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absolutebl · 2 years

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This Week in BL - When Bad Gossip Happens to Good BL

Aug 2022 Wk 3

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying the most.

Ongoing Series - Thai

The Eclipse (Fri YT) Ep 2 of 15 - This is a great show and the leads are killer! Their conflict contrasted to moments of empathy contrasted to flirtation and then hints of genuine affection is nuanced and beautifully performed. I expected no less from this pair, but I’m delighted to see that they’re executing so well. This show has the sophistication and balance of something like Gifted, Not Me or Bad Buddy, which basically means this is the best we can expect from GMMTV. NeoLewis are also doing a better job than I expected. They aren’t my favorite pair. However Neo unexpectedly excels in a serious part. Finally, an actually deserved and appropriate pratfall moment. Very nice.

Vice Versa (Sat on YT) Ep 6 of 12 - Living together = fake out. Curse you GMMTV! Look, here’s the thing, flaws and all I pretty much spend this entire show smiling. I don’t mind being manipulated when we are all having so much fun with it. Is Tun/Puen super suss. Oh yes. Do I care? NOPE. *bats eyes in Jimmy nation*

21 Days Theory (Sun YT ) Ep 2 of 4? - X is def flirting in the “pulling pig tails” fashion. Also wooing his bf2b’s mum is very smart. (Why is BF2B not a 3rd gen Kpop group? I ask you.) Meanwhile Q & his friends are the new candidates for the “only one brain cell between them” club. Like Tine’s crew in 2g all over again.

THAI LIGUISTICS CORNER

X is older than Q. X uses pom/khun & rao +kap which is stiff, adult, and somewhat formal (and pom is age backwards for him and Q). Pom is oddly servile coming from an older kid.

Q jumps around a lot in response to this adult speech from a phi: pom/khun but also rao/nai + (a reluctant) kap, but never phi. (I don’t think I’ve ever heard a high school BL use nai this much.)

There was a conversation about formal speech and the end of ep 2. Q was telling X that he could use guu/mueng rather than rao|pom/khun. Q had been sort of attempting to match X’s formality by using nai as a more formal version of phi, and was struggling because, I think, it’s too grown up sounding. X declined guu/mueng, he finds them too rude to apply to someone he likes. X then offered to call Q just by his name (avoiding having to choose entirely), but I think Q finds that too intimate. But phi is still not discussed and Q goes back to rao/nai at the end. So honestly I’m really not sure what the hell is happening.

I rewatched all their interactions through 3 times and I’m still mostly mystified.

My Only 12% (Fri iQIYI) Ep 2 of 15 - Cake and Eiw’s relationship reminds me of a high school version of the friendship that’s central to the movie Big Eden. There’s a part of me that wants that to be where this narrative is going too. I’m not gonna say more, because everybody should watch Big Eden. Yes, it’s ultimately happy. However, if this narrative does choose to go with a more mature approach, then this show will ultimately be sad, as a BL. Regardless, SantaEarth are doing a really killer job with this set up. They couldn’t have chosen a better pair. Cake calling a Eiw a sheep when Eiw’s name essentially sounds to me like ewe is hilarious. I don’t think they’re being that clever, though.

Coffee Melody (Mon Viki) Ep 5 of 10 - I do love how tough Jean is - flame on, indeed. Plus his boyfriend 2B has magical pink hair. (Are they secretly a marvel superhero team?) This was another ep of a show where I didn’t care that the leads were apart, because that just meant more side dishes. It’s not bad, this show, it’s not good either, tho.

Love Mechanics (Sun WeTV) Ep 9 of 10 - Random new faen fatal in the 11th hour is annoying. And the boxing match is a dumb plot device. But the theme around food, family, affection, and acceptance was great. Mark is so good at flirting and Vee is so confused when that skill is targeting him. Someone give YinWar a better BL. Please?

Love in the Air (Thurs iQIYI) Ep 1 of 13 - Mame’s creature has indeed whipped me into a verbal frenzy. So yeah, that’s another dumpster fire trash watch happening. Come with me if you wanna BURN and smell bad. Good times. So what’s this show like? Terrible. Also entertaining and engaging and kinda hot. Like all good dumpster fires.

Unforgotten Night (Weds on GaGa) Ep 9 of 12 - I don’t have very much to say about this episode. I guess they are cute boyfriends? But do we want cute boyfriends from our mafia daddy? I ask you? TRASH WATCH IS HERE!

Check Out (Sat IQIYI) Ep 11 of 12 - Jumping back to high heat like we in 2021 ep 0 I see. Fine. Also: chalk one up for an uke bj (usually bjs are seme penance) thats 3 i think: Gen Y 2 (sort of, PokeTongue always strike me as verse), SCOY, and now Check Please Out.

My Secret Love (Sat YT) Ep 12fin - This drama suddenly got sensible and interesting in the finale after the time jump, and the reason for the split turned out to be a decent one. But frankly, that was just frustrating. Because I got a glimpse that this could’ve actually been, if not a GREAT show, at least a passable one. But they saved this for the last 2 eps? That’s just annoying. Another wedding makes me feel like this trope is becoming ubiquitous in Thai BL. Who knew Grey Rainbow would end up with us here? In the end, I can't really recommend this. There's much better Thai BL these days, and tons of it. DON’T BOTHER 6/10 Full review on MDL.

180 Degree Longitude Passes Through Us (Mon GaGa) Ep 1 of 8 - As others said this is a queer family drama not a BL. It’s fine but I don't like the lead character. He's a brat in the wrong way. Especially at 20 years old. It’s also a bit slow moving and oddly paced. I’m DNFing for now. Maybe I’ll watch it when it’s completed.

I gotta say iQIYI is really taking a stab at cornering this market and I’m not sure how I feel about it.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Minato Shouji Coin Laundry (Japan Weds GaGa) Ep 8 of 12 - So it finally came, the episode where Minato has to break Shin’s heart. It was more delicately handled than I thought it would be, and that did surprise me. It was wistfully sad rather than gut wrenching. I still loved it, of course. SQUEE WATCH ALONG

Takara-kun and Amagi-kun (Japan Thurs GaGa & Viki) 1 of 8 - GaGa’s subs are more poetic but Viki’s are more comprehensible, so I’m doing... BOTH. It’s cute. Amagi is an ADORABLE sunshine bean nugget but I’m not sold and his confession came out of nowhere. It’s maybe too high school? (GASP, did I just actually type that?) I did really like that we switched perspectives to Takara so soon in the series. Now we know their tortured pining is mutual. I like that, even if it means the whole rest of the show will be about miscommunication. “I like him so much that it feels stupid” is a killer line (GaGa’s version). Taraka is a seme who is scared of his own semeness. That said, this show is from the Mr. Unlucky and Senpai studio featuring Jpop idols, so I’m not expecting much. But I do love a high school setting and JBL has been killing it lately.

Papa & Daddy 2 (Mon GaGa) Ep 3 of 8 - I hate hate HATE the grandparents bloodline = have another child plot. It’s really upsetting to me in a visceral way. I didn’t even realize I had a trigger around this kind of bullshit. However, the gender plot-line is interesting. And, to no one’s surprise, I continue to have terrible 2nd lead syndrome.

Want to See You (Vietnam YT) Ep 13 - What happened? Did I miss it? Was last week the ending? Are they on hiatus? Is it a crowd funding tactic? Why tf MDL can’t list VBL is increasingly annoying.

In Case You Missed It

GaGa stepped up and will broadcast War of Y, if any of you want more PAIN in your lives.

GMMTV dropped Zero Photography to their YouTube, it’s a GL advert special featuring InkPa from Bad Buddy. It was cute and sweet. But that’s it.

Gossip

Apparently Jimmy (of JimmyTommy) has withdrawn from Middleman's Love and so they need to recast both leads. Bed Friends seems unaffected.

There are quite a few pairs that Cheewin could hand this too. Anyone wanna take bets? Who would we fantasy cast from his line up? (Cheewin uses his pairs in Y-Destiny, War of Y). Middleman’s Love requires and YOUNGER seme and an older but nerdy (or capable of being nerdy) uke for an office set romance about an intern pursuing his boss. So I think BillySeng and MaxNat are NOT right for this. Other options? Toru & First, KimCop (of course), BoomPeak if you wanted to dip into the well (and if they were up for it), PerthLay if they need bigger names.

More bad news, Korean BL Oh My Assistant probubly DOA. Read this.

Next Week Looks Like This:

Starting: Thai BLs What If & Work from Heart.

Ending: Love Mechanics and Check Out the series (thank fuck).

Still to come in August? About Youth (Taiwan), Ghost Host, Ghost House (Thai), Ai Long Nhai (Thai). I’m gathering data for September releases now, so if you have any you’re excited about, leave a comment.

I’m streamlining my systems to better keep track of BLs as they are announced and put into production, yes, there is a NEW spreadsheet as part of the DOOM (currently with 96 entries). Look, I never said this was easy. But now I can answer peeps when they ask me about upcoming stuff.

This week’s best moments?

Yeah I know it was a sad bit, but that’s why I liked it. Vice Versa needed a bit of a low point. But also...

How to catch a live husband 101.

Truth in BL, 21 Days Theory.

Epic eye rolling in Love in the Air. Also, accurate picture of me the whole time I was watching the first ep.

The shoe tie! A pretty rare trope in BL actually. Common in Kdramas. Of course, I like it because it’s always fun to see a seme kneel.

This was SO FUNNY. This is what the GMMTV boys excel at: snappy dialogue and great friendship groups. (The Eclipse)

I LOVE A boy who crush-sniffs another boy’s shirt.

The pining is strong with this one. (Takara & Amagi)

But then when he’s THAT CUTE, what can ya do?

(last week)

current earworm? P1Harmony’s Doom Du Doom

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wren-kitchens · 2 years

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past, present and future (with you)

WOO EMPIRES/DOUBLE LIFE FIC

the odds of me completing this entire thing are slim but for the time being imma try lmao

jimmy is frantically searching for string for a fishing rod when there’s a loud knock at his door. he grins, just knowing joel is gonna be there to launch him into the sky again and remembering the last time he tried.

he closes the chest and walks over to the door, but when he opens it he isn’t greeted with the regular sight of the god that is too tall to fit in his porch. instead, there’s a man with red eyes, blonde hair and a tail. definitely not joel.

the man looks slightly surprised when he sees jimmy. he notices that the man’s face is flushed with heat, so he’s probably not from around here.

“um, hi, sorry to bother you.” the man says, his tail swishing back and forth behind him. “but i heard that you found a giant fossil recently?”

“I did.” jimmy nods, slightly proud. “do you know pixlriffs?”

“yeah, he told me about it.” the man says. “I was wondering if you’d show me it?”

“‘course!” jimmy smiles, walking out of the doorway, closing his door behind him. “what’s your name?”

“i’m tango.” he says, following jimmy.

“i’m jimmy. nice to meet you.” jimmy says. “where are you from?”

“oh, nowhere around here.” tango says.

jimmy waits for him to elaborate, but he doesn’t so he leaves it.

“you’re an archeologist?” jimmy asks as they walk. it should be awkward, but somehow it’s not.

“not technically.” tango says. “it’s just interesting, you know? like, you never know what was happening here thousands of years ago. heck, this place could have been lush and green a thousand years ago.”

“I don’t reckon I could imagine this place as anything else.” jimmy says, looking around at the dry mountains of clay and sand that surrounds the town. “but yeah, you make a good point. I mean, this whole valley could have been a massive lake.”

tango nods enthusiastically, apparently pleased jimmy is interested. “yeah! like you could just find anything in here, buried in the sand.”

jimmy can’t help but smile. tango reminds jimmy of himself; often ignored or teased, so always happy when someone shares his interests.

“well, I mean, if you know anything about finding fossils.” jimmy shrugs, trying not to look like he cares too much (and probably failing based off tango’s excited expression). “you could come ‘round and show me how.”

tango grins. “that’d be awesome!”

jimmy feels his own face flush. well, it is a hot day. “c’mon, the mines are just this way.”

when they reach the fossil, tango is amazed by how authentic it is. (jimmy accidentally-on-purpose forgets to tell him that they had to replace the diamonds inside it).

“can you imagine how big of a creature this could have been?” tango’s face is so close to the glass, he has to wipe the condensation away with his sleeve. “if this was the size of the ribcage..” he trails off, apparently lost in thought.

jimmy doesn’t realise he’s staring until a rock falls from a ledge and he almost jumps out of his skin. he’s very thankful when tango doesn’t look up— he’s supposed to be the sheriff for crying out loud, a stone falling shouldn’t scare him that much.

“oh, hello.”

jimmy turns so fast he accidentally hits pixl with one of his wings.

“jesus, you scared me.” he says. “oh- sorry.” he notices he’s covered pix in yellow feathers.

“it’s fine.” pixl says, brushing the feathers off. “I scare a lot of people.”

“you are incredibly quiet.” jimmy puts a hand to his chest, feeling his heart racing. “what are you doing here?”

“well, i was visiting the fossil.” pixl says. “hey tango.” he adds.

“hi!” tango waves.

jimmy’s face heats up when he realises tango has seen the entire thing. he’s smiling in an amused way, but not it’s mocking. that’s good, right? he doesn’t want to ruin tango’s first impression of him.

“I can’t believe this is so exposed.” tango is saying to pixl. “it’s perfect for display already without excavation.”

“yeah, I mean we definitely struck lucky here.” pix agrees.

“and are all the diamonds naturally formed?” tango asks.

“they are.” pixl says. jimmy is incredibly relieved that he doesn’t tell tango what happened. “I think whatever creature this was might have had some kind of magic.”

“well, it’s a pretty magical world.” jimmy says, and the two turn to look at him. “we’ve got witches, we’ve got gods.”

pixl nods. “very true. you know, there’s evidence that there used to be ocean gods walking the earth. no one’s entirely sure how they died— from what we can infer, they were incredibly powerful.”

“ocean gods?” jimmy’s eyes widen. “how did you find out about them?”

“well, we think they existed.” pixl says, looking slightly surprised to have gotten jimmy’s full attention. “recently we’ve been finding some things washed up on the shore that look centuries old.”

“like what?” jimmy has to force himself not to jump when tango seemingly appears next to him. why is he so twitchy suddenly?

“so far we’ve found what seems to be prismarine from at least a millennia ago.” pixl says. “it doesn’t spawn naturally, and we know it’s not from a sea temple just by doing some tests.”

“so you’re saying that there could be remnants of a fallen kingdom in this world?” jimmy asks.

“more than one kingdom, we think.” pixl says. “we’ve found ancient carvings in the jungle, we’ve found preserved clothing in the swamp mud. heck, we’ve even found what we think are parts of statues right here in the mesa.”

“in the mesa?” jimmy says. “you mean, we could have statues from an ancient kingdom in the mesa?”

“it’s pretty likely.” pixl nods. “why, you interested?”

“am I!” jimmy exclaims.

“I can show you how to excavate things if you want.” tango says to him. “maybe I could come over in the next week?”

“that’d be amazing!” jimmy grins.

“does it matter what time?” tango asks.

“as long as it’s in daylight hours.” jimmy chuckles. “i’m gonna head back now, do you want me to show you the way out?”

tango nods. “i’ll stay here with pixl for a little longer, if that’s alright?”

“of course.” jimmy smiles. “i’ll see you around.” he waves and flies off.

