.” You shrugged.

“Well are you?” Captain America chimed in. Your eyes never left Bucky’s.

“Are you Hydra?” You sassed.

“Not if I can help it.” The Captain responded.

“Then I’m not a threat to you.” You rolled your eyes, looking over the group. “Besides, I’m sure Winter over here could vouch for me. Given I’ve been in his head for the past, oh, 5 years or so in practical time, yeah?”

“I would say something like that. Close to 60-some if we count all that time I thought you were dead.” Bucky backed away, heading towards the control panel, his head tilted in a lopsided boyish grin.

“Yes, what a pity we both were frozen in opposing cycles.” You sighed, looking over at the small group. “Will you let me out of here or what?”

They looked at each other, silent conversations happening between them.

“For the sake of the Gods, if I let her,” You gestured over to Wanda, still staring at you as though bored, yet focused, “into my brain, will you let me out with her approval?”

They all looked at Wanda, before the captain cleared his throat a little.

“Will she be able to see everything?” He countered.

“Occlumency is an on-off sort of thing. Everything or nothing.” You waited for a second, before turning to Wanda and closing your eyes. You could feel her moving around, sorting through your history, present, intentions, emotions, quickly shuffling through it all.

“Let her out.” Wanda said, before turning and leaving the room.

“One last question.” Nat said, hand blocking Bucky’s on the panel. “Why were you still at the Hydra base?”

“With the keys to the cage and the Devil to pay we lay to Fiddler's Green.” Bucky said simply, making you smile.

“You remember.” You said softly.

“Of course I do.” Your eyes stayed locked on one another.

“Translation?” This time it was Tony who spoke, irritation playing in his voice.

“With the power to end their evil, on to paradise without them.” You shrugged. “Essentially, I was there for the same reason you were.”

“What reason do you assume that is?” The captain mused.

“Down with HYDRA.”

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bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky · 4 years ago

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Scratching Post | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi, friends! This is like a smut-adjacent fic because I loved this idea but also I'm at work right now...lol

**Warning for marking**

As always, please send me any comments, suggestions, and/or requests! 🤗

Tag list: @beefybuckrrito @shadytalementality @everything-burns-down @rainbow-unicorn-pony @mandersshow @emetophilily @breakablebarnes 💕

Find the sequel, “Stripes” here!

Warnings: teasing, marking (scratching), lil bit of blood, lil bit of Bucky Begging

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Bucky's focus didn't waver as you spoke, but he clearly wasn't paying attention to your words. No matter what you said, his gaze didn't falter.

"Yeah...and then I hooked up with Sam in the quinjet...me and Sam AND Nat, actually...we got it on. It was rough, too," you said, trying to get him to listen to anything you said-but no luck.

"JAMES!" you shouted, and he finally snapped out of his trance, his eyes dragging up to meet yours.

"Hey, woah- what's with the legal name?"

"Buck, I was talking to you and you were completely zoned out...you've literally been staring at my hands like a weirdo for almost a full five minutes," you told him. "I know I just got my nails done and they're a little longer than usual but helloooo! Focus!”

His cheeks reddened ever so slightly and he began to stumble over his words, "Oh-I, um, I just-"

"Barnes, get it together," you teased, "what is going on?"

He cleared his throat and shot you a sheepish smile before taking a deep breath and fessing up.

"I'm sorry, but I can't-I can't stop thinking about your nails," he murmured, "and what they'd feel like digging into my back..."

You took a sharp inhale, but the breath caught in your throat. This whole "will-they-won't-they" situation you'd had with Bucky for the past few months felt like it was now barreling towards "they-will".

"Oh, well… I've definitely never wondered what it would be like to drag them against your skin..." you teased, "It's never crossed my mind".

He could feel his chest tighten as you spoke, and finally after months of slow flirtation- he made his move. He strode over to the couch where you sat and leaned down, pressing a deep, needy kiss to your lips while he lifted you from the sofa. "I'm taking you upstairs- don't want Bruce walking through and Hulking out on us," he muttered.

You laughed against his skin as you pressed your lips to his neck, relishing in the feeling of his strong arms wrapped tightly around your body. Once in the elevator, Bucky began losing his restraint, biting down on your lower lip and making you gasp at the sharp sensation. The elevator doors opened and Bucky strode confidently down the hall with you in tow, throwing open his bedroom door and slamming it behind the two of you. He set you down on the bed and eagerly ripped off his shirt, dying for you to dig your nails into his skin.

You grabbed his arm and pulled him down toward you, hungry for his lips against yours. He hissed sharply into your mouth as you let your nails rake over his skin, pressing hard against his shoulders.

"Too much?" you asked between kisses.

"Not enough..."

With that, you doubled your efforts, sinking your sharp nails into his back and leaving deep, red crescent moons behind. You continued to work over his skin, scraping over his rib cage, eliciting a "Fuck, babe..." from his lips. You made your way up to his chest and scratched down his right arm, leaving red lines from his shoulder all the way down to his wrist.

"Harder," he nearly growled.

"Buck, I don't want to make you bleed..." you whispered, taking a brief pause.

"You won't- I'm a super soldier," he joked, "and even if you did...I wouldn't mind. Come on, baby, hurt me".

You obliged, gripping his shoulders with abandon as you felt his skin giving way beneath your sharp talons. He let a deep, dirty moan rumble out of his chest as he felt the sting, and nodded against your lips in approval.

"Hang on," you murmured as you pushed him off of you and down onto his back before straddling his hips. Staring down at him, you admired the red lines you'd left behind on his skin, and felt excitement at adding more. He was completely at your mercy, practically begging you to rip him apart, and you were happy to do so.

Teasingly, you let one sharp nail drag from his chest to the waistline of his jeans. His hips twitched under you slightly, and he couldn't contain the whiny moan that fell from his lips. You flashed a devilish grin at him before laying your hands flat against his collarbones and slowly curling each finger until your nails were pressed into his skin. His eyes screwed shut as you slowly yet firmly raked your nails from his clavicles to the bottom of his ribcage, making his hips thrust upward yet again.

Your left hand gripped his right bicep, digging into it without restraint as you pressed hard, messy kisses against his lips. You let your right hand lightly stroke his chest, teasing him mercilessly until giving him what he wanted. He grabbed a fistful of your hair as you finally scratched his chest, digging in as hard as you could-just the way he liked it.

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albatris · 3 years ago

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character theme song tag? :D

thank you @calicojackofficial for the tag!! to pick some theme songs for my main characters! I love love love music tags and oc tags and oc music tags so this is right up my alley

I feel like @multi-lefaiye @nicola-writes @nerice @tracle0 @wherearetheplants might enjoy? music tag? yeehaw? as well as anyone else who'd like to join!!

anyway, I'm doing this for ATDAO and Rental Car because no one can stop me <3

ATDAO first!

Tris: "Sloom" by Of Monsters and Men

So make all your last demands, for I will forsake you And I'll meet your eyes for the very first time, for the very last So love me, mother, and love me, father And love my sister as well So love me, mother, and love me, father And love my brother as well

Noa: "Hold On When You Get Love And Let Go When You Give It" by Stars

Take the weakest thing in you And then beat the bastards with it And always hold on when you get love So you can let go when you give it

Kai: "Wander. Wonder." by the Arcadian Wild

I am always wondering what you see So I quietly conceal the dark inside of me Sins and scars you'll never recognise 'Cause I am the master of maintaining my disguise

Shara: "The Universe Is Going To Catch You" by The Antlers

Because we would call you at home and no one picked up the phone We were worried that you'd fallen in a river, or worse But then you sent us back a letter, it said in capital letters "THE UNIVERSE IS GOING TO CATCH YOU."

Marrick: "You Can Be Happy" by IAMX

You put me in a cage in the daily maze of flesh and rage But I will follow every truth I won't let you go I want every tomorrow

Jacob: "Boy" by Birds of Tokyo

I've a memory of a little boy Who you'd like to meet He could do anything I've been missing him Hope he's been missing me all these years

and Rental Car~

Nat: "Grenadine" by Dreadlight

I'll be the king of it, the queen of it The god of it, all of it Eat your heart after I lick it clean Tastes like blood and grenadine

Quinn: "Tongues & Teeth" by The Crane Wives

I will only break your pretty things I will only wring you dry of everything And if you're fine with that You can be mine like that

Alex: "The Quittin' Kind" by Eleisha Eagle

There's a corner you painted yourself in I'm not sure, what was your intention? Now you're trapped alone on an island And you can't swim, no, you can't swim All the windows mocking your sad face As you dwell, disgruntled and at bay Take your paintbrush, create a doorway

Yvonne: "Karma" by AJR

I've been so good, I've been helpful and friendly I've been so good, why am I feeling empty? I've been so good, I've been so good this year I've been so good, but it's still getting harder I've been so good, where the hell is the karma?

Zeke: "Absinthe" by IDKHOW

I don't believe whatever this is Until you burn all of the witches I won't believe whatever this is Whatever they give you, stop drinking it down I hear voices, I see visions These spirits are your prison

The Garble (Outermost Layers, aka "vampirism as a condition is an interconnected hivemind entity and its own sentience": "Inside of You, in Spite of You" by ThouShaltNot

I am the dawn of ages I am the days seen through I'm final entropy I am inside of you I am the clouds that cover Your way into the blue I kiss with life to give All this in spite of you

The Garble (Innermost Layers, aka "this is just some fucking asshole"): "Dead Moon" by Brick + Mortar

'Cause I pray to the dark of the moon It's making me shiver If you really wanna take me down You need to think bigger

The Ethels???: "Don't Worry, We'll Be Watching You" by Gotye (paranoia tw)

Hey, lost your way? Don't worry, just do as we say And we won't hurt you ... Do you need a reminder Of the love that we gave you? Don't worry You're walking away But we'll always be watching you

hehe. tunes :3

#almost almost almost put daylight by matt and kim for alex LMAO #~ and in the daylight we could hitchhike to maine ~ I hope that someday I'll see without these frames ~#I'm fine.#atdao #a rental car takes a left down rake street and disappears

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wittywitchybitchy · 3 years ago

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Imbolc Playlist

Here's my playlist to celebrate the return of light!

Sea of Love - Cat Power Come with me, my love To the sea, the sea of love I want to tell you How much I love you

Winter selections from Stardew Valley - ConcernedApe The Wind Can Be Still Nocturne of Ice Ancient

Unforgettable - Nat King Cole Like a song of love that clings to me How the thought of you does things to me

What a Wonderful World - Louis Armstrong The bright blessed day The dark sacred night And I think to myself What a wonderful world

Smile - Nat King Cole Smile and maybe tomorrow You'll see the sun shining through for you

We'll Never Have Sex - Leith Ross Depollute me, gentle angel And I'll feel the sickness less and less

La vie on rose - Louis Armstrong Hold me close and hold me fast The magic spell you cast This is la vie en rose

Dream A Little Dream Of Me - Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong Sweet dreams, I'm dreaming 'til sunbeams find you

Baby, It's Cold Outside - Margaret Whiting & Johnny Mercer

It's Only a Paper Moon - Ella Fitzgerald & the Delta Rhythm Boys It's only a canvas sky Hanging over a muslin tree But it wouldn't be make-believe If you believed in me

That's Amore - Dean Martin, Dick Stabile and his orchestra When the world seems to shine like you've had too much wine That's amore

You're Nobody 'Til Somebody Loves You - Dean Martin The world still is the same, you never change it As sure as the stars shine above

Cheek to Cheek - Fred Astaire Heaven, I'm in heaven And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak

L-O-V-E - Nat King Cole Love is all that I can give to you Love is more than just a game for two

Stardew Valley Fair Theme - ConcernedApe

Winter Festival - ConcernedApe

In the Mood - Glenn Miller

Let it Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow! - Frank Sinatra and the B. Swanson Quartet The weather outside is frightful But the fire is so delightful

I'm Sitting On Top Of The World - Bobby Darin I'm sitting on top of the world Just rolling along, just rolling along I'm quitting the blues of the world Just singing a song, just singing a song

Fun Festival - ConcernedApe

Botch-A-Me - Rosemary Clooney Botch-a-me I'll-botcha you and ev'rything goes crazy

Beyond the Sea - Bobby Darin It's far beyond the stars It's near beyond the moon I know beyond a doubt My heart will lead me there soon

Bring on the Dancing Horses - Echo & the Bunnymen Shiver and say the words of every lie you've heard First I'm gonna make it And then I'm gonna break it 'til it falls apart Hating all the faking And I'm shaking while I'm breaking your brittle heart

