#SeasonsofFiction2020

[itgetsdarksometimes35]

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

For: @star-spangled-beard-burn challenge a few months ago❤️

XXX

Your nervous mitten clad hands worked on trying to tie your ice skates. You had never ice skated before, so you were nervous to try it out.

That’s when your boyfriend of 3 years, Chris, comes by with a shit eating smile on his face and gets on his knees in front of the bench you sat on. He expertly tied your skates as you rolled your eyes playfull at him.

“Nobody likes a know it all.” You laugh as he tickles your leg. He moves away from you before tying his own skates, faster than you ever could in this cold weather, before standing up and reaching for your hand.

“Ready?” Your nerves return and you exhail heavily.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” Chris smiles sweetly before squeezing your hand.

“I won’t let go, I promise.” You snort at him.

“Okay, Jack.” This time Chris rolls his eyes.

“Always one to ruin a romantic moment, Rose.” You both smile lovingly at each other before pecking each other’s lips.

“Of course.”

Chris leads you to the ice as you cling to him for dear life. He just chuckles and holds your body to closer.

Once you step onto the ice, your body immediately wants to give out. You have no balance and your legs wobble as your arms wrap around Chris even tighter.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you. I won’t let you fall. You just have to keep moving, staying still will make it worse.” You look up at your boyfriend and stick your tongue out, causing him to shake his head in a pretend annoyance. “Come on.” He laughs at your child like behavior, not able to keep from smiling.

After the 3rd lap around the skating rink, you start to get the hang of it. You looked around as you saw the beautiful lit up scenery around you. All the people there with their families, enjoying the Christmas time festivities in Boston. You were happy to spend this time with Chris and his family. You hadn’t seen him in a bit because of filming.

“Do you want hot chocolate?” Chris asked, causing you to look to him. His nose is red and you smile at how cute he looked.

“Please?” Chris nodded before leading you to one of the exit/enter parts of the ice. While you both drank the hot liquid, Chris pointed to the stars. “Look how beautiful they are.” You looked up and were in awe at the view. You felt Chris moving down, so you turned your attention to him as confusion rushed your face as he got to his knee.

Then he pulled out a box.

You gasped as Chris looked back at you, a nervous smirk playing at his features. He opens the box to reveal a beautiful diamond ring.

“Y/n, you have made me the happiest man in the world for the past 3 years. I can’t picture my future without you in it, and I know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. When I’m with you, the world seems to stop and disappear; nothing else matters but us. I’m not Chris Evans with you; I’m just that dumb meatball from Boston. You see me for who I am. I know I know you hate it when I say it, but I truly don’t feel I deserve you; You make me better each day and push me to be a better man, so I’m so incredibly greatful for you. So, if you could make my life complete by marrying me, I promise never to fuck it up like I did Dodger’s fur,” you both laugh through the tears that nearly spill, “y/n will you marry me?” Chris gulps back the urge to completely sob as his emotions threaten to boil over completely.

“Yes! A thousand times yes, Chris!” You start to wipe at your tears as you start to allow yourself to cry. Chris slipped the ring on your finger as his lips trembled, finally letting the waterworks go. He stood to hug you tight as your legs threatened to give out on you in your unsteady skates. The proposal gathered a small crowd, and they all cheered for you and your now fiancé.

Chris pulled away as more tears left both of you guys’ eyes. He smiled at you before connecting your lips in a sugary-chocolate kiss as you stayed bundled in his arms, barely noticing the people around you and the congratulations they sent your way. The world really did disappear when you’re with him.

XXX

Tags:

@coconutqueen21 @jtargaryen18 @collette04 @nsfwsebbie @what-just-happened-bro @gigistorm @avengerimscreaming @venusavengers @saharzek @navybrat817

[donutloverxo]

New years eve

Note- Sequel to temptations

For the lovely @star-spangled-beard-burn s challenge.

Please do not steal or repost my works. Reblogs are welcome.

Summary- You might not be his girl but you are still his.

Warnings- smut, semi-public sex, cheating, slut-shaming, dark elements

Word count- 2.2k

Masterlist

He clutched the tall champagne flute in his hand hard enough to almost break it. His jaw clenched as he looked at you dancing with that loser boyfriend of yours, having the time of your life.

Your hair swirling to the sides as you bobbed your head to the rhythm. He smirked when he remembered how he’d pull on it as he pounded into you from behind. He went back to frowning when you started grinding your ass against that assholes crotch. He was too drunk and clueless to do anything but stand there.

And then you looked at him across the dancefloor, and fucking smiled, before turning back to capture the drunk idiots lips in a kiss. Your titts, almost spilling out of the tight dress you wore, as you pressed up against him.

He had enough. He stalked towards you with purpose, grabbing your arm pulling you against him. “You mind if I grab her for a second, Bryce” he spit the name out with such venom while his lips were curled in a dubious smile.

Bryce, being too delirious to remember his own name, just nodded.

Ransom pulled you towards the mens room, he purposely kept his grip on your arm a bit to harsh. He loved hearing you moan and protest to let up a bit, while you struggled to keep up with him in your high heels.

He pushed you up against the wall. He didn’t bother locking the door, if someone finds out that’s not really his responsibility.

He forced his tongue into your mouth swallowing your moans. Pushing his knee between your legs grinding it against your cunt. He could feel the wet spot forming on his dress pants.

You broke the kiss to take long gasps of breathes while humping his thigh. Watching you fall apart was now one of his favorite things to do.

It all started six months ago. When Bryce introduced you as his girlfriend. You looked so beautiful, enchanting even, with your pale pink dress that ended just below your knees, your lips stained with pink lipstick bore a shy smile. Your hair perfectly framing your pretty face. You were so demure, so reserved. A classic good girl. But he knew better. He knew something was fishy.

He caught your gaze lingering on him too long for it to be considered proper. Or how you’d blush from the slightest touch from him.

You showed him just how bad you were when you ambushed him while on a getaway to the Bahamas and practically bullied him into fucking you.

He did feel slightly bad, but any semblance of guilt was gone when he was buried balls deep inside you, your cunt clenching around him, milking him for all he’s got.

If Bryce didn’t want you to wander he should've taken better care of you. That’s on him.

You’d always complain about how boring and clichéd Bryce was. Ransom didn’t know why you were still with him, he never bothered to ask.

It wasn’t the first time he was with an ‘unavailable’ woman. He actually preferred it that way. No commitment, no strings attached and he always had the upper hand, the leverage.

But you were different. He didn’t plan on getting so attached to you but if he sees you kissing or in the vicinity of your good for nothing boyfriend, he will do something to be guilty about.

“What you like being a tease?” He mocked pushing your panties to the side, pumping his fingers in and out of you “I can see your ass hanging out of that dress. You want to be groped huh?” he taunted while brutally finger fucking you.

“Just you” You gasped holding onto his shoulders for dear life as you came around his fingers.

He unzipped his pants taking himself out of his boxers. He pushed you down to your knees. You weren’t like anyone he’d ever met. You tricked him, of all people, into believing he had power over you. That he was in control. It took him too long to realise you were the one pulling the strings all along.

“Suck” He demanded and you followed like the good slut you were. You took him in your mouth. Your cheek hollowing while you bobbed on it making loud squelching noises.

He groaned holding onto you as you moaned around him. He could cum in your mouth and make you swallow every last bit of it, but he needed to fuck you, remind you who you truly belong to. It would bring him great satisfaction knowing you’d go home with that prick when he was still inside of you.

He pulled you off of him much to your disappointment. Pinning you to the wall your legs wrapped around his waist.

He cupped your cheek smudging some of your lipstick with his thumb. You bit his thumb gently sucking on it. Your eyes looked so sweet so innocent. Maybe that’s how you managed to trick him and everyone else.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard. You will feel it for days” he drawled out pushing his thick cock in your cunt, right away setting a hard brutal pace. “Is his cock this big? Huh?” He cruelly rolled his hips against yours and all you could do was shake your head.

No one had ever fucked you like Ransom. You would be lucky if Bryce managed to last more than five minutes.

You felt yourself tipping over the edge again. Clenching around him, he grunted cursing, his thrusts became erratic your orgasm triggering his own. He spilled inside of you, making sure to sit deep within you for a moment.

“The next time you think about teasing me” He paused buckling his pants up “don’t”

“There won’t be a next time” you state as you look at your state in the large mirror. Your blood red lipstick smeared across your face, your mascara running down, your hair a mess. There was no way you could go back out looking like this.

“What did you say?” He pulled at you to look at him. If looks could kill.

“Ah stop doing that!” You yelled your bruised forearm hurting even more so.

“What do you mean last time?” he sneered.

“I mean we’re not doing this again. I found an engagement ring in his sock drawer. I’m sorry Ransom” You finally freed your arm from his grip caressing it with your other hand. You could feel Ransoms rage, looking around for a way out. But he was standing in front of the only door.

“What? You don’t even love him. You’re going to marry him?” He knew people didn’t need to be in love to get married. Since you were willing to marry just about anybody, then why not him?

“I do love him. I love you too” You caressed his face with your hands. As if that would make it hurt any less for either of you.

Ransom was meant to serve as a distraction from your boring life as a trophy girlfriend and a future trophy wife. You didn’t want to reach a point where you would blow your brains out of boredom.

You thought you could have harmless fun with Ransom but then your conscience got in the way. Bryce had been kinder to you these last few days, more than anyone you’ve ever known. You couldn’t start a marriage based on lies and infidelity.

“Really? Then marry me” He said. You shook your head at him in denial. He caged you in against the counter. “What’re you worried about? Money? I’ve got plenty of it”

And he wasn’t afraid to spend it on you. He had got you plenty of designer bags, perfumes, jewellery just because he could. He almost bought you a car. But you drew the line there. You didn’t need to give your boyfriend any reasons to be suspicious.

“It’s not just that. Bryce is...safe” you mumbled looking at the floor.

He propped you chin up to make you look at him. “If you wanted safe, you wouldn’t be here” He leaned in to whisper in your ear “Just admit it. You like this. You like a little bit of danger”

Oh but Ransom wasn’t just a little bit of danger. He was prone to fits of rage and temper tantrums along with not having the ability to keep his dick in his pants. He didn’t have a job, if his grandfather cut him off he’d never be able to support himself or you. Then there was his dysfunction and toxic family.

