#gremlins in mcu au

[gremlin-girly]

Warmest Welcome

Pairing: Biker Bucky x f!Cafe Owner Reader

Warnings/tags: mild threat, intimidation, petnames (doll) meet ugly

Not beta'd. I do not give permission for my work to be reposted, copied, translated or put through an AI machine.

Chapter Summary: The final touches of your café are being put together and on the day of your grand opening, you meet the leader of the White Wolves.

Word count: 2.4k

Dividers by: @/bernardsbendystraws | Banner by me, made in canva, images from canva and Pinterest (credit to the original creators)

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The sun was setting over Briarridge Town as you sped past the welcome sign. The houses on the outskirts gave way to sun-bleached suburbs with lush green trees

This was your fourth, and final, trip back; the last of your belongings packed tightly into your car. Years of saving, grinding and working hard had paid off and you were finally able to live your dream of opening a café.

Despite your family's protests and worries about you moving away from them, you felt amazing. Setting out on your own, building your own path, your own business.

Doing something you loved.

The building had been dirt cheap, a fixer-upper for sure, but nothing a lick of paint and deep clean couldn't fix. You’d been lucky finding a place to set up a small café at such a cheap price. The townsfolk seemed nice enough if not a little withdrawn but you hoped they’d warm up to you soon enough once the café was up and running good and proper.

You unloaded the last of your boxes from your car with a spring in your step into your new home-cum-café. The apartment above the café was yet another fixer-upper but, like your café, it was yours.

The apartment was relatively large; two bedrooms, a bathroom and a large living room with a kitchen just behind it. Another steal, had it not been for the fact that there was a hole in the centre of the floor, the water wasn't working and other components were in various states of disrepair.

Again, nothing a lick of paint couldnt fix. And Google.

Maybe a plumber.

Your bed wouldn't be arriving until the following day so a blow-up bed you'd set up with a duvet and pillow on your first visit would have to be your place of sleep for the night. Dumping your last box you collapsed against the musty smelling makeshift bed. Despite your circumstances, excitement still filled your chest and you squealed with joy into your pillow.

Tomorrow would be a fresh start to your new life in Briarridge.

The first thing on your agenda the next morning was coffee.

You leaned onto the kitchen counter etching down the things you needed to buy with the rest of your savings. Bed was bought. Café equipment already fitted. Chairs, tables coffee machine ordered. The sign out for delivery.

You needed a lot of paint, coffee and all of the ingredients to ready yourself for opening. You hum thoughtfully to yourself. You'd also need to think about decorating the apartment, not just the café.

Maybe put a rug over that hole.

You're at the department store the moment it opens buying a trolley full of paint, tools, fake plants and a few other odds and ends. The other odds and ends being milk and snacks for sustenance as you get to work on making your café look appealing and your apartment a home.

The first room you tackle is your bedroom. It's the bigger of the two bedrooms and painting the room a delicate lilac, the room already looked brighter. After a short break and accepting the the delivery of your bed, you start on the café downstairs.

There's a brief moment when you're on your hands and knees, scrubbing the life out of the wood-effect linoleum if it was worth it. However, at the final wash and the gleam in the warm lighting, you knew it had been. Why pay when you could do it yourself?

An excellent work ethic is something you had always had and to achieve your dream you knew it would be the longest and hardest battle you would have to fight.

But dammit, it was worth it!

Sighing, rolling your aching muscles, you make your way up to your apartment after locking up; desperate for a hot shower. Crawling back under the covers of your air mattress you fell into a deep slumber, ready to wake up and do it all again the next day.

After a week of gruelling work, of painting, of baking, of preparing, decorating and hiding the hole in your apartment; you were ready.

The unveiling of your dream come true was nothing short of surreal; the curved black signage of Whisk & Whimsy glistened in the dewy spring air and the swell of pride in your chest.

Even though you'd told yourself not to expect throngs of people bursting down the doors, it was still disheartening when you waited for hours getting excited when anyone walked by, for no one to even stick their head in to take a peek.

Maybe you'd expected too much. Being a new business and a stranger in a new town but it was too quiet for a Wednesday at lunch hour.

You'd triple checked the best before dates, checked the food signs for the pastries and cakes, and had wiped every surface at least two dozen times since opening in the morning. Everything had to be pristine for your grand opening. Even if no one showed up.

You plucked a cupcake from behind the display case and munched irritably as you attempted to enjoy a fresh cup of coffee. The café was crickets and it irked you to think you'd done all this work, spent all this money, to fail before you even began.

"I should drag them in here and make 'em try a cupcake." You grumble to yourself, watching a few locals walk past your window without so much as a glance in your direction.

When the bell rings above the door, you're in the middle of counting the croissants in the display case and almost knock yourself out jumping up so quickly.

And oh boy, you weren't prepared for what greeted you.

A long-haired brunet man, easily about six foot four, as wide as he is tall with muscular arms that flex under his Henley. His face isn't tan but beautifully and perfectly sun-kissed, accentuating the pink of pouting lips under the five o'clock shadow and sweet-pea blue eyes.

Your eyes flicker to his torso noting how his red Henley is streaked with black smudges and flecks of paint. But where the collar lies against his collarbone, opened enough to give a teasing peak of a tattoo that's hidden beneath.

Why didn't anyone about the gorgeous men in this town? Maybe this was why your family was worried.

When your eyes look back to his face again as he leans against your countertop, smirking at you, interlacing his fingers with one tan hand that sports some silver rings and one tattooed one. He knew he looked good and he knew that you thought so too.

Yeah, your family was definitely worried about men like him.

"Welcome to Whisk and Whimsy," you say warmly, breaking into a delightful customer service smile and trying not to blush under his gaze. "What can I get for you?"

He smiles over at you and you can feel your heart beat a little faster but chide yourself gently. He's a customer. A handsome one, sure, but a customer nonetheless.

"Coffee please doll," He says, voice sweet and smooth like honey. "Black."

You nod and immediately get to work prepping the coffee and ringing it up through the register.

"Staying in or to go?" You ask

"To go, doll. This shouldn't take more than five minutes."

You wonder what he's talking about but put the portafilter into the slot and run the espresso into the take out cup before filling it with boiling water. Securing the lid you place the coffee in front of him and tell him the price, to which he hands you a five dollar bill, far exceeding the price but refuses change.

"You got settled in pretty quick," He comments, sipping the coffee quietly. "Didja work out a deal with the White Wolves before coming into town or what?”

“White Wolves?” You say, purging the portafilter and wiping down the machine. You shoot the guy a confused frown. “Is that the sports team here?”

He snorts. “You can’t be serious. No one’s told ya?”

You shake your head moving to the bar, resting your forearms on the counter opposite him. "I moved here a little over a week ago - I don't really know anyone yet."

"Really?" He grins at you before offering his large right, non-tattooed hand to you. "Well, I'm Bucky."

You tell him your name and shake his hand, trying not to wince as the rings dig into your skin slightly. He releases your hand, taking another glug of coffee and eyeing you curiously.

"So," you start. "The White Wolves?"

"Right. White Wolves." He grins, but now a feeling of unease creeps along your skin. "The White Wolves are a biker gang that run the town. No one comes or goes without them knowing and all the businesses pay.... well, insurance, shall we say."

"You can’t be serious." You snort. You would not paying insurance. All of your hard work, your earnings, your savings, your dreams... Shattered in less than a week? Absolutely not.

"Very serious." Bucky nods somberly before his eyes meet yours and they're not gleaming with anything other than frost. "And I'm their leader."

"Leader?" You scoff with a smile. "Fuck off."

Bucky raises an eyebrow and his lips quirk at the corners, clearly amused by your disbelief. Bike gangs? Seriously? He came all the way here to feel you out, see what you know and bully you into giving him money? Utterly laughable.

"Wish I was lyin' doll but I make a point of seeing every business for the first visit. It's a shame nobody warned ya." He sighs theatrically but smirks over at you. "I'm gonna give you some leeway for that, and because you made such a delectable cup of coffee, but by the end of the month I expect payment."

If you had no sense of decorum, and if you hadn't just washed the counter three times, you'd probably spit at him. You grind your teeth, fire in your eyes as you consider your options. But then the fire fizzles and dies as you sigh.

Bucky grins triumphantly at the sight, which should anger you more. It only serves to fuel your answer. Your shoulders relax. You sigh. Your eyes meet his.

"No." You say simply.

"I wasn't askin' doll." Bucky says, sipping at his coffee, eyes narrowing in confusion. "You're going to pay up."

"No." You say again and, to make it a point, you turn away from him. You can see a warped version of his face in the shiny surface of the coffee machine, his smile replaced by a gape of sheer disbelief. You wipe down the back counter acting like he's not even there. Meanwhile, your mind churns. Why did you say that? What have you done? You'd not even been here two weeks and of he wasn't lying, you'd just royally pissed off a bike gang leader.

Bucky chuckles. "No? You think you can just tell me no?"

"Yeah." You say throwing your rag down and turning to him, hands on hips. "Bet you don't hear it often."

Bucky blinks and looks genuinely shocked that you're not backing down and refusing his not-so-subtle act of intimidation. "I - no. I don't actually."

He considers you for a moment, eyeing your defiant stance in your black apron. "You're either stupid or brave, doll but I'm sure you'll come around."

Bucky straightens, cracking his neck with a sigh before heading to the door. "Cute place ya got here doll. Be a shame if something happened to it." He says before walking through the door with an eerie jingle of the bell.

Nausea swirls in your stomach with anger, watching him leave. You never liked bullies. Even if they were gorgeous, Henley wearing biker leaders.

You'd be dammed if you paid that arrogant biker a dime of your hard earned cash. You needed to come up with a plan, one you could execute while keeping your business afloat.

Two bikers sat outside Whisk & Whimsy the following morning. You'd given them a cursory glance as you opened the shop, and they nodded at you, but made no moves to get up and follow you inside.

Both hulking masses of men, easily over six foot. One was blond and pale skinned, looking like a porcelain doll come to life with pink lips curved into a slightly cheeky smile as he talked with his friend. His friend was slightly shorter than him but no less imposing, with dark skin and a beautifully radiant grin that would give Bucky a run for his money.

"They look like models not bikers." You huff to yourself, peeking through the blinds before sighing and rolling them up. You'd done all the prep the night before but the biker's just sat on their bikes, watching the café.

They didn't come in but you watched as every potential customer crossed the street to avoid them. Intimidation tactics 101.

By mid-afternoon, you'd had enough. Lunch rush was fast approaching and you needed the business. Stuffing two large coffees into a cardboard holder, you grabbed a to-go back and filled it with creamer, sugars and stirrers before wrapping two grilled cheeses and two sweet pastries. The small feast would be a minor set back in the grand scheme of things and you waited until the thrum of lunch rush began to step out into the street and approach the two men with your head held high.

You approached the one closest to you, full beaming smile as you handed him the bag and drinks. In front of at least a dozen civilians.

"Sorry it took so long!" You say brightly and both men look baffled. "If you need any napkins they're just inside the door."

You turn on your heel and bounce back inside, leaving the two men to look between themselves in confusion. You smirk to yourself as you watch a small group of the civilians talk amongst themselves for a moment before crossing the street and stepping over the threshold to Whisk & Whimsy.

You grin and welcome them; taking sick satisfaction in the bewildered annoyance written on the faces of the men outside realising they'd been had. If everyone else thought you and Bucky were square, you'd get customers and profit, whether his lackeys were outside or not.