The Killing Moon - Echo & the Bunnymen In starlit nights, I saw you So cruelly, you kissed me Your lips, a magic world Your sky, all hung with jewels

Team - Lorde Dancin' around the lies we tell Dancin' around big eyes, as well Even the comatose They don't dance and tell

Cigarette Daydreams - Cage The Elephant Funny how it seems like yesterday As I recall, you were lookin' out of place Gathered up all your things and slipped away

A Glimpse of the Other World - ConcernedApe

At Last - Etta James At last, the skies above are blue My heart was wrapped up in clover

Singin' In The Rain - Gene Kelly The sun's in my heart And I'm ready for love

Fly Me To The Moon - Frank Sinatra & Count Basie Fly me to the moon Let me play among the stars Let me see what spring is like On Jupiter and Mars

I Only Have Eyes for You - The Flamingos The moon may be high But I can't see a thing in the sky I only have eyes for you

Winter Song - The Head and the Heart Tell me somethin', give me hope for the night We don't know how we feel We're just praying that we're doin' this right

Moon River - Andy Williams Two drifters, off to see the world There's such a lot of world to see

Moonlight Serenade - Glenn Miller

Beautiful My Monster - Husky Rescue Now I'm sleeping Now you're waking Now I'm sleeping It's so beautiful

In a Week - Hozier & Karen Cowley I have never known color Like this morning reveals to me

I'll Be Seeing You - Billie Holiday I'll find you in the morning sun And when the night is new I'll be looking at the moon But I'll be seeing you

Dream a Little Dream of Me - Louis Armstrong Stars shining bright above you Night breezes seem to whisper, "I love you" Birds singing in the sycamore tree Dream a little dream of me

Come Fly With Me - Frank Sinatra Weather wise, it's such a lovely day

You Make Me Feel So Young - Frank Sinatra You make me feel so young You make me feel like Spring has sprung

My Favorite Things - Julie Andrews Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes Silver-white winters that melt into springs These are a few of my favorite things

On the Street Where You Live - Vic Damone, Percy Faith & his orchestra Are there lilac trees in the heart of town? Can you hear a lark in any other part of town? Does enchantment pour out of every door?

#Spotify #imbolc #playlist

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hug-them-trees · 3 years ago

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Time to categorize and see how many MCU superheroes/vigilantes fit into Jen’s criteria (billionaires, narcissists, adult orphans). I’m also gonna add the category of “doesn’t fucking wanna be there” or DFWBT because I think the criteria were for people that voluntarily did this and I’m also not really gonna categorize anyone operating in space (guardians, etc)

Let’s start w the OG avengers

- tony: billionaire

- Steve: adult orphan

- Thor: was a bit of a narcissist in his first movie. But also an alien so idk if I should be categorizing him in the first place

- Bruce: dfwbt

- nat: kind of adult orphan cuz we know her birth mom is dead and she grew up w/out Melina and alexei

- Clint: nope, goes into dfwbt as time goes on

Next we’ll go with the various heroes who were supporting avengers at first or had solo movies and then ended up in endgame or some shit

- dr strange: narcissist

- Spider-Man: adult orphan

- Wanda and Pietro: adult orphans

- Sam Wilson: nope

- Bucky Barnes: dfwbt

- Rhodey: nope

- captain marvel: nope

- black panther: billionaire

- ant man: is he an adult orphan?

- vision: idek about this one man

Next we’ve got post endgame movies and shows

- america Chavez: none of the above, even if her moms are dead she’s still a child so not an adult orphan

- moon knight: adult orphan

- Layla: adult orphan

- John walker: narcissist

- kamala Khan: none

- Shang chi: adult orphan at this point

- Kate bishop: billionaire

- Jen herself: dfwbt

Netflix shows

- daredevil: adult orphan

- jesssica jones: dfwbt

- Danny rand: adult orphan, narcissist

The fantastic four (is this MCU Canon now?)

- reed richards: nope

- Johnny storm: narcissist

- sue storm: dfwbt

- Ben Grimm: dfwbt

Characters I don’t know enough about to categorize:

- any of the Inhumans (haven’t watched)

- any of the eternals (wasn’t paying attention)

- any of the x men (haven’t watched)

- luke cage or frank castle

I thiiiiiiink that’s it? Add more characters if I forgot them or correct me if I got something wrong. But yeah looks like Jen has a pretty high accuracy rate on this just another reason why she is now my wife

#marvel #MCU #she hulk #jennifer walters

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too-gay-for-marvel · 4 years ago

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just this once pt.5

a/n: yall. yall im on a roll. and no i will not apologise for anything that happens in this chapter. also, still learning how to do taglists so if it doesn’t work or you weren’t included, send me a message and i’ll try to get it fixed!

Word Count: 4,285

Warnings: canon typical violence, non-explicit mentions of torture, mutant experimentation

Pairing: Natasha x Reader

(pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 pt.6.1 pt.6.2 pt.6.3 pt.7 pt.8)

“I think Fury is giving you a sign.”

Natasha looked up from her paperwork to see Maria leaning against the door frame to her office. She herself had just gotten back from a mission, evident in her slightly mused ponytail and gun still on her hip. A very beyond attractive look, if Natasha had to say it.

“What do you mean?” Natasha asked, leaning back in her chair to give her full attention to her fiancee.

“So he didn’t tell you,” Maria said with a nod. She pushed herself off the door frame and moved to sit in the chair on the opposite side of the desk.

“I’ll admit that gives me a clue,” Natasha said with a small frown. She didn’t like where this was going.

“He’s sending you on another mission,” Maria replied. “With Y/N.”

“I thought we told him emergencies only,” Natasha mused more to herself than to Maria.

It seemed like Nick was sending the both of you on every mission he could possibly come up with. He needed some information. Then he wanted the layout of a base. Then he wanted some recon on security in another location. All were things that Natasha not only could have done with someone else, but she could have gotten them done on her own.

He seemed to think differently.

“He wants you to leave tomorrow,” Maria continued, bringing Natasha out of her pouting. “Personnel recovery.”

“At least that gives us a few hours together,” Natasha said with a small smile.

“Maybe we can finally get some planning done,” Maria nodded as she stood up. “Maybe a colour scheme?”

“Red and black,” Natasha shot back.

“We’ll argue about it later,” Maria smiled. She walked over and tilted Natasha’s chin up to give her a quick kiss before leaving the office, presumably to get cleaned up.

Natasha looked down at her paperwork for not even five minutes before deciding she was going to rush upstairs and surprise Maria in the shower. She had just started piling the papers up when you walked in, harpoon on hip and soaking wet.

“Did you ask Fury for another mission?” You asked as you plopped into the chair opposite her, water instantly dripping down the sides of the seat.

“No,” Natasha said curtly, hoping she could get you out of her office sooner if she didn’t invite conversation.

“Then why is he sending us together?” You asked. Your fingers started combing through your hair, the webs gathering whatever was stuck. Drops of water splashed onto Natasha’s pristine papers.

“I don’t know,” Natasha said again, turning her lip up when you put a piece of seaweed on her desk.

“I thought you knew everything,” you huffed, staring intently as a shell you had pulled out of your suit sleeve.

“Well clearly not,” Natasha mumbled to herself.

You leaned over to rest your elbows on the desk, your dripping wet hair leaving puddles on the mahogany and her papers. Natasha set her jaw and gave you a look, keeping eye contact. But your eyes gave off that mischievous sparkle, the one that would make any woman swoon. And Natasha’s heart raced.

“Think I can get that in writing?” You asked with a raised brow. “You know, for the next time you act like a know-it-all.”

“Did you just come in here to act like an ass?” Natasha asked as she picked her papers up and started walking out.

“Actually,” you started as you pushed away from the desk and stood up, “I’m here to bring you this.”

You held your open hand out, palm up, and Natasha looked cautiously to see what it was. In the middle of your palm was a whole shell, with a small black pearl in the centre. It looked absolutely stunning, and Natasha reached out to gently take it.

“Why did you bring this to me?” Natasha asked, although she feared she already knew your answer.

“Cheeseburger found the shell the other day,” you shrugged, “and Roger got the pearl out.”

Natasha did her best not to chuckle at the silly names you had given the octopus and otter that usually inhabited your moon pool. Cheeseburger, the octopus, had lost two limbs and had a nasty habit of stealing your cheeseburgers (hence the name), while Roger was an in-progress rehabilitation project. Unfortunately, the three of you were like peas in a pod.

“It’s beautiful,” Natasha mused, her eyes still glued to the pearl. “But I can’t take this home to my fiancee.”

You huffed and crossed your arms over your chest. The space between the both of you increased as you visibly took a step back, and Natasha missed the closeness. Things had seemed normal only a moment ago, and now she could feel you closing yourself off to her, going cold once again.

“Then give it to Maria,” you shrugged. “Get some brownie points before going off on another mission with her favourite person.”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it,” Natasha shot back. “I just don’t want to waste your gift.”

“It was just cluttering up my space,” you replied, voice cold.

“Give it to Yelena,” Natasha said softly, holding the shell and pearl back out for you to take. “She would love it.”

“Yelena,” you huffed with a small smile. A sad smile. You grabbed the shell from her hand rather roughly, causing Natasha to flinch. “Thanks for the input.”

“Y/N,” Natasha started, but you were already walking away in the opposite direction, head high and feet dragging.

Natasha sighed and started her own way back to her floor. She wanted Maria to distract her. From you.

———

“What’s our objective again?” You shouted from the back of the quinjet.

“Personnel recovery,” Yelena answered. “Some scientist wanted out of AIM.”

“Why is that my responsibility?” You continued. Your boots echoed off the floor and you popped your head in between Yelena’s and Natasha’s chairs.

“Because something smelled-”

“Don’t,” Natasha interrupted.

“-fishy,” Yelena finished anyway, and both you and Natasha groaned as she just laughed at herself.

“I’m not paid enough for this,” Natasha mumbled to herself before turning her head and looking out the windows.

“I’ll throttle you,” you said as you lightly slapped Yelena upside the head.

“Listen,” she tried to say around another round of giggles, “if Fury ever told me his plans, I wouldn’t be stuck here with you two.”

“Well why don’t you find out? I wanna know why he’s sending me on this mission.”

“I already told you, I don’t know.”

“Why don’t you know? Surely you must have some kind of-”

“Can you both shut up?” Natasha shouted. The both of you grew silent immediately, and Natasha finally let out a breath and tried to rub her growing migraine away.

“Should’ve just sent Nat,” you grumbled. “She’s grumpy enough to scare everyone away all on her own.”

Yelena snorted, and when Natasha shot a look her way, she tried her best to look out the window. You, on the other hand, held up to her challenge and met her eyes. That ridiculous smirk refused to disappear, and Natasha wanted so desperately to wipe it off your face. But instead she just turned back around and looked out the window once again.

The rest of the trip was silent, only the occasional update being spoken aloud. Yelena managed to drop the both of you off and stayed in the jet, more than ready for when you both got back and could get back to the Tower for a well-deserved weekend.

It was a quick jog to the location, with tents and cages set up all around the landing port. The building was a few stories tall, but well fortified with guards around every corner. The majority of cages were empty, but every now and then you could hear a bear, a dog, a human.

“I thought these guys were scientists,” you whispered from where you were crouched beside Natasha.

“They are,” Natasha nodded.

“Must be pretty paranoid then,” you continued.

“You would be too if your work relied on illegal mutant experimentation,” Natasha clarified. You didn’t say anything else, but she could see your knuckles going pale.

“Let’s get our man and go,” you practically growled. “Before I kill them all.”

Natasha knew you weren’t joking.

You both went in opposite directions, you heading to the back door and Natasha heading to the side. There was no guaranteeing that the scientist was even inside at all, but that was the easiest place to check. There was too much vulnerability outside and Natasha wasn’t going to risk getting caught and failing another mission.

“How are we supposed to find one nerd in a facility full of nerds?” You asked over the intercoms, and Natasha assumed you had made it into the building.

“Be nice,” Natasha whispered, “not all scientists are nerds.”

“Bruce and Tony are,” you replied. Natasha pulled herself against a wall when she heard voices. “Everyone here is.”

“Hush,” Natasha whispered. You remained silent as Natasha listened to footsteps getting closer, and then turning into the opposite direction. She let out a quiet breath.

“Do we really want to help someone who’s torturing mutants?” You asked again, a barely contained anger in your voice.

Natasha rounded another corner, trying to come up with an answer for you. You weren’t wrong; she didn’t like the idea either. Why save the scientist when you could save the people instead? But Fury wanted him, and there had to be a reason for it. The location was known, so someone could always come back to save them another day.

“Nick will send us back another day,” Natasha finally said out loud. You huffed on the other end of the comms.