“Why would you even want to get married? Didn’t you say ‘I don’t do relationships' ” You said trying your best to mimic his deep hoarse voice.

“You’re mine and that’s that. A piece of paper doesn’t mean anything”

You sighed exasperatedly. You knew he wouldn’t give up easily. Nobody has ever said no to him. You weren’t too thrilled to be the first. “I was never yours” you said softly “let’s go it’s almost midnight”

Surprisingly Ransom let you go. Keeping his distance from you for the rest of the night. However you knew it was just the calm before the storm. Whatever, you could deal with him later. He wasn’t as complicated as he seemed.

At the stroke of midnight you kissed Bryce. Your heart broke a little when you catched a glimpse of Ransom kissing a girl before you went back to watching the fireworks light up the dark gloomy sky.

It was hard to say goodbye to him. You didn’t want to. In a perfect world you and him would be together forever. Right now you know you made the right choice. You might feel a bit sad now but you would appreciate choosing Bryce in the future.

You quickly left the party not being able to stand to be around Ransom anymore. Bryce wanted to hang out with his friends some more so you left alone.

You got home taking off your makeup. The tight dress Ransom gave you and made you put on a little show for him. You already missed him. You cried yourself to sleep.

You couldn’t stand the fact that he might hate you. That you’ll never be able to kiss him again or hold him again. You made the right choice but was it worth it?

You woke up the next afternoon with a migraine. Your break up and the copious amounts of alcohol hitting you just now. You looked to your right to see that the bed was still perfectly made. Looks like Bryce spent the night at one of his friends house.

You sent him a text to check in with him. The day went by. You tried your best to keep busy with chores and work to think of anything but Ransom and your missing boyfriend.

When it was almost bedtime and Bryce still hadn’t turned up you called up all your friends, including Ransom, to see if they had heard from him. Ransom never answered. Which you understood you had hurt his feelings along with your own in the process. Your hopes to hear his voice again were crushed when his phone went straight to voicemail.

The next morning you went to the police with Bryces parents. They blamed you for leaving him alone at the party.

You walked home alone in the dark feeling completely lost. Your year wasn’t off to a good start. That’s when you saw him. Ransom standing in front of your door waiting for you.

Your body moved of its own accord, running to him, embracing him in a tight hug. You were crazy to think you could ever stay away from him. He hugged you back nuzzling your neck, his light scruff tickling you.

You pulled away to look at him with tears streaming down your face. “Bryce... he’s missing. I don’t know what to do. It’s my fault isn’t it? I should’ve stopped him, he drank too much” You covered your face with your hands trying and failing to hold back your sobs.

Ransom rubbed your back to sooth you. “It’s not your fault doll. I promise he’ll turn up” He cooed “Let’s go inside you’re freezing”

He ordered you some take out chicken soup while you took a long hot bath. You had barely eaten anything in the past few days. The hot soup burned down your throat. With a full stomach you slept peacefully in Ransoms arms.

He proved you wrong and made you feel safe and protected. You didn’t know what the future held for you. If you would still be with Bryce after he comes back. Right now you were content to cuddle in your lovers arms.

[evans713]

warm up / johnny storm

for @star-spangled-beard-burn seasons of fiction writing challenge 2020

author's note: dedicated to @sweater-daddiesdumbdork thank you for always being there for me, i love you💕

warnings: not edited; pure fluff; mentions of smut but nothing explicit; super BAD writing, you've been warned

"Johnny, no!" Y/N squealed as flame boy lifted her from her spot in the lounge chair. She had been talking to Sue and Alice about her news. She was excited and couldn't help but blush at the girls' playful teasing. Johnny admiring how happy and carefree she looked from the other side of the pool decided to help her cool down. Sue couldn't help but roll her eyes and was explaining to Alice what was happening, a warm smile gracing her lips.

"Oh, come on, princess." Johnny said as he had Y/N over his shoulder. "I think you need a bit of cooling down." He went as far as to touch underneath her butt, using his power a little as to prove his point.

Y/N's eyes widened at the suggestion and touching and started hitting his back. "Johnny, I swear-" She stopped when her vision was flipped. She closed her eyes briefly at the sudden change and found pretty blue eyes twinkling in her direction when she opened them again. "Don't you dare touch my butt again." She playfully threatened him.

"Oh, you mean..." His hands moved her legs around his waist and finally settled them on the back of her thighs, dangerously close to her bum. "Like this?"

Y/N narrowed her eyes. "Stop. Touching. Me." She softly ordered.

"Your request is my command, doll." Johnny smirked and Y/N realized her mistake a little too late. Next thing she knew, Y/N had been thrown in the pool. The cool water, although refreshing on her Johnny-warmed skin, left her in shock. She should've known Johnny would have done it regardless but she felt like a fool for asking him to stop touching her.

Johnny was laughing hysterically as she resurfaced for air. He was waiting for her to come up before jumping in with her. He just needed her to see him so she could try to run away from him. The cute faces she would always make at something he did or said were something he never wanted to miss.

"Johnny!"

"Yes, darling?" He came up to her and circled his arms around her waist.

Y/N didn't even know what to say to him and a traitorous smile started showing on her lips. "I hate you." She grumbled, making Johnny let out a heartfelt laugh.

"Sure you do, sugarplum." He whispered, pulling her closer to him.

Y/N circled her arms around his neck. "Yes, I do. You probably ruined my favorite dress." She whispered.

"You just looked too hot sitting there." The smirk etched on his lips told her he wasn't sorry at all. "I'm sorry, doll."

"No, you are not." Y/N scoffed.

"No, I'm not."

"You two don't think about coming inside the house until you're dry." Ben's booming voice startled both of them. "Alice doesn't want your wet butts in our house."

"Ben!" Alice exclaimed as Ben laughed and closed the door.

"He's such a party pooper." Johnny expressed as he looked back at Y/N. "What?" He asked at the glaring she was giving him.

"Don't 'what' me, Johnny. I didn't bring a spare change of clothes." She said.

"You got me, love." He said and dragged the both of them to the edge of the pool. Gently, he grabbed her hips and lifted her so she was sitting on the edge. "Don't move, sweet cheeks."

Y/N shook her head and chuckled at the nickname as she saw Johnny hoist himself out of the water. She groaned when he shook himself like a dog getting rid of the excess water, causing him to laugh some more at her predicament. "May I move now?" She asked sarcastically.

"You may, sweetness." He said and offered his hands to help her up. Johnny groaned when he saw the fabric of her dress sticking to her body and forced himself to look away.

"How come you are dry already?" Y/N asked as she took a towel from the lounge chairs.

"Uh, I-" Johnny stammered at the way she dried her neck and part of her breasts, the part that wasn't covered by the thin material of her dress. The material that was see-through and showed the cute pattern of her bra. The bra that was now cold and perked her-

"Johnny, you okay?" Her worried voice snapped him out of his thoughts and snapped his eyes away from her chest. His eyes widened when she came close to him and he tried very hard to keep his eyes from slipping down again. Something that could happen very easily due to her shorter height.

"I- I'm..." He cleared his throat. "I'm fine." He whispered when Y/N placed her palm on his forehead.

"Should I be worried?" She whispered and Johnny could've sworn that he could taste her on his lips.

Johnny cleared his throat and smirked. "What are you talking about, babe? You should know by now I'm always this hot." He smiled widely at the roll of her eyes but stopped when she shivered involuntarily. He took his plaid shirt off and felt pride when her eyes closed right after taking a peek at the singlet covering his abdomen. "You are always welcome to look, princess."

"Eh, I've seen better." Y/N grumbled as she tried to find somewhere to set her eyes onto that wasn't the skin of his broad shoulders.

"Oh, really?" Johnny moved his face closer to hers. Y/N nodded and he smirked. "Really, doll?"

Before Y/N could nod again, Johnny took the towel from her, making her squeal at the chill air nipping at her skin. "Johnny, it's freezing."

"Take that back and I'll give it back."

"Johnny!" She called after him as he began walking backwards.

"Take it back, baby."

"Johnny, please!"

"Take it back or I'll throw you in the pool again."

"Okay, okay, you are the best I've ever seen. Happy?"

"Ecstatic." Johnny smiled as he walked back towards her. "Take your dress off, love."

"W-what?" Y/N stuttered.

"I promise I won't peek." He said and then added. "A lot."

"Johnny." She warned.

"I promise I won't peek at all, now take it off, put my shirt on or you'll catch a cold." Johnny said sternly and created a little tent with the towel for Y/N to slip off her dress with no one watching her. She put the dress on his shoulder and quickly grabbed his shirt to put it on herself. She grabbed the towel from his hands and wrapped her hair with it.

When she looked back at Johnny, she was sure she was blushing but she relaxed when she noticed that he had closed his eyes and was waiting patiently for her. "You can open your eyes." She said softly.

Johnny opened his eyes and smiled warmly at her. "I won't ever be able to do that twisty thing you do with the towel." He chuckled and took in the rest of her. His shirt was a lot larger on her, reaching her mid thigh and he loved seeing her in his clothes. It was a sight he was sure he would never get tired of. And he didn't care if it took her forever to give him his shirts back or that his hoodies would mysteriously disappear, he would get a million just so he could see her wearing them.

"You won't be able to do the twisty thing because you are not that smart." Y/N teased.

"I could always throw you again into the water, baby."

"Don't you dare." She pointed her finger at him.

Johnny took her finger and brought her closer. "I won't if you sit with me for a bit." He said softly.

"Shouldn't we go inside? It's kind of freezing out here."

"You heard Ben, Alice doesn't want your wet self in her house." Johnny smirked.

"So convenient that you dry in five seconds, isn't it?" She grumbled as she sat with her back resting on his chest, his legs warm against hers.

"It is." Johnny chuckled. "Now, relax, babe. You'll love this." Y/N was confused for a moment as he brought his hand in front of her. She smiled when his fingers ignited a ball of flame on his palm. "Your very own bonfire." Johnny whispered in her ear, making Y/N shiver. She cleared her throat and put her hands near the small fire to warm them.