#this is kinda bad but shhh we’re gonna pretend #endings are my least favourite #empires smp #empires season 2 #double life #double life ficlet #empires ficlet #rancher duo #team rancher #ranch duo

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cathumanthing2 · 11 months

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Roseblings Chatfic AU Chapter 5

(Tw: implied child abuse at the end)

magic bitches

3:44 pm

scary fish lady: hey jimmy that one tango dude just called

scary fish lady: Why'd you leave your phone anyways

pathetic fish man: oh my boyfriend called woo

tech wizard: excusemewhat

tech wizard: THAT thing got a boyfriend?

actual wizard: fWhip, be nice.

pathetic fish man: Heyyy :(

jungle bitch: jimmy doesnt have rizz he cant have a boyfriend

pathetic fish man: Yep I have a boyfriend, his name is Tango, hes awesome and he lives in hermit city

buff buff farmer: you do realize that that sounds awrully like the old excuse of, "oh they go to another school you wouldnt know them"

pathetic fish man: but I'm not lyinggg

pathetic fish man: Lizzie help you know im telling the truth

scary fish lady: no :)

glitter starboy: sorry but it sounds like ur lying ngl

pathetic fish man: guysss i swear im telling the truthhhh

father: Jimmy, I'm sorry to say this, but it does really sound like you're lying

hopeless romantics

3:58 pm

engineer salmon: i want to scream

engineer salmon: this is pain

Shroom: literally me all the time

elsa boi: fWhip…. I just realized who you like and

elsa boi: get a better taste in men. Please

simp for elves: scott you do know that xornoth told me all about your crush on jimmy last year

elsa boi: im gonna kill them-

elsa boi: but seriously fwhip why. Why. i thought you hated him

Shroom: …I JUST FIGURED IT OUT JUST FROM THAT

Shroom: fwhip. why.

simp for elves: fwhip you like HIM????

engineer salmon: I CANT CONTROL IT OK HES SO PATHETIC ITS SO CUTE-

Shroom: …hes gotten to the point where he thinks the patheticness is cute

Shroom: hes too far gone

elsa boi: best to let the sickness run its course hel cometo it eventualkly

simp for elves: still i cant believe you like jimmy

elsa boi: shh, joey, we're all too gay for this you fucking like my sibling

Shroom: fwhip if jimmy does like you back tho itll take like 6 monts for him to realize it and another 6 monts for him to make a move and by then itll have faded so gl

engineer salmon: kill me now

holders of the sacred braincell

4:02 pm

Queen of all Ducks: should we tell the truth or should we let them keep thinking jimmys lying

Water Cat: lets just wait till tango inevitably visits hermit city bcause that'll be funny

Sandman: As one of Tango and the others' "stalkers", as they call us, I can help nudge it along appropriately. Unless you want to, Pearl.

Queen of all Ducks: Yesssss meddling in others' relationshipssss

Magic Nerd: Ooh can I join?

Magic Nerd: Actually no I have too much work to finish i cant help

Queen of all Ducks: Cmon, whens the last time you had some fun Gem

Queen of all Ducks: Please join?

Magic Nerd: Sorry, but I seriously have too much work to finish to be doing fun things right now

Queen of all Ducks: fine

Gem set down her phone, eyes watering. It stung to have to turn down an invitation to do something fun with her friends, but she had to.

She glanced at the C she got on an essay she stayed up an entire night to finish, a reminder to work harder and do better work.

She wiped her tears away and began to type. No use in dwelling on past assignments that she failed miserably on.

(Her mind kept drifting to her parents' reaction to the bad grade, and she shuddered. It didn't help her focus at all.)

#roseblings #empires smp season 1 #empiresblr #empires smp #geminitay #fwhip #fwhimmy #fanfic #fanfiction #chat fic #roseblings chatfic au

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aimmyarrowshigh · 2 years

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as most of you know, my very patient father has been letting me make him watch the entire MCU with me for the last year or so. these are his opinions about his favorite and least favorite characters:

FAVORITES

hawkeye. "arrow guy. he's normal and a dad."

bruce banner. "the hulk seems like a nice man."

loki. "i like loki. i'm rooting for loki. this movie would have been better with loki in it [every time there is a movie without loki in it]."

ant-man. "he's funny and charming and handsome, and he's a dad."

steve. "he's a grade-a beefcake."

bucky. "was that bucky? bucky was there. he's mostly a bad guy but you said he's a good guy so i guess he's a good guy."

sam. "i like the flying captain america. his speech was important, and he doesn't like to kill people. he doesn't use guns."

peter parker. "i like spider-man. he's a friendly neighborhood spider-man and a nerd. what a fine actor. he reminds me of a young michael j. fox." [????? MY DAD HAS NEVER SEEN MICHAEL J. FOX IN ANYTHING????]

black panther. "this was actually a good movie. your mom really likes killmonger. she has a crush on him."

shang-chi. "i like him. he's a good guy, and he has spider-man energy. he's just a dude."

jimmy woo. "i like jimmy woo. why isn't he in more things? shouldn't the fbi be taking care of some of this terrorism and crime?"

kamala khan. "this was the best show besides loki. i like her spider-man energy, she was charming and it was appropriate for children."

LEAST FAVORITES

tony. "tony is based on my boss. i could have gotten one of the iron man suits back when they made the movie but you didn't like marvel yet, and i'm too short."

doctor strange. "he is too snarky. too much snark. there's no soul in that man."

rocket raccoon, specifically, of the guardians of the galaxy, whom as a whole he does not like. "i don't like that raccoon. that raccoon is too much of a curmudgeon."

thor. "this movie was really bad. i was rooting for loki."

moon knight. "i didn't like egyptface. dark sand. mirror man. what's he called? the sad man. the one you like. not bucky. llewyn davis. i never like him. except in star wars. but i don't like him in star wars as much as you do."

He has no opinion on anyone else because he cannot remember who they are to save his life. Before Infinity War I made him a 90-minute powerpoint presentation to remind him who everyone was and he still asked who everyone was when they showed up. when we saw love and thunder, he forgot who jane was between the end of the movie and the post-credits scene.

#marvel #**marvel

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bleuskais · 1 year

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Watching Ant Man and the Wasp Quantumania and

Spoilers ahead

Waiting for the movie to start and we got 2 DC trailers, 1 Transformers trailer and 1 Marvel trailer... They sure know who their target audience is

D'aww so glad Scott and Agent Jimmy Woo got their date

Suddenly Ryan & Mari?!

Scott picking Cassie up from jail reminds me of jojo stone ocean... Trust me... This thought will come back to bite me in the ass lol...

Suddenly tusken raiders?!

Wait... Why am I watching a star wars movie now?! This corporate synergy thing is going too far lolol

I see the Lang family secret technique is also Joestar's family secret technique Nigerundayo!!!

Honestly, the fact that there's so many bipedal non human species in the quantum realm is breaking my suspension of disbelief coz bipedal is such an inefficient form to exist in lol

My sweet boy veb is Dastmalchian?!

William Jackson Harper as a put upon telepath is inspired casting

Cassie meeting Jentorra for the first time and girl, same.

Oh that's right! He's in this too! I forgot about this and was pleasantly surprised lol

Oh god! MODOK... my eyes! 这也太辣眼了吧

Suddenly Attack on Titan?!

Giant Cassie & Giant Scott hugging is slightly undercut by how there aren't tiny people dodging them left & right to show how big they really are

Isn't their giant forms a bit too OP? Unlike last time when they had a time limit on Scott going Giant Man

ngl I snorted when Kang said something about the rebellion. Same Kang, same. This is just a rebel vs empire star wars movie reskinned as a marvel movie at this point

Remember to stay til the end as per standard marvel movie SOP. There's a mid credit and a post credit scene

I'm just glad there's no unnecessary kissing lol The Scott/Hope love story line is still the weakest link imo but I also always think romance plot is unnecessary so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Honestly it wasn't as bad as some reviews made it out to be! It was a fun romp

#marvel #ant man #quantumania #¤#it was a fun romp

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i-got-the-feels · 2 years

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reveal your watch & rewatch drama list!

thanks for tagging me gei, I love seeing how i lack self-control :p @snimeat

watching:

Extraordinary Atorney Woo (korean) - a show that shows a mental health disorder as it is, with its struggles, and the struggles worsened in a prejudiced society that doesnt provide enough support and makes it difficult to adapt and anyone thinks I won't watch it ? tbh i watched the show only after 4 episodes and people said that character's whole personality is not being the spectrum and at the same time enough research is done to portray it correctly

Big Mouth (korean) - lee jong suk drama + social message + the message being fuck the rich and powerful? you had me at lee jong suk, but the plot is soooo good.

Adamas (korean) - another jisung drama where he is a feral unhinged man with the softest heart battling childhood trauma BUT WAIT this time we have not one but TWO jisungs - because he plays twins.

Yumi's Cells 2 (korean) - this show helps me relax AND nerd out. idk if the writer has psychology background but reason and emotion cells being friends, anxiety cell randomly popping out, reason cell being first to wake up, multiple cells with opposite values speaking AT the same time on the same topic. LOVE THIS for me.

Cafe Minamdang (korean) - Seo In Guk is playing a fake shaman and conning the rich. The show and the gang's hijinks reminds me of lawless lawyer (korean) and psych (english) for the fake shaman part.

Vice Versa (thai) started it for jimmy and continuing it for the plot, cinematography. I LOVE how the episode titles are colours because our main character is a colorist.

My Secret Live (thai) - engineer dude + comm arts dude + fake dating because of college shenanigans - it is my switch brain off show. Please don't judge.

The Eclipse (thai) Listen I was already curious about the plot because even the trailer had the fuck the power vibes but finding its directed by someone who did indeed fuck the powerful and continues to do so with their work - long live director golf. I hope they execute it well- and i think they will because it someone such close experience with battling and questioning powerful system that is making the show- but even if it isnt well executed- i will continue to watch the show and support the director.

What We Do In The Shadows (english) - just ancient vampires and their vampire hijinks of living in a modern world. its tumblr shitposts come to life and i am so grateful.

starting soon:

Only murderers in this building- the plot has me curious (plus i got to know cara is there in it)

And probably give Gentleman Jack a try again-the ex was the reason I dropped so I guess I'll just skip the scenes with the ex.

kdrama that has aired long ago but only recently came on netflix or have been on my list for long but didnt find the time to watch it- top contenders - she will never know, youth of may, dr john, beauty inside

Little Women - i heard it's based on the novel? It's one of my favourite classics so yeah

If you wish upon me - I know it's gonna be hurt/comfort.

tagging some beloveds @milkpansa @wanderlust-in-my-soul @morathicain @boysbeloving @surajmukhis @liyazaki @omarandjohnny @ommited-miscellaneously @sereinartemishan @smittenskitten and anyone who wants to (I am sorry if I have forgotten anyone - I just finished work and my brain is wet cotton)

#Tag game #Yes #Love.

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laurenandloki · 3 years

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⚠️ Spoilers ahead ⚠️ for if you haven’t seen the first episode of the Loki Series!

I just want to start off by saying WOW. The first episode surpassed my expectations by a lot! I knew it was going to be amazing before I even watched it, but DANG YOU GUYS. The first episode really fed us well!

Holy heck though, the first episode made me cry for 2 whole hours!! The fact that 2012 Loki had to witness Frigga die, find out that Odin had loved him all along, and that Thor had him on this high pedestal and thought the greatest things of him right from the start all in one sitting, while also dealing with Mobius on his back the entire time asking him questions like, “Do you like hurting people?”, “Do you enjoy it?”, absolutely killed me.

Now don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love Mobius and how Owen Wilson portrays him! Just-...please give Loki a break. You got him so pissed off that he threw a chair across the room Mobius! It’s kinda hard to watch your entire future in front of your eyes and then process that it’s real. So please-...just give Loki a hug. That’s all he needed. And also, 2012 Loki was tortured by Thanos for an entire 6 months prior to the New York attack, which just ended not too long ago for him.

Not gonna lie, when Loki admitted that he doesn’t enjoy hurting people and that he has to so he can enforce fear upon others because he sees himself as weak, I lost it. I wanted to literally shove myself through the screen and hug him, wipe his tears away, and tell him that he’s loved and appreciated and that he always has been.

When the camera panned out and it showed Loki sitting there as he called himself a villain, I seriously wanted to zap myself into the show and hug him.

Okay here’s just a few of my favorite comedic scenes! Like many others, when my eyes were blessed with shirtless Loki, my goodness I was the happiest I’ve ever been. I know Loki was most likely scared and unsure of what was going to happen to him, the tone of his voice just said it all, I still loved loved loved this scene!

And don’t even get me started on the way Loki tilted his head as he was giving Hunter B-15 a front row seat to his mischievous ways.

And his adorable scrunched up face-....he is such a cutie pie!!

Oh and one more thing cause I’m about to start crying while thinking about Loki crying, anyone else have an indefinite love for Casey? Literally Loki and him were just adorable together. The whole, “What’s your name?” “Casey.” “Give me the teaseract or I’ll gut you like a fish Casey!” “...what’s a fish?” “Shhh! Wait, how do you not know what a fish is?!” That scene was just the right amount of wholesomeness that I needed to get by!

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cressida, your writing is impeccable! i’m truly in awe of False God. My favorite fic so far, i can’t wait to see where you take this beautiful story to, but wherever it is, i know it’ll be amazing. thank you for sharing your work with us 💘

False God | m.m. | 6

Matt Murdock x Avenger!reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Language. Use of a sex toy. P in V sex. Mild choking kink. Smut with a plot

Author’s Note: yall what the f u c k. You are all so sweet, and supportive and there’s now FIVE HUNDRED of you! Less than a month ago, I had like six followers! You have made my fucking DAY so please enjoy this. You deserve it.

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A couple days had passed and she thought she was home free. No one asked what happened; no one questioned her. She was good.

Until she wasn’t, and Jimmy with three agents showed up unannounced at her door.

“Traffic cameras caught an image of you jumping out of a van and colliding with the corner store,” Jimmy pointed out, turning the computer around to show her. He had been interrogating her for an hour now, threatening to lock her away.

She huffed in frustration. “I was kidnapped by HYDRA,” she repeated for the fourth time. “You think I willingly fell out of a car and fucked up my arms?” She held her bandaged arms up, glaring.

“You keep saying that but there’s no —“

“Agent Woo, we confirmed Pelegrín’s identity,” a new agent announced as they entered the room. “One of the guys was picked up by NYPD —confirmed the whole story.”

“See!”

Jimmy frowned deeply, standing now as the heard the news. The agent leaned in and whispered now, with Jimmy glancing at her every couple seconds. The tension in the room thickened, and the anxiety began to bubble up inside her as they exchanged looks between themselves and her.

“Loxias Crown was freed from prison this week,” Jimmy explained, voice low. “You’re going to have to find somewhere else —“

“What the fuck do you mean freed?” She demanded, standing as she slammed her hands against the table. She could accept him breaking out, escaping. But she wouldn’t —couldn’t accept someone freeing the son of a bitch. “He’s a goddamn HYDRA-Nazi piece of shit. He experimented on children that he kidnapped. How the ever living fuck has he been freed?”

Jimmy flinched back from her anger, but allowed her to yell at him. “He went up for parole; the courts allowed it due to good behavior,” Jimmy’s tone was sour though; he wasn’t thrilled either. “You’ll need a new place to finish out your house arrest. It’s not safe here.”

“She can stay with me,” Matt announced, entering the apartment. She perked up at the sound of his voice, trying not to grin at his ability to play off being a oblivious blind guy; after all, he had probably heard the whole conversation. “You’ll have to excuse me, I didn’t realize she had company —I’m used to just walking in.”

“You here as her lawyer or as her boyfriend?” Jimmy asked, brow raised.

“Little of both but mostly her boyfriend.”

Jimmy seemed hesitant, but her heart was racing; she was starting to think Matt’s faith in God was doing them favors. Not only did he call himself her boyfriend but he was offering to move her in. Besides the fact that a Nazi doctor was looking for her, today was starting to be a pretty good ass day.

“Not exactly how I thought you’d ask me to move in,” she teased.