You - one.

White Wolves - Nil.

Chapter One - End

A/N: So.... Welcome to Whisk & Whimsy!!

I love a good biker Bucky x sweet reader but you know what I love more? A reader whose a menace. I don't usually like letting Bucky keep his left arm.... but he kinda needs both for the bike and also.... TATTOOS. 😫😫 this is a set up chapter clearly giving a little intro to our reader and how much of a pain in Bucky's side she'll be :)

I was actually working on some Bucky Bingos today and trying to get more of my 20qs submissions done but I got possesed to get this out lol

Thoughts, comments, reblogs are all welcome!!

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[jessicas-pi]

All the best meet cutes involve knives, I guess...

“Did it hurt?”

“If the next words out of your mouth are when you fell from heaven, I will cut your throat.”

Ezra gave the girl a grin, trying to ignore the cold metal pressed up against his neck. “I was gonna say, as the temperature of your bloodstream slowly lowered to a point that the human body could no longer maintain consciousness and you passed out from the cold. Because I’ve never actually manipulated the temperature of a living creature before, so, y’know, I'm just curious. For science purposes. By the way, you recovered really fast. I’m impressed.”

She shoved him a little harder against the floor, and the knife shifted closer.

“What are you?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, murder girl?”

“Don’t call me that.”

It was an impatient snarl, and Ezra winced as the knife started to press against his throat.

“Okay,” he breathed, trying not to move. “Okay. You’re not the one we’re looking for, anyway.”

The pressure let up as she sat back, surprised. “I’m not?”

“Really. So, how about you get off me, and I don’t freeze you solid, and we talk this out like normal people?”

She thought for a minute, and then she stood up, still holding the knife at the ready. Ezra sat.

“So, where is she?” he asked without preamble.

“What?”

“Me and my handler are looking for a woman, age 20 to 30, trained assassin, spent fifteen years in the Black Widow program before vanishing. This is her house, so where is she?”

The girl exhaled sharply, the scowl never leaving her face. “You’re looking for an ex-Black Widow?”

“Apparently, she goes by Ingenue now.”

“SHIELD is sending little boys to look for assassins?”

Ezra cleared his throat and stood, brushing off the dust that had stuck to him from the unswept floor. “First of all, I resent being called a little boy, and second of all, I wasn’t sent. I snuck along, and Agent Kallus is totally gonna ground me.” He looked around. “But he might not ground me quite as much if I find Ingenue, sooo… like I was asking. Where is she?”

The girl stepped backwards a few paces, and then dropped into the only chair in the one-room apartment. “She’s here.”

“She is?”

“You’re looking at her.”

Ezra did some math. She was sixteen—maybe seventeen, if he was being generous. Fifteen years of training…

The girl—Ingenue—smiled grimly, flicking her sunset-orange hair out of her face.

“The Academy takes us as babies.”

The silence was slow and long and potent. Then she grinned coldly.

“But, this does mean that I really am the one you’re looking for, so I’m gonna have to kill you now. No hard feelings.”

She was fast, but Ezra was faster.

His hand closed around the knife as she flew forward and swung it at him, enclosing both his fist and the blade in a casing of ice.

With a jerk of his hand, he snapped the brittle blade off its handle, and her eyes grew huge.

Frankly, he hadn’t known he could do that, either.

They stared at each other in silent shock, and then Ezra got what some people like to call a Terrible Idea.

“This is totally hypothetical,” he blurted out. “But how attached are you to this assassin thing?”

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BONUS: when kallus arrives 5 minutes later

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Part of this AU!

[bilbotargaryen]

✨Pretty Princess✨

(Yesterday I found a website where one can put character heights in comparison and I can't with Thor being the tallest of my GotG (224cm) in comparison to Balder being the smallest Odinbro (182cm) - He's sooo mad about it lmao (amongst other things))

Like look at this:

He ain't even taller than Stephen Jdndhdkejrvh

[radiance1]

*cracks knuckles* so you have wished it, so shall it be!

Maddie is a daughter of Ra's Al Ghul, Jack is from a long line of Hunters, together they kill whatever they hunt

Dan is the firstborn, raised to be the perfect ghost hunting weapon obsessed with killing everything he hunts, like Hela from the MCU

Flynn is the second born, he's never gonna measure up to Dan so he never tried

Jazz is the third, she's the perfect child

Danny is the fourth and he's born to replace Dan

The next six children aren't named, they're disposable and unneeded, but the fifth unnamed chooses to call herself Dani

Dan is put down like a rabid dog when he grew too inconvenient to control, he returns as a ghost but is trapped in an already apocalyptic timeline until he's eventually freed from it

Flynn is too soft so into the portal he goes, he can either die or grow stronger, either way he's not Maddie and Jack's problem anymore

Jazz is perfect, she has to be, she knows the consequences of failing and she wants to keep living

Danny takes Dan's name and feels like a replacement, he hates what he's been raised to become, he hates himself and the ghostly child soldier his parents turned him into

The other children were born without fanfare and died without fanfare either, Dani earned her name when she tried to prove she wasn't weak by trying to kill Danny, she didn't succeed but Maddie was proud enough that she tried

- Chaos Gremlin 💖

I won't lie, I like this au A LOT.

But I don't know if I have any ideas for it..

So I'll just throw a bit of scraps together for now.

So, what if they move to Gotham, not by any of the children's wishes no. But because Maddie and Jack want to try their hands and hunting down the Batclan.

Their goal is obviously the notorious Batman.

Their arrival was pretty discreet, but a few days later they get picked up on by Batman and the rest, because of them popping out and trying to kill any member they come across.

Danny and Dani were sent after Robin and Red Robin.

Jazz is sent after Red Hood and Nightwing.

Danny and Dani don't really like each other, you know from Dani's attempt to murder Danny and all, but they work well enough together that they can fight other people.

So they split up, with Danny after Robin and Dani after Red Robin. They just had to wait for night and go find them.

Jazz was both hard and easy, she knew how to possibly draw Red Hood out, and Nightwing she just has to scour the rooftops for, so during the day she went around, beating up various gangs to draw the Crimelord's attention.

At night she went across the city looking for Nightwing.

All hell broke loose when they found their targets.

Danny and Dani wasted no time in trying to kill their targets, they had powers while the others didn't, it should be easy to kill them.

It wasn't.

They had some trouble fighting, more than they would have liked to admit, the gadgets and them knowing the layout of the city was annoying. They escaped just when the two of them thought they finally got them.

Jazz had a harder time with her targets.

It was a far more even playing field, it wasn't uncommon for her to have bullets wounds whenever she had to head back or multiple bruises, depending on who she encountered. But at least she had the knowledge that she at the very least gave them multiple broken bones and the occasional concussion.

Jack and Maddie weren't at all pleased with the repeated failed attempts. So, they both entered the field themselves, looking for the big bat himself.

The Batclan made themselves an easy target, all of them in one location. Batman out in the open and the others in hiding.

Jack and Maddie both took the opportunity for what it was and pounced, with Jazz staying on standby while the Danny and Dani both went to look for their targets.

Shit went, pretty wrong.

For Jack and Maddie anyway.

With five members of the Batclan against just their three, they put up a good fight, but Jazz was still injured from her previous fight against Red Hood.

So they were pretty overwhelmed, especially when they didn't expect more than what they thought would be there.

They thought at the most it would be maybe 3, not five.

So Jack and Maddie got beat up, so did Jazz.

So yadda yadda Danny and Dani find out, lose their shit because that's their sister who got taken and wanted to get her back.

They did get her back, but not in the way they expected.

If being able to now live a normal (Or at least normal in Gotham) life with their big sister in Gotham was any example.

[sea-owl]

Do you have any Stony fanfic recommendations?

I want steve to be an absolute mess for Tony

Let me check my AO3 bookmarks. Hold on.

*runs off to AO3*

*comes back*

Okay, so to start, @aurumacadicus who is also known as Reioka on AO3, has to be my favorite. The horn dog Steve posts are wild and almost always makes me laugh. Everytime I try to write Stony I try to draw inspiration through the spirit of aurumacadicus.

An AU where kings Steve and Anthony are set to be married for alliance. There's this knight named Tony, though, who is driving Steve mad.

Steve a little awkward in this one. I find it really cute though. Basically Amora curses the Avengers to fall in move with one another. Steve fell in love with Tony except Steve's been in love with Tony.

This one has to be one of my favorite Stony fics. So this one is set in 616 and does get sad at times because Tony is a depressed bitch. After the strain of SHRA and all that followed, Tony has taken himself out of the superhero game and just wants to gain enough back of his shares to his company to make sure it stays with him. Steve now the head of SHIELD can help with that but in exchange he wants Tony to work for him. Steve's desperate need to have Tony near starts out subtle but really shines through at the end.

This one got some dark Steve in it if you like that. Steve just wants to keep Tony by his side is that too much to ask?

This one has one of my favorite tropes, identity porn. Rumors spread of Tony Stark and Iron Man dating, Tony does not help himself by confirming those rumors. Poor Steve is confused.

This one is set in Avengers Assemble universe with some jealous Steve. Steve and Tony made a marriage pact, but just as the date of expiration was coming to an end Tony introduces Carol Danvers aka Captian Marvel to the team. Steve thinks she's Tony's girlfriend.

Steve likes seeing Tony in his things like the possessive little gremlin he is.

Steve is high off his ass when he wakes up from surgery. The first thing he notices is the ring on Tony's left hand.

This one is another favorite. Steves across the multiverse are bombarded by MCU Steve's memories as he travels to put the stones back.

This is set in the branch timeline in Endgame. Steve has a size kink.

[mthofferings2023]

black_feather_fiction

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Preferred organizations: - Center for Reproductive Rights - Native American Rights Fund - RIP Medical Debt - The Bail Project - Transgender Law Center (See the list of approved organizations here)

Will create works that contain: As you can probably tell from my AO3 works, my specialty is angst, hurt/comfort, whump and dark themes. Sometimes I write crack if the mood hits me. In general, angsty and/or whumpy prompts will be much more likely to get me inspired than fluffy ones. I really like writing Loki-centric fics, obviously, since about almost everything I've written for AO3 so far was Loki-centric, lol. I am also a real sucker for the trope of the original Avengers living in Stark Tower in domestic bliss, Clint hiding in the vents, Natasha being creepy and Loki dropping by occasionally to cause trouble and be a little shit. So if you want to ignore everything post TDW or even post Avengers (2012), that's more than fine by me!

Will not create works that contain: Omegaverse, pure fluff without at least some tension or angst, Dark!Tony, fics hating on the Loki series or on Sylvie, Slyki etc. Dark Themes, especially sexual abuse and rape/non-con: I do write about that, and quite regularly too, but fics that depict it in a positive or uncritical way or go too much into the abuser POV squick/trigger me, especially if a fictional minor is involved, so that would be a no. I usually don't get very inspired by human AUs, coffeshop AUs and the like. Exceptions may occur. No reader-insert or fics focussing on Loki/ofc, Loki/omc or Loki & ofc, Loki & omc.