They spent a good half an hour together but for Johnny it felt like three seconds with her nestled against his chest. "Thank you, Johnny." Y/N moved her head so she was facing the side of his head and kissed his cheek, leaving a tingly sensation on his skin.

"You guys, dinner will be ready soon." Sue yelled from the kitchen door.

After letting Sue know they would be inside in a few, Y/N turned around to face Johnny. "Think you can dry my dress?" She wondered.

Johnny smirked. "Of course, doll." He leaned back on the chair and laid the dress over his chest. A few minutes and sadly for him, she would have to wear the damn dress again. His train of thought continued the more he stared at her drying her hair. But he was snapped when she made a cute sniffing face.

"Johnny Storm, you are burning my dress!" Y/N gasped, making Johnny take the piece of clothing and burning it further as he tried to put down the tiny flames.

"I'm sorry, doll, it must be a very delicate fabric. I didn't mean to." He apologized and Y/N closed her eyes in distress.

"Our parents are getting here soon and not only did you throw me in the water but you also burnt my outfit. What am I supposed to wear now?" She rambled, getting up from the chair and crossing her arms over her chest. Despite the reprimand he was getting, Johnny was enjoying the way his shirt rode up her thighs. And the way the cotton fabric brushed her skin as she walked up to him. "My eyes are up here, Mr. Storm." She said as she placed a finger underneath his chin and lifted his head so their eyes met.

"And you have very lovely eyes, sweetheart."

"Stop distracting me." She exhaled loudly. "I'll ask Alice if she can lend me something."

"But you are wearing my shirt, you can wear it for dinner." Johnny protested.

"You are pretty excited about me wearing your shirt. By any chance, did you burn my dress on purpose?" Y/N smirked.

"Never, baby. It was an accident."

"Okay, and what will you be wearing?"

"I can always wear this." He pointed at the white singlet on him.

"Ugh, alright, come on." Y/N offered her hand to which Johnny gladly accepted. "I'll get some shorts from Alice before our parents think we're doing something else out here."

"You mean the thing we'll be doing on our wedding night?"

"Johnny."

"And the thing we'll be doing in a few hours to celebrate our engagement? Can you tell me what thing that is?" Johnny took her hand and kissed the finger where a shining engagement ring was sitting there like he always intended on putting it.

"Making love, Johnny, we'll be making love."

/

Bonus

"Y/N?" Johnny quietly knocked on her door and hoped that she would open even though he 'wasn't supposed to be there'. "Love?" He opened the door when he didn't hear anything from the other side.

A groan from the ensuite bathroom worried him. He quickly walked and knocked on the door. "Sue?" Y/N's voice sounded weak and it only worried Johnny.

"No, baby, it's me. Are you okay?"

"What are you doing here?"

"Y/N, are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine."

Johnny sighed in relief. "They say I'm not supposed to come in but I need to make sure, okay, love?"

"Okay."

"What happened?" He asked right away and walked up to her as he saw her sitting next to the toilet bowl. "Wait, are you? Are we?"

Y/N nodded gently and rested her head on his shoulder. "I'm pregnant, Johnny." She whispered softly. "We are having a baby."

"If I knew you were going to gift me a baby, I would've gotten you something better." Johnny chuckled, confusing Y/N as he offered the paper bag he had brought with him.

"What are you-?" She wondered as she searched the contents of the bag. "Oh, my..." Inside the bag, the dress Johnny had burnt the night of their engagement party.

"I'm sorry it took me so long to replace it. It was out of stock for the longest time."

Y/N sniffed loudly. "I love you, Johnny. Thank you for the dress and you know, for our bun."

"I love you too, babygirl." Johnny wiped the lone tear that fell from her eye. "I know you are carrying our baby but please let's not call it bun. It's going to stick and Ben will never let it go." He groaned.

"Oh, yes. God forbid Ben starts teasing you."

"Exactly!" Johnny smirked. "Are you up for marrying me today still?"

"Of course, flame boy."

[jbbuckybarnes]

Spring Blossoms

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader For: @star-spangled-beard-burn​ 's challenge. Prompt: Seeing the cherry blossoms bloom for the first time. A/N: I’m over two months late, but hey, better late than never. Enjoy some Poe Dameron softness. Short, sweet and not proofread.

„I‘ve never seen cherry blossoms before.“ Poe commented as you were talking to Rose about all the beautiful plants on different planets. „What? Really?“ You looked at him shocked. Hasn‘t he been everywhere in the galaxy? „Everyone keeps mentioning how beautiful they are, but I‘ve never seen any.“ He shrugged and looked into his glass. „They are amazing and Ki‘irsch is currently in season to have them, I think.“ Your mind tried to figure out if the planet was in spring or fall season. „Cool, cool.“ He mumbled and starred off towards the hangar. „We could fly there, if you want. It‘s something you shouldn‘t miss out on.“ Rose looked at your bold offering and sent you a wink, being answered by an eye roll from you. Poe looked up, „I mean, we could. I think.“ „Well, then let‘s go.“

„That‘s not Ki‘irsch.“ Poe said through the comms and you heard the deadpan. „It is, Poe.“ You laughed, looking down at the planet. „Ki‘irsch doesn‘t have white blobs everywhere.“ He tried to convince you. „Poe, that is just the cherry blossoms being in season right now.“ You would‘ve loved to see his endearing confused face in that moment. „Wait, really?“ „Yes, really.“

You landed shortly after, not too far from one of the blobs of white. There was a boyish spark of adventure on in his face as he walked next to you. „White? Aren‘t they supposed to be pink?“ He asked after a while. „They are a very pale pink. The red part of their spectrum doesn‘t reflect back through the atmosphere.“ You explained and had a soft smile directed down at you. And then you saw the bright petals coming closer in front of you, „Look!“ His attention went to where you were looking and his face lit up just like yours. „Oh wow. That‘s…“ You both walked a little bit faster until you stood in the middle of pastel pink land. „It‘s beautiful.“ He mumbled looking around, watching the leaves fall gently. „That‘s what I mean when I say that you have to have seen it at least once in your life.“ You smiled and picked up a handful of petals before throwing them at him. „Now I get why princesses want these at their weddings.“ You watched the petals fall down around him. The bright light that the pale petals reflected made his eye color light up more than usual. He looked almost happy for once. „Yeah.“ You sank into deep thought. Being proposed to in a wonderland like this must be beautiful. Or even living here. „Hey, you‘re still with me?“ You got thrown out of the fantasy. „Huh?“ You looked up at him and saw him shake his head chuckling. „I said, we should come back here once the war is over.“ He put an arm around your waist. „Yeah, maybe.“ You walked through the wonderland a little longer, before you made your way back to your jets.

The following week you had a necklace on your doorstep with a pendant full of pressed cherry blossom petals.

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Tonight It's Scrooge McDuck

Summary- 3.1k Me (calling him Mike) x Y/N. (Playing It Cool AU) Getting closer to the big day and your starting to get into the spirit. Mikes script goes over well and he decides to pick up another one right away, for reasons. Warnings- Playful Smut. Written for @star-spangled-beard-burn​ Seasons of Fiction Writing 2020 and @jtargaryen18​ 30 Days of Chris. 

A/N- so fun fact about myself, I really love the holidays. When I got a chance to write a Christmas Fic in June, you can bet I jumped at the chance. 

Chapter One- We Gotta Watch The Wet Bandits. 

     Mike nuzzled up behind you, the tip of his nose cold against the back of your neck and you groaned, reaching behind you to push him away. "Stop it, your cold." Burrowing further into the blankets, you heard him laugh, and then his hand slid to press under your shirt against your belly, and that jolted you awake. Yelping, you try to wriggle out of his hold, crying out. "Your such an ass Mike, Santas just bringing you coal." You settled back into a lull as his all over chilly body pressed against yours from behind. "Yea yea, I feel you Frosty, your icicle is stabbing my backside." giggling as your hand came to rub on his that was slowly warming up on your belly when you narrowed your eyes and looked over your shoulder. "Why are you cold? Were in southern California. There is no cold."

"Hot waters out again. I’ve gotta call the landlord later."

Of course it is, your thinking as you roll to your back and rub your hands against his chest. "Well Mike why didn’t you get out? Could have gone to Scott's later." Now trying to warm him up, his lips had a blue tinge, and his cheeks, nose were bright red, you cuddles in closer to him.

"Already had the soap in, no turning back then. Mama didn't raise a quitter. I have a meeting with Brian this morning, so no time to go all the way uptown to Scott's." He pressed his cool lips against your shoulder, before tilting his face up to give you a teasing kiss, which you couldn’t help but smile into, skimming your hand over his short buzzed hair. Even if the rest of him was like a damn igloo, his breath, minty and warm though, and you sighed with appreciation at that.

"Ugh, well I'm not taking a cold shower. Means I have to go to Mal's before work. Also means I also got to get up now." You tilted your head to catch the time on his radio clock. "So I can't warm you up." You go to pull away and his arm just tightens, keeping you there.

"Give me five minutes, that clocks fast." Mikes teasing your pulse point with soft kisses, the kind he knew would make your toes curl.

"That clock is automatically set. Calling bullshit liar liar." You pointed out, your hands now clutching at his back as he moved down your collarbone and didn't seem to be letting up. This was the problem with long term boyfriends.

They knew your weaknesses.

"How about I drive you over to Mallory’s, then drop you off at work before my meeting?" Mike tried to compromise again, this time he reached your chest and let his chin scrape in your cleavage, and he dropped kisses above the swells, not making the effort to remove the top just yet. "Fine. One minute sex, two minutes cuddle, two more to get out the door."

"Counteroffer, two and a half minutes sex, one and a half minutes cuddle, and one minute to get out the door?" He arched a brow and flashed a tantalizing grin.

You rolled your eyes up, thinking when you wrapped your hand around the back of his neck. "Deal lover boy, show me your minute moves."

"Promised I would be quick, works already half done. Remember, I'm frozen stiff." He wiggled his eyebrows as he hovered over you and you couldn't help but laugh so hard your body shook underneath him, his body and arms encasing you and a roll of his hips pressed his groin against you.

So maybe he was stiff, but he sure wasn't frozen. Heated kisses went down your neck, and a hand shifted between your thighs to tease your cunt while you hooked a leg around his hip. “Well, you still have the other half to accomplish.” You hissed as his fingers started to put the right amount of pressure against your clit, and you rocked into his palm.