“Well, it’s not everyday your girlfriend is threatened by Nazi scientists,” he reminded her, coming closer to the table. “It’s the safest place as of right now; she’s never been seen there since she’s been on house arrest.”

Jimmy nodded in agreement, but still seemed reluctant. “You understand you’re forfeiting your 4th amendment rights, if you do this? We have to be able come and go.”

Matt nodded, reaching over to put his hand on the small of her back gently. The touch sent a shiver up her spine, and only made her heart pound harder. If he did this for her, he was trapped like her. He could come and go freely, unlike her, but he would be watched. And that made his nightly activities that much harder. How could she let him do this? However, his hand running up her back softly was the reassurance she needed. He wanted this.

“I understand; I just want to keep her safe, Agent Woo.”

The agent looked between his colleagues, who seemed to be in agreement. “Pack a couple bags. Nothing excessive, nothing that seems like you’re moving. We need you to be conspicuous. We’ll take you to the FBI offices first to ensure we’re not being followed.”

“Can we have a moment alone, while she packs?” Matt asked, flashing a polite smile at the agents. They nodded, stepping outside. He turned to her once the door was shut. “Are you okay with this? You were nervous; I didn’t mean to —“

“You called me your girlfriend and are having me move in. Of course I’m fucking nervous!” But she was grinning, her voice laceded with excitement. She pulled on his tie gently, tugging him closer. “I just think you want to babysit me yourself, though.”

“They’re doing a terrible job, honestly.”

“It’ll make your night job harder.”

“I’ll get to come home to you every night though.”

“I don’t cook very well,” she continued, pulling him closer slowly.

“I can cook,” he countered, leaning in as she ran out of tie to pull on. His voice was low, against her ear now as he spoke, “There’s other things to eat anyway.”

His breath against her ear made her feel warm, and she felt her stomach flip. There was no help but grinning at the implication he laid out. But before she could respond, he pulled away and laid his tie flat against himself once more.

“You fucking tease,” she huffed, throwing her hands up.

“Go pack and I’ll make up for it when we’re home.”

The nervous heart racing picked up again as she repeated what he said over and over in her head.

When we’re home.

Her therapist would have a fucking field day with today’s events.

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“The only downside —for you, anyway—is the billboard outside at night,” he explained as he nodded towards the window.

His apartment was massive; a corner place with a ridiculous amount of space. The possibilities were almost endless as she counted all the places they could find themselves. She made a mental note to make a list to check off later. But even during the day, she could understand why the sign outside was a deal breaker. Honestly, she wanted to see how bad it was at night just to understand.

She had slipped off her shoes, padding across his hardwood floors with just her socks on, as she explored. It was the first time she’d been in his apartment, after all. This was a surreal moment for her; this was her home now. At least he until they broke up or he kicked her out (though she obviously didn’t want that to happen, it was a thought to prepare for). And, if she ever needed to use her powers, she needed to know every inch. But the truth was that she wanted to see what the space told her about Matt. He learned a lot from her space, so it was her turn to learn from his.

“That’s the bedroom,” he said as she poked her head into the room. It was very plain, though she supposed that made sense if he couldn’t see it. “There’s a bathroom in there as well.”

Suddenly he was close behind, ushering her into the room with her bags in hand. Her hands trailed over his sheets, taking a moment to appreciate how they felt.

“Silk?”

“Cotton feels like sandpaper against my skin,” he explained.

“What?” She turned to him, frowning deeply. “My sheets are cotton —you never mentioned —“

“It’s fine,” he reassured her, setting the bag on the bed. “Let’s get you unpacked and settled in, then we can decide what to do for dinner.”

She nodded, though she hadn’t forgotten about his comment from earlier. That there were other things he could eat. The thought alone was enough to make her wet, but she had to control herself just a little bit. Just until she was settled in enough. After all, they had just moved in together. That was a big step in a three month relationship.

Her other bag was still in the living room so she stepped out to grab it. When she returned, Matt was taking her clothes out of the bag on the bed. She came up from behind, peering over his shoulder for a moment before she stepped to his side and set her other bag down.

“I hang most of my clothes, so you can use the drawers until I can get extra hangers,” he offered.

She nodded some, pulling her various beauty items out of the bag in front of her. “That sounds good. Can I put this stuff in the bathroom while you do that?”

He nodded, giving her a smile. It didn’t take much thought to go set up the various hair and make up tools on the counter. She didn’t necessarily need to wear make up or do her hair anymore. Between having a blind boyfriend and being on house arrest, it didn’t really matter what she looked like. She had even mentioned getting rid of a lot of it. But her therapist reminded her that sometimes it was just for her; not for anyone else.

At some point while she was in there, Matt must have gone through the rest of her things. There was a smugness on his face as he sauntered into the bathroom, standing behind her with one hand on the counter —trapping her in on one side. She looked up at him through the mirror, giving him a funny look.

“You good there, handsome?” She asked, glancing at his other hand that was behind his back.

“You never mentioned anything about liking toys,” he teased, grinning as he held up a small, rather discrete looking vibrator. She turned red almost immediately as she went to turn to face him but he rested his other hand against the counter, keeping her in place.

“Listen, I used to go on long ass missions, and I wasn’t always dating someone and even if I was, like I said they would be crazy long missions—“

But he just laughed. “You’re cute when you’re flustered,” he offered, kissing below her ear gently. “I don’t care why you have it, I’m just wondering when we were gonna to use it.”

Her stomach knotted at the thought of him using her vibrator on her, and mixed with his promise of earlier, her mouth practically went dry. She finally turned, looking up at him. Matt pressed closer to her, moving to tilt her chin up towards him now so he could kiss her neck. His lips lingered there, relishing in the pulse that quickened from his touch.

Without warning, Matt lifted her onto the counter and kissed her hard. There was a need behind this kiss; more so than the ones they had shared before. Like he was a man starving, desperate for her. She was just as starved, though only god knew why. They’d spent the night together less than a day ago. But her hands tangled into his hair, biting at his lip to ask for more.

He had one hand on her thigh, holding her in place, while his other reached up to hold her throat. There was no pressure, not yet, but he held her close to keep her from pulling back as their kiss got more heated. The hand on her thigh disappeared for a moment before it returned, vibrator in hand as he coaxed her thighs further open for him. Briefly, both hands left their marks to unbutton her jeans and slide them down her legs, her panties being pulled away with them.

The sudden cold counter against her skin made her gasp, and Matt took advantage of her opened mouth to kiss her again. His hand returned to her throat as his tongue traced hers. The vibrator buzzed suddenly, being pressed against her inner thigh. She gasped again, surprised by it but she wasn’t sure why. She knew he what was going to do with it.

Matt parted her legs further, pressing the toy against her core. He left it on the lowest setting at first, keeping her still as he pulled his mouth from hers and started leaving sloppy kisses down her throat. His teeth grazed right above his hand, biting down and causing her to whine out. Her hand reached for his around her throat, squeezing it. It only egged him on as he grinned against her skin, pressing the toy into her folds, wetting it with the slick that was building.

“Matt, please,” she begged, grip tightening on his hand.

The vibrator traced its way up to her clit and she jolted as he changed the speed. Her head fell back as she closed her eyes. Matt circled the toy around her clit, changing it to the highest speed now. He made a movement that caused her to arch her back, crying out as she tried to keep herself from coming too soon. But then he pulled it away, pressing his forehead against hers.

“I want to see you come undone,” he ordered, voice low as he lifted her from the counter, carrying her back into the bedroom. Something about the way he said it made her heart lurch.

But she nodded frantically as he dropped her on the bed, and he started to undo his shirt and tie. Around them, reality shifted and Matt blinked a few times to adjust to seeing her in front of him. She was slipping her shirt off, tossing it to the floor. Too caught up to notice, she had hid the bandages on her arms from him as she threw her bra to the floor. Matt’s clothes soon followed and he was in the bed, pulling her on top of him.

They had been together several times over the course of three months but it was the first time she’d used her powers during it. For Matt, it was absolutely surreal, seeing her on top of him. Skin bare, scars and all. No matter how many times he touched her, and felt her skin beneath his fingers, or her pulse racing —seeing her like this was going to be forever imprinted in his dreams.

His hands trailed up her sides, reaching her ribs then up to her breasts, where her nipples peaked as he touched her. Her hips rocked, desperate for friction between her legs. She pressed her core against his hard cock, earning a hiss from Matt as his hands dropped to her hips to hold her in place. She whined again, nails running down his chest as she did. He just chuckled, enjoying how bad she wanted him.

The vibrator buzzed to life once more as he pressed it against her clit again, and she cried out.

“Matthew,” she practically screamed, and it was enough for him to finally give her what she wanted.

“Hold it there,” he ordered, taking one of her hands and pressing the toy’s handle into it.

She nodded impatiently, legs shaking as he shifted some. He lifted her, and with the vibrator only making her wetter, sunk her down onto his cock. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he reveled in how well she took him; how tight she was as he filled her whole with his cock. But he opened his eyes, wanting to see her. Needing to see what he did to her; it was a memory he needed to keep. She threw her head back, the scene around them faltering some as she finally took all of him. There was a pause; allowing her to adjust and take a deep breath.

“I want to see you cum,” he reminded her, less demanding now as he tried to catch his own breath.

She focused on keeping her image in his head, showing him what she could while also holding the toy against her clit. But both tasks became so much harder when Matt’s hips started to thrust up into her, causing her to cry out as he hit a sweet spot inside. The vibrator fell from her hand as she bounced up and down on his cock. Matt’s fingers dug into her hips as he guided her, egging her on as he let out his own throaty moan.

Her hips rocked against his movements, drawing out cries from both of them as they dove closer to the edge. Matt closed his eyes again, unable to help it as he tried to stave off his own orgasm. He wanted —needed to see her first; he couldn’t lose this chance that was so perfect.

“Fuck, Matt,” she called out throwing her head back, “I-I’m so close —“

“I know,” he breathed, picking up the pace of his thrusts as his eyes opened again, looking up at her. “Look at me,” he ordered, reaching up the grab her face. His hand wrapped around her throat again —not tight but just enough —as he made her look at him. “Cum for me beautiful.”

She clung to his hand around her throat, hips stuttering as she continued to meet his thrusts with her own movements. Her heart rate picked up, and her skin felt hot as the coil inside her began to finally tighten. With one particular thrust that hit her cervix, she cried out and fell over the edge. Her body tensed around his cock, tightening around him as she came.

Mouth open, crying out his name with his hand around her throat —Matt decided this was what heaven was. That if he were to die today, this is what he would see waiting for him. Religion was in her lips and he would pray on his knees at her altar every day. The thought alone pushed him over the edge next, and his movements became erratic as he thrusted up into her a few more times. He had to close his eyes now, unable to keep them open as he filled her entirely.

His hand fell from her throat as she collapsed against his chest. Their breathing was ragged, and sweat coated their bodies as his cock slipped out of her. There was a whimper from her, crying at the loss of him, but she was too spent to do anything. His arms wrapped around her as he lost the vision of her, the energy to hold the vision too much for her. But it was okay; he didn’t need to see anymore. Not when he could feel her still, picture it in his head.

She sighed, taking a moment but finally rolled off of him to her side of the bed. He ran a hand over his face, taking a deep breath before he laid on his side and faced her.

“You’re beautiful when you’re getting fucked, you know,” he grinned, reaching over to push her hair from her face. “Thank you for showing me.”

She glanced at him, grinning back. Her heart still lurched but both her and Matt assumed it was still from her orgasm. Her arms moved to cover her face, unable to help it as she blushed. Matt reached to move them, only to realize her arms were still wrapped in bandages.

“Of course,” She whispered, looking at him now as she moved to lay on her side. He returned his attention to her voice, deciding not to ask about her arms in the moment. Her fingers interlaced with his as she brought his hand to her lips, kissing his bruised knuckles.

He smiled at the gesture, moving closer to her to pull her in his arms again. Breathing becoming even and slow, he was calming down finally as she spoke again.

Her voice was quiet, almost unsure —as if she were afraid. “I love you,” she finally admitted, resting her head against his chest. Much like how he listened to heart beat, she was doing the same.

And it was beating a mile a minute.

“I love you too.”

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adora-but-ginger · 2 years

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Holy Ground

Warnings: Swearing, Matthew Michael Murdock

Pairings: Matt Murdock x French! Avenger! reader

Word Count: ~1.2k

Chapter: 1/?

Chapter two found here

Holy Ground masterlist found here

A/N: My first Matt fic! I got inspo from @cressidaclearwood ‘s series, so definitely go check that one out too. Please do not repost my work. Also this is not beta read so do with that what you will. I appreciate any notes, comments, and/or reblogs! Enjoy! ~L

Summary: Y/N L/N, a known avenger that took Steve’s side during the Sokovia Accords, not only faces legal action for the side she chose, but is also ready to insult anyone who looks her way. All she really just wants is some sleep and popcorn (in no particular order).

Translations will be at the end of each chapter

“If you want to get in there and talk legal, I doubt your chances are looking good. The last DA that was sent in was told that his shoes reminded her of ‘little doll clogs’ and that he had the personality of, and I quote, ‘a teenager that looks like he tells girls that he’s into crypto but really spends his past time on reddit.’ It’s a war zone in there.” Jimmy shuffled his papers together as he looked up at Reyes.

“Well, if she doesn’t want to face any jail time, then she’ll talk to me.” Reyes nodded at Jimmy Woo, then proceeded to pull the door handle into the interrogation room.

“Hello Ms. Y/L/N, I’ve heard that you’ve caused quite a stir within the DA community the past couple of days.” The woman inside cuffed to the table didn’t even glance towards the suited professional when she cleared her throat. “Alright, well, I’ve decided to take this into my own measures and have our firm represent you. I’m Samantha Reyes.” Reyes sat down opposite the glaring woman, who now looked upwards to meet the opposite’s eyes.

“I told Woo I want an independent firm, not a corporation or big company defending me.” The woman donned a stone gaze as Reyes began to look through her provided files.

“It says here, Ms. Y/L/N, that you requested a hotel instead of a holding cell the past two nights? Is that true?”

“What firm are you from Mademoiselle?”

“And-” Reyes looked closer at Y/N Y/L/N’s file in order to make sure she was reading what she saw right. “-you requested a martini and buttered popcorn upon arrival?”

“Which I still haven’t gotten by the way. Tell Jimmy I wasn’t kidding, I’ll go get it myself if no one grabs some for me.”

“Ms. Y/L/N, you are quite literally stuck here, I highly doubt that will happen. Now, can you tell me what you know regarding the Sokovi-” Reyes stopped short as the Avenger before her interrupted, setting her arms onto the table and leaning into them as she spoke.

“Mademoiselle Reyes, is it? I could be halfway across the states in the time it takes for you to complete a cycle of breath if I wanted to. The only thing keeping me here are my morals, and those are starting to wear thin too. So, I am going to say each of these things one last time, okay? Listen very carefully” Y/N sized Reyes up before continuing. “I stand with my choice on not signing the accords,” Her jaw tensed. “I am not saying shit until I get my popcorn, and-” as she was about to deliver her final statement, she looked at Reyes with a sour grin. “-an independent firm. What you’re trying to keep from me about who you are and who you work for is about as hidden as your receding hairline. Good day.”

Y/N wasn’t sure how much time had passed since the last DA had dropped by. She was tired, needed to pee, and wanted to sleep. And if she were to be introduced to another public DA, she would consider following Steve’s footprints. So it was in the best interest of the next person that walked through that door to have what she requested.

Matt had had a long, dull day. No one had come into the office, Foggy was working on a new ‘top secret project’-which included seven episodes of The Great British Bake Off-, and Karen had taken a day off as she was recovering from a cold.