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Will create works for the following relationships: Loki fandom any gen - MCU Loki/Tony Stark - MCU Loki/Thor - MCU Loki/Sylvie - MCU

Work Description: Length: 1000 to 4000 words should work in any case, but experience has shown that if I get inspired by the prompt, I might write a much, much longer fic (my fic for 2022 ended up with more than 45k, lol). Please tell me if you have an upper word limit. Scheduling: Since I have a small gremlin I have to care for, my free time is even more unpredictable by now than it was a year ago. So I won't give any estimates here except that I will try very hard to keep to the soft deadline of one year. Loki/Sylvie: Be aware that I will depict the relationship as a queer and genderfluid one. Loki will not necessarily be considered always male, Sylvie not necessarily always female, and their relationship will definitely not be straight.

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hermitcraft headcanons: reblogs from that blog

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tua

five hargreeves | hargreeves family | kid brellies

tua au | fanart | edits | headcanons | meta | analysis

45 duo ily: klaus and five

56 sibling dynamic is so special to me: five and ben

567 trio: five, ben, viktor

even numbers squad: diego, klaus, ben

brellies hug: the sibs hugging <3

five loves his family | five gets a hug | five needs a nap

five fanart | sparrow five | five causes the apocalypse au

tua s1 | tua s2 | tua s3 | tua s4

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tua cast | justin h min: posts about the actors

i'm always happy to yap about time travel!

[wolfjackle-creates]

20 questions for writers, tagged by @gremlin-bot

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

10

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

87,995 (What the hell? I thought it was, like, half that 🤯) [This will increase dramatically once I get a few more things transferred from tumblr to AO3]

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Right now, it's mostly dpxdc. I'm trying to break into more solo DC and DP stuff. I also have a few works for Good Omens that I'm not ready to abandon.

4. What are your top 5 fics by Kudos?

The Nurse's Demands

Electricity

Remember, Remember

Want to Hold on and Feel I Belong

Answer My Call

5. Do you respond to comments? Why/why not?

Yes! I'm in fandom to make friends and have fun. I made one of my best fandom friends through AO3 comments. Besides, talking about things I've made and my thoughts behind them is fun. ^.^

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

On AO3? Probably Carry On. It's a Good Omens two shot that more-or-less starts with Abel's death. It then follows Crowley and Cain as they experience exile together. But I don't really do sad endings, so it ends with Cain finding a degree of peace, even if Abel is still dead.

In general? Never shared, but it's another Good Omens story. A sequel to the above. I wrote 3 fics/chapters that explore a Fallen Raphael!Crowley coming to terms with the fact that he can't heal. So in the 2nd installment, he gets close to some humans and when one is severely injured, he fails to heal them and they die. I won't share more than that, but I literally can't read that fic without crying and I wrote it. (The fourth and fifth part of the series are him wresting the ability to heal back from the binds that were placed on it, so even those have a happy ending in a way. The people who died remain dead, though, so I think it still counts.)

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Considering none of my dpxdc longfics are finished yet, I'm gonna go with another Good Omens fic, The Demon Piper. This is based off the story of the Pied Piper, obviously. Hamelin, Germany is experiencing a famine due to rats getting into the winter stores. The adults are desperate and many are considering selling their kids to indentured servitude or worse. So the kids and Crowley make a pact to run away together. They they go off and set up their own little settlement in the mountains and everyone lives and it's super sweet. I have a few sequels I need to post that get even fluffier.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Haven't yet! Y'all are the best <3

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

My third Good Omens fic! An Evening In! It's an 18k PWP with Soft Dom Aziraphale and Service Bottom Crowley, human AU. Really, it's just two men who love each other very much. It's so soft and self indulgent, even if they do explore some kink dynamics.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one?

DPxDC is my first time in a crossover fandom. It's been a blast! IDK if it counts as crazy, though.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope. Wouldn't that be the biggest flattery, though.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

No. I don't think my writing style lends itself to co-writing. I'm very particular about how things get phrased and I'm a plotter and most of my planning happens mentally while driving or at work or something.

14. What's your all-time fav ship?

Oh, I don't have one! I have a fav ship in certain fandoms, though. I was in the Sherlock fandom for a while, so Johnlock obviously. For Be More Chill (the musical) it's Michael/Jeremy. For Good Omens it's Crowley/Aziraphale. For Avatar it's Zutara. Newsies has Jack/David. For DC only fics, I'm an avid Tim/Kon shipper or Core Four. But for DPxDC I'm a multishipper. I was also a multishipper when in the MCU fandom (though Steve/Tony became a nOTP for me and was never a favorite even before Age of Ultron).

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Oh, damn. It's hard to say. I plotted out a whole Good Omens Parent Trap Fusion. (Aka take the plot of the Parent Trap and fit in the characters from Good Omens.) I hate to call it abandoned since I would like to go back to it. But time...

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I do panic attacks and emotional breakdowns very well. I'm also proud of how I can weave a complex plot into a coherent story which will hopefully come out once I get further along in some of my long fics (particularly Answer My Call and I'll Carry Your Heart (Until I Find You Again)).

17. Writing weaknesses?

I don't think I'm very good at making sure all my characters have distinct voices. I've gotten way better at that this past year, but I'm still working on it. I'm also too much of a perfectionist which makes me slow. And I jump around ideas too much which makes it harder to finish projects.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages?

I will never do it. Way I see it, if the POV character understands what is being said, the reader should understand, too. Which means it needs to be written in English (the only language I can guarantee the reader of an English story can understand). If the POV character can't understand what is being said, neither should the reader. If it's omniscient POV, I will put it in English if I want the reader to have that information and leave it out if I don't. Not give some readers extra information that others don't get.

19. The first fandom you wrote for.

Naruto. I wrote it by hand in class on lined notebook paper and passed it over to my best friend. She, in turn, gave me drawings of my favorite characters.

20. Fav fic you've ever written?

God, I have no idea. I love so many of my works and each one represents something. The Demon Piper is the fic that got me back into writing at all so that's super special to me. Bring Me Home is the one that got me writing for the DPxDC fandom. An Evening In was my first attempt at smut and I am so happy with how it turned out (never thought I could do it). I'll Carry Your Heart (Until I Find You Again) has a premise I'm absolutely in love with and I have so many plans for it. Want to Hold on and Feel I Belong is proof of how much I love emotional breakdowns and I love how much of a punch it packs. Remember, Remember is my first time writing an introspective piece that covers a long time period and I think it works really well.

No, I don't have a favorite work. No way I could pick between them all.

Tagging: @greensword101, @isalisewrites, @britcision and anyone else who wants to do this!

[chaosisorderao3]

20 questions for fanfic writers tagged by @nachtwaechterin Thanks for the tag!!!

How many works do you have on AO3? 42 as of now, which is wild considering a year ago I had like. 10 and didn't think I was going to start any new ones! I was purely a longfic writer back then and now I've really branched out.

What's your total A03 word count? 1,035,021 words hehehe

What fandoms do you write for? Well right now I almost entirely just write MCU fic (particularly Parkner) and also HP foefic, but I've also written quite a bit for Naruto, BNHA, Bleach and KHR!

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? What it Takes (Naruto) - AU in which Naruto grows up knowing what it takes to achieve his goals and being a fair bit more competent as a result. Still an ADHD gremlin, also genderfluid in this one. Feat. Naruto And The Boys polycule including queerplatonic Naruto/trans guy Hinata and romantic NaruSasu

Shared Power (BNHA) - fic in which Midoriya unlocked Blackwhip instead of super strength at the entrance exam, and progresses through unlocking the stored quirks of OFA. Feat. t4t gay tododeku with demisexual demiromantic Midoriya

Daisy Evans, the Girl Who Stood True (Harry Potter) - trans girl potter gets taken in by the Tonks family after finding her way to a trans Meetup when Hagrid first brings her to Diagon alley. Intending to write all 7 books, currently almost finished book 2. Feat. t4t Daisy/Ginny and also me having lots of fun with autistic good!ravenclaw!Draco getting character development and a safe environment (eventually, and he doesn't start out good or in ravenclaw)

Scrapyard Tinkering and Bisexual Awakenings (MCU/Parkner) - a fic idea I wrote out on a whim and then kept writing, in which a 14yo Peter fresh back from Germany encounters new transfer student at Midtown, Harley Keener, and has a bisexual awakening there and then. Very soft and fluffy! I have plans to one day write some more in that fic setting, and ideally write a sequel fic that features a prom for queer teens in new York that gets interrupted by an alien invasion. In which I will write my very own rarepair I thought of, Ned Leeds/Kurt Wagner!

Tales of a Scientific Ninja (Naruto) - my probably abandoned very first ever fic I wrote. In theory I would like to finish writing it because I have the whole plot roughly outlined for what is now a 150k word fic and could be a 300-400k word fic but I just don't know if I'll have the inspiration or time. Isekai OC becomes Naruto's twin and houses the other half of Kurama. By the power of autism, develops a special interest in fuinjutsu and achieves mastery at a 'young age' (in reality they retained their cognitive maturity from their past life and accordingly had a head start)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Yes! When I have the spoons I try to respond to as many comments as I can. I really appreciate comments because I love engagement with my readers <3

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Other than my oneshots and scrapyard I have literally not finished a fic ever but none of them have an angsty ending. I would say that maybe Tales of a Scientific Ninja would have an angsty-ish ending if I finish it, largely because it'll end after a literal war and there are gonna be deaths.

What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Lol all of my fics I love happy endings way too much. If I had to decide out of all my fics I've finished I would have to say maybe one day i can forget the past and be one of those girls of honey and glass (MCU/Parkner) because Harley and Seraphina get to be so so happy!! Especially Seraphina in her transition progress <3

Do you get hate on fics? I used to get a bunch back when I posted on FFN and I have gotten one memorable piece of hate on AO3 when someone was very upset that I gave Sakura a different story path than they wanted in What It Takes, but otherwise nah. I do sometimes get people posting comments that cross my boundaries but I usually respond by explaining my boundaries and then deleting if need be.

Do you write smut? Kind of? I have a couple works in progress that didn't get very far and I do plan to complete both of them at some point. Not sure when though.

Do you write crossovers? Wjdueudhdhsidushd welllll kind of? I have this one crossover fic that I fully planned but never actually got very far in writing. It's called The Heroes' Aid and it's set in the Naruto world. The four main characters are from HxH, Bleach, Fire Emblem Three Houses and KHR. They're all isekai'd into the Naruto world by the sage of six paths, to help Minato and kushina during the second and third wars.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of!

Have you ever had a fic translated? Not yet, but if anyone wants to translate my fics that would be so cool hehe

Have you ever co-written a fic before? I haven't, and I'm maybe open to trying it but it does sound kind of stressful.

What's your all-time favorite ship to write for? Parkner my absolute beloved!!! I quite like tododeku too but Parkner, especially my post NWH Parkner fic set at MIT, is just aaaaaaaaa

Oh and an absolute honorary mention to one of my rarepairs, HaruChrome (from KHR). I am responsible for 2 of the 11 fics for it on ao3!

What's A WIP that you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? Lol so many. What it Takes and Margin of Error are probably the main two though

What are your writing strengths? I can really get going with my writing speed and hit word per minute scores of about 30-50 on sprints, and thusly write over 5k words in a day on my good days! Once I have my idea I kind of just run with it and see what happens and pump out a lot of content.

What are your writing weaknesses? I tend to struggle with painting visuals with my writing; character outfits, scene descriptions and such. It's often something I have to remember to remind myself to do.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? Yeah! It's definitely something I want to be able to do, but I also don't want to botch languages. I may just specify that the speech is in another language without writing it in that language directly, but it'll really depend.