You both continued through the facility, methodically clearing rooms until finally you indicated you had found him. Some wiry man with broken glasses, according to your description. Natasha gave confirmation and headed to the meet up point, somewhere on the second floor. Once Natasha was about to round the corner to the location, she could hear your voice carrying through the halls.

“You’re lucky I don’t wring your neck myself.”

“What’s the problem?” Natasha asked as soon as she saw you.

You were right. The man was wiry and nerdy, something you would expect from a mad scientist in a comic book. White tape was wrapped around the nose piece of his glasses in stereotypical fashion and he was hunched over like the world was resting on his shoulders.

No surprise, considering you were hovering nearly a foot over him.

“He called me an animal,” you seethed, your hands visibly shaking with the desire to have them around the man’s neck.

“Look at your arms and neck, what else could you be?” He asked in a gruff New Jersey accent.

“You want an animal? I’ll show you an-”

“That’s enough,” Natasha demanded. She stepped in between the both of you and pushed you away, not even bothering to get near the man.

“If he has to go with us, then so does one of the mutants,” you said, leaving no room for argument in your voice.

“We can’t risk it, we’re leaving them here,” Natasha said quickly. The hair on the back of her neck was starting to stand up and her stomach felt like it was dropping.

“I’m not leaving them and taking that,” you said through clenched teeth while pointing at the scientist.

“You’re going to risk my life for one of them?” He asked, his face drawn in disgust at the mere thought that his life was equal to a mutant’s. Natasha wanted to strangle him.

“We will come back for them another day,” Natasha said again, but you didn’t look convinced.

“I’m not leaving without them, so you’re gonna have to wait,” you shot back.

Voices could be heard in the stairwell a few halls away.

“And I’m not risking another mission,” Natasha argued, walking closer to you and forcing you to step backward to keep your space.

“If you think I’m taking that and leaving one of those kids then you’re-”

Click.

The both of you froze, your eyes boring into Natasha’s. A heavy silence fell upon the both of you, so thick Natasha struggled to draw breath. Her heart was pounding in her ears and that feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach returned.

And then your eyes left hers, trailing down to the too-tight cuffs that were now keeping you chained to the pipes against the wall. They weren’t the usual police handcuffs, but the kind that they had used on Loki after the invasion of New York.

You weren’t getting out of them.

“Natasha,” you started, your eyes moving back to meet hers.

“I’m sorry,” Natasha whispered. She took one heavy step back, never taking her eyes off of you.

“Unlock them,” you continued. Your chest was starting to rise and fall slightly faster.

“Someone will come for you,” Natasha said again with a slight nod.

Her mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton.

“Get back here, Romanoff,” you said as Natasha started leading the scientist down the hall.

Away from you.

She didn’t answer. She just felt her leaden boots take step after step, leading her further away from where you were chained. When she didn’t answer, she heard the sound of metal pulling against metal and your grunts and groans as you tried to yank the cuffs off.

“You can’t leave me here!” You shouted, your voice echoing down the hall after Natasha had turned the final corner.

She heard other voices coming from the same direction as yours, quickly followed by shouting and the solid thuds of blows being landed.

“Natalia!” You shouted again once Natasha had opened the door to lead the scientist out.

Only moments after the door shut, Natasha heard your scream. A scream of anger and frustration, a scream that reached down Natasha’s throat and ripped her heart out. The prick of tears in her eyes left a sinking feeling in her gut, left her feeling empty and a broken shell.

But she had a mission. And she was going to complete it.

She shoved the scientist in the direction of the quinjet and didn’t look back. Ignoring the whining and complaining coming from the man and eventually just throwing him into the back of the quinjet, ignoring the way Yelena jumped at the sudden noise.

“Where’s Y/N?” Yelena asked, moving her head around, trying to see if you were close behind.

“Get us in the air,” Natasha ordered. Tears pricked her eyes once again.

“Are they coming?” Yelena asked again, ignoring Natasha’s order.

“I said get us in the air, now.”

Yelena gave Natasha a look that sent a shiver down her spine, but turned around and got the jet in the air nonetheless. The scientist pulled himself into the seat next to Natasha. He seemed much more relaxed, and Natasha couldn’t blame him. He probably didn’t realise just how much had been risked to get him back to SHIELD.

“You made the right choice,” he said after some unbearable silence. Natasha turned to look at him, her brows pulled together.

“Excuse me?”

“You made the right choice,” he said again with an enthusiastic nod. “You never know what those animals might do-”

He was cut off with a choked gasp as Natasha slammed her elbow into his face, and he quickly lost consciousness.

“Just shut up,” she mumbled to herself, knowing he couldn’t hear her.

It didn’t make her feel any better.

———

It was six weeks before the party had been dispatched to get you back. The party had consisted of Natasha, Yelena, and Wanda, and there was going to be nothing extra. They were going to get you out and get back to SHIELD, no side missions, no stops, no questions.

Maybe it just so happened that the only way to get you was to burn the facility to the ground and get the rest of the mutants out. Maybe they had called for a second quinjet to arrive to make sure everyone was able to get out safely.

Yelena and Wanda were tasked with getting everyone on the jets and eliminating the few soldiers remaining while Natasha had scoured the facility top to bottom to find you. There was a large portion of the basement that Natasha had found, filled with surgical equipment and things that would have been enough to give anyone nightmares.

And you were there, nude, in a too-small empty glass tank with a chain around your ankle. There were rips and tears in the thin membranes between your spines, and a dark black mark on your left shoulder blade. From her angle, it looked like some kind of gunk was stuck in your gills. You were curled up into a fetal position and kept your eyes glued to the ground directly in front of you.

“Y/N,” Natasha said, her gun still drawn but lowered.

“I should thank you, Miss Romanoff,” a voice called, and Natasha spun with gun raised to find a scientist walk forward, standing near a panel by your tank. “You gave me my greatest obsession.”

“How about you just let them out and I don’t kill you,” Natasha shrugged.

“I’ve learned a lot from our little friend,” he continued, ignoring her. “And you’re in time to see the results of something I’ve been working on.”

“Let them go,” Natasha said again. She cocked the gun, but the man laughed.

“I hear drowning is a horrible way to die,” he said, still ignoring her.

Out of the corner of her eye, Natasha saw you raise your head and look at her. The dark spots under your eyes were beyond evident, sticking out against the sickened colour of your skin. There was no emotion in your eyes, not even a silent plea for help.

You looked like you had already accepted death.

“How long do you think a sea creature can hold its breath underwater before it needs to breathe?” He asked, his fingers typing against the panel.

“Don’t,” Natasha shouted, her trigger finger pulling instinctively and burying a bullet into the man’s chest. He was dead before he hit the floor.

Water started filling your tank, and you stood up to get your head as tall as it could get. Natasha nodded at you once, and you covered your head as she fired shot after shot at the tank. But there wasn’t even a dent, nothing to indicate that the tank could be broken.

“What do I do?” Natasha asked as she ran up to the tank, watching the water slowly rise to your ankles.

You didn’t speak, didn’t open your mouth, instead pointing as best you could to a discrete pipe against the opposite wall. Natasha looked at it and followed the direction until she saw a lone wheel connected to the wall. A wheel that could control the water flow.

“Stay here,” Natasha told you as she ran off, grimacing to herself. It wasn’t like you had anywhere to go.

She grabbed the wheel and pulled, but it didn’t budge. It felt like she was trying to pull a quinjet with her bare hands; an impossible task in and of itself. Her eyes trailed over to see the water had reached your waist. There had to be something else she could get, something to help.

The thud of your hands on the glass made her turn, and you were pointing in another direction. Her eyes followed, but there wasn’t anything she could see that would immediately-

A pipe.

Natasha sprinted to grab it from the table, nearly dropping it in her haste to get back to the wheel. The water was up to your neck, and Natasha could already see that your gills weren’t filtering anything. They stayed terribly still, and Natasha had to drag her feet to get back to the wheel.

She stuck the pipe into the empty spaces of the wheel and pulled, yelling in frustration until it finally moved. She continued pulling until she heard the flow of water stop, and a tired smile etched itself onto her lips as she turned back around to see you.

But the water was over your head, and now she was leaving you to drown.

She couldn’t break the glass; the water was off and you were still drowning. Your eyes were wide, and the fear of the situation finally made its way onto your face as you curled in on yourself and started pulling at the chain around your ankle, air bubbles escaping from your nose at a rapid rate.

Natasha got an idea. She didn’t hesitate as she started pushing the pipe, the flow of water rushing back. Only this time, she didn’t stop until the pipes rattled with the flow, barely able to contain the volume inside. She pushed until the pipe stuck, and she turned and ran back to the tank.

Your eyes were closing, the air bubbles almost nonexistent, your struggle against the chain ending. Natasha started banging on the glass, trying to keep you awake, but you didn’t move, instead just floating, and Natasha felt her heart sink.

The glass creaked under her fingers. Natasha’s eyes shot open and she watched the glass, noting the single crack that started to web across the entirety of the tank. She barely had time to step aside as the glass shattered, water shooting out and leaving you to drop to the ground.

When you didn’t move, Natasha jumped forward, dropping to the ground and immediately starting CPR. She could feel a rib break, maybe two, but she didn’t stop. She wasn’t going to stop until you could breathe. You just needed to fucking breathe-

Your body shuddered as you choked, coughing up water before your eyes shot open. Natasha felt herself let out a shaky breath, but she didn’t let herself rest. She grabbed her gun and shot where the chain was connected to the floor, listening to it break before grabbing you and pulling you up.

“You need to lose some weight,” Natasha groaned as you leaned on her side, your feet barely moving.

You didn’t say a word the whole trip out of the facility. Just managed to drag yourself out, eventually walking more on your own when you neared the quinjet. Yelena ran up to the both of you and got on your other side, sharing a look with Natasha.

“I’ve got it,” Yelena said in a tone that told Natasha to let go and give her some space.

Natasha did, watching as Yelena finished dragging you to the quinjet and putting you in a seat before wrapping a blanket around your naked form. Your eyes fell back to the ground when Yelena finally got the jet in the air, and you refused to look at anyone when you got back to the Tower, leaving Natasha without a second thought.

———

Natasha was sitting at the bar on the common floor, picking apart her food. She had tried to see you multiple times over the past two weeks, only to be turned away by doctors or Yelena. There was something wrong, but Natasha couldn’t find out because no one would let her.

The ding of the elevator had her turning her head, not necessarily eager but casually curious on who had appeared. To her surprise, Yelena walked out with a McDonald’s bag in hand, some drink in the other. She didn’t look happy, but Natasha could’ve expected that.

After all, Yelena hadn’t forgiven her.

“How are they?” Natasha asked.

“Alive, no thanks to you,” Yelena shot back. But she had stopped and was talking back; that was an improvement from the past two weeks.

“I had a mission,” Natasha said, but her voice was small, weak.

“They were part of that mission,” Yelena answered.

“I’m sorry,” Natasha said quietly. She said it to assuage her own guilt. It didn’t work.

“You’re stringing them along,” Yelena said, her voice taking a different tone that Natasha hadn’t been expecting. “Just marry Maria already and end the suffering.”

“I’m not stringing them along,” Natasha defended.

But she knew she was wrong. Yelena was right. And Natasha wasn’t going to stop because what would her life be without you? How could she go about her day-to-day life if she knew you weren’t going to be there in some fashion? Maybe she was in love with Maria and was going to marry her, but that didn’t mean she wanted to throw you away.

“Just be gentle,” Yelena said with a sigh. “Everyone has feelings at stake.”

“And you?” Natasha asked, causing Yelena to freeze. “What feelings do you have at stake?”

A small, sad smile made its way onto her face.

“Desire,” Yelena shrugged, but just like that her demeanour changed. “Y/N said I couldn’t eat before them, and I very much desire this McChicken.”

“You’re disgusting,” Natasha chuckled.

“And this McFlurry. You know the good stuff,” Yelena teased again, causing the both of them to laugh.

“Then go on,” Natasha motioned toward where she assumed you were waiting. “I’d hate for the two of you to starve.”

Yelena gave her a smile, one like the good old days, and continued her walk. She stopped in the doorway and turned around.

“Oh, Fury wanted me to tell you something.” Natasha gave her a look for her to continue. “You and Y/N are going undercover. As a couple.” With that, Yelena continued off, leaving Natasha to deal with the news.

Why couldn’t things ever be easy?

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#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #black widow x reader #my writing

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hazelcephalopod · 3 years ago

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Looking through the telescope (Nat 20) with Orym and Imogen.