To be frank, Matt was bored.

The day was just about at the mid point, so he couldn’t let the devil out, and he had already accidentally taken a forty-five minute nap. If he didn’t do something soon, he was going to get irritated. So he left to go on a stroll, to get some fresh air.

While he was expecting was to overhear some casual Monday conversation, he wasn’t expecting to hear talk of an avenger facing the legal system. An avenger, who though local to Hell’s Kitchen, was in some deep shit.

He had only caught parts of the conversation at first, but as he concentrated and listened more intently, a smile slowly began to spread on his face.

He had to tell Foggy and Karen.

“What do you mean you don’t think it’s a good idea Foggy?” Matt was exasperated, they could not pass up an opportunity like this. “It’s a win-win. If we help her, imagine who else would roll in. And hey, free press.”

Foggy paced back and forth, considering why and how his colleague always found cases that could ruin their firm reputation. First Fisk, then Frank, now-

He was pulled out of his thoughts by Matt sitting down.

“It’s a good idea Foggy and you know it. Avengers pay with money, too.”

“No Matt, Tony Stark pays with money. I just-what if this puts another target on our back?” Foggy glanced at Matt with his hands on his hips.

“Then I’ll take care of it, I always do.”

“No. No, see this is-” reaching for an invisible target in the air, Foggy sighed. “-this is what you constantly do. You can’t just take matters into your own hands if things don’t work out.”

Matt nodded, pretending to consider his friends statement. “I’m not saying I have to, just that I’m available.”

“You’re insufferable. I just-say we do take the case. I can almost guarantee you she’ll plead not guilty, and then what?”

Noticing his heart beat slow down a tad, Matt knew he had won. “First we can see if she’ll plead guilty.”

“She won’t.”

“But if she does-”

“Matt, her and Barnes were close. She’s not going to.”

“Fine, well we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.” He shifted in his seat, stretching out his legs. “In that case, we find out more about where she’s from, her involvement with Barnes, and we do our job of defending the innocent.”

Foggy closed his eyes for awhile, and after a few minutes broke the silence.

“You’re a pain in the ass you know.”

“I’m a smart pain in the ass though.”

There was a knock at the door, which caused her to wake from the dreamless slumber.

“Oh my-oh my god, do they dim the lights in here at all? Who’s here? Jimmy I swear you better have not-” she was cut off as the door flew open, and two men stepped in, and blond one and a brunette. Her remnants of a nap quickly disappeared from her face, a glare replacing it. She opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted before she even had the chance.

“We were told to give you this?” The blond one stepped towards her and laid a brown bag with an amazing aroma onto the table as the brunette sat down. “Be careful, it’s hot.”

Gazing at it suspiciously, she quickly grabbed it once the smell hit her. She smiled for the first time that day.

She mumbled under her breath as she popped the kernel into her mouth“Je t’adore Jimmy.” Looking up, she met the two with a slightly less killer-like aura.

“What do you two want.”

It was the brunette who spoke.

“Well for starters, I’m Matthew Murdock, and this is my associate Franklin Nelson, and we’re from the firm Nelson and Murdock. It’s just the two of us and our secretary. And we’d like to be your defense attorneys.”

Translations:

Mademoiselle: Miss

Je t’adore: I love you

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whirlybirbs · 3 years

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( another gif by @unearthlydust from this beautiful set ! )

✪ — VACANT MIRRORS ; B.B. | 3/?

summary: you find out about bucky’s past, he finds out about yours.

pairing: bucky barnes / f!reader

tags: set before & during tfatws, friends to lovers, therapy positive, trauma healing techniques, ptsd mentions, the normalization of anxiety disorders, and a good ol’ slow burn

word count: 6.4k, va va voom

a/n: oh look out here comes the plot, charactization, and growth between to pals who are maybe starting to feel a little something begin to take shape. but ignore that, there’s danger afoot. no spoilers for tfatws here!

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“You know I have to ask these questions. It’s part of the check-in.”

“Yeah,” you fire back, flat enough to warrant Dr. Hart’s scowl to grow. You can’t see it over the phone, but you know the way her words whip around you means she’s upset, “I know.”

“If you’re not following the action plan set out by the judge,” she begins, leaning forward as her tone drops into a scalding hot sort of seriousness on the other end, “You will go to prison. You know this. So, do you want to spend ten years of your life behind bars? Are you trying to get yourself locked up? Come on.”

You can’t look up from your computer’s screen. Or maybe you can, but right now, there’s a dangerous mixture of anger and guilt and frustration boiling under your skin.

“I’m trying.”

“Trying isn’t good enough for the GRC,” Dr. Hart snaps, “You know this. They’re giving you a chance — they know you’re talented. You have the ability here to go straight, to earn a living, to finally make up for those years of blackhat work.”

“Everything I did,” you fire back, ripping your eyes up to meet Dr. Hart’s, “Was for others. I didn’t get a fucking penny.”

“You’re not Robin Hood,” she shakes her head as her tone softens, “We all make mistakes. But, everything has a consequence. You know this. And this conversation isn’t even considering the other charges.”

“You know the extortion case would never hold up in court.”

Dr. Hart sighs raggedly. “And I don’t intend on ever seeing it play out in court, because you’re going to follow the conditions of your pardon.”

“The GRC is a bunch of fascists—”

“Enough,” she snaps, “If you want to go and appeal your case with the judge, be my guest, but I can almost guarantee you’ll be perp-walked out of that Federal courtroom in cuffs.”

She’s right.

Dr. Hart is right.

Your knee is bouncing, up and down and up and down. You’re wound up around yourself, arms crossed tight, brows knotted. With a shaky exhale, you just nod. You breathe, and you remind yourself that she’s right. She’s right, she’s right, she’s right. It’s not worth it. Dipping yourself back into that world, the layer of the web beneath the surface, isn’t worth it.

The GRC is your way out.

Just be a good little girl and do as you're told.

“So, I’m going to ask you again,” Dr. Hart begins, pen clicking alive on the other end of the phone call, “...Have you engaged in any illegal activities online in the last seven days?”

◦ ◦ ◦ ◦

Inessa Sidrova’s photo stares up at him from its place on the speckled marble counter, stacked neatly next to his notebook where her name is scrawled in chicken scratch — between two other names: Zemo and Henrikson.

His laptop, technically on loan from the FBI, sits beside both.

(When Barnes had agreed in that closed doors meeting to the conditions of his pardon, a certain FBI agent by the name of Jimmy Woo had been rather insistent that Barnes needed a personal computer in order to carry out his portion of the conditions insofar as tracking down the remaining HYDRA pawns in the States. Woo had also insisted, to the agreement of Dr. Raynor, that a personal computer would help better acclimate Barnes to the new world he’d been dropped into.

Woo was even nice enough to take an hour of his own time to show Bucky enough to get started — but was whisked away for some investigation out in New Jersey.)

Bucky rubs the cold vibranium of his left palm into his eye, then exhales long and slow.

He’s done all he can. And still, no leads on the woman.

Rounding the kitchen island, he digs his cell from his pocket. He goes back to staring at that text — the one he’d laughed out loud at the moment it lit up his phone — and he can feel that ol’ bite of anxiousness creep into his arms. His fingertips tingle.

On the television, a laugh track plays over a clip of The Three Stooges. Blue eyes flick upward, and he partially wishes a ladder would put him out of his own self-induced misery.

Outside, the antics of a Saturday night in Brooklyn roll on.

In the last few days he’s parsed through his thoughts enough to realize it’s not telling you that scares him — no, it’s telling you the truth. The whole truth. All of it. After all, the good comes with a lot of bad; the sort of bad you chain in a chest and sink in the ocean. And Bucky finds that, even still, the good is questionable at best. The good is… small. Microscopic. Completely and totally tainted by the fuckin’ decades of brainwashed, war dog bullshit.

He groans and drops his head back against the wall.

He tries, for the next twenty minutes, to formulate some sort of reply to your text message. But, half the battle is figuring out what to say, and the other half is actually typing it out. This whole flip phone purchase was really starting to sting like regret — and as much as Bucky loved technology back before the war, and all the magical possibilities it held, he can’t help but feel like an ornery old man now.

It’s the change. Steve was right. Too much change.

He can’t find the space button and he can’t figure out how to delete the random 3 he’d accidentally punched in — so, with a grumpy huff of disapproval, Bucky simply dials your number.

You pick up on the third ring.

“Don’t you know it’s Saturday?” your voice is a welcomed sound, “The History Channel is running a bunch of old war documentaries you might enjoy, grandpa.”

Bucky snorts, fiddling with the hem of his hoodie. “What makes you think I’d wanna watch that shit?”

“Everyone knows that old men like two things,” your voice is light, half-distracted from the sounds of it, “World War Two, or grilling. And honestly, you don’t strike me as the grilling type.”

“I like a good burger.”

“Yeah?” you snort, and Bucky can hear you shift your phone from one ear to the other, “Is that why you called? To hint at being hungry?”

“No,” he exhales, looking out the window, “No, I was trying to reply to your text but I can’t find the fuckin’ space button. Calling is easier.”

“Oh my god—”

“Shut up,” he barks with a laugh, sitting up, “Don’t even start — are you hungry?”

“Almost always, why?”

“Got any plans tonight?”

“... You do know who you’re asking, right?”

Bucky grins, a little boyish and a little tired. “Good point. Loser.”

“Oh, shut up. You’re the one calling me to hangout,” you snort, leaning to prop your feet up on your desk and lean back. Your chair wheels backwards, far enough for you to get a good look down the street. It’s a nice night, cool enough, and it seems like the whole borough is awake, “But, I’m only hanging out if you tell me what the fuck is up with court mandated therapy. I can’t wait another three days.”

Your anxiety has been pricked the last few days over it.

“... Do I get to pick the place?”

You roll your eyes. “Fine.”

“Great,” he exhales tightly, “I hope you’re in the mood for sushi.”

◦ ◦ ◦ ◦

Izzy’s is busy, but there’s privacy in the bustle.

Bucky had buzzed your apartment’s ringer and you’d flown down the stairs, looking… alive. The sort of alive that was new — like a fresh bud beginning to bloom in spring. It had made him grin, and he’d watched you push a tress of hair behind your ear as you decided it was warm enough for no jacket tonight. The light of the crosswalk sign lit you up like a star.

He was sweating.

Dr. Raynor was right — that was it, of course it was — that it was getting too warm for his usual outfit. So, he’d settled on the next best thing: a sweatshirt that was big enough and black enough that he could bury himself in it. His hands are tucked neatly into the pockets.

No gloves tonight.

He feels naked.

He shoulders the door and holds it open with the toe of his boot as you duck towards the back of the restaurant. There’s a booth in the back by a large bamboo plant — you weave through the place with a new found confidence. There’s anxiousness in your shoulders but it melts when you look back at Bucky. Like a watchful guard dog, he nods.

You settle into the booth, toss your jacket in the corner, and smirk.

“I get out sometimes,” Bucky remarks before you can even say anything. He shifts in the booth and reaches up to scratch his cheek with his right hand, “Not often, but I do.”

“I didn’t say anything...”

“You were going to,” he nearly smirks back, his brows raised as he adjusts the chopsticks on the table, “I know that look.”

You snort, nudging his boot under the table. That works a huffed little laugh out the man across from you. Almost immediately you can sense anxiousness rolling off him — it’s the tightness in his mouth that gives him away, the way he’s fussing with the soy sauce dish and trying to get it to line up perfectly with the marbling on the table. Worry flashes in your eyes.

“Bucky.”

He raises his head.

“You alright?” you ask quietly.

“You have to promise not to flip out.”

Your brows knot tightly — but before you can even question what the fuck he means, he’s casually dropping his other hand onto the table.

And you almost don’t notice at first. Your brain fills the gaps in, figuring it’s his glove. But, then you blink and his hand catches the light and you realize it’s not leather. It’s glittering obsidian, garnished with gold, and it’s moving. Flexing. Seams bending and warping and there’s a gentle hum coming from the appendages and you squint because he’s tapping his fingers on the table and there’s a metallic tik-tik-tik that meets your ears.

Then, your eyes jump to his face.

He looks pained.

You’re confused.

And then you’re not.

“You’re —”

You slap a hand over your own mouth. You have to promise not to flip out. Your eyes are eighty miles wide and your jaw is falling open and you’re leaning forward, whispering in a rushed tone because what the fuck.

“You’re that Bucky?!”

Oh, you feel stupid.

The hostess appears, suddenly. You snap backwards in the booth, Bucky tucks his hand away, and you both muster forced smiles to the waitress. She’s young. Pretty. Her name-tag says Sarah.

She asks about drinks.

Bucky gets a beer.

Slowly, you knock your knuckles against the table and drop your head into your hand. The look on your face is exhausted. “Do you guys have Mai Tais?”

The answer is yes. And you’re glad. Because you’re going to fucking need it.

The two of you are quiet until the drinks come — avoiding one anothers gazes for completely different reasons. Bucky is sheepish, a bit mortified, like he always is when people recognize him. It’s why he shaved his fuckin’ head. It worked well enough but… the arm was usually a dead giveaway.

Meanwhile, you’re wondering if you could shave your own head and disappear. Because there’s no easy way to explain the weird elation swirling in your chest right now.

Bucky’s first to speak. His beer is in his good hand. He inhales quickly, eyes darting to you as he leans forward and whispers incredulously. He speaks quickly and his words are pointed with an edge of curiosity.

“...What do you mean ‘that Bucky’?”

“Y’know, I knew there was a reason you acted like you needed a senior citizen discount. And you know exactly what I mean,” you rush out all while waving your Mai Tai and jabbing the side with the umbrella towards him, “Listen, this is a lot to take in, Mr. Avenger.”

“I am not an Avenger—”

“You helped reverse the Snap. You’re the Winter Soldier. That makes you an Avenger—”

Bucky’s shaking his head, eye screwed shut tightly because the sudden equation to his past self being considered a hero is like being socked in the mouth. He stutters over his words and shakes his head more vigorously, like he’s trying not to hear what you’re saying.

“I am not the Winter Soldier. Not anymore. And it’s not like I’m not on the fuckin’ roster, doll—”

You hold a finger up, stopping him there, and take a long sip of your sunset colored drink. You swallow. You exhale. Bucky swigs his beer.

“One, don’t call me doll,” you say curtly, then raise a second finger. You lean in and squint, “Two… Christ, the haircut really makes a big difference, doesn’t it?”

“That’s what everyone keeps saying,” he sighs raggedly, dismissing your scrutiny.

You puff your cheeks out and exhale. Leaning back in the booth, you try not to feel so fucking insane.

“...I can never have you over now.”

Bucky’s brows narrow quickly and his eyes snap to yours. “What?”

“I can’t have you over,” you explain slower with your eyes rooted to the soy sauce in the corner, “Because I don’t think I could ever handle you seeing my signed and framed Captain America poster from his USO tour in 1943.”

Bucky’s face is deadpan. “You’re kidding.”

“I really wish I was,” you gripe, “It’s an original.”

“...You’re a Cap girl,” he says suddenly, leaning back with this look in his eye. It’s less of a question. You can’t pin it down. It looks like he's damn near traumatized.

Bucky thinks — honestly — that this is the cherry on top. Every girl back then was a Cap girl, too. It figures, now, in this new century where he’s making new friends that… as per usual, Steve gets the cake. That fuckin’ pint sized bastard.

He’ll have to tell him about this.

You yank your eyes up to Bucky’s face. His mortification is shifting to surprise to amusement. You’re fast to sit up, mouth opening to fire a retort — but Bucky’s suddenly really enjoying the look of pure horror on your face at the insinuation. He’s smirking. Plain as day. He swigs his beer.