Mike gave a light bite to your neck, sucking on a pulse point before lining himself up, pressing against your entrance, and making you arch for more. “Are you... doubting my abilities to get you off?” His voice a graveled deepness that rumbled through him the further he filled you, your nails grasping into his back. “No, but I'm not going to hold it against you if you can't in two minutes.” His first thrust made you rock back to meet him, tightening your leg further and bringing the other one around him, gripping lightly around him.

“Two and a half is what I said baby, and I'm not backing down from a challenge.” Angling himself, he sought out that sweet spot that have you clutching around him and pressing your head back into the pillow. “Take that back now Baby?”

Gasping as he was relentless, you bit your lip and nodded, soon cumming around his cock and his thrusts turned quick and hard, moving to reach his end. A tilt of your head, you glanced at the clock, coming back down from your high, enjoying his weight keeping you pressed into the bed. “Handsome?”

He rubbed his face in your shoulder and hummed softly. “Yes?”

“We went over our two and a half minute mark, and passing the five minutes now. I also still need to get to Mallory’s. ”

“Well fuck, there's always next time.” He pushed himself up, and helped you up, the two of you rushing to get dressed, you look at the time as your trying to pack your makeup to do at Mallory's. “Shit, I'm going to be late today.”

Mike pulled you out of the apartment, keys in hand. “Come on, your not going to be late.” Locking the door firmly behind. “I already messaged Mal, doors unlocked, you can jump right into the shower and I will go get you your DD order to go. We're going to be fine.”

“And when did you get to be the collected one in this relationship?” You questioned while going down the stairs, Mike right behind you, following out the door. “Amazing what a cold shower will do for you Baby.”

    Mike settled in Brian’s office, watching as the editor dipped his head back, laughing so hard he was crying, wiping at his eye. “Brilliant Man, I don't know how you come up with this shit, but it's gold.”

Mike gave a shrug, he couldn't help the grin on the corner of his face lifting halfway up. “Good, good, I’m glad it works. You know comedies are eh for me.” Brian rolled his eyes and leaned forward tapping the script. “Mike, you know why I give you these, cause hell if you can't deliver. You're on your game, I’m more than happy to send this off to the studio and have them try to find any issues with this. Now, I got a drama script that I've been holding off from...” Brian started and Mike held up his hand.

“Hold up, I just did this and not looking to jump into one due in another 6 weeks if that's what you're looking to do. Especially since Y/N and I will be going away for a week or two.”

“Right now? Mike, you do know I have people asking for your scripts in particular. I gotta give the people what they want.” Brian tried to reason with him, but Mike just shook his head.

“Sorry, I already booked the reservations and tickets. Y/N hasn't been home in years. If it all works out, we will be going right around New Years. Her office shuts down for about a month after Christmas, so it makes the perfect time to take her.”

Brian rocked slightly in his chair, looking thoughtful, his fingers tapping against the arms of the chair. “Alright, I hear you. You wanna take your girl out and give her a good time. You have been writing for me for a long time, so how about this incentive. Double the pay, and get it half-written for me before you leave. That way I got something to give them.”

Mike looked a bit doubtful as he eyed Brian over the desk. He really wanted to tell him to shove it, in a rather colorful way, cause he was looking forward to perhaps spending the holiday with you without a due date hanging over his head. But Brian had given him lots of chances over the years, tried to get him the best pieces to write, and was somewhat accommodating through his occasional bouts of writer's block. But that extra bit of money to be able to take you to New York with was a tempting offer. And he really wanted to treat you to something special. “You get me an advance on this script, and I will have half of it ready.”

Brian broke out in a grin and held out his hand. “You got it.” Mike leaned forward to and a shake was shared between the men, sealing the deal.

   You burst into the apartment, with yet more bags, and a couple rolls of paper to wrap with to find Mike back at his small desk in the corner, tapping as fast as he could, the computers glow lighting up his face. You paused a second, and your brows furrowed. “What, did Brian not like the script?”

He glanced up a moment, and back to the computer, continuing on. “Oh He liked it just fine Y/N, but he had another lined up for me to take on right away.”

You bring the bags to the spare bedroom, and them come back, looking over his shoulder and running your hands along his shoulders. “I’m surprised Brian insisted you take another one on so soon. You always take a reprieve afterward.” Your eyes scanning what he had so far, it appeared to be a drama of some kind, but he was still in the beginning process.

Mikes fingers faltered a moment, and he pushed back from the keyboard just a bit and turned the chair. You moved to perch on his lap, wrapping an arm around the back of his neck. “Well, he offered and I said ok.”

You couldn't help but show a bit of disappointment, already knowing what that meant. He was going to be attached to his desk for the whole holiday season. His hands came to rub your side, jostling you a bit to get your attention. “What’s wrong Baby?”

You wrinkled your nose a bit, and let your fingers trail along the back of his neck. “Well it's Christmas time, we got the Potluck here this year with everyone. Your going to stress, and worry all the way till you turn this into Brian. Why did you not wait?”

Mike knew you were right, he couldn't help but get caught up in the work, worrying about it's quality and deadlines, but the extra pay for his upcoming surprise made it worth it. He smiled and shook his head. “Nah, this ones easy Baby, I’m already quarter of the way done and won't get in the way of our Christmas, m'kay? I took it cause they couldn't wait and offered me a pretty good chunk of change to get it done. But it's only got to be half done, by New Years. Piece of Cake Baby. ”

You squint your eyes at him as if doubtful and finally give a roll of the eyes. “Okay, Mike. But your on the naughty list. Be good rest of the time and Mrs.Santa might forgive you for this morning. Which, speaking of, You call the Landlord?”

He gave a sheepish grin and you sighed, holding out your hand. “Give me your phone so I can look up his number.” Once he handed it over with a apology, and you stood up, scrolling through his contacts. “Night time movie showing in an hour.”

Mike had already turned back to his keyboard, fingers pounding on it. “Mmhm, what is it?”

“Mickey Mouse and Scrooge McDuck, A Christmas Carol.” You retorted, heading to the kitchen while hitting the phone icon.

Reading over his recent words, he paused, calling out. “Hey, that better not be a jab at me?”

You smirked at him and stuck out your tongue, teasing. “Hey, Carl? Yea, we got a situation. Hot Water is out again...” Mike shook his head and turned back to the computer.

    You were humming while decorating the tree that next weekend, Mike hauling another box up the stairs and set it on the card table you set up in the living room by your fake tree. “Last box Babes" He huffed out, and ran his hand across his forehead. You went to tiptoes and pecked a kiss on his cheek. “And it was much appreciated labor, you will find a cold beer in the fridge with your name on it.” Turning to the box, your singing along to the music playing in the background.

“Giddy-up jingle horse, pick up your feet Jingle around the clock Mix and a-mingle in the jinglin' feet That's the jingle bell rock

Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock Jingle bell chime in jingle bell time Dancin' and prancin' in Jingle Bell Square In the frosty air...”

You were swaying your body while dancing around the tree, hanging up ornaments here and there. Mike watched a moment, catching his breath going up all the flights of stairs with the heavy box. You had mentioned a beer, thinking that sounded like a decent idea before going back to writing, he went into the kitchen and opened the fridge. Sure enough, there was a beer with his name on it. A Yellow Post It was stuck with his name, a heart at the end, and he gave a soft smile, reaching in for it. Noticing there was another one underneath it, he flipped it up to read “I Love You.”

Something so simple and yet you went out of your way to do it. There was once a time that it would have scared the hell out of him. Would have had him backpedaling so damn fast you would have gotten whiplash. His alter ego be telling him to break it off. Now though, he couldn't imagine anything other than this between you two. He still wasn't sure how in the hell he got so lucky.

Peeling off the notes, he brought it over to his computer and stuck the two notes to the wall, and unscrewed the top, tossing it in the wastebasket. He glanced up again to see you still singing along, and sorting out a various amount of ornaments onto the table to see what you had. Glancing down at his laptop, he pushed the top down to a close.

It was Christmas.

Going back into the living room, you were going to tiptoes to hang something up near the top, when he set down the bottle and came up behind, wrapping arms around your waist as you lower back to your feet. Leaning back into him, you tipped your head back and nibbled against his jawline.

“Not writing tonight?” You asked, and he shook his head.

“Not tonight, tonight we're decorating the tree.” Letting you go and looking over the decorations, he plucked one up and went to hang it in the tree, giving you a look with a smirk. “Close your eyes, Im hanging the pickle and you can't see where I'm putting it.”

“Fine, when I find it, I get bragging rights this year.”

“You're never going to find it.” He teased as you covered your eyes, and the rest of the evening you two teased and debated about where ornaments would go. Finally, when you had hung up the last one, Mike studied the tree with a tilted of the head, trying to find what it was missing. “Doesn’t it need a star Baby?” He kissed your neck, and you hummed in agreement, matching the new song playing in the background.  

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas Soon the bells will start And the thing that will make them ring Is the carol that you sing Right within your heart

“Yup, how about you put it up, and I will plug in the lights?” You reached for the silver star in the box, and gently handed it to Mike, while going around to the backside. Watching as he got it to sit just right, and stepped back to double check. “Okay baby, plug them in.”

The lights came on, and Mike reached out to hit the light switch, turning off the rest of the lights so that only the trees glow lit up the apartment. Coming around and breaking in a huge smile, Mike pulled you back into his arms, and swayed slightly back and forth to the music. “You did a good job Baby.” Pressing his lips to your temple.

“It really does look good this year. Oh! I got one more thing to hang up. But it's not for the tree. Wait right here.” You slip out of his hold and head towards the spare bedroom, and Mike continues looking at the tree, once in a while reaching out to adjust something. You come back out with your hands behind your back, sidling up to him.

“Wanna guess what I got behind my back?” You wiggle your brows, and Mike shakes his head, chuckling. “I couldn't even begin to guess baby.”

“Close your eyes” You instruct, and when he did, you lift your arm to hover your arm over the two of you. “Okay Open them up Handsome.”

When his blue eyes take you in, all the way up to your hand hanging over his head, he laughed and wrapped arms around you to bring you in close. “You plan this, you Little Minx?”