First fandom you wrote for? Naruto! I mostly got into fanfic reading naruto canon rewrites and SI-OC fics on FFN, and then I found the light and started reading more stuff on ao3 and branching out in fandoms. But my first fic was a... well, not SI, but an OC insert naruto fic. I'm quite attached to it even if I may have to abandon it

Favorite fic you've written? Well this is an evil question. I kind of want to say all of them so you know what? All of them.

I'm tagging @vulpineamethyst and @neonandfuckinggarbage, and who ever else wants to do this!

List of questions under the cut for ease of copy-pasting.

How many works do you have on AO3?

What's your total AO3 word count?

What fandoms do you write for?

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Do you get hate on fics?

Do you write smut?

Do you write crossovers?

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

What's your all-time favorite ship to write for?

What's A WIP that you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

What are your writing strengths?

What are your writing weaknesses?

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

First fandom you wrote for?

Favorite fic you've written?

[amuseoffyre]

oh man I just remember I started writing a dragon-rider Captain America AU where Steve had unintentionally ended up as the rider of a Brooklyn Blue dragon called Bucky (who basically picked Steve to be his rider, because the guy is a chaos gremlin and seemed like fun). I forgot about that. I had so much plotted as well, even the whole Hydra arc because my lore for the Brooklyn Blues was all about their camo skills and HYDRA fully taking advantage of that when they turned him into a killing machine 😭gdi MCU, why did you have to shoot my love into a black hole??

[gremlin-girly]

From the Ashes

Whisk & Whimsy Part 4

Dividers by: @/bernardsbendystraws | Banner by me, made in canva, images from canva and Pinterest (credit to the original creators)

Not beta'd. I do not give permission for my work to be reposted, copied, translated or put through an AI machine.

Tags/warnings: violence, injury, blood, fluff, miscommunication

Summary: You kindly offer to help pick up the pieces. Even if that means letting Bucky stay with you for a while.

Word count: who knows

A/N: Very sorry who saw this prematurely post last Sunday - but I hope you enjoyed reading through the notes 😭💀

I want to give this series the attention it deserves so I'm taking a two week break to get my brain back on track and then we will be back to weekly postings. Thank you for all the love on this series so far! X

Series Masterlist | Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Collection

Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

The reactions of the bikers were instantaneous.

They each sprinted to their bikes and hurriedly packed away things. Bucky's face was like a storm as he barked out orders; Sam to go straight to the hospital and give updates on Hoskins and Joaquin, Alexei and Natasha to find Piertro, Wanda and Yelena and for Punisher to go with Clint to hunt down Walker and find whoever did this. Steve was to go straight to the club and meet Bucky there.

"What about me?" You asked teetering behind Bucky, gasping as he half threw you onto the back of his bike without warning.

"It's not safe for you, Cupcake. 'M taking you home." Bucky left no room for argument as the engine roared to life and he peeled away from the off-road with White Wolves in tow. "Now, hang on!"

You curl into Bucky, the wind howling in your ears and whipping your hair wildly. You clutch at him tightly, your mind flitting to young Joaquin's smiling face, his polite yet playful demeanour towards yourself and his superiors, and dread settles in your stomach. You didn't know Hoskins well, but liked him well enough; he was friendly and helped ease Walker's apprehension of...well, everyone.

You hoped, wished, prayed that they would make it through.

When Briarridge came into view, all of the bikers wordlessly split off to complete their tasks. Bucky kept speed, barrelling through the quiet roads until he pulled up outside Whisk & Whimsy. You hadn't even realised you'd stopped, eyes squeezed shut. The smell of smoke was strong, settling like a fog over the rooftops.

"Come on doll, hop off." Bucky says stoically.

"Take me with you." You say firmly, not removing your hands from his waist. The fire and stabbings had nothing to do with your beef with Bucky, and you wanted to help the friendly bikers that had been nothing but nice to you. "Let me help."

Bucky's chest heaves, you can feel the push of his ribs against your hands, his frantic heartbeat. "Fuck doll - I can't be wastin' time like-"

"Then DRIVE!" You growl at him and he starts the ignition again with a sigh, turning back on himself and heading in the direction of the club.

What should take thirty minutes takes ten with Bucky's driving and when the bike skids to halt beside Steve, Steve gives you a curious glance.

"Hello again," He says before looking at Bucky with the unvoiced question; you brought her with you?

Bucky shrugs. "She wouldn't get off the damn bike."

The three of you look to the remnants of the club and you can see Bucky's shoulders visibly slump in defeat. The club is still being doused with water from the fire engines but there are no more flames, only smoke and ash. The building is black, everything inside from what you can see is smudged in hues of charcoal and graphite and your heart aches for Bucky and the White Wolves.

The neon sign exploded from the heat, and the glass has melted into the entry way. No more dubiously stained carpet. No more bar. No more more club. No more home.

"Fuck." Bucky sighs, dropping his hands to his thighs. "This ain't good."

"You're telling me, pal." Steve looks forlorn as he looks at the building, or what's left of it. "This was premeditated."

You're still clinging to Bucky and rise up slightly, feeling a little dazed. "I'm so sorry."

"What are we gonna do Buck?" Steve asks, folding his arms firmly. You're not even offended that the two men ignore your apology.

"We're gonna find who did this and make 'em pay." Bucky growls. "Insurance'll cover most of the damage and thankfully nothing important was kept in the club but-"

Bucky takes a deep, long breath and you can feel the anger - the rage - brimming underneath the surface of his skin.

"That's not the point. Whoever this was attacked our own." Bucky kicks a stone near his boot. "They waited until we were out of town. This was personal."

"You can stay at mine tonight. I'll take the sofa." Steve offers dutifully to Bucky who contemplates his offer before you chime in.

"Stay with me."

Both men's heads whip towards you and you feel a little out of your depth for a moment before shaking it off; the image of Bucky's uncomfortable cot in his office plaguing ypur mind.

"You're gonna need all the rest you can get." You say, fixing Bucky with what you hope is a stern but sympathetic look. "I have an air mattress and a spare room."

Bucky's rage dissipates for a moment to blink at you before looking over at Steve, who's smiling with surprise.

"Careful there, Cupcake." Bucky teases softly. "People might actually think you like me. Now, where's that useless sheriff?"

An hour later Bucky's slumped into your couch, tattooed hand over his face. Your heart aches for him, losing so much in such a short space of time was incomprehensible. Your belongings, your home, a friend. Maybe even two if Joaquin didn't pull through.

The loss of the club you could chalk up to karma for threatening your business and others but the rest? That was plain unfair. Kindness was a virtue you had yet to reign in and your brain, bless her heart, tried to rationalise Bucky being on your couch. You hated him, didn't you?

So why did you offer him your couch when he could've stayed at Steve's?

You try not to grumble to yourself as you bring two mugs over to the small couch. You curse yourself for cheaping out now that your legs are pressed against Bucky's and you can't sit at least an arm's length away from him.

"Hey," You say softly, holding out a mug of tea. "Here."

Bucky peeks out from under his hand and blinks tiredly at you before taking the mug from your hands, ringed fingers brushing yours. Tingles tan up the expanse of your arm as you pulled it back towards you, trying to suppress a shiver.

"Thanks, doll." He says gruffly, looking into the ripples on the tea surface.

The only sound you can hear in your heart in your ears, thudding hard and fast. You should say something... but what? What do you say to a man who's lost everything in less than a day?

"I'm..." you start speaking before you can stop it and you feel Bucky's eyes on you. You roll your shoulders anxiously, fighting to try and find the words, before settling lamely on a "sorry."

"For what?"

You expected a grunt and a nod not a conversation. You shrug helplessly.

"Uh, well, everything - I guess?" You stammer out, dropping your gaze to the mug in your hand. Wisps of steam rolled over the surface and you took a deep breath, prolonging the sigh for as long as you could.

It still didn't help.

"I really had fun today until... you know, it wasn't." You clear your throat. God, why was this so hard? Why is your heart beating so fast? Is it because you're trying to comfort the man you're supposed to hate?

"I can't... I can't imagine being in your shoes. With everything that's happened today and - yeah - I'm sorry." You rush the end out quickly and, noticing Bucky hasn't spoken for a while, look over at him with a weary but sympathetic smile.

Bucky's only looking at you. He nods and says nothing for a few moments, just looking. You want to look away but something stops you. Your chest is tight with anxiety, you're only comfort is the warmth of the mug permeating your palms as Bucky looks - no, gazes - at you like he's a million miles away. His blue eyes are locked onto yours, and the more you focus, the more you see.

His eyes aren't just blue; they're periwinkle with with flecks of a misted green close to the iris. Where you'd thought, or better yet assumed, they were cold and cruel you now see that they're soft and worrisome. At the corners of his eyes where thick, dark unkempt eyebrow taper, you can see the faint crinkles of smile lines. It wasn't a surprise to you that he was attractive, you noticed that the first day you'd met him. But in the midst of a tragedy and him not even a foot away from your face, on your sofa no less, you've only just made the realisation that perhaps you've made one too many assumptions about the biker before you and had ignored the fact that he wasn't just attractive; he was soul-destroyingly beautiful.

"I could... put on a movie? You ask after clearing your throat, hoping the silence would be a little less awkward and help you to ignore your new-found revelation.

"Yeah, sure." Bucky murmurs, tearing his gaze away from you to look at an interesting piece of wall and sip his tea.

You turn on the TV and boot up Netflix, flicking to the movie section and eyeing up the genres.

"Guess you'd want an action movie huh?" You joke, hoping to get a rise from him to ease the strange feeling hanging in the room. It works - he bites.

"What's with the assumption?" He raises an eyebrow at you, smirking slightly. "Maybe I'd kill to watch - what was that one? Go back... Maybe I'd like to watch 13 Going on 30."

You snort. "I apologise profusely for thinking the only two movies you'd like were Mad Max and Mad Max Fury Road."

"You forgot Furiosa too." His eyes twinkle and he hides a smirk behind his mug as he takes a sip and despite the day you'd had, you find yourself smiling so hard your cheeks hurt.

"Bucky Barnes, biker leader and film connoisseur." You chuckle. "Quite the title."

"I wear it with pride." He grins. "But I'll settle with something I don't have to think too hard about."

You manage to find a light-hearted action-comedy to stick on but Bucky only makes it through the first forty minutes before his head slumps against your shoulder. You startle and go to move him when you see how soundly he's sleeping, not a peep escaping his pink lips, long lashes curled against his skin. He looked like a cherub; round-faced, innocent and angelic. Such a contrast to the man that he is. However, you don't move him, letting the leader of the White Wolves rest his weary head on your shoulder for a restful while.

You don't remember seeing the end of the movie or feeling your eyes grow heavy. All you remember is that by daybreak, when the orange sun peeks it's way into your living room and the birds begin their morning sonatas, you wake up on Bucky's chest with a blanket draped across you both... and willfully close your eyes and go back to sleep.

The incessant beeping of a fire alarm jolts you from your slumber. Panic clutches at you as you think your home, your café, your dream, is on fire. You're on the sofa - alone - and fight your way out of the blanket cursing Bucky for leaving you, falling to the floor with a thump. The floor creaks unsteadily and you curse. You should have gotten that hole fixed.

You can see the grey smoke descending and the smell of burning....

Bacon?