“No, no—” you raise a finger, “No, stop it. Don’t make it fuckin’ weird, Bucky, it’s not like I have his name tattoo’d on my ass. And I knew a girl in college who did.”

His brows rise sharply and you’re finding you’re regretting everything that’s coming out of your mouth.

“Stop looking at me like that,” you guffaw, gesturing for him to show you his hand again, “I wanna see.”

Bucky sighs and plucks his hand from his hoodie pocket.

With a sort of tenderness Bucky wasn’t prepared to handle, you take his metallic hand into your own. There’s an immediate twinge — one that’s procured by flashes of violence from years of being a walking weapon. He breathes, and he reminds himself that this arm is not the same that tethered him to HYDRA all those years ago.

This arm is his, it is not him.

The sensation is different. He isn’t used to anyone touching him like this; he’s used to the feeling of flesh on the other end of a punch, or a throat caught in his palm. Not the gentle pass of your fingers, delicate and purposeful, over his knuckles.

You turn over his hand, eyes alight with curiosity — and Bucky, desperate to stamp out the hotness growing in his gut, moves quickly to flick your nose.

“Ow—”

“Don’t stare,” he says coyly, “It’s rude.”

The waitress is back. His hand is tucked away, and you wrestle the stupid expression off your face long enough to order a plate of assorted maki rolls and some fried tofu. Bucky orders what seems like his usual — shrimp tempura and spicy tuna rolls.

The waitress, Sarah, disappears with a smile.

You’re grinning.

“So… Does this make me the sidekick?” you whisper playfully.

“Shut up,” Bucky laughs, his lips almost darting into a smile.

You cock your head, pushing your chopsticks across the table with a horribly coy look on your face. It’s comical. “...I think this makes me the sidekick.”

“It — stop it — it does not make you the sidekick,” Bucky says slowly as he sips his beer and pins you in the booth across from him, “I’m not a hero. You’d have better luck asking Cap on that one.”

You grow silent. There’s a question hanging on your tongue. You’re wrestling with yourself — Bucky can see that much. He frowns.

“Spit it out, Goose.”

You blink. “Was that a Top Gun reference?”

“You wanted to be the sidekick.”

You wave it off, blinking into your Mai Tai. Your voice is quiet. Even as you speak, there’s a hesitancy akin to walking on eggshells. “What happened to Cap? Is he… alive? He’s gone off the grid. It’s, like, this massive conspiracy theory online.”

“He’s upstate.”

You blink.

“That’s ominous.”

Bucky shrugs. “Someday I’ll take you. It’s… nice.”

You go quiet. You freeze, drink halfway to your mouth. Bucky can’t help but smirk at that. His laugh is more of a scoff than anything.

“Relax, Miss America.”

“Shut up — do you mean that?”

“What, that I think you’re in love with Captain America?”

“No, you bastard, that you’ll take me. To meet him.”

Bucky’s words are easy. They roll off his tongue without a second thought. He feels… okay. Like this part is okay. Not as bad as he thought it could be. His anxiousness isn’t as heavy now. He feels like he isn’t losing you. But then again, he hasn’t gotten to the bad part yet.

“He’s my best friend,” Bucky explains plainly, “And so are you.”

The admission is warm. As easy as breathing. Two months in the making.

“Your only friend,” you say quietly, offering the joke as a cover for the softening tone that dances over your words. It’s affection, you realize, as you mimic his shrug, “But, go on.”

“Thanks for the reminder,” Bucky chirps, “But, yea, I mean it. He’d like you.”

You raise your chin, wiggling a bit in the booth. It’s pride — and as much as Bucky likes the look of it, he can’t handle the ridiculousness that comes along with it. But, it’s sort of comforting. He knows this playfulness, this easiness, it’s all because he’s him. You trust him. In.a way, it strikes Bucky with guilt. There are wall of his still built up high. Maybe they’re slowly coming down, but… he’s like a stray dog, slow to trust.

“Safe to say,” you breathe, “I have a few questions.”

“I figured as much.”

You sip your drink and swallow. You raise a hand. “But — I wanna know the boundaries. I don’t want to… I don’t want to pry about shit I have no business knowing, alright? It’s your life and even if we are friends, I don’t need to know everything.”

The relief is almost immediate. He thumbs the label of his beer.

“Ask anything. But I can’t promise I’ll be able to give you the answers.”

“And I’ll leave it at that,” you say sternly, propping your elbow up on the table and offering your pinky finger, “Until you want to talk about it. Promise.”

He crooks his pinky in yours, squeezing gently. You smile.

Sarah comes back with the food, and then Bucky offers his usual half-exhausted, half-amused smirk.

“You get three questions now. Then, we shut up and eat.”

You fold your hands neatly over themselves, eyeing your food as you try your best to sort out what questions come up with the most urgency. There’s… a lot. I mean, everyone knew about the Avengers — and everyone had their opinions. The Sokovia Accords, Lagos, the Blip… and SHIELD. Years of bullshit culminating around those who were considered the heroes. The kickback usually ended up on everyday citizens like you. After the initial amazement, the reality of it all set in.

But, to Bucky’s point, he wasn’t really an Avenger.

Nowadays, there really wasn’t a team at all. No up-state compound, no leader, no Stark and no Rogers.

You’re sure the GRC will try — that the military will try. Morale and hope and blah, blah, blah.

You narrow your eyes. “How old are you?”

It’s quick. “One hundred and six.”

“How’d they keep you alive that long?”

There’s a wince that flashes across his face like he’s been stabbed with a white hot poker in the ribs. You see a twitch of irritation bubble across his lips. Not with you. No, it’s that this question is still hard for him to answer. Bucky exhales sharply.

“Next question.”

You feel a pang of guilt flare in your chest. You move along.

“Who kept you alive that long?”

“The Russians. HYDRA, if you wanna get specific.”

You exhale and settle on the fact you now have more questions than answers. But, you nod and snatch up your chopsticks. Enough of the twenty questions game.

In all honesty, it’s not like Bucky’s existence was common knowledge. The Winter Soldier was known mostly, sure, to those who had floated in the same circles as him when he was nothing but a rabid cur on a choke chain. He can’t help but be a bit thankful for the minor erasure of his new self — sure, in the eyes of the U.S. government he was a high-level threat to be reintegrated as soon as possible and surveyed at all times. But, to the average New Yorker, he was just another person. Everyone was so used to seeing the heroes in their costumes with their bigger than life personas and…

Bucky was just Bucky.

Even he didn’t really know who that was. He was starting to.

His pardon had come with some flak from some of the more political news outlets but… somehow, the details of the Winter Soldier’s exact crimes were being kept silent. Probably to avoid panic. And, even then, the connection between the newly alive James Buchanan Barnes and The Winter Soldier hadn’t been made yet in the public eye. He was glad.

The haircut definitely helped.

It’s like he was a walking classified redaction.

Bucky has a sushi roll in his mouth when he finally speaks. “For such a Captain American fan, I’m surprised you didn’t recognize me.”

“Oh, you’re really not gonna let that go, huh?” you say as you chew, covering your mouth. You swallow and waggle your chopsticks at him, “Listen, it’s been a while since I’ve… y’know, had my Avengers phase. That was years ago. It was at its peak when I worked for SHIELD. And besides, you’re kinda new to the whole superhero scene.”

Bucky frowns. “You worked for SHIELD...?”

“For a year,” you say tightly, “Back before the collapse.”

“Only a year?”

“It was for my graduate program,” you wave it off, “I won out on the most competitive internship NYU had to offer. I was working within their cybersecurity division. I will say I spent more time trying to sort of email phishing scams than anything else, though. I’m sure they saw my record and wanted to keep me away from the juicy stuff.”

Bucky squints.

You offer a sheepish shrug.

“I got into trouble when I was younger,” you sip your drink and sigh, “I always liked computers. I used to spend all my time on forum sites just… reading and talking to people and figuring out how these sites actually worked, so learning how to write my own code was just the next step. When I was fifteen, I learned how to tap phones. At sixteen, I was hijacking my neighbor’s internet conenctions and remotely controlling his laptop.”

“Sounds like a good time.”

“Yea, well, he was a sitting Senator who was having an affair with the nanny,” you mutter, “And I was stupid enough to try and blackmail him for cash. I wish I could say I learned my lesson.”

Bucky exhales long and hard at that, like he knows where that snap of misguided judgement goes. It’s not like he’s passing judgement onto you, but… like he knows the feeling. And you manage to not feel so small, then — telling him this is easy. It’s not your favorite part of your life by any means, but Bucky is listening. Really listening.

He fiddles with the paper wrapper of the chopsticks.

“So, less a Goose and more a Kevin Poulsen type, huh?”

You snort. “For an old man, I’m surprised you know who that is. But, I wasn’t hacking into the Pentagon at seventeen. I was too busy doing community service.”

“HYDRA had their eyes on him in the 90s,” Bucky mumbles through a bite of spicy tuna, the memory popping into his mind and flying out before he can stop it, “I remember… I thought his username was stupid.”

“Oh, you didn’t like Dark Dante?”

“Like I said,” Bucky chortles, “Stupid.”

“You wouldn’t have liked mine, then,” you smirk lightly, “It’s worse.”

Bucky raises his brows, somehow doubting that entirely. “Really?”

“...I was hackrabb1t for a long time. Y’know, with a ‘one’ for the ‘i’,” you cringe, “People kept thinking I was a furry.”

There’s a pause. Bucky’s face is set in an unreadable emotion. It’s confusion mixed with amusement mixed with… something else. When he speaks, he clears his throat and tilts his head.

“It’s clever. But,” a pause, “What is a furry? I’ve been seeing that word all over PlentyOfFish.”

Your jaw flies open. You raise your hands as your head reels around. Bucky has a look on his face like he knows, he knows he shouldn’t have asked and he definitely shouldn’t have given you enough context to know where he’s seen that phrase before, because now you’re looking at him like he has seventeen heads and they’re all on fire.

“Y’know what, nevermind—”

“—Oh, no, no, there’s way too much to unpack here,” you lean forward, “You’re on PlentyOfFish?”

“ChristianMingle wasn’t really my speed — stop laughing.”

“Shut up — stop it, stop — this is too much,” you say with a high voice, “If you get catfished, I’m not helping you track the person down…”

“—What the hell is a catfish?” he nearly cries, raising both hands in a desperate shrug, “I don’t even know what any of these words mean.”

“Oh, you sweet, naive, innocent, man—”

“No, no, no, no,” he chirps, raising a finger with a deadly look of seriousness on his face, “No, I am not naive or sweet or any of the above. I’ll take ‘cute’, sure, but none a’ those.”

“Is that what the furries call you on PlentyOfFish? Cute?”

He drops his head back against the booth and stares at the ceiling.

“Our friendship was a mistake, rabbit.”

You choke out a laugh. “Shut up, you walking claw machine.”

You’re both laughing now — quieter but sustained and everytime you think you’ve calmed down enough to sip your Mai Tai, you just have to look at the distraught, scruffy man across from you to break into another fit of muffled laughter. Finally, after what feels like forever, you both manage to calm down enough to finish the plates in front of you.

There’s a warmth that’s settled in Bucky’s chest — it’s eaten away at the usual jitter in his legs, the anxious twitch of his fingers. It’s a different emotion. Acceptance, maybe. Comfort. Affection.

Then, while you’re piling the last bit of sushi rice into your mouth when your phone, set on the side of the table, begins to go off. It hums erratically, dancing in a circle, and all you do is stare at the name flashing across the screen. You’re smiling, hugging her. It’s from Jaimie’s wedding — out in some big, wide open orchard with the sun setting behind you. The picture there is old; you were both different people then.

Before… everything.

MOM Morristown, NJ

You scowl and stare.

Bucky blinks.

“You gonna get that?”

Quickly, you snap out of it. You reach and silence the buzzing with two quick taps. Quietly, you offer up a somber sigh.

“I never do.”

Bucky frowns again, this time with a worried look that digs deep into his eyebrows. You ignore it on purpose, pushing your plate away and leaning back in the booth. He knows what you’re doing — you’re avoiding his gaze, and therefore his own questions.

“Rabbit.”

“Oh, is that my new nickname, then?”

“It fits,” he chirps before crossing his arms, strategically hiding his metallic hand, “What’s up?”

You grow quiet — then it spills out.

“I can’t talk to her.”

“Why?”

You chew your lip. You bite your tongue and you hold back on the finer points of your anger — ones dredged up by the still present sting of your check-in with Dr. Hart this afternoon.

Here it comes.

“As a part of my pardon, I was ordered no-contact with my family,” you exhale, controlling the level of your voice, reciting the court papers you’d read over and over and over, “It was deemed that further contact would impact my progress towards reformed behavior and judgment.”

Bucky’s eyes are wide. His jaw is tight.

“What the fuck do you mean ‘pardon’?”

It’s your turn to cross your arms now, to ignore the sting of his look. It’s the kind that screams disappointment more than anything. You hate that you’re getting it from Bucky of all people.

“Like I said, I didn’t learn my lesson when I was a kid,” you shirk, “Last year I was arrested on a number of counts — I’d been evading the FBI, CIA, all of them, for years. I was doing it all for people like me. The ones who got left behind.”

Bucky’s tone is flat. It’s serious. His next sentence is less of a question, more of an order. The cadence is rhythmic and it reminds you of your brother the night he found out about the first time you’d been arrested; you decide, then, that Jaimie and Bucky would have gotten along.

“What did you do?”

“Whatever I could,” you wave your hands, “Identity theft, falsified documents, insurance fraud. Anything. There were people, like me, that in a blink, lost everything. Accidents, deaths, evictions and no one did anything for us. The insurance agencies wouldn’t cover damages related to The Snap. Life insurance policies, social security… It all got snatched up by people at the top while the system collapsed around us. I had to pay for my brother’s funeral out of pocket. And there were hundreds of thousands of people just like me, just trying to get by. And everything failed us.”

Bucky is stuck in silence. It’s like mud, dragging him to the bottom of a pond — the sort that’s dredged with misery. In an instant, his veins are on fire with an anger he hadn’t felt in a while. It manifests itself in the tightening of his jaw. He rubs his face and props his elbows up on the table.

“Why won’t they let you see your family?”

You fiddle with your napkin.

“My brother… His wife was on maternity leave when she disappeared in the Blip,” you mutter, “She came back to no job, a dead husband, and no home. Their apartment complex had been abandoned. She’s trying her best to make ends meet. She lives with my Mom in our old home. Neither of them can find work. They… The court thought that I’d be influenced to do something if I was around them.”

“What, like help?”

“They see me as a criminal,” you manage, “But I’m useful, so they’re keeping me around.”

Silence falls between the two of you once more — and the sad look on your face makes Bucky’s chest tight. He can see anxiety beginning to spill over; you’re wringing the napkin, fiddling with the edges. Suddenly, Bucky realizes you’re feeling exactly how he was an hour or so ago.

Your voice is soft. “I’m sorry. I was going to tell you.”

“Looks like we’re two birds of a feather,” he says, knocking the toe of your sneaker with his boot, “Listen, we all do stupid shit. I’ve got a lot worse weighing me down. I get it.”

You look up, sadness glistening in your expression like sun off a lake. It’s harsh. He wants to look away.

He doesn’t.

“... So, that means you’re good with computers?”

◦ ◦ ◦ ◦

That’s how you find yourself in Bucky’s Brooklyn apartment at almost midnight, wandering behind him in the long halls and watching curiously as he digs his key from his pocket and shoulders the door open.

It’s a small apartment. One bed, one bath, a kitchenette and that’s really it.

For its size, it’s hardly lived in.

You suppose it makes sense — Bucky didn’t have a lot of personal belongings, and with the hints he’d dropped about his life before The Blip, you were beginning to understand that he may have never really had that much to begin with.