Wiggling it above your two heads, you nod. “You know tradition, you HAVE to kiss me under the mistletoe.”

“Well can't be breaking tradition, can we?” He brought you in flush with a hand against the back of your head, and kissed you deeply, his palm pressing against your lower back slid to grasp your waist, and you dropped your arm to loop around the back of his neck, falling right into the kiss, and he dropped from your lips to scatter across your face, making you giggle.

Pulling back he arched his brows. “So... You think that also works in the bedroom?”

You twirled the mistletoe, and bit your lip. “How about we go find out?”

“At least this time I won't be freezing cold.” Mike stated, not even giving you a chance to change your mind, scooping you up to head back to the bedroom, leaving the tree all lit up for the rest of the night.

[bananapie99]

Rosy Hue

Bucky Barnes x Reader

*****************************************************************************************************

This is for @star-spangled-beard-burn‘s Seasons of Fiction writing challenge! My prompt was seasonal depression

*****************************************************************************************************Warnings: the main plot is about depression, but I tried to add as much fluff into it as I could as well

*****************************************************************************************************

For as long as you can remember, winter has been your favorite season.  The chilled air felt fresh and new, gently biting at your cheeks and nose, leaving behind a rosy hue. You felt the most content bundled up in a sweater and fuzzy socks, curled up in front of the fireplace with the love of your life.

He on the other hand, dreaded these icy months. No matter what he did, he could never get warm enough, that chill always biting at his heels. Each gust of wind and dusting of snow brought with them demons from his past, white powder stained red, biting into his skin.

Watching your boyfriend pull away was the most devastating part of your life, especially when it was a near constant at this time of year. Of course you understood where he was coming from. You couldn’t begin to imagine the pain and torture he endured physically and mentally over the decades. A person can’t experience all of that and come out on the other end as if nothing happened. You just wish he could see himself the way you saw him, the strongest and bravest man there is. It broke your heart. It broke his heart too, pulling away from you, but he was so afraid of dragging you into his past and have his demons come after you as well. Bucky needed you more than he needed air, loved you deeper than he thought was possible. He knows how much you love winter; how important this time of year and all of its holidays are for you. He wants to be more present, be your warmth in the cold months, but kept frozen for long enough, even metal shatters.

One particularly frozen Christmas Eve, you coaxed Bucky into matching flannel pajamas and onto the couch, where you found yourself curled up tightly into his side, practically sitting in his lap. His arm was wrapped tightly around you, locking you into place. His flesh hand had pushed up the long sleeve of your pajama top and was gently rubbing up and down your wrist. You noticed he always tended to touch you with his flesh hand if he had the option, so in situations like these you intentionally situated yourself on his right. You weren’t sure if he noticed or not, but he seemed to always relax a little once you would sit down and it wasn’t on his left.  

The two of you stayed that way for what felt like hours in silence, enjoying just being in each other’s presence, the warmth of the fireplace, and the Christmas tree that sparkled with lights and tinsel.

Even in the winter, in those cold months that Bucky wished would disappear forever, he did love being physically close to you. He found you to be very calming. Something about you just forced sunshine inside, slowly melting at the ice. He was just so scared he would hurt you, physically or emotionally. But no matter how many times he tried to build up that wall, there you were, tearing it down brick by brick. In those moments where he allowed himself to be close to you, he needed to feel your skin. He needed the warmth, the pulse, the softness. If he was away from your touch for too long the panic would start to build.  World’s deadliest assassin. The idea made him want to laugh. If only the world could see him now.

Bucky couldn’t tell if you did it on purpose or not, but he loved how when you had to choose a side, you gravitated towards the right. He wanted to feel normal, to really feel you. He desperately craved the sensation of touch, especially in those intimate moments with you. You would approach him from the right and take his hand. You would sit in the chair to his right when you went out to dinner. Even now, on the couch, you curled into his right side. At first it concerned him. Bucky worried you were afraid of his left arm, afraid the machine defined the man. But he learned early on that was not the case. You made sure that was clear. The first time the two of you slept in the same bed, Bucky had been changing into his pajamas. Right before he got into bed you noticed him hesitate, his hand fiddling with the hem on his shirt, fear in his eyes. You pushed out of the blanket and scooted your way across to his side of the bed. His eyes stayed locked on you. You sat up on your knees and looked into his eyes, conveying as much love as you could. You kissed his cheek and moved your hands to the hem of his shirt, gently grazing your fingers on his sides to make sure he knew where your hands were. Continuing to watch his face for any sign to stop, you lifted his shirt up and over his head. Initially he went stiff as your eyes scanned his chest, fingers roaming the scars, caressing where metal met man. Then, you surprised him. You kissed his shoulder, first the metal, then where it met with his skin. Bucky tried to hold back his tears but he couldn’t. No one had touched him so gently, accepted him so fully. Both of his arms wrapped around your waist and you were engulfed by his body. That night Bucky slept more soundly than he could ever recall. It was the first full night of sleep since the fall.

From your spot nestled in Bucky’s side you shifted slightly to look up at his face. You were met with a look that was all too familiar in your relationship. The thousand-yard stare. Bucky was a world away and your whole body cried out for him, wishing you could take away just some of his load, carry some of the weight for him. You shifted again so you were on your knees, resting back on your ankles. That seemed to pull him out of his trance, and his eyes met yours before scanning your face.

“I love you, James.” Your voice came out soft and weak, and you were thankful for his enhanced hearing, worried he might have missed it otherwise.

His whole body seemed to relax a little, the rest of the glaze melting from his eyes. His right hand found its home on your cheek momentarily, wiping away a tear you hadn’t even realized escaped your eyes. His hand swiftly moved from your cheek to the small of your back, resting on the soft skin. He was overwhelmed by the softness of your skin on his palm and pads of his fingers and the flannel rubbing against the back of his hand. He pulled you towards him, resting his head on your chest. Your hands found their way to his hair, wrapping themselves in strands and gently petting him. You craned your head down to kiss the top of his head. You felt him start to shake a little, and you knew he was crying.

Muffled by the fabric of your shirt you heard him say “I love you too sweetheart. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

He pulled back from your chest to meet your eyes and his expression broke your heart, but was also what made it swell. You know Bucky loves you, that was never even a question. Your lips found their way to his in a message of gentle love and understanding. He met your kiss with just as much love, but more desperation.

Bucky knows he has a long road of recovery ahead of him and that his demons will never fully disappear, but seeing the look in your eyes, feeling your skin against his, he knows that with you by his side he will make it through this never ending winter. With your smile, with your love, he might even learn to love the season as it would no longer be associated with his past, but with your laughter as he kissed you silly in front of the fireplace while wearing matching pajamas, and that adorable rosy hue that covered your cheeks.

*****************************************************************************************************

Requests are open!

*****************************************************************************************************

@star-spangled-beard-burn

Taglist: @belladonnabarnes @moteldwelling

[nekoannie-chan]

Universus

Pairing: Brock Rumlow X Reader

Word count: 1777 words.

Summary: It seemed like a normal training day for you and Brock until Johnny came to ruin the day

Warnings: Angst, this is an Horror AU.

A/N: Universus means Universe.

This is my entry to the @star-spangled-beard-burn ‘s Season of Fiction Writing challenge 2020 with the fall prompt #1:

“I TOLD you I can’t do haunted houses”.

Also my entry to the @marvelgirlonamarvelworld ‘s Val’s 500 Writing challenge with the dialogue prompt #3:

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the one who fucked us all up. What trouble did you get yourself into now, sweetiepie?”

And my entry to the @anika-ann ‘s 500 Celebration Challenge with the Arrow prompt #5:

“You tell anyone about this, I will kill you”.

“…That’s just an expression, right?”

Is a horror AU.

My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistake please let me know and I will correct it.

I don’t give any kind of permission that my fics be posted in other platforms or languages (I translate myself my work) or the use of my graphics (my dividers are included in this), I did them exclusively for my fics, please respect my work and don't steal it. There are some people here who make dividers that anyone can use, mine is not this type, please look for the other's people. The only exception is the ones I gifted 'cuz now belong to someone else. If you find any of my works on a different platform and is not one of my accounts, please let me know. Reblogs and comments are always welcome.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Marvel's characters (unfortunately), except for the original characters and the story.

My other media where I publish: Wattpad, Ao3, ffnet.

If you like it please vote, comment, and give me feedback to improve my skills and reblog.

Tags: @navybrat817

You slipped and winced; Brock turned around and saw you on the floor, he went back to check if you were hurt.

“Are you okay?” He asked offering his hand to you.

"Yes, it's nothing, I just got distracted," you answered taking his hand and standing up with her help.

“Are you sure? You've had a lot of accidents and been distracted all week,” Brock commented with concern.

You dusted yourself off and looked at your boyfriend smiling.

"Come on, we've managed to survive that guy with the weird cloak and the girl who takes daggers out of her hands, as well as the group of weird kids who have a dinosaur."

"I still don't understand why they have a dinosaur," Brock questioned, putting a hand on his beard.

"After all we've been through, are there still things that surprise you?" You questioned incredulously.

"Not exactly, rather it surprises me that without having powers, I am still alive," he replied.

"That is because I’m healing all your wounds in the missions with my powers, but your destiny would probably be different if I didn’t do it," you agreed with satisfaction.

"Always so modest," he said wryly.

“Of course, well next time I won't heal you and I don’t know who’s gonna help you.”

"I don't think you will be so cruel ... are you?" He asked nervously.

"Challenge me and you will see," you threatened.

"You know I love you so much, right?" Brock replied, trying to sound friendly and approaching you.

"Don't even think about it," you stopped him by putting your hand on his chest.

"Don't be mad, babe, but as soon as the fair will be in the town, I will take you to the haunted house."

He got closer and started kissing your arm.

"Noooo, you know I hate haunted houses, let me," you said laughing, you knew what he was trying.

If you let him continue, he would achieve his goal and you could no longer pretend that you were upset with him, although obviously, at night you were going to take revenge. You saw the time and decided it was better to return to compound before they will start looking for them or they will find you in a "compromising" situation.

 Baxter Building

 Johnny saw the object in his hands, he had heard Ben talk about it, and obviously, Reed had created it, although he could not understand what it was for, he shook it a little, but nothing happened.