"Doll, are you okay?" It's Bucky's voice. You rub at your eyes and clamber to your feet, ready to run.

What you see, instead of a burly man fighting his way through fire to rescue you, is Bucky waving smoke away from the detector. He curses loudly and looks behind him to the stove where more plumes of smoke rise whilst you make sleepy sense of the situation.

"I tried making breakfast." Bucky says, slightly panicked, giving you a sheepish smile. "But I think I ruined it."

You really, really want to frown but instead a laugh sputters free from your throat, your heart taking its time to settle to a calm pace. Bucky's face lights up and he chuckles softly giving you the sweetest puppy-dog eyes he can muster. Had he always looked at you like that? Lips perfectly pouted, eyes gently pleading for your sympathy? Surely not.

"Perhaps I should've left the cooking to you."

You find yourself smiling - still not frowning - when your eyes meet his. "Perhaps you should've. What havoc have you wreaked on my kitchen?"

Thankfully, the only damage Bucky had wrought was on the bacon; utterly singed to black curls in the frying pan. You shoo him away as you scrape the remains into the trash and start afresh with a pot of boiling water and a now bacon-ash free frying pan.

Four small, colourful sllicone bowls get a swipe of olive oil on a ball of kitchen roll before being filled with one egg each. Bucky watches on, fascinated with your fluid movements around the stove. The fresh bacon sizzles softly in the pan and you place the egg bowls into the boiling pot before clanking the lid on top. Bread gets thrown into the toaster - four slices - and you shoot Bucky a smug smile as you flick the kettle on.

"I take it you like your bacon crispy?" You tease and Bucky chuckles sheepishly.

"I do like it to have some crunch." He says, reaching up to the cupboard you point to and pulling out two mugs. You try not to let your eyes linger as his shirt lifts as he reaches for the mugs and focus yourself on pulling out the instant coffee, sugar and butter from the fridge.

The toast pops and the sound of cold butter scraping along the crisped surface fills the space between you and Bucky while he adds coffee and hot water to your mugs. As you pull the bacon to lay it across the toast you instruct him on how many teaspoons of sugar and how many dashes of milk you take. The next step is removing your eggs from the pot, slowly, carefully and using a spoon to carve into the curvature of the silicone; removing a perfectly cooked, runny poached egg. Once two of the eggs are placed on one plate, you hand it to Bucky before repeating the same onto your plate. You slice open your egg yolk with a knife and let it run over your toast before pushing a piece onto your fork but before you take a bite you glance to Bucky and find he's braving his breakfast with his hands and a dream.

"This is delicious." He says around a big mouthful, a stray golden tear of egg yolk escaping the corner of his mouth. "Thanks, doll."

"Don't mention it, fire hazard." You chuckle and inwardly stall. Talk about insensitive on your part. "I'm not just a pretty face."

"Mm." Bucky nods, licking away the yolk from his chin, unperturbed by your terrible nickname."You're not."

As quickly as heat begins to bloom in your stomach, you squash it back down. Just because you fell asleep on him - technically twice, but who's counting? - and made him breakfast didn't mean things were different now somehow. You let him stay and made breakfast because you're a good person.

And because you're hoping Bucky will appreciate your kindness and not extort you. Right?

Right.

"I hate to ask this but I'm going to have to call a meeting today," Bucky says, thumbing away yolk residue and cleaning his thumb with a kiss. "Could we use the café as a meeting point?"

You make a sound of uncertainty and ponder his question. On the one hand, you'd miss a day of business and have your café filled with upset and frustrated bikers. On the other, there's the whole not being extorted thing and you can catch up on inventory, stock and prepare anything else.

"Alright." You half-sigh. "I'll get some admin done and give you guys lunch."

"Doll, you don't-" You hold up a hand and his mouth snaps shut.

"I insist. If Joaquin and Hoskins are awake, I'll get Sam to take theirs to them." Your eyes meet his and you smile. "But you're doing the dishes."

Seeing the White Wolves look so upset made your heart break, though you weren't surprised to find that once they'd all arrived, most of your floor space had disappeared too.

Sam had arrived first, tired and worn after spending the night sick with worry at the hospital. Both you and Bucky had cornered him the moment he stepped foot over the threshold.

"Are they okay?" Both you and Bucky say in unison. Sam looks between you both and shakes his head.

"Joaquin is stable and under supervision." He says and then looks to his boots. "Hoskins is in ICU."

"What about Walker? Maximoff?" Bucky asks.

"Piertro got the girls to safety thanks to Joaquin, Hoskins and Walker. Walker was trying to fend off two attackers." Sam gives Bucky a concerned look. "However, Walker is AWOL. He's not with his family or in the usual spots around town."

Bucky grumbled and shook his head shooting you a "you shouldn't hear this" look, prompting you to announce you were going to make a start on lunch. By the time everyone else had arrived, lunch was ready and waiting and Bucky took the opportunity to update them on whatever he and Sam had spoken about while they ate and you busied yourself in the store room. Eventually, you stepped back out to your serving counter to do basic inventory (and sneakily listen for updates) while they discussed next steps.

"Steve, call the Destroyers and Panthers. See if they've heard anything." Bucky scratches at his stubble thoughtfully. "Meanwhile, I want someone around Torres and Hoskins twenty-four-seven. If they were cowardly enough to attack the younger members when we were out of town I wouldn't put it past them to try and get into the hospital."

Everyone nods in acknowledgement.

"Punisher and Clint, you both find Walker, if you can. I have questions that need answering. Alexei, you stick with Steve. Anything happens I want updates."

Yelena pipes up. "What about me and Wanda? We have school and work to go to."

"Take sick days." Bucky huffs impatiently. "You're always playing hookie Lena, that shouldn't be too hard to do."

Some of the bikers chuckle and Alexei pats Lena's shoulder and she looks sheepish. There's a few more questions about Hoskins and Joaquin, their injuries and about their families before Sam asks the million dollar question.

"Where are we gonna congregate now that the club is gone?" Sam glances over to you and then back to Bucky but before Bucky can come up with an answer, you're already speaking.

"Come here. I may have customers some days but you can come through the storeroom out back." You point through the open door behind you. "It leads up to my apartment."

A few of the bikers and do a double take and glance at Bucky as if to make sure they're hearing you correctly. You're not even sure if you're hearing you correctly.

"You heard the lady." Bucky shrugs, crossing his arms, leaving no room for negotiation. The surge of pride that swelled in your chest at the acknowledgement and respect made a little voice in your mind nag - but you chose to ignore it. "Come through the storeroom. As for the club, Nat, I need you to call the insurance company and get that sorted out."

When the Wolves disband, more focused when they entered, Bucky sighs heavily sagging against the counter. You slide him a mug of fresh coffee with a sympathetic smile and he looks up at you, looking ready to melt into the floor.

"You okay?"

Bucky's eyes are tired - even though he'd had a full eight hours the trauma, stress and general discomfort of sleeping on the sofa had done a number on him.

"I just... hate the waiting." He says quietly after clearing his throat, sipping the coffee. "I don't know what to do with myself."

"There's a hole under the sofa that needs fixing, if you want something to do." You joke but Bucky's eyes light up with purpose.

"I could fix it."

"A-are you sure?" You stammer awkwardly. "You don't have to, I was kidding."

"Least I could do, Cupcake." Bucky purrs back with a smirk. "I'll get some supplies. You said the air mattress is up in that spare room too?"

You nod, feeling a little dumbfounded. You'd given up your apartment without a second thought but at least Bucky was making himself useful. "In my office. Sheets and spare comforter are in the closet."

Bucky nods back, stealing your notepad and making a short list of some items in a scrawl you almost can't decipher. He tears out the page and tucks your pen behind his ear, winking at you as he heads towards the entrance of the café.

"I'll be back soon. The boys won't need to meet until maybe tomorrow unless anything happens so feel free to re-open."

Soon, as it turns out, was almost two hours later. Bucky had borrowed Alexei's truck - a beautiful, beat up red flat bed - and had returned toolbox in hand and a plank of thin plywood over his shoulder.

You're busy serving customers but everyone stops to watch him saunter behind the counter and disappear up the stairs, whistling a made-up tune.

"Was that-" The customer your currently serving points to the back of house where Bucky had been moments prior.

"I'm just getting some work done." You say quickly, handing her her coffee. "He came highly recommended."

Throughout the day you can hear various bangs and clashes from upstairs and, finally, after closing you make your way upstairs to your apartment, fearful of the mess that may await you.

You're pleasantly surprised to find the place is as you left it. The hole under your sofa has been expertly repaired, the plank of of plywood serving as a mis-matched replacement. Bucky rounds the corner from your bathroom cleaning a wrench with a rag and huffs in surprise when he sees you before breaking into a grin.

"You done for the day, Cupcake?"

You realise you've been staring and blink owlishly at him. "I - uh - yeah."

He points behind him to the bathroom, tossing the rag over his shoulder. Your pen is still tucked behind his ear, keeping hair from his face. Maybe you should let him borrow a hair tie.

You kick the thought to the curb as soon as it enters your head. You're not roommates. You're not friends. You're helping out... an extorter?

"You had a leaky faucet that was driving me nuts." He says nonchalantly. "And the water pressure in the shower's fixed too."

"I - well, thank you." You knew the bothersome faucet well, as well as the finicky water pressure. Bucky had just saved you at least a few hundred dollars instead of calling out a plumber. "You didn't have to."

"Eh, well," Bucky shrugs, giving you a boyish grin that made his eyes sparkle. "We'll call it even after I get us dinner."

"Dinner?" Your stomach growls on command. After re-opening you didn't get the chance to eat real food. "Please don't tell me you're going to cook again?"

Bucky chuckles and leans against the wall, making it harder for you to concentrate for some strange reason.

"Ha Ha, real funny doll. No, there's a great pizza place in town that delivers." He raises and eyebrow at you. "If you're okay with pizza?"

"Who isn't okay with pizza?" You challenge playfully and Bucky's grin widens.

"Good. I'll put an order in and shower." He heaves himself away from the wall. "I'll let you choose the movie again, but this time make sure it's good."

Bucky disappears into the bathroom and when you hear the water running, you're surprised to find your heart is fluttering wildly in your chest and you're smiling again.

Despite it not being a good sign in the slightest, you have to admit that Bucky's handiness has saved you money and his company isn't an entirely abhorrent experience. Plus, you're now getting free food.

Begrudgingly, you give Bucky a point his own tally; making you even.

You - One.

Bucky - One.

After enjoying a delicious pizza and a terrible movie you actually managed to watch this time, you'd both headed to your separate rooms to retire for the night relatively early. You were glad Bucky had chosen not to tease you about the sofa-sleep-cuddle situation; you'd think you'd combust if you spoke about it out loud but it played on your mind the entire night.

The following day, Tuesday, was an errand day. Which meant mostly shopping. You were prepping an itinerary on the sofa, comparing it to your stock list you took the morning before when Bucky emerged from the spare room. Despite being on an air mattress this time, Bucky looked even worse than the day before.

He wasn't just tired, he was zombified. No amount of caffeine could fix that.

"You sleep okay?" You ask, voice laced with concern. The last thing you needed was him to be grouchy.

Bucky shakes his head, brown hair falling in front of his face, before yawning loudly. "Just restless."

You hum disbelievingly but your mind flits to the cot in the club, to the sofa you're sat on and then finally to the air mattress. None of these were entirely comfortable.