There’s a blanket on the floor by the television and a single couch pillow. It’s tucked in the corner, behind a small sofa. There’s a chair in the living room, one from an old dining set. At the kitchen counter, there’s a stack of papers and a single laptop. Even though all the kitchen’s wares are older models, the bones of the apartment are good. Bare, but good.

You stop in the doorway to the bedroom and stare at the untouched bed. The sheets are tucked tightly in the corners — there’s something militaristic about it. Across the hall is the bathroom. It’s small. You can see a few amenities scattered across the sink’s top.

Being in here feels something like an open wound.

It was lonely. Quiet. Cold.

“We need to make a trip to HomeGoods,” you mumble as Bucky flicks on the lights, “I get the whole minimalist thing, but sheesh.”

“I don’t have a lot,” he says, kicking off his boots by the door and shrugging off his jacket, “And I don’t need a lot either.”

You watch as his shoulders sag a bit, like he can finally let down his guard just a little in his own space. It’s endearing. You perch yourself up on the kitchen counter as your eyes follow him; he moves to fling open a cabinet and grabs a mug. Then, he hesitates.

“You want tea?” he asks over his shoulder.

“Tea?”

“Dr. Raynor said,” Bucky reaches for a container of tea bags from the top shelf. His henley lifts enough to flash a bit of skin along his lower back and you swear you see a scar, “It would help with my anxiety.”

You swing your legs a little. “Then sure.”

“You can use my Captain America mug,” he chirps, laughing a little to himself, “Seeing as you’re such a big fan…”

“God, I regret even saying anything to you,” you spit as you hop down and lean around him to get a look at the mug, “Did you seriously buy that?”

“It was a gift.”

“Bullshit.”

Bucky snorts as you shake your head and wander backwards, eyeing the rest of his apartment with a bit of astonishment. It’s really nothing impressive — but, you suppose it makes sense. Whatever meager disbursement that the government was willing to give Bucky for his efforts in fixing the Snap was better than nothing.

Your gaze hangs on the blanket in the corner.

He watches you; and he notes the sore sadness that dissolves your posture at the sight of the nest in the corner. A bit of shame colors his cheeks as he heats up the water. When Bucky speaks, it’s slow.

“The bed was too soft. I couldn’t sleep on it,” he shifts from foot to foot and focuses on taking the tea bags out and methodically wrapping the strings around the handles, “Dr. Raynor said that’s a typical thing for soldiers to experience when they come home from war.”

You’re quiet for a while after that, only speaking when he rounds the counter with your tea. He offers it up with a tilt of the head.

“You never got to come home, though, right?”

“No,” comes the short reply as you both watch the lights outside the window, “No, I didn’t. Not until now.”

You nudge his arm with yours. You lean a bit. Bucky leans back.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he manages after a sigh and sip of the tea, “I can’t just feel sorry for myself anymore. I’m trying to fix the wrongs I did — and that’s why I need your help.”

You quirk a brow. He reaches around you and grabs the stack of papers on the counter. With a steady grip, Bucky presents the photo of a woman who looks strikingly familiar. You can’t place her face, but there’s something about her that feels like a slap across the cheek. She’s young here, in a faded photo with tattered edges. Beside her is a man who is laughing. The photo is candid, and they’re both beautiful. They’re both wearing a uniform — but you can’t place the era or location.

You turn to Bucky for answers.

“Back in the 70s, at the height of the Cold War, HYDRA was working in tandem with the Russians to spy on American forces,” he offers easily, staring out the window, “The American HYDRA cell hadn’t yet been planted. This man, Andrei Kuznetzov, was a spy. He was feeding the Americans information on the Russian nuclear program. His wife, the one in the photo, was ordered to kill him. She refused.”

Bucky’s fingers twitch.

His words are soaked through with pain.

“I,” he continues, “killed him.”

You hold your breath. Then you spare him a mournful look.

“Inessa Sidrova went on to help form the same HYDRA cell that ended up taking over SHIELD here in America,” Bucky mumbles, “She’s dangerous. There’s others like her, ones who I helped create, all over the world. But, she’s my top priority. I just haven’t had much luck tracking her down.”

“That’s why you need my help.”

“I’m 106 years old,” Bucky deadpans, “The microfiches at the library were getting a little tedious.”

“But,” you chirp with a sly smirk, “You figured out how to set up a PlentyOfFish account?”

He shoulders you again as you sip your tea and laugh.

“Shoulda never said anything,” Bucky grumbles, “Dr. Raynor thought it was a good idea. Y’know, to get back out in the world.”

“I can promise you,” you say with a stern shake of the head, “The metal arm will get you plenty of chicks and dudes in due time.”

“Good to know,” Bucky replies as his words lilt with a playful sort of questioning that you purposefully ignore. You’re not feeding his ego today. Maybe tomorrow, after you take a crack at figuring out where this woman is.

It’s going to be a long night.

#vacant mirrors #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x you #winter soldier imagine #tfatws imagine #bucky barnes #marvel imagine #bucky x reader

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mandy-asimp · 2 years

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The Innocent Act

A/N~ this is literally the first time I’ve ever posted on her so bare with me if this is done wrong! But hopefully it’s not to bad :)

pairing: teacher wanda x fem!reader

warnings: none

summary: reader has been in wand’s class all four year. and in her final year she starts to get lost in the history of the language. asking for extra help but on the wrong day with the wrong outfit. wanda, who’s kept control, finally let’s free and speaks her mind.

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As she walks in, all time stops. She was talking with Darcy. Her best friend since kindergarten. Her pleated skirt flowing in the soft breeze cause by her walking. Revealing the legs that Wanda dreamt of touching.

The red head tried to not look at them. But at the sound of her giggle, she just couldn’t stop herself. Taking in the smile, then the outfit, then the legs. Diverting her gaze before she could be seen though.

Y/N sat in the front of her row. Darcy behind her. The two keeping their conversation going even after they sat down.

“So let me get this straight, you wore the skirt, in attempt to try and get some reaction from Woo? Isn’t he in a relationship already?” Darcy questioned. Not getting the on going joke between them.

And it was true. Y/N word the skirt to feed into the joke. She knew her and Jimmy were always flirting harmlessly. Even his girlfriend knew it was harmless.

With a nod, the bell rang. Cutting the conversation short. “You’re absolutely the weirdest person I’ve met.” Darcy leaned back. Her feet now resting on the little basket on the desk.

“Alrighty! Hi! I know that you all probably expect some extremely hard work, but today is simple. You’re filling out the study guide for next weeks test. Your challenger is that you can only speak in Sokovian. If you have any questions, feel free to ask, other than that the class is yours.” Wanda beamed. Her eyes scanning the room, landing on the student who made her think many things.

Focusing on the way her face scrunched at questions. The way she would turn and her hair would shake with the movement. Diverting her gaze when the student turned around. Putting them on the papers that just laid on her desk. Waiting to be graded.

As Wanda picked up the pen, Y/N’s went up at the same time. Writing down every answer she knew, then flipping the page, putting more answers on the page. Soon she finished and went back through it all. Stopping in the blank page. Sokovia history. Something she had missed.

“Hey, do you know any of this?” She turned to ask Darcy. Not even caring that she wasn’t speaking the foreign language. The brunette looked up, taking in the page.

“Y/N, being honest with you, I don’t. I was just gonna look it up when I got home.” The friend shrugged. Going back to working in her paper silently. The girl in front stole a glance. Darcy had nothing done and the class was almost over.

“You’re no help, Lewis.” Y/N shook her head. The worse part is that she had already skipped the questions and finished everything else. Stealing glances around, she knew she had to ask.

There was nothing she had against the teacher. If anything they were more friends than teacher and student. It was just that when Darcy had mentioned how Y/N seems to blush anytime a simple pet name was given out. Making her realize the unprofessional crush.

But Wanda would never feel the same, right?

Y/N raised her hand slowly. Catching not only Wanda’s attention, but also Darcy’s. “Calling your crush over? Bold move Y/N,” she whispered into the others ear. Only to get a head shake and a soft laugh in return.

“Yes hun?” Wanda spoke in the foreign language. Reminding the now shy girl of the task. Yet, dazing her at the pet name that was given out to everyone.

“When did we learn about any of the history?” She questioned. Pointing to the questions. Switching her eyes between the page and the teacher. Watching as the woman crouched right next to her desk.

She was close enough to smell her perfume. To feel her body heat radiating. And to really get a good look at her face.

Her heart beat picking up a tad when they made eye contact. “It was only at the beginning of the month, dear. Do you not remeber? There was a small test on it as well.” Wanda tired to refresh the memory.

“I guess not, lately things have just been slipping my mind.” Y/N lied. She hadn’t forgotten anything in any other class, but it’s hard in this one. Especially when the teacher is just so desirable.

“You haven’t forgotten anything I’ve ever taught, but if you want help-,” Wanda got cut off by the sound of the bell. Signaling the class change. “You’re free to come after school. Or during our lunch we could work on it.”

It was a tough decision…No it wasn’t. If it meant that Y/N got to spend more time with the red head, she would gladly take it. “I think after school is better. Give my mind a break.” She smiled up. “Imma go grab my lunch and I’ll be back.”

“Ok! Don’t rush though, doll.” Wanda turned her back, moving back to her desk. Missing the intense blush that spread on Y/N’s cheeks. Along with her quickly leaving.

While Wanda cleared off the normal spot on her desk, Y/N sped to find Darcy. Being too fast, she got stopped by Ms. Harkness. Bumping straight into the english teacher and falling onto the floor with a loud thud.

Pulling the attention of the woman in purple and Wanda, who hurried to see what happened.

Y/N was muttering many apologies. Standing up, and bending to pick up her dropped phone. Not Knowing Wanda was behind. Along with how Wanda stared intensely at her ass.

“Slow down next time, Y/N. It’s not like you ever get to lunch on time.” Harkness laughed. The student quickly following after. “Now get to where you were going.”

With that dismissal, she ushered away.

Agatha, however, stayed still. Staring at Wanda with a smirk. Knowing exactly what thoughts were going through her head. “Ya’ know, she’s not that innocent as she seems. It’s her innocent act. I’ve met a lot of kids who pull it, never one as good as her.” Agatha mentioned. Heading into the teachers work room.

Wanda stood there. Dumbfound. Was it an act? Or just how she was genuinely that innocent as a senior?

The language teacher pushed it off. Finding her way back into her class. Where she cleared off a big enough seat on the desk.

Why now was it hard to keep control? Wanda had never had this issue before. So why now? What changed?

Wanda dwelled on the thoughts while Y/N grabbed her lunch. Pulling the peach colored bag out and slamming the locker. Apologizing to the teacher who scolded her from inside a classroom.

She slowly made her way back. Not sure how she was going to handle a lunch with the teacher now that she could barely make eye contact. And when she made it back to the red head’s room, she found her lost in thought.

“Earth to Mrs. Maximoff?” She called, knocking on the door. Smiling widely at the teacher. “Did I loose you there?”

“Yeah, I was just lost in thoughts.” She smiled. Her eyes going from the papers and landing on the legs again. But quickly up further.

She took in the blush that was attempted to be hidden. Y/N had seen her staring. And yet, blushed. She liked it? Or was it just a natural response?

“So! How are the boys and the mister?” Y/N took her seat on the desk in front of Wanda’s. Pulling her legs up and crossing them. Showing off a hint of her underwear.

She didn’t wear any shorts to fuel her joke, but didn’t think this far into the day.

“Oh, boys are boys. Even when they’re grown. I do think Vis is getting bored of me,” Wanda over shared. Not thinking double about it.

Y/N frowned. “How could someone be bored of you?! You’re literally the best person alive!” The student complimented.

“You’re too sweet darling, but he’s been gone a lot more. More secretive. Distant…to a point. I’m beginning to think he wants a divorce.” Wanda continued in the topic. Wanting to know how Y/N would answer.

Y/N placed her lunch down. Getting up and standing next to Wanda. Holding her hand out. “What?” The red head fell confused. But Y/N just gestured her hand again.

And when Wanda took it, she was pulled up into a caring hug. Her arms wrapping around the girls waist. Feeling a form of comfort and safety. She let her shoulders fall and jaw unclench.

“If I was you wife, I would never do anything to loose you. You’re far to adoring for that,” Y/N said. More in an attempt to make her teacher feel better. “Plus, you could get any person in the entire world. So if he makes the worst decision in the entire world, then let him. It’s his loss.”

“Mmm, then I guess it’s a good thing it already happened.” Wanda let the truth out. Pulling back slightly. “But did you mean I could get anyone?”

Y/N was now the one confused. “You got divorced? When?!” Was her first question. Never once hearing about it.

Wanda just shook her head, a soft laugh leaving her lips. She left the hug and moved to close the door. Blocking herself for when she locked the piece of wood. “Since winter break. It was after New Years.” She answered. “Now you answer my question.”

“Right, and yes. I do believe you could get any man you wanted.” Y/N nodded. Standing by her words.

“And what if I told you it wasn’t a man?” Wanda pushed. She came back towards Y/N. Pulling her closer to the front. Right in the blind spot.

“I mean you could still probably get her. Is she single?” Y/N wanted to know more about this girl. The one she became jealous of just at the mention.

“She is, very cute, funny, charismatic, and she does her work always on time. The only thing is…I don’t know if she likes me back.” Wanda dramatically sighed. Gaining a small laugh from the girl in the skirt.

“Maybe show her, or just be straight forward and ask. The worst that could happ-,” Y/N got stopped by Wand’s lips on hers. At first it was surprise. Then shock. Finally, she melted into it. Accepting it to be a dream.

The two pulled apart. Y/N keeping her eyes closed and Wanda smiling at the sight. “I’m beginning to think she does feel the same way,” the older of the two joked.

“I know she does,” Y/N opened her eyes. Meeting the gaze of Ms. Maximoff. “I guess it was a good thing my birthday has passed, because I want to take you to dinner tonight. To celebrate a friday.” She beamed.

Really she just wanted to take the teacher to dinner, and knowing she felt the same, she could be as free as she wanted.

#wanda x reader #wandavision #elizabeth olsen #wanda maximoff #wanda marvel #gayass #wlw mood #reader insert #wanda x you #agatha harkness #darcy lewis #teacher x student

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damn-stark · 3 years

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La vie en rose pt.1

Pietro Maximoff x reader

Requested by anon “I think this is a good idea. So Pietro didn’t die in Age Of Ultron but dies in endgame so afterwards reader has same powers as wanda btw makes her own reality sorta like wandavision and they live in the town together and it’s basically just wandavision plot and jimmy woo and darcy are trying to get in meanwhile. I really hope this isn’t to long for you! Maybe you could do 2 parts if you’d like that? I just had this idea for a while thanks! 🤍”

Warning- ANGST, fluff, slight swearing, mentions of death and complete heartbreak

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“NO!”

Was it possible to feel your heartbreak, to hear the pain and agony in your ears?

One moment there was hope—hope that everything was going to be fine, that all your dreams and plans that you had made with the Pietro; the man you loved, the love of your life, was going to come true. But now there was nothing but despair as you saw his life hang by a thin line, tangled in the hand of Thanos.

“Let him go!” You growl, lifting your hands and seeing yellow hues emit from your palms as you don’t hesitate to use your powers. You dig your heels into the dirt ground and bend your wrist back to build up an energy ball and then throw it at Thanos gauntlet in a powerful stream. “Let him go!” You repeat.

Thanos gaze snaps to his gauntlet as he notices the powerful yellow hues hitting the stones, before tilting his head to look at you in stunned disbelief as he sees your eyes beginning to glow yellow as you use your other hand to shoot out more power at the stones without as much as breaking a sweat.