The Lattice shape around the moon itself. (Religion check, 8*). A glint in the red storm. The machine strains to allow them to see drawing a lot of power. The storm parts for a moment revealing a city.

End episode.

*I’m guessing this has something to do with the divine gate. The references to lattice like patterns and fences and cages, feels like a good guess.

#critical role #cr spoilers #critical role spoilers

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lumosinlove · 4 years ago

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Between Fifth And You

AO3

chapter two

It’s Saturday night for Manhattan’s elite, and we know what that means. The Noble House of Black beckons, and one particularly family seems to be a little behind on preparations—at least, their youngest son is.

Spotted—Logan Tremblay, looking hot in nothing but basketball shorts. Better soak up that fading blue August heat while you can, Lo. Or are you more interested in something a little more…fiery? But in the LES? Why so far from home, Dorothy? Eye color isn’t the only thing green about the Tremblay family. And they have a bad habit of sorting everything out with a little help from Ben Franklin.

“Shoot, shoot!”

Logan pivoted on his heel and was able to toss the ball around his opponent’s shoulder. He only caught a glimpse of red hair as Finn caught it with ease and jumped it up to the rim.

Finn O’Hara. One of these days Logan was going to step on his own shoes watching Finn O’Hara. His pale chest looked like sugar dusting, his exertion-red cheeks the goddamn cherry.

“Point moo-oi!” Finn shouted, slapping Will Morgan and Percy Marshall on their bare backs. “That’s how you say it, right, Tremblay?”

Logan feigned a shudder. “Non.”

“Shorty’s got game,” Will laughed, sweat dripping down his dark brown skin, darkening the leather bracelets he wore.

Percy shook his head, swallowing over a caught-breath, his silver Star of David swinging at his throat. “Shorty must be cheating with his Upper Side shoes.”

Logan just narrowed his eyes and laughed, pushing his hair out of his eyes. “You’re just tall. Doesn’t mean you’re good.”

“Yeah, yeah, Mazel tov, you fucker.”

“I’m finally winning,” Finn grinned. “And now I gotta get back to the shop. I said be back in five…pretty sure it’s been fifty-five.”

Logan swallowed. “I’ll—I’ll walk you.”

Percy slapped him on the back as they left, and Finn held the cage door of the basketball court open for him.

“So, you’re back at school?” Finn asked as he pulled his shirt on. Logan nodded, following suit, picking at the neck where it stuck to his sweaty skin.

“Yeah,” Logan nodded. “I’m supposed to be getting fitted for a suit right now.”

Finn snorted. “What does that have to do with school?”

“Oh,” the corner of Logan’s mouth raised as he realized. “Nothing, I…well, you know. The social scene. It sort of all feels like one thing, up there.”

Finn pouted at him. “Poor baby. Too many parties.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Logan laughed.

“Hey, feel like lunch?”

“I thought you had to be back.”

Finn shrugged. “I’m hungry.”

Logan bit his lip, wondering how many different ways his older sisters could actually kill him. Honestly, he thought he’d just die on the spot of he passed up the change to be squeezed into one of the small restaurants that Finn frequented. Screw the grand tables of his life. Logan wanted cracked leather booths small enough to let their ankles brush. Not that he’d ever say that out loud.

Finn didn’t disappoint. They walked down the shade of Mott street, then turned at a bakeshop on the corner. Finn pointed at it.

“You’ve been here, haven’t you?”

Logan raised a shoulder. “I don’t get down here much.”

Finn snorted. “Listen to you. Down here. You’re down here enough to pop into my bookstore all the time.”

Logan studied the cakes in the windows, biting his lip when he realized Finn’s eyes were still on him in the reflection. “I…yeah.”

Finn flicked the bill of Logan’s hat which shaded the back of his neck. “How’s that latest book you bought?”

Logan turned away from the window to get them walking again, not sure where they were going but trusting Finn to lead. “I’m starting school, man, I don’t have all the time in the world.”

Finn just laughed. “Come on, let’s catch the 6.”

Logan found himself squeezed into a tiny French restaurant in the West Village that served them even tinier croissants.

“I know the chef,” Finn said popping one he had spread jam and butter on into his mouth. “Dumo. Don’t pay a cent. I fucking love these things.”

Logan would have bought Finn a thousand of the tiny pastries without a blink just to see him lick a bit of jam from his thumb again.

“Dumo doesn’t sound very French…” Logan began cutting up his waffle.

Finn laughed. “Pascal Dumais does.”

“Oh. Yeah, that’s more like it.”

Logan glanced at a woman and her baby, who had started crying. He tried to think of something to say. For someone who’s job seemed to be making small talk at various parties and charming people with his accent—or so his mother sometimes said—he sure was horrible at it.

“So, what’s the suit for?” Finn asked, taking a sip of his black coffee.

“A fashion show,” Logan sighed, hiding his surprise—and maybe delight—at Finn’s unknowing shrug. “It’s…sort of a lot. Lots of people and cameras. And I always have to wear something green.”

Finn hummed in understanding. “It’s the eyes, yeah?”

Logan nodded. “A lot of fast English, too.”

Finn tilted his head. “I didn’t know that was hard for you. You’re perfect.”

Logan tried not to flush and covered it with a shrug. “I lived in France until I was fifteen before we finally moved to my dad. It’s still nice to be able to read lips sometimes. With the flashes and they make it super dark…I don’t know.”

“No, that makes sense,” Finn said, brown eyes soft. He smiled. “Hey, well, if you don’t want to go to the fitting, come man the shop with me. I’d love the company.”

Logan looked at him and ached, but saw his older sister Noelle’s pleading, excited expression in his mind. He might not love the scene, but he loved his sisters. “I wish I could. Really.”

They finished up their food and Logan had to admit that he lingered over his coffee until Finn said he absolutely had to leave.

“Hey, Tremblay,” Finn called from down the sidewalk, and Logan turned in the full knowledge that seeing the smile Finn sent him would only make him want to stay more.

The dutiful son wants the bookshop boy…I don’t know, Lo. How will their royal highnesses feel about that?

“Come buy more books you don’t read soon, okay?”

Logan couldn’t help but smile back. “D’accord.”

Finn walked backwards a few steps, yelling, “And bring me something green!” before turning and jogging down the subway stairs.

Logan laughed as he called his driver to him, escaping the heat for air conditioned leather.

XOXO

Pearls or diamonds, Upper Siders? Armani or Ralph? What, like you have other questions tonight?

Well, I have one for you. A tip from a friendly scroller gave me a peak at tonight’s guest list. Do you think we’re in for more than just a showdown on the runway? Cat fights over cat walks is what I always say.

XOXO.

[Image description: Two name cards reading, from left to right, Leo Knut and Remus Lupin, Sirius Black and Sebastian Montague]

Remus found Julian already dressed and tapping at a game on his phone when he descended the winding staircase of their penthouse.

“You waiting for mom and dad?” Remus said, dropping a kiss to the top of his head.

“And you,” Julian said.

“Right, right,” Remus smoothed his black tuxedo, trying to ignore the subtle glint of blue-silver embroidered into the black velvet. His mother was a planner—which Remus liked usually—but this design had not aged well. This suit had a twin that it no longer belonged with. Remus clenched his jaw as he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He’d hoped wearing it would feel like defiance.

But it only felt like he was lonely. He gave his head a hard shake. He had Leo. He couldn’t let New York throw him.

“Gossip Girl’s going crazy. Of course,” Julian said.

“Jules, you shouldn’t read that stuff,” Remus sighed. “It’s just gossip—”

“Just posted about Sirius,” Julian murmured.

Remus huffed, pushing his hair out of its too neat style in the mirror. “So?”

Julian shrugged, but pointedly looked away when Remus took out his own phone.

The photo looked like one from the paparazzi, but the sight of Sirius on the red carpet made Remus’ throat close up.

I spy a statement piece. Or maybe it’s just a statement. Sirius Black arrives on the red carpet—or should I say black carpet—with none other than New York’s favorite icon, in worship and fashion alike. The Saint of these streets is looking particularly dashing tonight, hand in hand with the heir of this city. Ouch, Re. Looks like you’ve been dethroned.

Remus stared down at the screen, neck hot. Sirius’ suit sleeves had the barely there leather half moon cut-outs that Remus remembered tracing onto his skin.

Sirius had smiled into their kiss. Think anyone will notice?

Remus had just laughed. Everyone will notice.

But there was Saint, a crown of moonstones in his golden hair.

Remus looked down at his own suit. Of course Saint had thought of a way they’d match, that was all it was, but it still felt like a snub.

“I sort of miss him,” Julian said quietly.

Remus’ heart pulled. He swallowed and clicked his phone off. He looked at Julian, who looked almost sheepish.

“Do you?” Julian asked even more quietly.

“Don’t you like Leo?” Remus asked.

“Of course,” Julian nodded quickly. “But…”

“Remus,” Hope smiled, coming down the stairs arm-in-arm with their father. “Jules. Ready, boys?”

Remus didn’t think saying no was an option. He cleared his throat, pushed his hair back.

“Almost,” he said, backtracking towards the stairs. “Just a second. Gotta call Leo, make sure he hasn’t left yet.”

XOXO

“We can watch a livestream of the red carpet and the show,” Natalie said. “Sit.”

Finn groaned, squished beside Natalie on her tiny sofa. “That feels like I’m stalking him.”

“We’re allowed to stalk the boys we like.”

“You’re dating my brother, Nat. Does this mean you stalked him?”

“It really does,” Alex said, coming in from the kitchen with their margaritas and dropping a kiss to Natalie’s temple.

“Hm,” Natalie smiled up at him, accepting a kiss to her lips. “Scruffy.”

Finn sighed and pulled a knee up to his chest, watching the loading video Natalie had pulled up.

“Your wifi sucks,” he mumbled.

“It’ll load,” Natalie scooted over for Alex and passed Finn his drink.

“Salsa, too,” Finn said, waving it over.

Finally, the video popped up to a view of the red carpet.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Alex said.

“Be nice,” Natalie laughed. “It’s fashion!”

“Look,” Alex sighed. “I know they’re wealthy and it’s suppose to be all, I don’t know sandy beaches and wristwatches, but not a single one of these people look remotely happy. Like take a look at this guy—“

Finn looked over the sandy-haired man posing in front of the cameras—well, not posing, really. Kasey Winter, the commentators were saying.

“Nice hair,” Natalie crunched on a chip. “And listen to that, his mother’s one of the biggest producers at Weird Sisters Records.”

“Fine, but he looks like he’s ready to kill someone. I mean, anyone else think its kind of fucked up that the New York families go to a New York university where New York businesses draw from New York’s elite?”

“Yes,” Finn and Natalie said in unison.

And then there was Logan.

Finn let out an embarrassing sound and set his drink down, leaning forward.

Logan walked out in front of the cameras with three girls—his sisters, Finn remembered. Not to mention he followed all of them on Instagram. They had a lot of shoes, sure, but they seemed all right.

“I saw this thing on Gossip Girl about one of the sisters,” Natalie said. “She—”

“Nat, why the hell do you read that?”

Natalie shot him a look. “Like you don’t.”

Finn ignored them, too focused on the dark, nearly black, velvety green cape—or was it cloak?—that covered Logan’s shoulders down to above his elbows, falling to an elegant point at the small of his back over his black suit. The sisters had a similar get-up in one way or another—a green train, a shawl, a corset. Logan’s clasp was a silver fleur-de-lis.

“Green,” Finn breathed.

“What?” Alex asked.

Finn bit the inside of his cheek at Logan’s expression. It was meant to be blank, Finn thought, at-ease and untouchable, but it came off almost enticing. His dark eyelashes swept against his cheeks. Finn watched his throat bob around a swallow, his adored eyes shifting from flash to flash.

“Nothing,” Finn answered his brother.

“How’d you meet this kid anyway, Fish?” his brother asked.

“I was closing up shop about a month ago,” Finn said. “And he stopped at one of our windows. Looked like he’d run the entire island, he was breathing so hard. Not to mention it was pouring like nothing else. Thought he was gonna pass out, so I unlocked the door and let him in to get dry. I don’t know, he was kind of shy at first. Listened to me talk for about an hour before he started giving anything back.” Finn shrugged, watching Logan walk off screen. “I invite him to play basketball with me, Morg, and Percy now. We get lunch after sometimes.”

Natalie sighed. “He looked like one unhappy camper.”

“I think his family puts a lot of pressure on him. He’s the baby. Only son. All that bullshit.”

“I kind of want that cape,” Natalie said.

Alex sighed. “That’s the idea.”

Natalie slapped his chest, then kissed his cheek, and Finn watched Logan walk off-screen.