Maybe he could take it with Y/N and Wanda and see if they could find out what that item was doing or what it was for.

He immediately saved it and went to the compound, it would surely be a very fun visit, as long as the three of you were there you used to have many adventures.

 Compound

 "Hello ladies," Johnny said, entering to the place.

“What are you doing here?” Brock asked.

Johnny and Brock didn't get along at all since Brock thought Johnny liked you.

“What is that?” Wanda asked when she saw what Johnny was holding.

"I don't know, I found it in Reed's lab, but you two are very smart and I know you'll help me find out," Johnny replied, ignoring Brock.

"Well ... it seems ... something Reed is probably going to be very upset if he doesn't find it when he looks for it," you said.

“Oh come on! I don't think…!”

At that time the Multisect activated and everything went dark for a few seconds.

 Unknown place

 You opened your eyes confused, you felt stunned, you assumed that the others were too, you turned looking for the rest, who were lying in the place, you did not know where they were, and you did not even seem familiar.

“Is everyone okay?” Johnny asked, getting up.

“Where we are?” Brock asked sulkily, he was sure you were going to have problems.

"This place is very dingy," Wanda said scared.

"I just hope a madman with a machete or an electric saw doesn't show up and wants to kill us," you said.

"Well, Tinker Bell, take us back to the compound," Brock ordered.

"Yes, of course," Johnny muttered as he waved the Multisect.

You and Wanda exchanged glances, you knew Johnny, and so you would have to find another way to return to the compound… although perhaps you should first find out where you were. Johnny seemed nervous, he didn't know how said object worked.

“Well, well, well. If it isn't the one who fucked us all up. What trouble did you get yourself into now, sweetie pie? ”

“Brock, this is not the time for sarcasm, we must find out where we are supposed to be and, above all, how to return to the compound…”

“Your idiot friend brought us who knows where, we have no weapons apart from those we carry for training, or anything to defend ourselves as we know, we will have to improvise and worst of all, we have not the slightest idea of what the ground, ”Brock interrupted.

"We have Wanda who has powers, Johnny has powers, I have powers, we will be fine, and apart from that is what training is for, right?"

Brock growled disgruntled, he did not like what was happening at all, of course, he could have hand-to-hand combat, which was his speciality, but he knew well that for some things, having some kind of power was more effective and weapons they were a great help too.

“Johnny please, don't lose that thing, I don't care if Reed scolds you, but we surely need it to return home…”

You heard a sound nearby as if someone was dragging chains and stepping on leaves, the four of you put themselves in a position to defend yourselves if necessary.

“What was that?” You asked scared in a whisper.

"I think your question is rather where we are?" Wanda corrected.

"We have two options, or we stay here like idiots while Tinkerbell tries to fix that shit or we start walking to find a way out, obviously we shouldn't separate," Brock suggested.

You turned to see Johnny, who smiled nervously.

"I don't know how it works," he admitted.

Brock sighed exasperated, you would have to walk without knowing what dangers there were.

"I don't know who is more useless if this one or Rogers, although at the moment I think we already have a winner," Brock mumbled.

“Then what do we do? “You asked.

Johnny pushed himself to be able to fly, however, it did not work, just as Wanda tried to use her powers creating a field, there was no success either.

"Okay, we are screwed, I think we will have to walk to get to the highway ... or somewhere that can bring us closer to a populated area, maybe there we can get a phone to call the others and come for us," you said while you were looking for the compass in your pockets.

Once you found it, you started walking towards where the compass indicated that it was the north, Wanda took your hand to try to control the fear that both of you felt, Brock had an angry and Johnny tried to make a flame appear in his fingers.

The forest seemed huge and endless, you lost track of time, you no longer knew if you walked for hours or minutes, each time the place became gloomier.

“Are you sure it's the right way? “Wanda questioned.

"I don't know, I don't even know where we are, I'm just following where the compass tells me its north," you replied.

Suddenly Brock stopped them, you looked at him asking for explanations; however, he put a finger to his mouth to silence everyone, you hid behind a huge tree.

A group of people with masks passed by, it seemed that they had some hostages that they were taking somewhere.

"We should help them," you whisper.

"We cannot care about others."

"Although I never liked him, your boyfriend is right," Johnny said.

you began to walk slowly so as not to attract attention and to run away when you were far enough they ran into another guy wearing another mask, so Brock and you shot him, you did no harm him, he began to chase you, you separated into two groups, you and Brock, Wanda and Johnny, without realizing it.

After you made sure you weren't chasing them anymore, you stopped, turned around looking for your friends while trying to catch your breath.

"Brock ... where are Wanda and Johnny?" You asked raggedly.

"I don't know ... I thought they were coming after us."

“Do we look for them or what do we do?”

"First, not to separate, second, we have to walk trying to avoid those damned fools and find them."

You held hands and began to walk, it was difficult to determine if you had already walked through the place or not, at times you had to run again when you were being chased.

"I TOLD you I can't do haunted houses".

"This is not a damn haunted house, it is a fuckin’ haunted forest," Brock replied.

"Anyway, Brock, I'm seriously scared, we must find Wanda and Johnny," you whimpered.

You were surrounded, it seemed that there was no escape, you tried to run until you ended up crashing into the other couple.

“Are you okay?” Wanda asked terrified.

“We are still alive, but I don't know how long…”

Impulsively Johnny threw the Multisect at the attackers, which activated at the exact moment when it looked like they were going to attack you.

You saw the others without understanding, nobody knew how you came to the compound, and the only thing that mattered was that you were safe. You and Wanda hugged each other while Brock grabbed Johnny by the collar of his shirt to threaten him.

"You tell anyone about this, I will kill you."

"... That’s just an expression, right?"

"No jerk, I'm serious ..."

“Brock is enough, Johnny already learned the lesson, he is going to return the object to Reed's laboratory, right Johnny? “You broke in separating the men.

“Yeah, yeah, of course.

"You know what, we're going to go with Johnny," Wanda said.

You entered the laboratory and Johnny left the Multisect where he had found it, then you went to the hall and there you found Reed.

"Hi guys, haven't you seen my Multisect?" Reed asked.

“Your…what?”

“The Multisect, it serves to travel to other universes… you know, forget it, I don't want you to get into troubles.”

"Doctor Richards, if you knew ..." You spluttered as he left.

[nickysurfer28]

Disclaimer: I found these pictures on Pinterest and I do not claim these as mine.

Note: I joined in on @star-spangled-beard-burn first ever writing challenge. #SeasonsofFiction2020

This was one of the writing prompts I picked so I hope I did this right. Lol 😂 if any mistakes...sorry.

Camping trips...what could go wrong? /With Johnny storm

Pairing: Johnny storm x female reader

Word count: one shot/short drabble

Warning ⚠️: 18 + only, some nudity, fluff and fires and swearing.

This camping trip was supposed to the trip of summer. You and your boyfriend Johnny storm been planning this for awhile now. Johnny begged you if he could rent out a Rv for the camping trip. You couldn’t say no to his charming ways.

“Fine, Johnny but nothing over the top.” Johnny pouted. “Aww..come on babe”.You crossed your arms to state your point. Johnny love to see you get upset. He thought it was the cutest thing ever.

Johnny came over towering you and scooped you up in his strong arms. “Okay. babe..I’ll rent some reasonable for the trip.” He gave his famous smile you couldn’t resist. You leaned in and kissed his lips. “I mean it Johnny.. nothing crazy okay”.He nod in agreement.

He gently put you back down and kissed your forehead. He skipped away like a little kid over to the laptop to make the arrangements for the trip.You started packing your bags and you figured while you’re at you might as well pack johnny’s things as well. He always waits to pack at the last minute anyways.

Johnny came in the room strutting his latest Fantastic Four suit it was cover it logos. You gave him that look. “Really Johnny, isn’t that a bit much?” He was stretching and kicking his legs out in the air. “What?..doesn’t look great!” He looked so happy like a kid in a candy store.

“Those are a lot of patches..it kind of looks ridiculous.” He sighed. “Whatever..what do you got against capitalism?” You chuckled. “Nothing, it’s just a bit over the top, but if you like it then that’s fine.” He stripped off his new suit revealing his chiseled body.

You couldn’t help but gawk at the site of his gorgeous body. He noticed you staring up and down his body. “Enjoying the site, sweetheart?” Your face turn bright red. “Of course...uh.. why wouldn’t I ... you’re my boyfriend.” He laughed. “I’m just teasing you.”

He walked over towards you and held you In his arms. You buried you face in his chest. Breathing in his fire ash scent that you grown accustom to. He kissed your forehead. You looked up into his blue eyes.

You could get lost in those eyes of his. He leaned in closer and gently kissed your lips. “Alright babe I’m gonna go play some video games and I’ll let you finish packing.” He kissed your lips again. You stood there bewildered.

Johnny went into the walking closet and put on his favorite t-shirt and sweatpants. “Catch ya on the flip side babe.” He clapped his hands and skipped off into the living room. You finished packing everything and settled in for the night. Johnny was still playing videos games late in the night.

Next morning.

Everything was ready to go. Johnny was already downstairs waiting for you by the Rv. When you finally reached the lobby you noticed a large fancy Rv parked outside. “Oh no what has he done.” You sighed deeply to yourself.

“Didn’t I say nothing fancy.” Johnny with his arms wide open showing the you turn Rv like it’s the price is right. “Isn’t it great!” You shake your head.

“I thought it wasn’t going to be anything fancy?” He pouted. “Aww..come on babe, it’s fully loaded with everything we need for the camping trip.” You just sighed. “Whatever..let’s go.”

You entered the Rv, everything was state of the art high tech inside. Everything looked great but you just wanted to go on a simple camping trip nothing fancy. Just you and Johnny enjoying the fresh air of nature and camping out in a tent. You sat down in the plush seat waiting for Johnny.

“Aww come on .. don’t make that face.” You just stared at him. He leaned down and kissed your forehead. You couldn’t stay that mad at him for too long. You just giggled. “Lets just make the best of this trip.” He had the the biggest smile on his face. “Yess!”.