“I said let him go!” You bellow as you feel yourself add more strength to your attempts, seeing the yellow hues get brighter and stronger. You drift your gaze to Pietro and offer him an assuring hopeful look that he mirrors as Thanos grip around his throat falters and finally let’s him go.

Pietro at the opportunity gasps for air but doesn’t take his time to get completely better, instead he runs to you and attempts to rush you out of there, but you decline his attempts. “No, I can destroy the stones, help your sister.”

Pietro shakes his head and grabs your wrists, “I’m not leaving without you and I’m not letting this monster kill you.”

A small smile spreads on your lips and just as you’re going to respond, you feel yourself slide back as Thanos begins to use the stones against you, adding a powerful force field that blocks your actions. You snap your attention back to him and push back stronger, feeling your eyebrows pinch together and your face twist into a focused and irritated expression. It was beginning to get harder, but you pushed through and broke the force field, once again hitting the stones. Albeit Thanos didn’t like the idea and matched your attempts, aiming for your body to weaken you instead.

Pietro noticed and sped his way to stop him, in that moment in a blink of an eye missing Thanos use a stone to stop him, once again grabbing him by his throat, but this time instead effortlessly snapping his neck and looking at you with an evil smirk, knowing that what he did would stop your attempts instantly.

And it did, you stopped using your powers and ran towards Pietro's lifeless body as Thanos drops him and finds his chance to leave.

“Pietro!” You cry, dropping beside him and cradling his body, seeing his blue eyes unmoving. “Pietro?” You whimper, feeling hot tears stream down your face and an inkling of hope in your heart. But it was faint and just made up of denial.

“Pietro! Please!” You cry, brushing his hair out of his eyes and lifting him closer to you. Nothing else mattered around you, not the fight that was being fought around you, all that mattered was seeing him give any sign of life. “Pietro?”

But him giving any sign of life...was impossible.

“NO!”

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*SOME TIME LATER*

“Pietro?” You call out, feeling your smile begin to fall as you don’t hear him respond, or see him anywhere around. “Pietro? Where are you?” Your heart begins to pick up its pace and you pick up your pace as you search the house. “Pietro?”

You stop at the center of the living room and let out a deep exhale to think clearly, to check over your surroundings, to feel him—

“Y/N.”

At the sound of Pietro's voice by your ear you jump and let out a small gasp before spinning around as you grab your chest. “Pietro, what the hell?”

Said man snickers and steps back, keeping his hands hidden behind his back. “You called.”

“Yeah,” you sigh with relief, “you weren’t around, I was beginning to worry.”

“Oh, well, there's a good explanation for that,” Pietro says as he begins to approach you with a mischievous grin on his lips, “I went to get you something.”

“Oh?” You quiered, lifting a brow and placing your hands on your hips as your eyes drop to his hidden hands. “You got me something, or did you “take something without buying?”

Pietro shrugs and begins to walk around you slowly, making sure to keep facing you. “It’s just a friendly contribution for saving the world. It’s well deserved.”

You chuckle and turn with him to keep your eyes on him. “What did you get me?”

“Close your eyes.” He commands.

You do so without hesitation and feel the warmth of Pietros hand wrap yours to pull them from your sides and keep them out in front of you. Anticipation begins to brew at the pit of your stomach at not knowing what it was, you feel yourself smile nervously wanting to take a peek, but before you could try he places something silky and long on your hands and speaks up. “Open them.”

Doing so, you instantly look down and see a pretty white silk dress; your mouth falls open in awe and you carefully grab the sleeves of the dress to lift it and get a full view of the dress. “Pietro this is beautiful.”

“It’s for our date,” he reveals softly. “Do you need help putting it on?”

You flicker your gaze up to him and grin brightly.

“I’ll go slow,” he quips softly with a smirk, “I know you like it when I go slow.”

You cup his cheek and shake your head. “How about I surprise you?”

“Fine,” he sighs in defeat. “Until then I’ll get everything ready.”

You part away and do you as you had told him, taking some time to get ready even if you could do it within seconds with your powers.

And at first, after you had finished getting ready, you were nervous to go downstairs and reunite with him—he still just had that effect on you. But as you thought of it, as you thought clearly, there was nothing to be nervous about, this was Pietro, the same man you were cellmates with while in hydra, the same man you fought by in Sokovia and Berlin, he was the same man you went in hiding with, and the same man you fell in love with. He was your Pietro. So you confidently walked to the top stairs, grabbed onto the railing and saw Pietro speed to the end of the stairs to wait for you to walk down.

He had on a nice suit and had a bouquet of roses in his hand that didn’t outshine the charming grin on his face—in the furthest corner of your mind, you knew this was wrong, but seeing this, seeing him do things like this made you happy and reminded you of him, you couldn’t let go of him yet. Not yet.

You grin brightly and feel your heart flutter. “Pietro.”

“My love.” He muttered softly.

You continue to walk down the stairs to meet him below, grabbing his hand as he offered it to you, while with his the other hand he handed you the bouquet of white roses.

“You look absolutely breathtaking.” He whispered in your ear after he had leaned in.

You grab onto his hand tighter and smile wider, “you do too.” Your eyes drift to the living room where the couch’s and the tv were replaced by a fancy candlelight dinner setup, causing you to gasp softly and take a moment to take in what he had set up. “Wow, Pietro,” you look back at him to complement his work, but it’s at that moment you look at him that you see his face as it was when he died; pale and lifeless. You tear your gaze away and cover your mouth out of the shock and fear.

Pietro notices and of course questions it. “Y/N, are you okay? Did you not like something?”

You swallow thickly and shake your head, peeking at him and noticing he was back to normal. “No, no, I loved it. I do.”

Pietro sighs, “good it took me long to plan.”

“I love it.” You repeat as you fully turn your head to look at him. “Thank you.”

Pietro stops by the table and you set down the roses, admiring the table he had set up and feeling the corner of your lips slowly tug back into a smile. “Pietro—”

“My love would you have this dance with me?”

You turn around and see him with his hand out towards you, he smiles and then you feel a breeze as he goes to quickly turn on the music that was meant to be on before.

“Now will you have this dance with me?” He asks again more confidently. “Is that how I’m supposed to ask?”

You nod, “yes you are and yes I will have this dance with you.” You take his hand and he pulls you to the middle of the room, not taking long to grab onto your waist and pull you close to him.

“I put on those old songs you like to hear.” He points out as the tune slowly plays.

“I like?” You queried, “or you like?”

“Both. We both like them.”

You express a lighthearted huff of air and begin to move with him as you both begin to sway to the music. The talking stops and the song only sounds around the house, you press yourself closer to him to rest your head on his shoulder whilst you grabbed onto him tighter out of fear he’d disappear. You inhale in deeply to take in that smell of the fancy cologne he loved to wear, to take in the smell of his shampoo he used, to remember what it felt when you smelt it when he was really alive.

“I miss you,” you sigh out with tears stinging your eyes.

“Miss me?” Pietro scoffs in a joking tone, “I’m right here.”

You swear under your breath at your accidental comment, lifting your head and parting away far enough to look into his blue eyes. “I know, I just meant like miss you when you’re gone.”

Pietro narrows his gaze on you but he doesn’t find your comment strange, (you didn’t let him find it strange) instead he makes it out as a joke and laughs. “Well you know I always come back to you as fast as I can.”

“Yeah, I know,” you whisper with a crack in your voice. “I love you, Pietro, so much. I love you.”

“You’re making me blush,” he responds smugly, cupping your cheeks and offering you a sweet smile, “I love you.”

Tears roll down your cheeks and you can’t help but not to cry at the words he uttered. And when he noticed your tears, he smiled brighter and wiped them off. “Don’t cry, I’m right here, it’s okay, I’m right here. I’ll always be by your side so you don’t have to miss me too much. Even if I do love that sentiment.”

Your bottom lip trembles, but to stop yourself from crying you pull him in for a passionate kiss, cupping his cheeks and feeling him smile under the kiss. He grips onto you tighter and deepens the kiss, stopping the both of you from dancing to focus on the kiss. Reminding you by every passing second that you never wanted this to end….

And yet an urgent knock on the door stopped the moment. Pietro parted away and rolled his eyes, focusing on the door and scoffing. “Who could it be?”

You shrug, feeling just as clueless as him, “I don’t know, let’s go check.”

“Is it Wanda? If it is, tell my sweet sister that she chose the most terrible time to come visit.” Pietro remarks as he stays in the living room as you go to open the door; seeing not Wanda, nor Vision, but two strangers that seemed just as surprised as you, or even more so.

“Hello, how can I help you?”

“Oh, wow,” a woman with glasses gasps as she studies you, “you look amazing. Damn it I missed this scene.”

You blink and laugh nervously, “what? What do you mean?”

“Y/N, who is it?” Pietro asks out loud.

“Just solicitors, please go get Wanda, Pietro.”

Without question he does as you say and the man and woman in front of you grow pale and shake their head.

“Who are you?” You repeat in a more threatening voice.

The man steps forward and you move to block his path.

“I’m Agent Woo and this Doctor Darcy,” he reveals, making you freeze.

“What?”

#marvel #avengers #pietro maximoff #pietro maximoff imagine #Pietro maximoff imagines #pietro maximoff x reader #pietro maximoff x y/n #pietro maximoff fanfiction #marvel imagines #marvel imagine #avengers imagine #marvel infinity war #avengers imagines #maximoff twins #jimmy woo #darcy lewis #wandavision

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khaotunng · 3 years

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So I was looking at our man Jimmy Woo’s wiki page because seeing him again reminded me how much I liked him and—

It’s also implied that Woo would like to be casual friends with Lang by saying that he would like to have lunch sometime shortly after releasing him house arrest.

Did we watch the same scene I will not stand for this erasure!! agent Jimmy Woo asked reformed thief part time superhero Scott Lang out on a date after being charmed by antman’s card tricks and that’s final

#ERASURE!!! qkdbwihehe #IT WAS CLEARLY A DATE #seriously I thought it was seriously a ‘aha he’s gay and you’ll never see him again representation wins!!’ thing #guess they need to keep him str8 for wandavision #jimmy woo #antman #aatw #scott lang #mcu #marvel #wandavision #wandavision spoilers #james e woo #paul rudd #antman and the wasp

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ynscrazylife · 3 years

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the jealous / overprotective types of tropes you alwayd write them so well!!! if i could request a darcy x reader? maybe reader is 4th of their lil group (monica and jimmy) AND darcy little crush on reader explodes when jimmy makes a few cute flirts to r? 😩

Thank you so much!

Puppy Growls

Summary: Darcy becomes jealous and overprotective when Jimmy flirts with Y/N, leading to her growling and Y/N thinking that she’s absolutely adorable.

It’s never a dull day at SWORD, that’s for sure. They had made some progress in the Westview case, with being able to identify the citizens inside the town and getting Monica back. However, there was one addition that struck Darcy Lewis, an astrophysicist who had gotten called in for this case, especially. Someone new had come to help out, and that someone was Y/N Y/L/N, a former SHIELD agent and had once been a childhood friend of Wanda’s. SWORD thought that Y/N, being a reminder of Wanda’s old life, would help her stop whatever was happening in the town of Westview, New Jersey.

As soon as Y/N had come onto the team, she and Darcy hit it off. She became close friends with Darcy, Monica, and Jimmy, joining their little group, and Darcy had begun to have a crush on Y/N. What she didn’t know was that Y/N had a crush on Darcy, too, but neither of the women had plans to confess it.

That is until something else happened.

Darcy wasn’t the only one with a crush on Y/N - Jimmy had one, too, and he seemed to have made the decision that he was going to try and see if Y/N liked him back. This left Monica being the only one in the group doing actual work for their case, but she couldn’t deny that she was amused by what was happening.

Monica was typing away at her computer, Darcy was snacking and keeping up on the WandaVision show, and Y/N and Jimmy worked on continuing to identify people that were in the show. Remember how I said that Monica was the only one getting actual work done, though? Yeah - remember that.

“Wow, Y/N, I’m impressed,” Jimmy said with a grin.

Darcy immediately looked up to see what was happening.

“Oh?” Y/N said, pausing in the middle of writing someone’s name to look up at the FBI agent.

“Yeah, I mean, you have such a great smile,” Jimmy complimented.

Darcy nearly combusted.

“Oh, thank you, Agent Woo,” Y/N said, unable to keep from giggling.

“Please, call me Jimmy,” he insisted.

Monica rolled her eyes at Jimmy’s painful attempts to flirt, but caught sight of Darcy and stifled a chuckle when she heard a very small growl come from the brunette. The scientist’s eyes were locked on Y/N and Jimmy and, Monica doubting that Darcy would be going back to the WandaVision, pulled it up on her computer so she could make note if anything important happened.

Jimmy and Y/N seemed clueless to Darcy’s growl or the fact that they were being watched, though. Their talking fell into a silence, the only sounds heard being the WandaVision sitcom, the scratch of pencils against paper, and Darcy’s loud chip chomping. Jimmy wasn’t done with flirting, though.

After a couple of minutes, Jimmy piped up. “Y/N, your eyes are stunning. Are they the ocean? ‘Cause I think I might get lost in them.”

Y/N giggled and ducked her head, blushing, and Darcy nearly popped her chip bag. Monica glanced over, about to intervene, when Darcy stood up and made a beeline over to Y/N and Jimmy. The Captain decided to stay quiet, wanting to see what would happen.

Darcy gave Y/N a smile and a harsh glare at Jimmy, before she clamped her hands over Y/N’s ears and gave Jimmy a low growl, something he stepped back because of. Y/N giggled again - which was music to the scientist’s ears - and shrugged her friend’s hands away. “What are you doing? Why are you growling?” She asked with a smile, through her laughter.

Darcy looked at her innocently. “Whatcha talkin’ about?” She asked.

Y/N titled her head, giving Darcy a look that clearly said ‘You’re not fooling me’. Monica noticed that Darcy was stumbling and took matters into her own hands. She stood up and gracefully walked over to her friends, yanking Jimmy’s arm and pulling him into another room.

The door slamming shut made Darcy jump, as it pulled her from her thoughts. Seeing Y/N continuing to look at her, she relented. “Jimmy’s flirting with you,” Darcy mumbled, realizing that answer probably made no sense.

Y/N scrunched her face up and spared a glance at the door. “Huh? No, he wasn't. He was just complimenting me,” she said.

Darcy blinked, giving her a stunned look. “Wow, you really are oblivious,” she said, drawling it out. Y/N playfully rolled her eyes at her. “Y/N, he was flirting with you! Trust me, I saw it.”

Y/N considered her words. “That doesn’t explain why you’re growling,” she pointed out.

Darcy sighed and in her head she thought, Shit. “I was, er, growling cause . . . I was jealous,” she said, not even realizing until now that she was growling. When she saw Y/N’s confused face, she elaborated. “I was jealous cause Jimmy was flirting with you and it’s obvious he likes you and I . . . I have a crush on you.”

Y/N nearly fell out of her chair when she heard that, and completely abandoned her work. Her mind was swirling. Ohmygodohmygodohmygod. She stood up, pushing her chair away, and slowly turned to Darcy who was looking at her with a nervous expression and was playing with her hands. After she got over the shock, Y/N grinned.

“Darcy, how could I not like someone who made such cute puppy growls?”

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Fandom: WandaVision Pairing: Darcy Lewis/Jimmy Woo Rating: T

Summary: Darcy has no idea what the hell’s going on with this WandaVision thing, but neither does Jimmy. It’s kinda fun to have somebody to binge-watch alternate reality TV with.

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Darcy, Jimmy, and Monica have been working their way across Westview in as straight a line as possible, knocking on every door in every cute little cul-de-sac in their path. It was Jimmy who asserted they should never put their backs to a dangerous situation, but Monica who overruled that statement, pointing out that they were more likely to stay focused if they didn’t keep staring at the fight in the sky.