XOXO

“What say you, Capulet?”

Sirius looked down at Saint at his shoulder. “They’re out of crab puffs.”

“Boo,” Saint said. “You still closing the show?”

“Yep.”

“Shouldn’t you be in hair and makeup?”

“Yep.”

Saint stepped in front of him, the gold band of moonstones nestled in his curls glinting in the dark stage lights. “Looking for someone?”

Sirius just reached out and ran a gentle thumbnail beneath where Saint’s golden eyeliner had smudged against his brown skin, striking it back to a point. “Nope. See you after the show.”

Saint clucked his tongue. “I’m unimpressed.”

“What else is new?” Sirius said.

Saint went to smile, when his eyes flickered behind Sirius and he raised his eyebrows. “That.”

Sirius turned around, and quickly schooled his expression. The cameras were going wild, and in front of all the flashing lights was Remus, hand-in-hand with Leo Knut.

“They make a sunshine pair,” Saint said from beside him. “How’re you feeling?”

Sirius touched two fingers to one of the black-leather moons on his jacket sleeve. They were meant to go with Remus’ stars. He remembered planning for them. He’d thought…part of him had thought if he’d worn them tonight—

“Cloudy sky,” he replied to Saint.

“I was gonna say dappled sunlight in…” Saint glanced around. “A dark forest.”

Remus and Leo were wearing dress shirts, collars rumpled and unbuttoned at their throats, each in a smooth shade of cream. Their hands, decked out in golden rings, were laced together, and they both wore pale gray slacks, slim cut, and laceless nikes.

My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun…hmm, but don’t I spy some burning jealous?

“What are we going for here,” Saint raised an eyebrow. “Left in a hurry and didn’t get the dress code?”

“We’re going against me,” Sirius replied, slipping his hands into his pockets and trying to stand straight. “That’s all.”

“Sunlight in a dark forest, indeed.”

Sirius watched them looking out over the flashes, and tried not to look surprised when golden eyes met his own. Remus’ expression didn’t change either. Instead, he simply blinked, then looked away. Leo, tall and lean, leaned into his ear, and Remus smiled. The cameras popped like champagne.

I love right here, Sirius remembered his own voice, the feeling of the soft skin by Remus’ eye beneath his thumb. I love right here when you smile.

“I need to get backstage,” Sirius said shortly, and turned on his heel.

“I’ll be watching.”

“Don’t I know,” Sirius called as he weaved his way through the crowd, heading backstage. The woman with a radio in her ear looked annoyed and nervous when he slipped past her, and radioed that he had arrived to whoever it was that needed to know.

“Sirius!” Alice called, hands full of makeup brushes and up in the air. “Jesus Christ, do you think I have all fucking night?”

Sirius shrugged out of his red carpet jacket—which someone took—and slid into her chair. “Sorry, Al.”

She twirled a protective cape around his shoulders, snapping it at the base of his neck. “It’s a good thing you’re pretty. But then again, I think everyone’s pretty.”

Sirius closed his eyes, letting her begin. “People are.”

Alice had just finished contour when Sirius all but felt his mother’s presence. A shift in the air. A cooler wind. People standing up straighter and shivering.

“Sirius,” his mother’s face appeared in the mirror. Her red lipstick was the brightest thing about her, and even that was almost mauve. Her dress was tight around her breasts, but cascaded in thick waves of velvet behind her, and she wore tall leather boots. It almost looked like armor. “You’re very late, darling.”

“Sorry,” Sirius said. “Saint and I got caught up in the crowd, I guess.”

She hummed. “You two looked fetching out there. He’s much more pleasing than that other boy ever was. His family is important, too.”

It was true, that his mother had never liked Remus much. Though, Sirius couldn’t compare him and Saint. They were two different oceans.

“Get dressed,” his mother breathed, and was already snapping her fingers at one of the other models before Sirius could say another word.

“All right?” Alice asked him quietly.

Sirius looked at himself in the mirror. Her contour made his face look almost gaunt, as was the general makeup for all of the models, and he knew he’d be given dark eye makeup next, his hair fluffed into perfect curls.

“Fine,” Sirius said, and closed his eyes to let her work.

Sirius was shrugging into his given outfit—a billowing longcoat, 20th century in fashion, and a longer tunic made almost entirely of the thinnest black silk. It would shimmer when he walked, he knew, and his tall, lace-up boots, the flat sole so thin and delicate that he almost felt barefoot, would disappear beneath the shimmer. His mother was cold, stubborn, and cruel sometimes, an unfeeling, yawning sort of dark, but she was talented.

“Lord Vader,” came a voice from behind him, and Sirius laughed even before he turned to face Thomas Walker.

“Sounds about right,” Sirius said, and they clasped hands, pulling them into a one-armed hug. “You look fantastic, though.”

Thomas spun slowly on his heel, letting the long, loose fitting white linen of his button-down—which went out in two, tuxedo-like tails at his back—flare out above his slim, black trousers. He wore a thin scarf of distressed wool.

“Like a fallen gentleman, no?” Thomas grinned. “I might try and steal these pants. And maybe the shirt for Noelle.”

“Oh, yeah,” Sirius smiled, spying Noelle’s green eyes behind his shoulder. “She’ll love that.”

Noelle wrapped her arms, which were draped in a transparent green cloth, around Thomas’ waist. “Thanks for thinking of me, T baby.”

Thomas laughed in surprise. “Who let you back stage?”

“I’m a Tremblay, they’ll let us in anywhere.”

Thomas turned his head to capture Noelle in a soft kiss.

“See you after, hm?” Noelle said. “I’m gonna go say hi to my friend, she’s walking tonight, too.”

“Yeah, we’ll ride to Honeyduke’s together.”

Noelle raised an eyebrow at him. “You coming, Black?”

“Saint all but owns the place,” Sirius said. “Of course I am.”

Sirius walked. He didn’t look down, or hear the cameras. It wasn’t his favorite thing in the world, to be up here, not able to see past the lights—but something tonight was different. It felt as it had the night of his and Remus’ first kiss.

In that show, he had had one, thin line of black lipstick traced over the center of his bottom lip. It had marked Remus’ throat and cheeks like soot by the end of it all.

Remus had been waiting for him back stage.

“Come here,” Remus had whispered, and laced their fingers together.

“Where?” Sirius had answered, surprised by their palms pressing together.

But it hadn’t been a place. Remus had pressed them back in between clothing racks, and crashed their mouths together.

Here, Remus had whispered, and kissed him again.

Sirius felt the absence of the stage lights like a wash of cold air, and he stretched out his back, letting his stony face drop a little. He glanced around, but there was no one to be found. His cheeks were warm just thinking about it.

“Good,” his mother said as he passed her by to take off the makeup, and that was all.

XOXO

Saint looked across Honeyduke’s and felt like it was his. Logan was laughing with Thomas and Noelle, and he had Kasey Winter beside him, securing tickets to one of their favorite bands to see together.

“Done,” Kasey said, and flashed one of his rare smiles.

“I knew you were my favorite,” Saint took a sip of his drink, and Kasey scoffed.

“Me or my mom?”

“Maybe a little of both. Oh, and we’re going to sushi beforehand.”

Kasey’s smile was larger now. “Wouldn’t have it any other way. You gonna leave with that drummer again? What’s her name?”

Saint smiled. “Oh, Sally. And I make it a habit to always leave with the drummer.”

Kasey just shook his head. “Yeah, yeah. I’m getting a drink and leaving you to your one-liners.”

Saint watched him go, feeling settled, and set about scanning the room for Sirius. He was sure he’d know if he was there—people tended to swarm to Sirius, even if he didn’t ask for it. It was part of the reason they were so close. People flocked to Saint, too. So, they asked for each other’s company. A more intimate, calm part of life. Sirius was quiet. Saint wasn’t, but he let Saint , for a moment, be that way, too. Saint was loud. Sirius wasn’t, but Saint had his ways to fire him up.

“Another drink, sir?”

Saint looked over his shoulder, only to turn all the way around, interest peaked. The bartender had sandy hair, and a strong jaw, his cheeks textured by acne scars in some places. He had brown eyes—save for a sliver of green in one.

“Only if you have one with me,” Saint said, and glanced down at his name-tag. “Luke.”

Luke arched an eyebrow, pressing the heels of his palms onto the bar between them, revealing rolled up sleeves and some type of vine tattoo, wrapping all around both of his forearms.

“I’m working, sir.”

“Is that a later?” he nodded at the tattoo. “Nice.”

“I don’t think so,” Luke said.

“Oh, no?”

Luke scowled—how did he look so handsome doing that?

“Do you make it a habit to go home with all the waiters, too?”

Saint didn’t let his expression flicker, just smiled nice and slow.

“Hillrock,” Saint said. “Neat.”

The barkeep turned away.

Ouch. Looks like not everyone worships at your alter, Saint.

XOXO

The elevator doors opened, revealing the party to Sirius one outfit after the next. He had changed for the afterparty—the first of three. He wore a tight, thin black t-shirt and dark jeans. He hadn’t bothered to wash off the dark, smudged eyeliner from the show. His combat boots went up to just below his knee, and had the same nearly naked feeling sole. It made him feel soundless, like a shadow.

Maybe that’s why it was easy to find Remus and stand beside him without him stirring.

“You’re a little underdressed,” Sirius said without looking at him.

“Says the boy wearing a t-shirt,” Remus replied evenly.

Sirius scowled. “I meant at the show.”

“People like to be surprised,” Remus replied evenly.

“Who’s Leo?”

“My boyfriend.”

Sirius turned towards him. “You didn’t tell me you were coming home.”

Remus matched him. They were nearly chest to chest. “You didn’t say a word to me in class.”

“You didn’t—“

“I had the last word,” Remus snapped. “I figured maybe you’d finally have something to say back.”

Sirius stared at him, heart pounding in his ears. For a moment, he let himself look. At the golden eyes, hair more blond than ever from the summer’s sun. Sirius couldn’t stand that mouth set in a frown.

“Guess not,” Remus said softly, lips dropping open in the way they used to before they kissed.

Sirius all but felt him vanish into the writhing crowd.

XOXO

Finn looked up when a flash of color on the morning-silent street outside caught his eye. He set the books he was holding down, took the pen out from between his teeth.

Green.

“What the hell?” Finn laughed as he pulled open the door to his bookshop to find Logan standing there. “It’s five in the fucking morning, what are you doing here? Couldn’t sleep?”

“Never did,” Logan said, and that’s when Finn saw that Logan was still in his suit from the livestream.

“Ah, I see,” Finn said, eyes flicking up and down his broad form. He swallowed dryly. “The nature of afterparties, I suppose. Well, you—you look good. For someone who’s been up all night, I mean.”

Logan just smiled, one of his small, secretive ones. Finn watched as he stepped forward so they were almost toe to toe in the doorway.

“Wh…” Finn’s voice dropped off with a breathless laugh. He couldn’t help but look at Logan’s mouth. His full lips that could speak a language Finn couldn’t even begin to describe.

Logan just reached up to the base of his own throat and unclipped the fleur-de-lis clasp there. In one smooth swoop, he drew his short cloak from his shoulders and around Finn’s, right over his worn gray t-shirt, clicking it in place. The fabric brought a gentle scent, and he figured it must be Logan’s cologne.

“Something green,” Logan said softly. A warm, early morning breeze ruffled his hair, pushing the curls forward. Finn couldn’t move. “What are you doing here?”

“Inventory,” Finn whispered, then cleared his throat. “Inventory.”

“Okay,” Logan said. “I’ll help.”

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ometochtli2rabbit · 2 months ago

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MAYA:

13.0.12.11.3

lajun[10] AK'BAL|AQ'A'BAL [darkness] - jun [1] ZOTZ

galactic tone: manifestation

sun sign: NIGHT| bat/black/west

spend some time contemplating the stars

NAHUA:

mahtlactli [10] - Calli [house/temple]

Tezcatlipoca | Tepeyollotl

tecolotl [great horned owl]

lord of the night: Mictlantecuhtli

trecena[10]: Quetzalcoatl

x: cempohualli[20] - ochpaniztli

"Rest After Plowing", Qi Baishi, 1933.

"Resting Dancer", Zinaida Serebriakova, 1924.