"Sleep in my bed tonight." You offer with a soft smile. He definitely needed the sleep and a small comfort in this trying time.

Bucky seems to do a double take, tripping over his words. "Are you - you want - you're okay with that?"

You snort a laugh, confused but still trying to be a gracious host. "Why wouldn't I be?"

Bucky blinks and beams at you. "It - nothing."

You shake you're head with a smile. He really must be tired - his brain clearly isn't functioning properly. "Oh! I'm also going shopping today so if you want anything just text me."

"Alright. Thanks doll." Bucky smiles before padding to the bathroom. "I'll see you later?"

"Yep. I should be home around three."

The stores were busier than you'd anticipated and instead of being home at three like you'd wished, you were home around four-thirty.

You had, in fairness, taken a bit of a detour stopping at a department store to pick clothes up for Bucky.

Bucky had been wearing the same clothes for two days now and you had come to the sinking realisation that all of his clothes must have been at the club and he didn't think to buy himself anymore when he went out Monday. Besides, the last thing you needed was Bucky walking around naked while you washed his clothes.

No lights were on when you entered the apartment which was odd. No TV, no sound, merely the drip of the kitchen sink.

"Bucky?" You call, wandering into the living room and flicking a light on. Most of your groceries had been packed away downstairs in the bigger fridges but you'd brought the new clothes and the more immediate-use groceries upstairs in carrier bags. You dumped all but the clothes-bag next to the kitchen counter and wandered to the rooms.

"Hey, I'm back."

You wonder if Bucky is napping or if he'd gone out since the shower wasn't running, but there's no light from anyone of the rooms.

With a hapless shrug, you open the door to your bedroom, flooding it with the warm light of your living room, only to be greeted with Bucky smirking over at you, lying on his his side looking so very damn seductive it should be a crime.

"Making me wait all day for this," he purrs. "You're cruel, Cupcake."

You stagger back with a shriek and cover your face, dropping the bag of clothes at your feet. You can feel the burn of a blush scald your palms. Bucky was in your bed. Naked. His bare, beautiful ass on your bedsheets.

"Ohmygod!" You breathe, but his image has already been burned into your retinas.

"I haven't even done anything yet, Cupcake." Bucky teases smugly and you can see him move to flex his abs between your fingers. "Why don't you come over here an-"

"You pervert!" You shrill, kicking the bag over to him. "Why would I- you- urgh!"

"Pervert? I-" Bucky's cheeks burn bright when he opens the bag to find new pyjamas, jeans, shirts, boxers and socks neatly folded inside it. "Oh."

"Oh?" You squeak, glaring at him. "OH?!"

Bucky looks up at you with wide eyes, looking incredibly sheepish. "This morning you said I could sleep in here tonight."

Your eyes bulge at him. "And I would take the air mattress?"

Silence falls as you both stare at each other; realisation of what you had meant turning Bucky's face into a tomato. You don't like how the air thick and stuffy, nor do you like how your eyes are desperate to look down at his bare torso or study the tattoos on his left arm.

Would it be so bad? He's been a perfect guest, he's attractive and those abs - no.

No.

No no no no no.

After a few more moments of staring, and worrying another organ that wasn't your brain was about to make a terrible decision, you turn on your heel and walk briskly from the room, slamming it shut behind you.

"Goodnight Bucky." You squeak out and you can hear the creaking of springs from your mattress as Bucky shifts and your face heats up even more as images of what could have been appear in your mind's eye.

No!

"Doll, wait-" You can hear Bucky scrambling, feet hopping around your bedroom floor as you sprint to the sofa. "Hey!"

Bucky emerges from your room clad in a new pair of boxers following after you. The boxers are tight in all of the wrong places and you look to the cieling hoping some higher power will smite you on the spot.

"I didn't know!" Bucky's face burns red with a thousand suns. "I thought we'd -"

"Don't finish that sentence." You shriek desperately. He can't put it into words. Not now. Not ever.

"I- I thought...." Bucky stammers and swallows thickly. Then he looks at his feet with a small shrug.

"Uh, is this a good time?"

Both you and Bucky's heads whip around to see Steve standing in your doorway. He's smiling and rosy-cheeked, obviously trying to contain his laughter.

"How the hell did you get in?" You snap and Steve, still smiling, shrugs.

"Door was open." Before you can argue with him, Steve gestures between you and Bucky. "Chris and Curtis think they may have found something. Am I interrupting?"

You clamp your mouth shut and glower at Steve, embarassment overpowering you as you storm to the bathroom. "No, you're not! Take him! I'm having a shower."

You slam the door and turn on the shower, your heart hammering so hard you're sure it thuds against the door. You can still hear Bucky and Steve over the water.

"Don't you dare tell Sam about this." Bucky growls.

"Oh, I am so telling Sam about this." Steve laughs back and you can hear hushed muttering and Bucky padding back to your room. After a few minutes, you hear Steve laughing again and you bury your face in your. However, when you glance to the mirror, you can see that you're smiling despite the embarassment.

The whole thing was pretty funny if you thought about it hard enough.

Although, you'd almost let yourself be tempted by Bucky and that was dangerous, in the grand scheme of things, Bucky was ultimately more embarassed than you, so that was a point in your favour.

You - Two

Bucky - One.

Moments later the front door closes as Steve and Bucky disappear into the night.

The door slams open hours later, startling you from a light slumber. You'd been watching trashy TV, unable to settle once Bucky had left. The longer the hours dragged the more worried you became and the more frustrated.

Frustrated that Bucky made you worry about him.

You jump to your feet seeing a figure half slumping in your doorway and in the dim flicker of the TV, periwinkle blue eyes with flecks of misted green meet yours and you rush over to Bucky.

You smack on the light switch and Bucky winces at the sudden blinding light. His left eye is red and swollen, ready to bruise to a plum over the next few days. There's a cut to his right cheek, his lip is split and bloody and there's blood seeping between his fingers that are clutching his right bicep.

"What the fuck happened to you?" You yell

"Good evening to you too, doll." Bucky groans, shuffling his feet inside your apartment. Your face glowers up at him from his armpit as you wrap your arm around his waist and take his left arm in the other to hurriedly guide him to your sofa.

He collapses onto it with an "oomph" and much to his surprise, and yours, you begin to focus your attention to his injuries. It's like a switch has flipped - you're concern for the injured trumping your alleged hatred. Your mind races with what you can see. Swollen eye. Cuts. Stab wound.

"Keep pressure on your arm. I'll be back." You order, flying past your door and locking it before heading to your bathroom sink and ripping out its contents like a wild animal. You wade through plasters to find a long-lost surture kit and a tiny first aid bag before sprinting back to Bucky.

Bucky's breathing is laboured, teeth gritted in pain as you settle on the floor beside him, pillow under your knees for a small comfort while you try to remember your first aid training.

Blood supply. You needed to slow the blood flow.

You don't even ask permission as you begin to remove Bucky's belt. Bucky's eyebrows shoot up into his hair.

"Woah, if I knew getting stabbed would have you this feral, I would've-"

"Shut up." You hiss at him angrily as the belt slithers free from the loops. You wrap the belt tightly around his shoulder, just above the entry wound, and pull it tight. Despite Bucky's curse of pain, the wound pulses under the strain and the skin surrounding slowly goes white as blood slowly stops flowing as fast.

You're quick but clumsy, ripping open a sterile antiseptic wipe and cleaning around the wound so you could see it without blood getting in the way.

"Have you ever done this before?" Bucky asks as you toss the wipe in favour of a new one.

"Nope." You reply, eyes not leaving the wound. Bucky growls as you drag the wipe over the wound finally, and can see what damage has been done. "Talk to me about tonight. What happened?"

Bucky braces as you wipe at some congealed blood gently, inspecting further, but begins to rattle off the events of the night. He and Steve had managed to find a lead that led to a bar on the outskirts of town but when they had got there it was empty. However, upon leaving they'd been ambushed in a brawl.

"Came outta nowhere." Bucky huffed. "Luckily, Alexei and Sam had disobeyed orders to follow us so they were outnumbered. But not before I got this souvenir."

You glance up and see he's looking down at you, trying for a smile with his bloddy split lip. "But you shoulda seen the other guy."

"You're lucky it's only a few centimeters deep and not serious." You huff with a frown, releasing the skin in favour of a third wipe. "I'm glad Alexei and Sam were there too. I like that you all look out for one another."

"They're family. Family takes care of eachother." Bucky grunts before hissing as you drag an antiseptic wipe over the cut again.

"By extorting people and not getting a real job?" You snap, raising a challenging eyebrow at Bucky, who only grins back, infuriating you further as you work on his arm.

"I guess you could say that." Bucky half shrugs. "I could see why an outsider like you would think that."

"An outsider?" You press, anger brewing as you inspect the now-clean cut. Bucky winces when you pry it open slightly, double-checking for any debris that may have lodged itself in his flesh. "Oh please elaborate."

"Everyone in Briarridge pays the fee - if you haven't noticed, the police around here don't do much." Bucky huffs hair from his face. "We are the law. This place used to be decrepit. A festering pit for illegal activity. We had to do something. I had to do something."

"So you're a hero?" You scoff, opening the suture kit. "Some hero. If the people of Briarridge are so thankful, why did one of them stab you in the arm?"

"I said everyone pays, not that everyone is happy about it." Bucky sighs, bracing as you push the threaded needle through his arm. "We still have enemies."

"That narrows the list of suspects." You grit out, all of your focus on haphazardly stitching the wound together. Bucky's bicep twitches, his jaw sets from the pain but he refuses to make a sound. When you're done, you tie and snip the thread, sitting back to wipe away the sweat on your brow with the back of your hand.

"At least they didn't get my tattoo arm." Bucky jokes.

You glare at Bucky's playful expression and you're sure that when you sigh through your nose, smoke billows out. Irritating. Smug. Asshole.

Yet, the corner of your lips still curl upwards.

"Asshole." You mutter, getting to your feet. "Stay there I'm not done with you."

"I think I like you being my nurse, doll." Bucky calls to you as you pad to the bathroom. "You're a lot gentler than Steve is. That punk damn near gave me sepsis last time he fixed me up."

You chuckle to yourself as you grab the petroleum jelly and a large bandage from the bathroom cupboard stepping over your earlier mess, imagining Steve's giant, grubby pastry-crumbed hands trying to fix Bucky up. You wash your hands quickly and try to hide the blush that graces your cheeks at Bucky's compliment before you step back into the living room.

You sit back down next to him, crossing one leg underneath you and popping the lid of the jelly. Taking a dollop onto your fingers, you drag it over the fresh stitches you placed.

"What are you doing?" Bucky whispers, watching your fingers cover the wound in the cool jelly.

"This will keep dust out," you tell him, wiping your fingers onto your pyjama bottoms. "Help it heal over instead of clotting. Hopefully, you won't have much of a scar but you should still see a real nurse."

There's a loud pop as you open the bandage packet and begin to unravel it.

"How did you know to do that?"

"I've worked in more than one kitchen," you glance up at him with a sarcastic smile. "First aid is important."

Bucky nods and swallows, moving his arm outwards slightly when you tap it, allowing you to wrap the bandage around his thick bicep with ease. Even if you were adding a bow a little smugly.

"Thank you." Bucky says after a few moments, staring at his arm, then at you, eyes brimming with sincerity. "For everything."