Finally arrived at the camping site and parked the Rv near the lake. It was almost nightfall. After you both got settled, meaning Johnny’s idea of camping since he got this fancy Rv which all he had to do was press a few buttons and everything outside was setup for roasting s’mores by the fire. Everything looked great...but the fire pit wasn’t working.

“Uh.. Johnny the fire pit didn’t turn on.” Johnny wasn’t too please about it. “Oh come on!.. I payed good money for this and the stupid fire pit doesn’t work.” You started bursting into laughter. Johnny looked at you puzzled.

“Johnny...you’re the human torch... you can light this on fire.” He felt like an idiot for not realizing his fire powers. “Hahaha...real funny babe.” Johnny positioned himself to get ready. “Flame on!!” His whole body lit on fire. He out stretched his hands and the fire pit came to life. “Wow you are handy.” You chuckled at him.

He gave you a look. “Seriously.” Not noticing that some of the fire bounced off onto the trees. You noticed the fire started rising up the tree and getting worse. “ Uh.. Johnny... I think you did more then just the fire pit.” He just looked at you. “What?” It was too late the trees started to engulf in flames, spreading around like wildfire. “Oh shit!” Johnny yelled.

“Johnny seriously..what else could go wrong?!”. He looked like he was trying to figure out something. “Shit ..shit shit...” you started freaking out. “Oh gosh the fire is spreading all over!” Johnny shot up in the air to see how far the fire was spreading. “Oh crap.”

He flew back down. “Babe.. I think we need to leave and call the wildlife park rangers.”

“Is it is that bad Uh?..yeah because I don’t have any powers to put this fire out.” You pulled out your cellphone, you only had one bar showing signal. “I’m gonna try and call so they can put this fire out.” The fire started getting worse ..it started twirling and dancing around.

Johnny quickly grabbed you and flew out in the sky. You screamed as you almost dropped your cellphone out from your hand. “Johnny!!! Wait..” You could feel the heat of his body flying thru the air. Johnny quickly landed and placed you on the ground. “Sorry.. but I had to get you out there.” He turned off his flame.

“I’m okay..thanks...so now what are we gonna do?” He looked puzzled. “Uh.. did you call the wildlife people?” You didn’t realize your cellphone was still on and you can hear someone speaking over the speaker. You told them everything. They sent out fire rescue to stop the spread of the fire.

After a few hours, everything was settled. Johnny noticed you were upset. “I’m sorry babe..I should of been more careful.” You looked up at him. “It’s okay..at least we’re safe.” Johnny felt bad about what happened. “Is there anyway I can make it up to you?”. You had an idea. “Why yes I do.” You giggled. Johnny had a worried look on his face.

Back at the apartment...

Johnny finished putting up the tent and everything was setup nicely. The fake camp fire and all the snacks you could eat. You came up to the roof top with some extra blankets. “Oh wow everything looks great,” Johnny seem pleased with his work. “Right!” All you could do was laugh. “Yeah especially the fake campfire.” Johnny laughed. “Yeah.. let’s not do that again.”

Tags: @star-spangled-beard-burn @denisemarieangelina @joannaliceevans-fanficblog @jtargaryen18 @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho @daliaevans @pine-fresh-kirk @iguessweallcrazyithinktho @iamwhoiamtmblr @mizcaptainphoenix @trishevans @branflakes82 @brilliantkey @sweater-daddiesdumbdork @ok-buchanan @princess-evans-addict @waywardodysseys @tanyam93 @donutloverxo @chris-evans-indian-fanfic @chris-butt @patzammit @imanuglywombat @nomadevans82 @jennmurawski13 @twittytelly @littlefiercequeen @gothamlovr91 @captainchrisstan @comebackandhauntme21 @amazonx @jms358 @bellaireland1981 @shreyaaaaaaaaaaaa @megan-meg-chrisevanswifey @southerngracela @thatgirly81 @katiew1973 @kelbabyblue @shortacouplebuckys @wintrcaptn @kellyn1604 @rolling-with-mahomies @et-lesailes @worksby-d @captaincrazyexlover @thatsxamericasxass @nbarnes @americasass91

[ao3feed-stucky]

by lieforfun

Bucky has Steve try a PSL for the first time, but it doesn’t go well. Over time however, Steve may enjoy the fall-centered drink more than he let on.

Words: 1874, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Sharon Carter (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel)

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Clint Barton & Natasha Romanov, Sharon Carter & Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes & Sam Wilson

Additional Tags: Seasonsoffiction2020, star-spangled-beard-burn, PSL, Pumpkin Spice Latte, short fic, Bucky Barnes Recovering, steve rogers vs toxic masculinity, steve rogers vs ingrained social expectations, bucky barnes could not possibly give less of a fuck, Challenge fic

[ao3feed-stevebucky]

Froofy

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3dxf0jp

by lieforfun

Bucky has Steve try a PSL for the first time, but it doesn’t go well. Over time however, Steve may enjoy the fall-centered drink more than he let on.

Words: 1874, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Sharon Carter (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel)

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Clint Barton & Natasha Romanov, Sharon Carter & Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes & Sam Wilson

Additional Tags: Seasonsoffiction2020, star-spangled-beard-burn, PSL, Pumpkin Spice Latte, short fic, Bucky Barnes Recovering, steve rogers vs toxic masculinity, steve rogers vs ingrained social expectations, bucky barnes could not possibly give less of a fuck, Challenge fic

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3dxf0jp

[ao3feed-buckybarnes]

Froofy

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3dxf0jp

by lieforfun

Bucky has Steve try a PSL for the first time, but it doesn’t go well. Over time however, Steve may enjoy the fall-centered drink more than he let on.

Words: 1874, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Sharon Carter (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel)

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Clint Barton & Natasha Romanov, Sharon Carter & Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes & Sam Wilson

Additional Tags: Seasonsoffiction2020, star-spangled-beard-burn, PSL, Pumpkin Spice Latte, short fic, Bucky Barnes Recovering, steve rogers vs toxic masculinity, steve rogers vs ingrained social expectations, bucky barnes could not possibly give less of a fuck, Challenge fic

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3dxf0jp

[nekoannie-chan]

Universus

Pareja: Brock Rumlow X Lectora mutante.

Palabras: 1597 palabras.

Sinopsis: Parecía un día normal de entrenamiento para ti y Brock hasta que Johnny llegó a arruinar el día.

Advertencias: Angst, es un horror AU.

N/A: Universus significa Universo en latín.

Esta es mi entrada para Season of Fiction Writing challenge 2020 la frase de otoño #1:

“Te DIJE que no soporto las casas embrujadas”.

También es mi entrada para Val’s 500 Writing challenge con la frase #3:

“Vaya, vaya, vaya. Éste nos jodió a todos. ¿En qué problemas te metiste ahora, cariño?”

Y mi entrada para Anika-Ann’s 500 Celebration Challenge con la frase de Arrow #5:

“Le dices a alguien acerca de esto, te mato”.

“…Es sólo una expresión, ¿verdad?”

No doy ningún permiso para que mis fics sean publicados en otra plataforma o idioma (yo traduzco mi propio trabajo) o el uso de mis gráficos (mis separadores de texto también están incluidos), los cuales hice exclusivamente para mis fics, por favor respeta mi trabajo y no lo robes. Aquí en la plataforma hay personas que hacen separadores de texto para que cualquiera los pueda usar, los míos no son públicos, por favor busca los de dichas personas. La única excepción serían los regalos que he hecho ya que ahora pertenecen a alguien más. Si encuentras alguno de mis trabajos en una plataforma diferente y no es alguna de mis cuentas, por favor avísame. Los reblogs y comentarios están bien.

DISCLAIMER: Los personajes de Marvel no me pertenecen (desafortunadamente), exceptuando por los personajes originales y la historia.

Otros lugares donde publico: Wattpad, Ao3, ffnet.

Si te gusto por favor vota, comenta y rebloguea.

Te resbalaste, hiciste una mueca de dolor; Brock volteó y te vio en el piso, regresó a checar si estabas herida.

— ¿Estás bien? —te preguntó ofreciéndote su mano.

—Sí, no es nada, sólo me distraje —respondiste tomando su mano y levantándote con su ayuda.

— ¿Segura? Has tenido muchos accidentes y estado distraída toda la semana —comentó con preocupación Brock.

Te sacudiste el polvo y miraste a tu novio sonriendo.

—Vamos, hemos logrado sobrevivir al tipo de la capa rara y la chica que saca dagas de su mano, también al grupo de niños raros que tienen un dinosaurio.

—Sigo sin entender por qué tienen un dinosaurio —cuestionó Brock poniendo una mano en su barba.  

—Después de todo lo que hemos vivido, ¿aún hay cosas que te sorprenden? —cuestionaste incrédula.

—No exactamente, más bien me sorprende que yo sin tener poderes sigo vivo —respondió.

—Eso es porque yo me encargo de curar con mis poderes todas tus heridas en las misiones, sino probablemente tu destino sería otro —reconociste satisfecha.

—Siempre tan modesta —comentó con ironía.

—Claro, bueno la siguiente vez no te curo y a ver quién te ayuda.

—No creo que seas tan cruel… ¿o sí? —preguntó nervioso.

—Rétame y verás —amenazaste.

—Sabes que te amo mucho, ¿verdad? —respondió Brock tratando de sonar amigable y acercándose a ti.

—Ni se te ocurra —lo detuviste poniendo tu mano en su pecho.

—No te enojes amor, sino en cuanto se ponga la feria te llevaré a la casa embrujada.

Se acercó más y empezó a besar tu brazo.

—Noooo, sabes que odio las casas embrujadas, déjame —dijiste riendo, sabías lo que intentaba.

Si lo dejabas continuar, lograría su objetivo y ya no podrías seguir fingiendo que estabas molesta con él, aunque evidentemente, en la noche te ibas a vengar. Vieron la hora y decidieron que era mejor volver a la base antes de que empezarán a buscarlos o los encontrarán en una situación “comprometedora”.

 Edificio Baxter

 Johnny vio el objeto que tenía en sus manos, había escuchado a Ben hablar de él, evidentemente Reed lo había construido, aunque no lograba entender para que servía, lo agitó un poco, pero no pasó nada.

Quizás podía llevarlo con T/N y Wanda y ver si podían descubrir que hacía ese objeto o para qué servía.