Day Calli (House, known as Akbal in Maya) is governed by Tepeyollotl, Heart of the Mountain, as its provider of tonalli (Shadow Soul) life energy. Calli is a good day for rest, tranquility and family life. Not a good day for participating in public life. Best spent cementing relationships of trust and mutual interests.

www.azteccalendar.com

since today is to be best for it, here are songs and a group that mention REST:

Cage the Elephant: Ain't No Rest for the Wicked

Lykke Li: No Rest for the Wicked

Cypress Hill: No Rest for the Wicked

The Cox Family: I am Weary (Let Me Rest)

Culture: Still Rest My Heart

Bon Iver: Beth/Rest

Young and Restless: "B" Girls

The Cramps: The Natives are Restless

Taylor Swift: Would've, Could've, Should've

Carly Rae Jepsen: Put It to Rest

Foo Fighters: Rest

Charlotte Gainsbourg: Rest

Kings of Leon: Golden Restless Age

The Hotelier: Your Deep Rest

Sleater-Kinney: Restless

John Parr: Restless Heart

Peter Cetera: Restless Heart

Maya Hawke: Restless Moon

Merle Haggard: Mama Tried

Interpol: Rest My Chemistry

Garfunkel and Oates: Places to Rest

Lamb of God: Laid to Rest

Bon Jovi: I'll Sleep When I'm Dead

ONYX: Ain't No Time to Rest

Vince Gill: Go Rest High on That Mountain

Extreme: Rest in Peace

Alanis Morissette: Rest

Norman Greenbaum: Spirit in the Sky

Conway Twitty: Rest Your Love on Me

Red Hot Chili Peppers: Dani California

Gang Starr: Take a Rest

Rod Stewart: Tomorrow is a Long Time

Buju Banton: 'Til I'm Laid to Rest

Green Day: Wake Me Up When September Ends & Restless Heart Syndrome & Rest

Alice Cooper: Black Juju

Scorpions: Restless Nights

Eric Clapton: Lay Down Sally

Elton John: Can You Feel the Love Tonight?

Johnny Cash: When I Take My Vacation in Heaven

The Band: Nothing Was Delivered

Bob Dylan: Lay Down Your Weary Tune & Restless Farewell

Bruce Springsteen: Restless Nights

New Order: Restless

Brand Nubian: Claimin' I'm a Criminal

Nat King Cole: Brahm's Lullaby

Nirvana: Come As You Are

Public Enemy: Rest in Beats

Pink Floyd: The Narrow Way

Bat for Lashes: Rest Your Head

Depeche Mode: Death's Door

David Bowie: Black Country Rock

Peter Tosh: No Sympathy

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pads-and-moons · 5 years ago

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songs i associate with the marauders / think they would like

sirius

- parents by yungblud

- 18 by arnabor

- sex with a ghost by teddy hyde

- verbatim by mother mother

- post break up sex by the vaccines

- ziggy stardust by david bowie

- harness your hopes by pavement

- devil town by cavetown

- paint it, black by the rolling stones

- adderall by max frost

- can she dance by dr dog

- pierre by ryn weaver

- ivy by frank ocean

- sex drugs etc by beach weather

- monolith by t. rex

- good old fashioned lover boy by queen

- sign of the times by harry styles

- temper temper by lime cordiale

- wires by the neighbourhood

- black sheep by gin wigmore

remus

- eleanor rigby by the beatles

- leaves by cheers elephant

- dear friend, by dayglow

- creep by radiohead

- despair in the departure lounge by the arctic monkeys

- where is my mind by pixies

- my heart is buried in venice by ricky montgomery

- chit chat by beach weather

- moondust (stripped) by jaymes young

- willow tree march by the paper kites

- come and be alone with me by the jungle giants

- a world alone by lorde

- dope on a rope by the growlers

- six months in a leaky boat by split enz

- martha my dear by the beatles

- mardy bum by arctic monkeys

- walking the dog by fun

- hazy miss daisy by kid bloom

- chapstick by hippo campus

- space song by beach house

- freakin out on the interstate by briston maroney

james

- say you like me by we the kings

- take a walk by passion pit

- pumpin blood by nonono

- please notice by christian leave

- give me a try by the wombats

- out of my league by fitz and the tantrums

- shark attack by grouplove

- honey by coastal club

- robbery by lime cordiale

- poison drum by gang of youths

- pursuit of happiness (nightmare) by kid cudi

- 1955 by hilltop hoods

- be okay by oh honey

- young dumb and broke by khalid

- octopus’s garden by the beatles

- renegades by x ambassadors

- scrawny by wallows

- san francisco by the mowgli’s

- kids by mgmt

- fun by troye sivan

lily

- there she goes by the la’s

- televised by hunny

- she’s so high by tal bachmann

- sunbleached girl by shag rock

- chasin honey by wild party

- seventeen by peach pit

- dog days are over by florence and the machine

- friends by blaise moore

- she’s so lovely by scouting for girls

- above the clouds by sÿde and olivia reid

- chateau by angus and julia stone

- boys ain’t shit by saygrace

- heartbreak radio by abbie ozard

- kiwi by harry styles

- accidentally kelly street by frente

- pink lemonade by the wombats

- kilby girl by the backseat lovers

- darling by christian leave

- low blows by meg mac

- nothing to regret by robinson

wolfstar

- the prettiest star by david bowie

- she’s a riot by the jungle giants

- peace train by cat stevens

- too much time together by san cisco

- love you so bad by ezra furman

- i melt with you by modern english

- talking to the moon by bruno mars

- all the young dudes by mott the hoople

- us by regina spektor

- talk is overrated by jeremy zucker and blackbear

- somewhere only we know by keane

- if u wanna stay by sweatcult

- low by cracker

- ivy by frank ocean

- boys don’t cry by the cure

- i want you to want me by cheap trick

- trouble by cage the elephant

- martha my dear by the beatles

- sweat by the technicolours

- like real people do by hozier

jily

- friday i’m in love by the cure

- best friend by rex orange county

- kiss her you fool by kids that fly

- my girlfriend is a witch by october country

- banana pancakes by jack johnson

- there’s no way by lauv and julia michaels

- lucky by jason mraz and colbie caillat

- say it just say it by the mowgli’s

- toothpaste kisses by the maccabees

- halcyon by the paper kites

- the louvre by lorde

- light a roman candle with me by fun

- without you by oh wonder

- unchained melody by the righteous brothers

- be my baby by the ronettes

- your song by elton john

- my girl by the temptations

- l-o-v-e by nat king cole

- dress by taylor swift

- me & you together song by the 1975

#marauders #songs #marauders as songs #remus lupin #james potter #sirius black #lily evans #lily potter #wolfstar #jily #playlist #harry potter #padsandmoons on ig

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saiyanprincessswanie · 4 years ago

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SaiyanPrincessSwanie - Reading List Week 35

Hey all, it’s time to bring you week 35 of my reading list. These are all one-shots, drabbles and stories from authors who have either tagged me in their work or they have been recommended to me. Every week, I will put a list together of what I’m reading. I want to do this to help spread the love in the Marvel Community.

If you would like to be added, signal boosted, please tag me in your fics or tag me in someone else’s stories. If you don’t see your story listed it’s probably due to my cut off date I had earlier in the week or Tumblr might have eaten your tagged story. All stories not listed that I did receive will be featured on the following week. Completed series that I’m tagged in will take longer for me to get through but please still tag me.

I had 51 fics this week and had to push off another 35 until next week. Please be kind and patient as I continue to make my way through all tags. The list is almost filled so make sure you tag me for this week.

Make sure you read the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff.

These will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal boosting them. Author is listed next to title.

Page break made by @whimsicalrogers

If you can please reblog these lists so they can reach more people on Tumblr.

💜 Missy

Riding High - Chp 15 - Chp 16 - (Frank Adler x OFC) - @what-is-your-backupplan-today

Sleepless In Stark Towers - Chp 16 - @slothspaghettiwrites

Between the Stars - Chp 10 - (Bucky x Reader) - @all1e23

Three Moons Ranch - Chp 16 - Chp 17 - (Bucky x Reader) - @slothspaghettiwrites

Outside looking in - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12 - (Bucky x Dark Reader) - @dreamslikeaheartbeat

Crossfire - Part 10 - Part 11 - (Bucky x Reader) - @syntheticavenger

Flash Forward - Part 2 - Part 3 - @buckysnumberonegirl

Dark Commander - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - (Captain Hydra x Reader) - @jtargaryen18

Daddy’s Property - (Tony x Reader) - @ironlady1993

Tell Me Something Good - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Fluffy Ransom - @ozarkthedog

I Already Am - (Bucky x Reader) - @tuiccim

Counters and Closets and a Pretty Girl - (Steve x Bucky x Reader) - @tuiccim

Baby, Just Say Yes - (Bucky x Reader) - @feliciahardyn

Branded - Chp 54 - (Bucky x Reader) - @trashmenofmarvel

Gluttony is a Sin - (Bucky x Reader) - @gotnofucks

Chris Cooking Drabble - @donutloverxo

Ch 16: Goodbye, Singlehood - (Dean x Reader) - @wonder-cole

Coercion and Haven - Chp 8 - (Steve x Reader) - @inlovewiththefictionalcharacters

Easily Repaired - (Charles Blackwood x Reader) - @navybrat817

Daddy’s Intention’s - (Steve x Reader) - @ironlady1993

A Gilded Cage - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 4.5 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 6.5 - (Bucky x Reader) - @drabblewithfrannybarnes

All About You - @the-soulofdevil

Lace of Green - @tuiccim

Great Day to build a Treehouse - (Sam x Reader) - @bestofbucky

Distract Me with your lips - (Chris x Reader) - @angrythingstarlight

His New Partner - Chp 48 - (Steve x Reader) - @star-spangled-steve

Points of Authority - (Dark Steve x Reader) - @river-soul

Seven Minutes Plus - (Nat x Reader) - @tuiccim

Nowhere To Run - (4) - (Dark Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader) - @sagechanoafterdark

Destiny in the Cosmos - (Bucky x Reader) - @infernal-fire

Every lesson forms a new scar - (Dark Steve x Reader) - @river-soul

Jealous Reader w/Steve - @donutloverxo

Something to believe in - (Bucky x Reader) - @lovelyavengers

Innocence - 27 - (Bucky x Reader) - @extremelyblackandwhite

Caught and cracked - Part 1 - Part 2 - (Dark Steve x Reader) - @dreamslikeaheartbeat

Inevitable - (Dark Steve x Reader) - @dreamslikeaheartbeat

Rank and File - (Dark Bucky x Reader) - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

Bucky Drabble Punishment - @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog

Special Order - (Dark Lee x Reader) - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

Warm, Beating and Frantic (5) - (Bucky x Reader) - @river-soul

Metanoia - (Bucky x Reader) - @gogolucky13

Reverberation of you Incompetence - (Dark Steve x Reader) - @infernal-fire

School boy punk - (Steve x Reader) - @tuiccim

Hey Captain - Chp 1 - (Steve x OFC) - @inlovewiththefictionalcharacters

He’s Mine - (Steve x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Serves you right to suffer || (Dark Buck, Dark Steve x Reader) - @mypoisonedvine

You’ll See, Darlin’ || l.b (Lee x Reader) - @iraot

The Coupon Book #7 - (Bucky x Reader) - @tuiccim

An apple a day - (Bucky x Reader) - @amythedvdhoarder

Too loose and you’ll lose it - Chp 7 - Part 3 - (Jake x Reader) - @what-is-your-backupplan-today @icanfeelastormbrewing

#saiyanprincessswanie #weekly reading list #recommended reading #steve rogers #bucky barnes #frank adler #tony stark #lee bodecker #jake jensen #chris evans #natasha romanoff #charles blackwood #dark steve rogers #dark bucky barnes #marvel #mcu #dark marvel #dark mcu

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dearest-bucky · 5 years ago

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Jealous (One Shot)

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: When a new agent joins the Avengers to work with them, Y/n gets jealous seeing the new woman go after her metal armed boyfriend.

Words: 5.9K

Warnings: a little angst, a lot of fluff, jealous reader, heavy make out sessions and that’s about it lol

A/n: Next to be posted will be ‘Jealous too’, even though they weren’t originally posted in this order.

Originally posted: January 7, 2020

One knock. Silence. One knock.

Their code.

She opened the door quickly, and with the same speed, without even looking, took hold of the hand on the other side and pulled him inside the room, closing the door again behind him.

“Did anyone see you coming here?” She asked in a hurried voice.

“No, you know I’m-”

Good.“- she didn’t let him finish his sentence, cutting him off with an urgent kiss.

Hands snaking one around his neck and the other in his long chocolate locks, while his kept her face caged between them and returned her kiss with the same urgency. Lips molded together, like a perfect fit, as if made for each other, they continued kissing until the need to breathe was too much. He rested his forehead against hers and with eyes still closed whispered so close to her lips she could feel the tingle of air from his hushed words.

"Hi, beautiful.”