The suddeness and sincerity of Bucky's words have you doing a double take and you roll an awkward shrug. "It's no problem."

"You're something else, you know that?" Bucky murmurs, leaning closer. "You're tougher than you look."

To your inner most horror, you start to lean in too, mesmerised by those blue eyes that are full of playful sincerity and plump lips that are just begging to be kissed.

"You're an asshole." You murmur back, but there's no venom behind it.

"I don't doubt it." Bucky chuckles lowly. "But you like it - if you didn't, you wouldn't have offered to let me stay."

You didn't like the accusation - the call out - and open your mouth to protest but Bucky continues.

"And," His breath is warm against your lips as he crowds you, his tattooed hand cradling your face; not to stop you from pulling away, but holding you suspended in place. "If you didn't like me just a little, you wouldn't have picked my bike to ride on. Picked me to cling to for a day."

All the air in your lungs has dissipated. You don't pull away, you're speechless, voiceless; lost in a moment. But Bucky has tethered you, he is a lifeline, and with a gentle caress of his thumb you breathe again.

"Well, Cupcake?" Bucky presses, eyes boring into yours. "Cat got that whip-smart tongue of yours?"

You blink and try to think of an ample excuse, a quip, anything but Bucky. But there's nothing and you knew there would be. Since moving to this town and meeting him, he'd consumed your thoughts, your dreams, every waking moment. You had tried to scheme, to plot, to ploy and yet all you had done was deny the inevitable. You'd tried to fight it. But goddammit, he was infuriatingly sexy and he knew it.

Knowing when you'd been beat was a lesson that most people learned lying down, and you were no exception. When Bucky had no answer, an answer in and of itself, he'd pressed his lips against yours.

His hand moved into your hair; a warm comfort against your scalp, urging you further towards him. He was gentle, unlike how you'd imagined (or pretended you didn't) over the last few weeks, his lips his lips slowly moving against yours like he was preparing you for ruin, despite the fact you were melting like butter in a hot pan to his touch.

You'd argue that he caught you off guard. You hadn't expected an attack of passion at all. An unplanned attack that, even if you gave yourself a point for fixing him up, you remained even.

You - Two.

Bucky - Two.

Chapter 4 - END

A/N: ohoho it seems the enemies have become lovers 😏

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No no no but you really so right about Susan and Barney. Kate and Clint are chaotic gremlins who annoys their older siblings so freaking much. AND THEY BOTH HAVE A COMPLICATE RELATIONSHIP WITH OLDER SIBLINGS AND HAVE DADDY ISSUES. They are too much alike, they are genuinely platonic soulmates lool. And also both Barney and Susan are trying to mend their relationship with their siblings because they both had shity relationship with them because of hero bullshit and it's just,,, I CAN'T. They are so different, yet they have so much in common 💀

"definitely agree that his town from mcu would do some old fashioned threatening of the local newspaper if they ran anything mean

maybe they do that and that's when May goes "hmm, lemme call her up and have a chat" and then they become friends."

OH MY GOD, IT'S AMAZING IDEA. I can't---. You have too big brain, oh my goddddddddd. So at least we know how this group was formed. I have no idea yet how Becca, Barney and Susan joined because I've been thinking about it for a few days (btw I've had such a tough days at work and I haven't had the energy to check tumblr so that's why I answer it now haha kill me) but I had nothing in mind. Yet at least,,,,

I know Sarah and May would definitely get along. I'm sure that if May came to visit Sarah sometimes, she would bring baked cookies for Sarah's children. Their friendship would be very sweet. Add Becca and we have three tired women talking about their children with tea and cookies.

The case with Cassie is wonderful, because I know they wouldn't be able to kick her out of the meeting. She came and said she was a new member and YOU CAN'T DO NOTHING ABOUT IT. Scott died when Cassie was at least 14 and Cassie was then a very wild teenager who nobody could stop at anything (even her mom, which Cassie despised her for a long time). It's actually funny to me that Cassie spends her free time with adults who are at least 30+ (not counting Susan, who I believe is 25+) while she is a rebellious teenager with no respect for adults. This is perfection, I need this dynamic. No one in this group has common sense (except Sarah).

"AND BECOMING SPECIFIC FRIENDS WITH BARNEY. HE ENDS UP ACCIDENTALLY REHABILITATING HIS IMAGE WITH THE OLD PEOPLE POPULATION OF BROOKLYN OR WHEREVER BECAUSE REBECCA FORCES HIM TO COME TO BINGO NIGHT. i need this immediately ahhhhhhhhhhhh"

OH MY FUCKING GOOOOOOD. HOLY SHIT???????? OH FUCK OH MY FHDSKFHDSHFGDHFUGHDUGHU. Bestie you destroyed me with this. You killed me brutally. This is a masterpiece, I don't even know what to write. It choked me. BARNEY HAS WHAT BUCKY WOULD ONLY DREAM. I totally see Barney making friends with the old folks. He could help them with random things (since he's still in good shape he can help move furniture in home or something) or he show them silly circus card tricks and they would give him recipes or juicy stories from their old days. And very slowly he would became a normal citizen and get a real redemption arc. Maybe in this AU his name would be cleaned by the government because he became a better man thanks to this group and Rebecca (because I have a theory about Barney being brainwashed in some way so #BarneyIsInnocent. Maybe one day I'll made a post about it)

By the way, since it is shown that in All New Hawkeye, Barney probably started dating Simone (from Hawkeye vol 4), I can imagine that Sarah's children and Simone's children know each other since both Barney and Sarah are in the same group. Maybe Barney comes with boys to meetings when Simone is at work or something. MAYBE THEY KNOW BECCA'S GRANDKIDS TOO. That would be adorable. The kids play in the yard while the adults discuss how to ruin some newspaper editor's life *chef kiss*.

One day maybe we'll come up with a name for this group haha.

So first of all you’re like permanently associated with Barney Barton in my brain now so just FYI on that lol

and you reblogged the Aunt May thing and that got me thinking like could you imagine just each family member of a superhero going absolutely FERAL in their own unique way about how their superhero family member gets treated by the public or the press or whatever??

and then they make a little support group to trade ideas and tips and commiserate cause like “relative of a superhero” is a tragically small group lol we’ve got what, May, Barney, Hope Lang (who would absolutely organize a school walkout for her dad at the age of like 8 lol) and maybe Sam Wilson’s family?

and they name the group something super sappy that none of them take credit for but secretly they all love it lol

BESTIE, you won't believe how HARD it was to write this post. At first because of my exams, but then my internet stopped working at least five times during writing this and I lost my progress. I swear, this post is cursed 💀 I'M SO SORRY FOR MAKING YOU WAIT. Everything was against me, I swear. I hate tumblr. Also I didn't proof read this because I was too close to strangle someone so bon appetit.

(We're talking about this reblog)

Okay, but let's forget about my misery. And instead let's start with the fact that this is the best compliment I've ever heard in my life. Being associated with this stupid pathetic man is amazing and I am very happy about it 💕 Maybe when I get my shit together I would write something more about him.

But anyway, YOU HAVE AN AMAZING MIND. Want to kiss you so much, this is so incredible. This idea of a support group of superhero's family members is perfect. I will definitely write more posts about it because you opened my mind and I have too many ideas with it right now. I know something like that already existed in comics but I don't remember them trying to fix heroes' images and they were more like a therapy group if I remember correctly.

WE NEED ALSO ADD KATE'S SISTER TO THIS GROUP. After what happened in Hawkeye: Kate Bishop (2021) I am pretty sure Susan would join them. Maybe not immediately because let's be real, she and Kate really had shitty relationship before the Hawkeye (2021) and after all, for a long time she did not even wanted to accept Kate being a hero lol (she literally ended their relationship because of that). Love to imagine that after what happened in Hawkeye (2021) she decided to "Okay. I'll try to being more supportive. Let's fix her shitty image in media" but then she realized how shitty Kate's reputation is and got mad. She's rich lady, I am pretty sure she would try to bribe people to stop talking shit about Kate.

I need her interact with Barney SO BADLY. They always seemed too much alike to me because they both had to grow up faster because of their stupid fathers (I have even post about it in my drafts, maybe I will public it when I wouldn't be too shy) and I'm just so hopeless about POTENTIAL with their friendship. Just older siblings of Hawkeyes who has enough of their little siblings bullshit but also has enough with media bullshit.

And I'm sure they would be TERRIBLE at fixing their sibling's image in the beginning. She would want bribe and he would want to blackmail or intimate (read: beat the shit of people). Even if they tried to solve this normally like May do, it probably wouldn't work well and they would go back to their old ways. Unknowingly more damaging to their siblings' reputation because they're idiots. Because no, bribing and blackmail the press wouldn't help change anything.

They're like those awkward parents who want to support you, but they do it in the worst possible way, embarrassing you in front of others and making you look like a loser. And Susan is the most awkward because she understands absolutely NOTHING about being a superhero. Barney know some things because y'know, he was a"""villain""" (he was so terrible in this to even call him a villain) and had his weird adventure with trying to kill Clint because of Zemo, then Thunderbolts and Dark Avengers with travelling across the multiverse etc. You know the deal. But Susan? Yeah, she helped her sister in Hawkeye (2021) but it was something not normal for her, like she said in #5 issue.

Anyway, Susan would most likely try to pay press to stop talking bad things about Kate but I'm pretty sure it would end badly anyway. I don't really see her writing to magazines, even if she did, she would probably prefer to call editors directly or even invited them for coffee or something like that. She would do it in the most "professional" way.

I can see Sarah being also feral about people talking shit about Sam but I know she would try to fix it in May way. Ya know, writing letters to magazines, giving bad reviews etc. But I know Sarah would send her neighbors and family friends to help her as well. Unfortunately, I didn't read a lot of comics with Sam so I don't know Sarah's personality or Sam's background well, so I can't talk a lot about Sarah. But based on Sarah's reaction when the newspaper wrote article about Sam's "shady past":

Barney however... Let's start with why I think he would be violent. While I like to think that he would try get a redemption after the shit what happened to him when Zemo got his hands on him, he wouldn't be able to live as normal citizen. Since he is still a wanting criminal and public will always connect him with people like Osborn no matter what he would do. So I know he wouldn't try hard to change his usual ways to fix problems since he'll be always see as a criminal. And we know how it works, why change your ways when people will always see you as bad guy? That's why I can see him using violent ways to help "improve" Clint's image. But I think he would try to it do in May way someday, because after all, he is just a tired guy who wants to have a peaceful life BUT we're talking about Barney, c'mon. Maybe he would try to find a balance, I can see him trying so hard to do it in peaceful way, maybe May or Sarah would help him in that lol. He would definitely subscribe to newspapers who wrote good articles about Clint (and if they also has a good crosswords) but he would be (almost) the most casual one in this group. Yeah, sometimes he would beat some random journalist but I like to imagine him joining this group more to find more non-villains friends and try to learn how to support his brother. It's just a weird type of therapy for him.

(Captain America (1968) #276)

... we can say that the way how public perceives Sam definitely affects her emotionally. So if there was ever a situation where suddenly a lot of the press started talking badly about her brother, she would definitely want to do something about it.

I like to imagine that the community where Sam is from (at least the one in the MCU) would definitely be pissed at the media's stupid talk about their Sammy. I'm not even sorry, but they would be his the biggest supporters. I think the media should be afraid to talk badly about Sam because I'm sure Sam's friends/neighbours would destroy them lol.