De inmediato lo guardó y se fue para la base, seguramente sería una visita muy divertida, siempre que estaban los tres solían tener muchas aventuras.

 Base

 —Hola señoritas —saludó Johnny entrando.

— ¿Qué haces aquí? —preguntó Brock.

Johnny y Brock no se llevaban nada bien, ya que Brock creía que le gustabas a Johnny.

— ¿Qué es eso? —preguntó Wanda al ver lo que Johnny tenía en sus manos.

—No lo sé, lo encontré en el laboratorio de Reed, pero ustedes dos son muy inteligentes y sé que me ayudarán a descubrirlo —respondió Johnny ignorando a Brock.

—Pues…parece…algo que seguramente Reed va a estar muy enojado si no lo encuentra cuando lo busque —dijiste.

—Oh vamos no creo que…

En ese momento el Multisect se activó y todo se volvió oscuro por unos segundos.

 Lugar desconocido

 Abriste los ojos confundida, te sentías aturdida, suponías que los demás también lo estaban, volteaste buscando al resto, quienes estaban tirados en el lugar, no sabías donde estaban, ni siquiera te parecía conocido.

— ¿Todos están bien? —inquirió Johnny levantándose.

— ¿Dónde estamos? —preguntó Brock malhumorado, él estaba seguro que iban a tener problemas.

—Este lugar es muy lúgubre —dijo Wanda asustada.

—Sólo espero que no aparezca un loco con un machete o una sierra eléctrica y quiera asesinarnos —comentaste.

—Bueno, Campanita, regrésanos a la base —ordenó Brock.

—Sí, si claro —murmuró Johnny mientras agitaba el Multisect.

Wanda y tú intercambiaron miradas, conocían a Johnny, así que tendrían que buscar otra forma de regresar a la base…aunque quizás primero deberían averiguar dónde estaban. Johnny parecía nervioso, no sabía cómo funcionaba dicho objeto.

“Vaya, vaya, vaya. Éste nos jodió a todos. ¿En qué problemas te metiste ahora, cariño?”

—Brock, no es momento de sarcasmos, debemos averiguar donde se supone que estamos y sobretodo como volver a la base…

—El imbécil de tu amigo nos trajo a quien sabe dónde, no tenemos armas aparte de las que llevamos para el entrenamiento, ni nada para defendernos como sabemos, tendremos que improvisar y lo peor, no tenemos ni la más mínima idea de cómo es el terreno —te interrumpió Brock.

—Tenemos a Wanda que tiene poderes, Johnny tiene poderes, yo tengo poderes, estaremos bien, aparte para eso son los entrenamientos ¿no?

Brock soltó un gruñido inconforme, no le gustaba para nada lo que estaba pasando, claro que podía tener combates cuerpo a cuerpo, los cuales eran su especialidad, pero sabía bien que para algunas cosas, tener algún tipo de poder era más efectivo y las armas eran de gran ayuda también.

—Johnny por favor, no vayas a perder esa cosa, no me importa que Reed te regañe, sino que seguramente lo necesitamos para volver a casa…

Se escuchó en las cercanías como si arrastraran cadenas y pisaran hojas, los cuatro se pusieron en posición para defenderse si era necesario.

— ¿Qué fue eso? —preguntaste asustada en un susurro.

—Creo que tu pregunta más bien es ¿dónde estamos? —corrigió Wanda.

—Tenemos dos opciones, o nos quedamos aquí como estúpidos en lo que Campanita trata de arreglar esa porquería o comenzamos a caminar para encontrar una salida, obviamente no debemos de separarnos —propuso Brock.

Voltearon a ver a Johnny, quien sonrió nerviosamente.

—No sé cómo funciona —admitió.

Brock suspiró exasperado, tendrían que caminar sin saber que peligros habían.

—No sé quién es más inútil si éste o Rogers, aunque por el momento creo que ya tengo un ganador —farfulló Brock.

—Entonces ¿qué hacemos? —preguntaste.

Johnny se impulsó para poder volar, sin embargo no funcionó, de igual manera Wanda intentó usar sus poderes creando un campo, tampoco hubo éxito.

—Vale, estamos jodidos, creo que tendremos que caminar para llegar a la carretera…o a algún lugar que nos pueda acercar a una zona poblada, quizás ahí podemos conseguir un teléfono para llamarle a los demás y vengan por nosotros —dijiste mientras buscabas la brújula en tus bolsillos.

Una vez que la encontraste, comenzaron a caminar hacia donde les indicaba que era el norte, Wanda te tomó de la mano para tratar de controlar el miedo que sentían ambas, Brock tenía una cara de pocos amigos y Johnny intentaba que una flama apareciera en sus dedos.

El bosque parecía enorme e interminable, perdieron la noción del tiempo, ya no sabían si llevaban horas o minutos caminando, cada vez el lugar se tornaba más lúgubre.

— ¿Segura que es el camino correcto? —cuestionó Wanda.

—No lo sé, ni siquiera sé dónde estamos, sólo estoy siguiendo a donde la brújula me dice que es el norte —respondiste.

De pronto Brock los detuvo, lo miraste pidiendo explicaciones; sin embargo él se llevó un dedo a la boca para que todos se callaran, se escondieron detrás de un árbol enorme.

Un grupo de personas con máscaras pasaron, parecía que tenían unos rehenes que llevaban a algún lugar.

—Deberíamos ayudarles —susurras.

—No podemos preocuparnos por otros.

—Aunque nunca me ha agradado, tu novio tiene razón —apoyó Johnny.

Comenzaron a caminar lentamente para no llamar la atención y poder huir, cuando estaban lo suficientemente lejos se toparon con otro tipo que llevaba otra máscara, anqué Brock y tú le dispararon, no le hicieron ningún daño, los comenzó a perseguir, fue entonces que se separaron en dos grupos, tú y Brock, Wanda y Johnny, sin darse cuenta.

Después de que se aseguraron que ya no los perseguían, se detuvieron, volteaste buscando a tus amigos mientras tratabas de recuperar el aire.

—Brock… ¿Wanda y Johnny? —preguntaste entrecortadamente.

—No lo sé…creí que venían atrás de nosotros.

— ¿Los buscamos o qué hacemos?

—Primero, no separarnos, segundo, hay que caminar tratando de evitar a esos malditos locos y encontrarlos.

Se tomaron de la mano y empezaron a caminar, era difícil determinar si ya habían pasado por el lugar o no, por momentos tenían que volver a huir cuando eran perseguidos.

—Te DIJE que no soporto las casas embrujadas.

—Esta no es una maldita casa embrujada, es un bosque embrujado —respondió Brock.

—Como sea, Brock, en serio tengo mucho miedo, debemos encontrar a Wanda y a Johnny —gimoteaste.

Llegó el momento en el que estuvieron rodeados, parecía que no había escapatoria, intentaron correr hasta que terminaron chocando contra la otra pareja.

— ¿Están bien? —preguntó Wanda aterrada.

—Seguimos vivos, pero no sé por cuanto tiempo…

De manera impulsiva Johnny les lanzó a los atacantes el Multisect, el cual se activó en el momento exacto en el que parecía que los iban a atacar.

Viste a los demás sin comprender, nadie sabía cómo era que habían llegado a la base, lo único que importaba era que estaban a salvo. Wanda y tú se abrazaron mientras que Brock tomó a Johnny del cuello de la playera para amenazarlo.

—Le dices a alguien acerca de esto, te mato.

—…Es sólo una expresión, ¿verdad?

—No imbécil, lo estoy diciendo en serio…

—Brock es suficiente, Johnny ya aprendió la lección, va a regresar el objeto al laboratorio de Reed, ¿verdad Johnny? —irrumpiste separando a los hombres.

—Sí, si claro.

—Es más lo vamos a acompañar —sentenció Wanda.

Entraron al laboratorio y Johnny dejó el Multisect donde lo había encontrado, luego fueron al vestíbulo y ahí se encontraron a Reed.

—Hola chicos, ¿no han visto mi Multisect? —les preguntó.

— ¿Tu qué?

—Multisect, sirve para viajar a otros universos…saben, olvídenlo, no quiero que se metan en problemas.

—Doctor Richards, si supiera... —farfullaste mientras él se iba.

[nickysurfer28]

Master list 6/20/20

Prince of Dreams Series

chapter1

chapter2

chapter3

chapter4

chapter5

chapter6

chapter7

chapter8

chapter9

chapter10

chapter11

chapter12

chapter13

chapter14

Hot sessions:

Hot afternoon by the pool with Chris Evans

Hot sessions: on the couch with Chris Evans

Hot sessions: in the car with Chris Evans

Hot sessions: man cave with Steve Rogers/winter solider

Hot sessions: man cave part 2 with Nomad Steve Rogers/infinity war

One shot/imagine :

imagine being quarantine with Johnny storm

Writing challenge for #SeasonsOfFiction2020 :

Camping Trips..what could go wrong? With Johnny storm

Requested Johnny Storm fic:

One Year Anniversary

Fierce Obsession Series (Bryce Langley)

Part 1

Part 2

@denisemarieangelina @bellaireland1981 @daliaevans @pine-fresh-kirk @waywardodysseys @tanyam93 @ohmy-captain @star-spangled-beard-burn @whiskey-cokenfanfic @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho @jtargaryen18 @iamwhoiamtmblr @imanuglywombat @wintrcaptn @comebackandhauntme21 @bellaireland1981 @brilliantkey @thatgirly81 @thatsxamericasxass @americasass91 @amazonx @lovinevans @nbarnes @xlanawriter @kelbabyblue @southerngracela @kellyn1604 @katiew1973 @kailyndavillier @jms358 @littlefiercequeen @iguessweallcrazyithinktho @ok-buchanan @mizcaptainphoenix @deidrashouseofpain @denissjmaddox @artisticrogers1972 @nomadevans82 @inamarvelx @twittytelly @luna8819 @raveviolet @nekoannie-chan @shellbilee @trishevans @branflakes82 @oddsnendsfanfics @worksby-d @mrs-captain-evans @mery-be

Sorry if I missed anyone. Tumblr is being stupid. So free feel to reblog and share on here. Thanks 😊 💙❤️