“Hi.” She breathed back with a small smile that didn’t quite reached her eyes like it always did when he called her sweet names.

Yet, she was drunk from his lips and he was no better, still feeling the taste of her cherry lip balm on his tongue. “What was that about?” He asked in a light tone but his eyes locked with her trying to decipher the look in her face.

She simply shrugged and winked, playing it cool, trying to let go of him and put some distance between the two, suddenly his intense stare on her face making her feel exposed to him, as if he could read her deepest thoughts and feelings through her eyes.

Sometimes he really could. But now she tried to brush the awkwardness off with a small peck on his lips and turned around, finally freeing herself from both his arms and his eyes.

When her back was to him, she closed her eyes and took a short but deep breath to steady herself.

She took three short steps until she reached her bed and fell on the mattress heavily, sighing when her head hit the soft pillow.

“Are you coming to bed, Sarge?” she then asked him teasingly and despite his questioning look on her not faltering, he let out a chuckle and joined her between the sheets.

His lips found hers again and their bodies and souls became one for the rest of the night, before he’d have to sneak out of her room again in the crack of the dawn, just in the time Steve left the compound for his morning run.

This was their routine for the last two months. Bucky would come to y/n’s room every night, spend the moon illuminated hours in her bed with her, talking, kissing, watching movies, kissing again, talking some more, making love and holding each other close, kissing again, then he’d leave as soon as daylight came out, like a thief.

While they had created a solid relationship, it was y/n’s idea to keep their new love to themselves for the time being. Bucky of course couldn’t deny her anything and agreed immediately.

To him it didn’t matter that during the day they had to pretend to be just teammates, as long as he could get to hold her like he did at night. If she wanted to keep their relationship a secret, he was happy to comply. To fulfill her every wish.

Bucky fell asleep right after she tucked her head under his chin and planted a small kiss on his bare chest. On the other hand, y/n couldn’t close her eyes, or even stop her mind from over thinking.

While she was very satisfied and sated with their loving activities, her brain kept whirring inside her head, not letting her rest for the night.

The reason for that, was another woman.

A new agent of Sh.I.E.L.D, no older than 25 years old, named Kathy.

She was recommended by Fury himself to work with the Avengers, not as a part of the team but in their close circle.

Now y/n didn’t have anything against the girl in the beginning. When she first introduced herself to the team she was easy to talk to and a real treat for the eyes. She seemed genuine, but most importantly very capable at doing her job. And that pleased everyone, even y/n. However, things changed when in the debriefing room entered the ex-Winter Soldier himself and the new agent couldn’t find it in herself to hide the flirty smile and bedroom eyes she was directing to him. Bucky remained serious during the introduction meeting and only nodded once in her direction when he entered the room, but he didn’t miss either her not-so-subtle gestures towards him. Despite that, he didn’t lose his cool. He was used to the ladies’ attention but his was already solely focused on somebody else.

That somebody else being y/n.

from the chair she was sitting, y/n didn’t miss any of Kathy’s gestures towards Bucky and immediately started to regret thinking she was somewhat nice.

The meeting was the morning before and if that whole thing wasn’t enough, Kathy kept flirting with Bucky for the rest of the day. That’s what made y/n act a little weird with her boyfriend in the evening and that’s what kept her awake until the early morning.

****

It was almost two weeks later while training in the gym with the rest of the team, when another Kathy-episode happened. She was running on the treadmill and y/n was practicing hand-to-hand combat with Natasha when Bucky entered the gym too, to throw punches to the sandbag.

As soon as Kathy saw him, she waved a hand in his direction and a big smile on her face. It was easy to see that she was so enamored with the man.

He just gave her a lopsided smile and went about his work, not paying anymore attention.

Y/n didn’t miss their small interaction though and mentally slapped herself when she lost focus and Natasha gained the upper hand on her and slammed her on the mat.

“You got distracted.” She said simply with her signature smirk playing on her lips.

Y/n only rolled her eyes at her but didn’t reply. What could she say after all? That she was jealous of another woman flirting with Bucky? But no one knew about her relationship with him and it was her decision to keep it a secret, that’s why she couldn’t do anything about it now, seeing Kathy shamelessly flirt with him as if he was an available man. Again she couldn’t even blame the girl, because just like everyone else she didn’t know about Bucky and y/n, so she was technically free to pursue something with him.

Still, all of this was driving y/n crazy. Every time she saw Kathy near her boyfriend, she would lose her focus on everything at hand and become a mess. This time was no different.

Natasha helped her get up and started another round of sparring. Only when they were both tired and sweaty they stopped and left the gym without a word to Bucky or Kathy or anyone else in the gym.

“What happened back there?” Nat asked when they were in the lockers’ room, changing.

“Back where?”

“Oh, you know what I mean.” She winked, a teasing tone in her voice. “You saw Barnes and Kathy smiling to each other and just lost focus on everything else.”

Y/n tried avoiding her eyes, but the Black Widow didn’t miss the falter in her face.

“You have a thing for the Winter Soldier, huh?” She asked smugly, as if she made the discovery of the year. She was far from the truth, considering y/n didn’t just have a thing for him, but a thing with him.

“You do!” She continued. “And you’re scared that you’re gonna miss your chance if Kathy keeps giving him the bedroom eyes.”

Y/n’s head snapped up to Natasha. She hadn’t thought of that. Sure Kathy kept flirting with Bucky all the time and sure she was jealous as fuck but when Nat mentioned the bedroom eyes she thought of the possibility of Bucky sleeping with her and that hurt. A lot.

Without saying anything to Natasha she finished getting dressed and left, going directly to her room and locking herself in.

She was a mess. She spent the rest of the day alone in her room and to make the matter worse, not even a word from Bucky. She knew that was their agreement, no meetings during the day to not get caught from the team, but today she needed to have him there. She didn’t though, and she didn’t do anything to change that.

Only when night fell and the whole team went to their private quarters, not long after came the two separate knocks on her door.

When she opened it and Bucky came in, there was no kiss, no hug, she barely acknowledged him with a simple “hi” before getting in her bed again.

Bucky was surprised by her behavior, he walked behind her and got in the bed to lay on the other side of it.

“You okay doll?” He asked sweetly, but she could sense the underlying worry in his voice.

He put a piece of hair behind her ear and started slowly stroking her cheek, waiting for an answer. She closed her eyes at the contact and a small sigh left her lips.

“Yeah.”

“Talk to me?” He tried getting her to say more than one word answers.

“Baby..” he lowered his head and kissed her cheek lightly.

Only when his lips left her skin, she opened her eyes and a small ghost of a smile escaped her own mouth.

He locked eyes with her, waiting for her to open up and share what was going on. His hand didn’t stop caressing the soft skin of her cheek, moving slowly to her jaw and then again up to her cheek, not letting her go.

“Bucky..” she barely whispered. He would have almost miss hearing her say his name if it wasn’t for him being so close to her.

“Yeah, doll.”

She let out a breath she had been holding for so long that day and briefly closed her eyes again, only to open them one more time a second later.

Bucky was standing so close to her, she could feel his fresh breath on her face, his hand continuing the mindless patterns on her face. She was getting overwhelmed by the closeness, suddenly every sense of her being invaded by his presence.

He was waiting for her to speak up and say something, but she couldn’t. She slowly reached her own hand to his chest, bunching the material of his shirt there in her fist.

“Please hold me.” She literally begged and her voice came out as a whimper.

She was feeling low, had been feeling that way all day. Natasha’s words had been only a spur to the fire of her unforgiving thoughts. She loved Bucky and she was so scared to lose him.

Just as the words left her mouth Bucky wrapped her in his strong arms and enveloped her in a big embrace, all the while peppering kisses on top of her head.

She held on tightly to his shirt, keeping him there, making sure he wasn’t going to leave and buried her face in the crook of his neck.

“I love you.” She mumbled quietly in his skin before closing her eyes and finally letting herself rest peacefully for the rest of the night. Bucky however, totally missed her words, but as he felt her lips on his skin and then her soft breath evening he kept placing kisses on her head and mumbled an “I love you” of his own that she missed too.

****

Another day, another mission.

Another Hydra base to knock down.

This one was a big facility in eastern Europe and the whole team was needed there, even some extra hands from other agents, including Kathy.

Bucky was fighting alongside Steve, killing Hydra thugs one after one, and y/n was a few meters away from them, doing the same job. She was taking down two agents at once, when a third one came behind her with a knife, trying to jab her in the back.

No one was there to help, but just as the agent was about to stab her, she heard Bucky’s voice calling out for her.

“Y/n, get down!” He yelled and she blindly followed his instructions, never giving it a second thought.

Not even a moment later she heard a gunshot from the distance and the bullet hit the agent behind her right in the head. He fell with a loud thud and y/n spared him a quick glance before turning to Bucky again and smiling to him in gratitude. He had saved her life.

The mission was long, but thankfully everyone was okay. When they were in the Quinjet, on their way back home Bucky went to y/n and touched her shoulder lightly.

“You okay?” He asked. “You scared me for a second there doll.” He added in a hushed voice and gave her a look worth a million words. He wanted to grab her and hold her close and make sure she was okay, but he couldn’t because of her decision to keep them a secret.

“Yeah, Buck, thanks.” She whispered back with a smile. She wanted to wrap herself around him and have him hug her close and for a moment she forgot about the rest of the team and agents being there, she was going to let herself go, but only then behind them came none other than Kathy.

“Hello, Sergeant.” She greeted him in a light tone and a wide smile then directed her look at y/n. “Y/l/n” she acknowledged her too with a nod of her head.

Y/n pursed her lips in a straight line and nodded back. Bucky just smiled politely at her. He wanted to be alone with y/n at the moment, but apparently that wasn’t going to happen any time soon, because Kathy didn’t leave, but kept glancing at them one at a time.

“Do you need anything?” Y/n asked this time, annoy clearly detectable in her voice, but she couldn’t mask it even if she tried. The woman got on her nerves, made her uneasy.

It wasn’t that y/n felt like Kathy was better than her in any way, but she still couldn’t shake the feeling of her being a threat to her relationship with Bucky.

“Actually, yes.” She said, seemingly unaware of the tension in the air. “I need Sergeant Barnes to help me with the file we extracted from the Hydra base we just took down.” Her eyes locked on Bucky this time and she smiled his way, trying to get him to go with her.

Y/n went stiff beside Bucky and he felt her being uncomfortable in the presence of Kathy. Only then his mind linked the dots to what was happening more and more lately.

Every time Kathy got near him, y/n would leave the room in a hurry without sparing any of them a second glance. And every time, she was sad when he got to her room at night. Now he could understand why.

Y/n was about to leave when Bucky grabbed her hand and locked eyes with her for a moment before turning to Kathy again, answering her with the same polite smile as before.

“We can do that later. Right now I have something to discuss with y/n.”

Either woman wasn’t expecting that answer from him, but they didn’t say anything to disagree.

The first to react was y/n, tightening the grip on his hand while mentally doing a happy little dance of victory.

Kathy on the other hand, kept her smile, trying to maintain it easy, but failing a little and nodded her head.

“Okay then, I will see you later.” And with that she left.

Bucky turned to y/n and winked, before they both sat down close to each other, still keeping a small distance to not make the others suspicious of the type of the relationship they had. They talked all the time during the flight back home, never leaving each other’s side.

****

If Tony Stark knew how to do anything right, that was throwing parties. Just like every other time he had gone out of his way to make the thing shiny and loud, crowded with people on every corner of the place.

The Avengers were gathered all together in a small group, drinking and chatting with each other, the atmosphere pleasing despite everything. Rare were their time off, so they tried to enjoy it as much as they could.

Y/n was sitting between Sam and Steve on the couch, Bucky propped on a chair next to Steve, Natasha, Clint, Wanda and Vision all around in a circle. She was having a good night in the presence of her friends, but that was quickly ruined when she saw on her peripheral vision Kathy coming their way, nursing a drink of her own in her hands. She was smiling widely and swaying to the beat of the music as she made her way towards the group.

“Evening Avengers.” She greeted them all and was now standing close to them, behind Vision’s back. Everyone said ‘hello’ to her. Everyone except y/n. She only gave her a small forced smile but no one even noticed.

Vision turned around to see Kathy and ever the gentleman, without losing time, he offered her to sit in his chair with his characteristic polite voice.

“Oh no.” She refused. “I don’t wanna sit. I’ve been sitting all night. I actually came here to ask if anyone wanted to dance. I was getting a little bored with the other agents only drinking.” She explained excitedly and her eyes traveled to everyone’s faces before stopping at Bucky.