While Scott's daughter, Cassie is a superhero herself, I honestly think she'd love to join that group anyway. And like you say, Cassie definitely organized a school walkout for her father when she was a little kiddo. She loves her father and we know it make her furious when people call him a criminal.

I can also imagine that Sarah would be the one who started this group. However, I see May more as a "leader" than Sarah, mainly because she treats it more seriously (and I bet she call them "heroes who fight with press" or something like that). But maybe Sarah and May could run it together somehow. Honestly, there's definitely no official leader here, but since Sarah and May would take it the most seriously, they'd probably be the ones leading the group in a way.

(Young Avengers Special Vol 1 #1)

She would probably argue so hard on the internet with assholes insulting her dad, especially after his death. I imagine one day she suddenly popped at Sarah's house where the meetings take place and just like she did with the Young Avengers, announced that from now on she will be part of their group 💀.

My girl just wants to have other people around her who understand how hard it is when their loved ones are treated like a shit by the public. Let her be. Cassie has always been the kind of person to me who didn't care what other people thought about her, ya know? But at he same time when someone suddenly started talking bad about her dad or her friends, she suddenly became aggressive.

As I began to wonder, why don't we add Bucky's sister to the group? Honestly, I think it would be funny. Especially considering what's been going on with Bucky in the comics lately. Poor Becca trying to fix Bucky's image in the media, which is impossible because sometimes I think Bucky's secret hobby is to ruin his reputation as much as possible lmao.

I see her joining this group after her father's death, because Scott, despite sacrificing his life, was still judged by society because of his past. Which isn't fair since Scott turned back to crime to earn money to pay for his daughter's treatment while she was sick. And he actually became Antman to save her. Cassie is one of my favorite female characters, even though she annoys me more often because some authors write her too childishly, but she still has her charm. She's my girl trying her best.

Rebecca is an old woman, ya know, her children live their own lives, her grandchildren do too, maybe we'll kill her husband in this au, so she's also a widow. So it shouldn't be surprise if she started doing it partly out of boredom and partly to get closer to her stupid brother. To her, this whole group would be such a fun hobby, better than playing bingo 💀

I like to imagine she likes to buy gossip magazines, highlights the negative articles about her brother while doing her normal activities, like I don't know, going to church or taking care of her grandchildren. And if she sees an article about someone else, she sends it to the other members of group. While May would take this whole thing seriously, Becca would take it more as fun. BECAUSE HER EFFORTS ARE IN VAIN ANYWAY. SHE WOULDN'T NEVER BE ABLE TO FIX BUCKY'S IMAGE. The media will always talk badly about him because this guy has no intention of acting like a decent citizen. She would fight with the press and lose every time. And even if one (1) newspaper wrote something good about him, suddenly there would be four more newspapers writing the worst things about Bucky.

"and they name the group something super sappy that none of them take credit for but secretly they all love it lol" tbh I tried SO HARD to imagine what name would be, BUT I'M SO UNCREATIVE. But I love this concept. I see Clint making fun of Barney because of that lmaoo. But at the same time, Clint would be happy because it means HIS BROTHER IS CARING ABOUT HIM. Clint has such low expectations of his brother, he'll accept ANYTHING AT THIS POINT.

(This gave me an idea for a winterhawk fanfic where Becca and Barney knew each other from this group and Becca suddenly tries to get even closer to Barney because "our brothers are dating, WE'LL BE FAMILY SOON, WE SHOULD SPEND MORE TIME TOGETHER". Imagine one day Bucky finally visits his sister and finds Barney and Becca (and maybe the rest of the group) playing bingo or crosswords together. And Buck is "YOU KNOW EACH OTHER???" and Becca would be "Oh yes. He keeps me company, unlike SOMEBODY WHO WON'T EVEN ANSWER MY CALLS".)

I'm sure Susan would be against such a sappy name for a very long time because she's a SERIOUS businesswoman and she takes this whole group SERIOUSLY. But I know she would love it after some time, she has such a vibe of corny mom.

Cassie would think this name is super non-cool and try to find better name but her names would be WORSE. I'm so sorry Cassie, but you're sometimes personification of embarrassment.

Somehow it's funny to me that everyone here has a slightly different approach to this whole group. It could be the perfect idea for some fanfic series, because their dynamic would definitely be chaotic.

Barney Barton: Joined because he wanted to make friends fix his relationship with Clint and to do something good with his life. His ways are brutal (and illegal), but maybe in the future he will change it.

May Parker: Takes it very very seriously. She's also the most supportive of other members and most likely will give you the best advice.

Sarah Wilson: Also takes it seriously but not in the extreme way as May. She has "army" of neighbors and friends who are always happy to help her with "fixing" Sam's image.

Susan Bishop: She wants to support her sister and show that she accepts her as a superhero now. She treats it like a job and she prefer to call/invite editors directly for a talk or try to bribe them.

Cassie Lang: The most aggressive of them all. I would call her a combination of May and Barney tbh. Mostly probably arguing on forums or elsewhere on the internet.

Rebbeca Proctor: She treats it as a hobby and a nice way to spend time. She knows her efforts are in vain so she's here just for the ride.

Anyway, that's my thoughts about this concept! Thanks again for ask it was such fun to think about it! 💕💕 I'm again very sorry for a long wait, I swear it wouldn't happen again. I'll probably make another post if I come up with something else with this concept lool.

[dreamsmp-au-ideas]

Gremlins in the MCU au where Bucky and Tubbo bond over never being seen as someone without the blond idiot they're attached to

They also compare trauma of being used in wars and they just bond over how fucked they are

I feel like Bucky and Tubbo as friends could be absolute chaos

Also can I be the otter anon

Bc look at how cute this emoji is 🦦

Tubbo, typing frantically on a computer (apparently this world has something called 'phones' instead of communicators? And they're touchscreen? Tubbo does not get them At All): "How Much Is The Acceptable Amount Of Trauma Bonding"

[stxphxn-strange]

Tony, asleep at 4am:

Villain!Stephen, sitting on his bed and eating coconut shrimp: when are we as a society going to stop romanticizing serial killers and start romanticizing art heists? There is no crime sexier than an art crime try to convince me otherwise. You won’t.

Tony, now wide awake: i feel like I’ve asked this before, but what are you doing here?

[mamamittens]

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quick and dirty banner, lmao, but it does the job. In theory, this will provide a guide and links to all the different major posts I've made and some rules/info about myself! If hyperlinks don't work, let me know. I don't exactly do these often.

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convoluted superheroes but make it disaster lineage au, some thoughts on their origin stories and how they would become a team: 

“caroline shouldn’t you be writing or reading for your irish lit class” 

“yes but i had a thought” 

no, this isn’t necessarily a marvel au because i feel like crossing.......the mcu and star wars, which are already big franchises, just messes with my head? plus,,,,the mcu just has such distinct character archetypes that i can’t really fit neatly with the clone wars, so here’s just a super convoluted au that could honestly just work as an entirely different story on its own and probably only has enough in common with tcw by like,,,,a thread, but ANYWAYS I AM HERE WITH MORE THOUGHTS OF AN AU AND YOU JUST HAVE TO SUFFER WITH ME!

okay, so anakin’s story is kinda bizarre: 

i mean, he’s the chosen one in star wars and all that with all these freaky far-reaching abilities with the force so i’m not gonna take that away from him--so idk in this universe i’m just gonna say that he’s gonna be like....a mimic. i feel like he would be the kind of person who just steps into a room and absorbs / can mimic the abilities of any other powered human in the room, only like,,,amplify it. he’s tricky to catch because of that, because no one knows what power he might absorb next. 

but i feel like while anakin can certainly show off with this, i think he’ll also at least attempt to be a little private about this? (lmao we know he’s gonna fail though, because  ily anakin  but you’re the worst at keeping secrets). i feel like he would compensate for all the fancy gadgets + stuff, or sometimes just swing into rooms and be like “anyways guys i came up with a new thing” and everyone always stares at him because for some reason, everyone forgets that anakin skywalker is, in fact, a genius who doesn’t necessarily need his powers to be extraordinarily powerful. there’s more to him than just his weird powers, you guys. 

right, so obi-wan: 

every superhero team needs the wise intellectual, and i feel like obi-wan will always be that one person. i feel like his powers would have to complement anakin’s rather well though, since they’re,,,y’know. the team. oh wait shit-- 

okay okay okay (sorry, this is me really just kinda liveblogging my stream of consciousness), but like?? if anakin can amplify powers, i think of obi-wan being the one to muffle them. like, i feel like just touching someone and suddenly boom, no more powers. you’re now forced to fight obi-wan on even ground (lmao). obi-wan doesn’t necessarily absorb the powers like himself, he just...knows how to quiet them enough so that for the next little while, the opponent is absolutely useless. 

i feel like a lot of people wind up underestimating obi-wan that way,,,at first. everyone makes that mistake, but then everyone realizes that oh yeah, anakin skywalker? dangerous dude. but obi-wan kenobi? if you don’t catch where you’re looking, you could very well end up dead if he wanted. 

our feral gremlin ahsoka: 

well, every team needs the youngster who everyone on the team loves, right? idk maybe it’s because of the togruta biology and something about togruta being more balanced than like,,,humans that makes me want ahsoka to be the ultimate stealth person. when i say this, i mean like duh she’s got incredible balance, but i think it would be super cool if she was able to just like.........move through walls. no one ever sees her coming because first of all, she’s kinda small, but second of all,,,,again: you could just be chilling at your computer and suddenly there’s a short girl standing behind you because she just phased through the wall what the-- 

like most teenage superheroes, ahsoka def. seems kinda excited about being the superhero? also mildly exhausted. idk dude, you try doing calc homework and writing a history paper when you’re also trying to keep the world from being taken over by....robots or zombies or whatever. 

some other thoughts that i have but have yet to flesh out because i should probably actually get back to work now: 

rex also absolutely has superpowers, but don’t you dare call him a sidekick. idk why, but i kinda want rex to be one of those people who creates literal earthquakes, kind of like quake from agents of shield. 

cody’s sole superpower is putting up with all the bullshit the rest of the team has. he doesn’t really care he doesn’t have powers, and tbh, everyone’s mildly terrified of the day cody ever gets hit with a freak accident that might make him have powers. 

well, every superhero story needs some reporter of some kind, right? ceo of some big news company padme amidala, who occasionally talks to anakin skywalker and absolutely knows his secret identity within like 2 minutes. 

actually, i totally forgot about whether the superheroes in this world would have secret identities.

i’ve decided. they all have secret identities. 

anakin’s the disaster engineer research person. no one really takes him seriously at work because he’s so freakishly young, but joke’s on them, because he’s saved everyone from evil robots at least ten times now. 

obi-wan by default is always going to be the tired english professor. he knows anakin because anakin’s research facility is literally within the same radius of the university campus. 

ahsoka goes to the high school nearby the school. she absolutely did not mean to meet anakin and obi-wan and rex, but okay, she just saw the fire in the school library and someone had to pull the students out, so it had to be her, and she might have tried to pull obi-wan and anakin out before obi-wan accidentally muffled her powers and then anakin got her powers, and then they were all SCREECHING AT EACH OTHER BECAUSE 

“WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO” 

“I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING” 

“WAIT YOU HAVE POWERS?” 

“WAIT DO YOU?” 

“CAN WE DO THIS LATER???”