When nobody answered her, all men trying to avoid her gaze and pretending to be too tired or too drunk to dance, she turned to Bucky again. “What about you Bucky?” She asked expectantly, a hopeful glint in her eyes.

“I- um.. I don’t…” If they weren’t seeing it with their own eyes, no one would ever believe Bucky Barnes was having a hard time answering to a dame’s invite to dance.

He discreetly looked at y/n, but she didn’t glance back at him, too preoccupied with her glass of wine.

“Go and dance with her punk, you haven’t danced at all.” Steve nudged his arm and Bucky was about to punch his best friend in the face for speaking.

“Yeah Bucky, go dance with her.” This time it was y/n speaking and that shocked Bucky a little, not expecting that, but he could hear the almost daunting tone in her voice and he looked at his girlfriend again, then got up to join Kathy for a dance, but not before sending a teasing wink on y/n’s way.

Well, two could play a game, he thought.

When they left y/n downed the rest of her drink then got up too and nearly dragged Sam on the dance floor with her.

She wasn’t going to let her night be ruined because of some other woman having a crush on her boyfriend. As long as Bucky loved only her, everything was fine.

She danced with Sam for a long time, all the while stealing glances at Bucky and Kathy discreetly. The woman seemed to have the time of her life, while Bucky was slowly but surely growing more and more comfortable with her.

That didn’t bother y/n that much, she was kind of glad Bucky was having a good time, even if it wasn’t with her. She was also having a good time with Sam, dancing and joking with him the whole time. But that changed as soon as a slow song came on and she saw Kathy enthusiastically snake her arms around Bucky’s neck.

She left the dance floor in a hurry and when Bucky noticed her leaving, he excused himself from the other woman to follow behind his girl.

He caught her at the hallway near the ballroom, grabbed her hand and turned her to face him.

“Where are you going love?”

She had a wild look in her eyes, one he hadn’t seen before. A look that screamed JEALOUS in front of his face.

“You…” She started talking but wasn’t sure what to say, silencing for a moment before speaking again. “Were you trying to make me jealous on purpose?”

“Why, were you jealous doll?” He asked with a teasing voice, almost mocking her and that only gained him a growl from her.

They were staring in each other’s eyes, like it was a contest, trying to see who would lose and break the eye contact first.

“You know I was.” She admitted simply and he lit up at her words. He grinned like stupid but decided he wasn’t going to let up, trying to get more of a reaction from her.

“So what are you going to do about it?” He asked again, testing her patience.

He soon got what he wanted, as she pushed him a few steps back, until his back touched the wall of the hall and she quickly locked her hands in his hair and her lips with his. She kissed him hungrily while tugging at his locks and he groaned in her mouth.

“Someone will see us doll.” He spoke in her mouth, not breaking the kiss.

“You think I care?” She replied quickly, moving her mouth to his jaw, nipping there for a moment before going to his neck and attacking the skin there with kisses and small bites.

He chuckled deeply at her response and barely kept a moan from leaving his mouth when she hit a certain soft spot in his neck with her lips.

“But they’ll know, our secret will be out.” He continued teasing her with words but his hands were holding her impossibly close, moving across her back until they went down to her ass and gave it a squeeze that made her yelp in surprise.

She removed her lips from his neck and gave him a look that was horny and innocent at the same time. “I don’t care.” She said quietly before she kissed his mouth again, with the same passion as before.

He smiled before surrendering to her lips, not talking anymore.

****

“It’s a simple mission Bucky. Because Natasha is on a solo mission in France and y/n sprained her ankle last week, I’m forced to pair you with Kathy on this one.” Steve explained to him, but Bucky wasn’t listening. He only knew that he couldn’t go in a mission alone with Kathy or y/n would be very upset about it.

“Punk, why do I have to be the one going with her? Why don’t you send Sam? Or even better, why don’t you go yourself?” He was trying to change his mind without saying anything about y/n.

Despite their little adventure on the hallway two weeks ago, they soon moved to his room and nobody saw them together, so their relationship was still a secret to the rest of the world, even though with every passing day they would be seen closer to each other than before, sitting together during dinners or movie nights and even training together in the gym.

“It has to be you Buck, you know the area better than anyone else and she is the only good option I currently have to do the job. It’s just a mission rec. Kathy will extract the information we need and you will watch her back. It will be over in a few hours anyway.”

Steve wasn’t letting it go, and Bucky was sure there was no way to change his mind now. Besides, he was right, it seemed an easy mission so it would be over quickly. But he still wasn’t sure of how to tell the news to y/n. He was thinking of ways to let her know without upsetting her, but couldn’t come up with anything.

As if Steve read his thoughts, he spoke up. “I’m sure y/n will understand.”

Bucky looked up to his best friend and opened his mouth in surprise. Steve knew?

“Wha.. I- umm… wha-what are you talking about? What does this have anything to do with y/n?” He stumbled upon his own words and Steve only smirked at him.

“You’re not as good at keeping secrets as you thought you were jerk. Now go tell your girl. I’m sure she will understand.”

Bucky only nodded, not knowing what to say. He turned around to leave Steve’s office, then turned back to his friend and gave him a small smile, before opening the door and leaving, making a beeline to y/n’s room.

If only it was as easy as Steve made it seem when he told y/n about it.

They were currently in her room and she was giving him the silent treatment, arms folded on her chest and lips forming a pout Bucky only wanted to kiss away from her face.

But he couldn’t. She got upset 10 minutes ago when he told him about the mission he had to go in with Kathy tomorrow.

Now she was upset, mad and sad at the same time.

“Babydoll, listen to me.” He tried talking to her again, making her understand that it was just a job needing to be done. When he touched her cheek she finally snapped and opened her mouth to speak.

“No, I listened to you enough Bucky. Why can’t Steve send someone else with you? Wanda for example?”

“Because she’s the-”

“Or why can’t he send someone else with her? There are a lot of agents in Sh.I.E.L.D that can do the job and I’m sure someone can go.” She finished in a hurried voice. “But not you Bucky.”

Bucky hated this. He hated seeing her sad because of him. He hated Steve for making him go in this mission. But it was his job. He had to do it.

“Baby, I can’t not go. You know that I can’t.” He tried reasoning with her again, but she got up from her bed and winced when her sore ankle touched the floor, but didn’t let up and headed to her bathroom.

He reached to help her walk but she moved away from him and got inside the bathroom, locking the door behind her.

“You can show yourself out Bucky. Goodnight.” She called from inside the bathroom and opened the faucet, letting the water pour, not wanting to listen to any more of his words.

He was stunned by her action but simply let her be, not wanting to upset her anymore. “Okay baby, goodnight.” He said in a low voice, fully knowing she couldn’t listen to him and then went to his own room.

When y/n got out of the bathroom almost 15 minutes later, a part of her was hoping Bucky was still there, but when she realized that he was nowhere in sight, she sighed in disappointment and got in her bed more upset than she was before. Maybe this was for the best.

****

The next morning, she was still asleep when Bucky knocked only once and got inside her room without waiting for her response to let him in. He found her asleep, sprawled across the bed, wearing one of his shirts that she had 'stolen’ from him and a pair of shorts. Her blanket had fallen on the floor. He smiled at the sight.

He grabbed the blanket and covered her body with it and moved a piece of hair from her face to see her. He crouched down and kissed her forehead, then her eyes, to move slowly to her cheeks until she started to stir in her sleep. He knew she was waking up but he didn’t stop his kisses.

Before any of them left for a mission, they had this tradition of a good-luck-and-come-back-home-safe kiss and Bucky didn’t want to miss that.

She slowly opened her eyes, blinking the sleep away and he was still kissing her face.

“Good morning sweet girl.” He said with a soft voice and a small kiss on the tip of her cold nose.

“Buck..” she spoke still not fully awake, enjoying this way of waking up a little too much. Her brain was still asleep so she didn’t remember any of the things that happened last night, but then he spoke again and she came to her senses quickly.

“I’m here to get my to-go-kiss.” He said and only then she pushed his body with her hands, creating some distance between them.

“Oh..” she simply said, mentally slapping herself for falling so easily for his sweet kisses. “You’re still going in that mission?” She asked then.

He sighed and nodded his head. “Baby we talked about it. It’s my job and I have to do it, you need to understand.”

“Yeah of course, I totally understand.” She replied in a much colder tone and moved further away from him, pressing her back on the headboard.

He stared at her and tried getting closer again. “Gimme my kiss.” He said like a spoiled child, trying to light her mood, but it wasn’t working.

“Just go Bucky. You’re going to be late.” She totally ignored his request and turned her head on the side, not meeting his eyes anymore.

Bucky was hurt. He knew she would still be upset, but no natter what happened between them, when there was a mission ahead, there was always a good luck kiss. This time apparently not.

“Doll…” he tried again but she didn’t spare him another glance, keeping her head to the side, suddenly the lamp on her nightstand the most interesting thing in the world.

He sighed, dejected.

“I’ll see you when I come back then.” He talked in a hushed, almost broken voice and leaned in to give her a kiss on her temple, then left the room without another word.

Y/n knew she was acting stupid. She knew it wasn’t his fault for being paired up with Kathy in this mission and most importantly she knew she would always regret not giving him the lucky kiss now. She pondered her options for a moment, before getting up from the bed and following behind him.

Bucky arrived at the Quinjet hangar like a kicked out puppy. No matter how much he tried he couldn’t get y/n to understand and now she wouldn’t even kiss him goodbye before the mission. Kathy was already waiting for him there, she greeted him and got in the jet first, waiting for him to join her.

He was about to get in too, when he heard her voice behind his back, calling his name desperately.

“Buck!” She called again and he turned around, almost not believing when he saw her limping a little on her way to him. He took a few steps in her direction too and when they met he grabbed her and hoisted her in his strong arms, his hands behind her knees and her legs around his middle, holding on to him. She hugged him tightly and hid her face in his neck, breathing shy apologies for his ears only.

He put a hand on her face and made her look at him in the eyes, her own glossy with tears.

“I’m sorry Buck.” She repeated and he shook his head, trying to tell her it was okay, that she needn’t apologize for anything and pushed his lips to hers, silencing her words with a kiss. She whimpered in his mouth but returned the kiss, all too eager to finally be able to do just that.

Meanwhile Kathy was watching all the scene from the small gate of the jet, mouth hanging open in shock. She had seen Bucky and y/n close before, but they never did anything to let her know something was going on between them. They kept kissing, acting as if she wasn’t there at all, as if they were the only people in the whole world. To them, they were.

Slowly, y/n was the first to break the kiss and Bucky grunted quietly when he lost the feel of her lips on his.

“I’m sorry Buck.” Y/n resumed again with her apologizing and he smiled this time.

“It’s okay doll, I know you were upset.”

“Yeah, I was, but that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t give you the lucky kiss. If anything is to happen to you in that mission, I would never forgive myself. Because it would be my fault.” She spoke slowly, still in his arms, feeling already better about everything.

“Everything is well, y/n. You don’t need to worry sweetheart.” He replied. “I’ll be back in 5 hours tops and then we’ll spend the rest of the day in your bed. Sounds good?”

She nodded, smiling and was about to reply to him, when the voice of Kathy interrupted them.

“Sergeant Barnes, I’m sorry but we have to leave now if we don’t want to be late.” She informed him with a formal voice, not a hint of her previous flirty tone and went inside the jet.

Y/n untangled herself from Bucky and rested her feet on the ground. “You should go.” She said softly to him but her arms were still around his neck and his never let go of her waist.

He hummed and gave her a quick peck on the lips, finally letting go of each other, but at the last moment she tugged at his hand again and gave him another full kiss on the mouth, leaving them both breathless.

“Another good luck kiss.” She shrugged and he laughed. “Wanted to make sure it will do its magic right.”

He kissed her lips again not caring about Kathy waiting for him in the jet or being late for the mission or any other thing in the world. All he cared about was in his arms.

“I love you.” She breathed when he let go of her lips and his eyes widened because it was the first time she ever said it out loud.

There had been a lot of times when he wanted to tell her he loved her, but he was afraid he was going to scare her away with saying it so soon, considering she wasn’t even ready to let the team know about them.

A wide grin split his lips and she mirrored his face.

“I love you too, doll.” He didn’t hesitate to say the words back and she quickly pecked his lips again. This time for the last time before letting him go.

He turned around and got in the Quinjet quickly, Kathy already in the pilot seat.

“So, you and y/l/n, huh?” She asked amused, not even an ounce of malice in her voice.

He smiled at her and turned his head back to y/n to send her a wink before the gate of the jet closed and it took off to its destination. She could still see her smiling widely and waving at him.

Bucky couldn’t wait to come back home to his girl.

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