Darcy thinks they were both right. There’s a tingle rippling up and down the back of her neck, like she gets when she’s up in the middle of the night, spooked by shadows her anxious, overtired mind is too eager to turn into monsters, but the heebie-jeebies give her the energy to work quickly. She takes on an entire crescent on her own, readying people for a departure she’s certain they’ve been longing for. As she’s coming out the crescent’s other end, she realizes the Hex is getting brighter; the red storm clouds are being sucked back into themselves to leave a thin daylight.

Standing at the corner, she watches Jimmy and Monica emerge from the street opposite. Darcy jogs over, wincing. Wanda could’ve put orthotics in these Escape Artist boots. They’re blistering her feet.

“This has to be a good sign, right?” she asks, motioning to the calm skies.

“Look,” Monica instructs. She jerks her chin and Darcy and Jimmy follow her line of sight to see Wanda, Vision, and the twins coming up the main road.

Darcy gasps.

Wanda’s gone from bumming-around-the-house sweats to battle-ready chic. With her armour-like bodice, gloves that leave those magic fingers free, and an usually-shaped tiara framing her forehead, she’s both intimidating and otherworldly. But she’s smiling. Darcy would call it a sad smile and it hurts her heart to see it, even though she doesn’t understand.

As Wanda passes them with her hand held fast in Vision’s, she turns her head to nod at Monica. It’s in her eyes too, the same thing that’s in her smile. Something tired but present. Gone are the comedically darting glances of her persona as the bumbling new girl in town and the frazzled energy of a mom trying to corral a couple of superkids. It looks like she’s finally letting go of the illusion/delusion.

“Can we do anything for her?” Jimmy asks as the family continues on down the middle of the street.

“No,” Monica says. “The rest is for Wanda to do on her own.”

“We might as well head back towards the center of town,” Darcy says. “We don’t need to waste time at the edges. They’ll be the first to wake up.”

She points to where the Hex is shimmering on the horizon. The seconds pass and the shimmer looks messier, a weave of overlapping wires fritzing with energy. The edge is coming closer, but unlike when Wanda pushed the boundary farther, closing it around Darcy and her S.W.O.R.D. nemeses, this isn’t menacing. Wanda’s powers are no longer looking to consume more territory, they’re contracting. Faster than the incoming wave of the walls, the Hex goes dark. The red glow is intensely magical in the sudden night.

The three of them fan out, hitting the houses in their new route, and make their way back to the town square. They’ve been telling everyone to remain in their homes until they receive further instructions to evacuate, but Darcy spots a figure on the sidewalk by the department story. It’s Agnes, except… not as they saw her lately. No wild hair or billowing, layered outfit. No levitation. Darcy’s wary in the face of the woman who appears so much like her former self, the one supposedly under Wanda’s control. This Agnes has a damn Peter Pan collar poking out of her sweater! She couldn’t look much less threatening.

“What do you think?” she asks Monica when she joins her.

“I don’t know.” Monica peers across the street at Agnes in the dark and when Agnes notices, she flashes a wide smile.

“Well, maybe we should— Hey, no, wait!”

But the Captain strides across to meet Agnes. Darcy almost follows in her idol’s wake, but she quickly remembers that Monica has powers to protect herself that far exceed the right hook Darcy used to drop Agent Handcuffs. Whatever Agnes’s deal is, Darcy knows she’s an entirely different kind of beast from an asshole S.W.O.R.D. agent.

“What’s going on there?” Jimmy wonders, coming up beside her.

Thanks to the stress of trying to speak to as many citizens as possible in a short amount of time, including looking dozens of people still under mind control in the eye and aching for their lack of agency, the fear of and for Wanda as she witnessed that clash in the sky, and, really, the car crash that’s still pretty recent, Darcy reacts to her boyfriend’s presence by wrapping her arms around him tightly. With his tie pressed to her cheek, she feels him hug her back.

“I don’t know,” she says, carrying on the conversation without pulling away an inch, “but Monica’s finding out.”

“Agnes looks like an average Westviewer again. It’s disconcerting.”

“She must’ve been faking right up until she went head-to-head with Wanda.”

“And now she’s one of them for real.”

“Seems like,” Darcy agrees.

When Monica returns to confirm Agnes’s newly mind-controlled status, Darcy peels herself most of the way away from Jimmy, leaving her arm around his back, beneath his FBI jacket. He rests his arm around her shoulders.

“I don’t know what we do with her,” Monica says, hands on her hips. “We can’t undo what Wanda did, but do we leave Agnes here in Westview, trusting that she isn’t able to hurt anyone? Do we bring her in?”

“If it’s beyond our power to help her, maybe we just leave her here,” Jimmy suggests. “Wanda knows where she is, so we let Agnes stay in a place she can be found when or if Wanda decides to release her.”

“It’s tricky,” Darcy says slowly. “Agnes is capable of doing so much damage, and I’m sure she’s going to get good and angry while Wanda has her trapped inside herself. You and I know how that feels,” she says to Monica. “But that Agnes is secure—as far as we know—inside Sitcom Agnes, like little Agnes nesting dolls. I don’t know if this is the kind of punishment she deserves for pushing Wanda to the brink, but I do know it’s not going to be pretty if that inner Agnes is unleashed with nobody around to mitigate the consequences.”

“Sentient Weapon Observation and Response Division,” Monica says softly.

“Hmm?”

“S.W.O.R.D. That’s what we’re supposed to stand for. I think, without Tyler Hayward around, it’s high time S.W.O.R.D. went back to its roots of trying to understand exceptional people, circumstances, and technology instead of just attacking them.”

“Sounds as though you might have a plan, Captain,” Jimmy says. Darcy glances at his face and catches his small, knowing smile.

Monica beams back.

“The former Director may have kicked me off the base, but I’m still S.W.O.R.D. and I still believe in my mother’s original goals for the organization.”

“Hey, it’s your legacy,” Darcy says. “You have my vote for Director.”

“You want to put Agnes under S.W.O.R.D. observation?” Jimmy asks.

“Not just Agnes. Not if Wanda’s willing to listen.”

With the sky rapidly lightening, Monica roughs out a plan that involves a partnership between S.W.O.R.D. and Wanda Maximoff. A partnership because any other dynamic would surely fail. After what they all witnessed today, it’s obvious that someone as powerful as Wanda can’t be held against her will. In exchange for Wanda making reparations to the people and town of Westview (not the least of which will be repairing all physical damage, which Monica knows Wanda’s capable of, since there’s no longer a Monica-sized hole in her living room wall) and an agreement to be held in the custody of S.W.O.R.D., under the leadership of Director Monica Rambeau, Monica thinks she has plenty to offer Wanda.

“You think she’ll do that deal?” Jimmy asks.

“That’s my question too,” Darcy says. “I mean, without the deal, Wanda can go where she pleases, right?”

“But she’ll be alone,” Monica counters. “We know what her loved ones mean to her. That’s what all this has been about—Wanda doing whatever it takes in order to go through life less alone.”

“What can you give her?”

“Vision,” Jimmy says abruptly. “The other one, the one who left. You think he’ll be back.”

“I think he’ll want answers,” Monica agrees. “Whatever Hayward did to him, he did at S.W.O.R.D. and I’m betting that Wanda will see that’s her best chance to reunite with Vision.”

“Vision will come back,” Darcy says, putting it together, “and Wanda will be there waiting.”

“And in the meantime, we use her expertise as we continue our work in a… more transparent vein. Give her access, keep her busy.”

“Keep her happy,” Jimmy cuts in. Monica nods her acknowledgement.

“Yes. Show her what it’s like to help people again. What better way to remind her there’s more to the world than her artificial paradise than to have her consult on the work we’re doing in space?”

“If you need somebody to sell Wanda on the space angle, I’m your girl,” Darcy volunteers.

“I’ve already had some ideas about that,” Monica promises with a smile.

Her eyes focus beyond Darcy and Jimmy and they turn to see what she’s looking at. Black hood drawn up over her head, Wanda’s walking back into the downtown. Alone. Darcy hopes that the fact that she’s black-hatted doesn’t mean she’s already decided against working to redeem herself to rejoin the good guys.

“You better stay in touch too,” Monica tells Jimmy, shifting as she prepares to intercept Wanda.

“If you reach out to Darcy, I’m sure I won’t be far,” he says. Darcy’s heart performs quick, happy thumps.

With that, Monica walks purposely towards Wanda. Darcy watches her cautious body language and Wanda’s tension in response to being accosted, but there isn’t any visible escalation. When FBI vehicles and the team Darcy assumes belongs to Major Goodner roll up the street, Wanda doesn’t flee. Darcy looks to Jimmy.

“You better go take charge,” she suggests.

He gives her a bashful smile.

“I will in a minute. The evacuation should run like clockwork after all the prep we did. With the Hex removed, everyone’s free.”

“They’re free, I’m free…”

“Are you free Saturday?” The smile’s a little slyer now.

“After all this, I don’t even know what day of the week it is,” Darcy admits, “but yes.”

He laughs.

“What are you thinking?” she asks, twisting to face him as his hand moves from her shoulder to her waist. “Quiet night in watching TV?”

“You know, I think I need a break from TV for a while. How about a movie?”

Darcy grins.

“You buy the tickets, I’ll buy the snacks?”

“Deal,” Jimmy says, and smiles against her mouth when he ducks his head to kiss her.

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ghostofskywalker · 3 years

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When in Westview - 3

Jimmy Woo/Fem!Reader

Words: 1,793

Fic Summary: When SWORD is at its end trying to figure out what’s going on in Westview, they call in one of the Avengers to help. But even you can’t seem to figure out everything around you.

This chapter covers the events of episode six “All-New Halloween Spooktacular.” Some dialogue from the show is used.

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You could barely hold in your anger as you burst into the tent with Monica, following Hayward. “In what twisted dimension would you think that was a good idea?” you said, and he barely gave you a second glance.

“You cut us off at the knees, sending in that missile,” Monica added, and you watched as the drone was placed on a lab table, scarlet threads of Wanda’s magic still swirling around it.

“Now we know who we’re dealing with,” Hayward answered, turning back to look at the two of you with an expressionless look on his face.

Before you could say anything else, Jimmy and Darcy entered the tent. “Hey, there he is,” Darcy said. “ The guy who almost got murdered by his own murder squad.”

You bit back a laugh, but Hayward was not amused. “You work for me?”

“I actually don’t know.”

“She’s with me,” Monica said, and you nodded.

“I see. And which one of you is the sassy best friend?”

You were about to chew him out for that remark, but Jimmy stepped forward and spoke first. “There is no time for you to diminish your colleagues when you’re about to start a war you can’t win.”

But Hayward was only getting angrier. “Maximoff was never gonna negotiate with us. We take her out, this whole nightmare ends.”

“We don’t know that,” you cut into the conversation. “We actually have no idea what will happen in there or out here if Wanda dies. You can’t just shoot first and ask questions later, or it will only get worse for us.”

“So, what? We just surrender to that?” Hayward raised his voice, pointing out to the Hex, its red force field a constant reminder of why you were here in the first place. “Not happening.”

“We can’t outgun her,” Monica said. “And clearly antagonizing her is only making things worse. If Wanda is the problem, she has to be our solution.”

But nothing seemed to get through to Hayward. “Captain Rambeau, you have become an impediment to this mission,” he said, and you knew where this was going. “Constantly advocating on behalf of super-powered individuals. Yes, I know your history with Carol Danvers. You know, you people who left, still have the luxury of optimism. You have no idea what it was like. What it took to keep the lights on. Maybe it’s a good thing you weren’t here when your mother died, because clearly you don’t have the stomach for this job.”

Monica’s mouth dropped open in shock, and you were appalled at the nerve he had. “You don’t get to spout that rhetoric at me,” you said, rage burning inside you. “Because I was here too, for those five years. I know what it was like, and yeah you were working at SWORD, but how much of a stake did you actually have in anything? Or what came after? I was there, every day, and I fought through it all. My experiences would make yours seem like fairy tales, so get off your high horse because you’re only making this worse.”

Hayward was silent for a moment, and so was the rest of the tent. “Get her off my base,” he eventually said, pointing to you. “Now. All of them.”

You could have put up a fight, but it wasn’t worth it. “Hayward is way overstepping his provisional authority,” Jimmy said as the soldiers led you outside.

“He was looking for a reason to sideline us,” Monica said. “He’s up to something.”

They stopped you at a transport vehicle, one that looked more like a portable prison than anything else. “Let’s go. Everybody in!” one of the soldiers said, and you exchanged glances with Jimmy and Monica in unspoken agreement.

Jimmy threw the first punch, and you instantly jumped into action. Kicking one of the soldiers in the stomach, you slammed another one into the transport vehicle and knocked him out. You grabbed his gun right as felt someone come up behind you, so you whipped around and hit the soldier on the head. His body dropped to the ground as you looked up to see Monica and Jimmy had taken care of the rest.

Darcy looked at the three of you. “Why didn’t anyone tell me the plan?” she whisper-yelled.

Jimmy turned to look at you. “You okay?” he asked, and you nodded.

“Let’s move,” Monica said as she started to drag the bodies of the unconscious soldiers into one of the trailers. You picked up some SWORD ponchos that were laying around and handed one out to everyone. Soon the last of the soldiers were in the trailer, and now it was time to break back in.

***

Under the cover of darkness and your new (and questionably stylish) ponchos, you suck back through the base, all the way back to where Wanda’s broadcast was being played constantly. There were large machines all around, collecting whatever data they could. Thankfully, there was no one inside when the four of you walked in. There was a man on the screen, but you didn’t know who he was.

“Who is that?” Monica spoke what you were thinking.

“Wanda’s brother came to town,” Jimmy said as he walked by, and you raised your eyebrows at him.

It was Darcy who spoke up at that. “He brought the wrong face,” she deadpanned.

“She’s right,” you said. “I don’t know who that is, but that’s not the Pietro I met.”

You kept watching the broadcast, but Jimmy called everyone’s attention. “Over here,” he said.

“We shouldn’t hang out here too long,” Monica said as Darcy opened her laptop and started to connect to the equipment.

“Give me two seconds. I just need to hack into the secure network on the base,” Darcy responded, typing away on one of SWORD’s computers. “Donezo,” she said moments later, plugging a flash drive into her own computer. “Now, we should be able to access the data on Hayward’s devices.”

“I have a feeling he’s hiding something,” you said, shaking your head. “He kicked us out way too quickly.”

“Oh, that’s interesting,” Darcy said. “Guys, Hayward figured out a way to look through the boundary.”

“And he didn’t share it with the group,” Monica said, as you, her, and Jimmy leaned in to look at Darcy’s computer screen.

“Is this Wanda right here?” Jimmy asked, pointing at a flashing red dot in the middle of the screen.

Darcy shook her head. “No. The program is tracking the decay signature of vibranium.”

“Vision,” Monica said in realization, but then looked at all of you. “Wait, why is Hayward tracking Vision?”

“I don’t know,” Darcy said as she typed away on one of the lab computers. “This is all I can access so far.”

“These other dots, these are Westview residents?” Jimmy asked.

You leaned into the screen to look closer. “Probably,” you said. “I don’t know what else they could be.”

“They’re the ones in Vision’s general vicinity yes,” Darcy said, still not looking away from what she was doing.

“So Hayward must have an accurate headcount by now, and some sense of their well-being,” Jimmy said, zooming in on some of the blue dots.

“Look at those people by the edge of town,” you said. “They’re barely moving. Are they alive?”

Monica shrugged. “I don’t know. They could be something like extras, because when I was in there, I didn’t see that many people other than the ones who show up consistently in the broadcast.”

You nodded. “That makes sense. We know there’s 3,000 some-odd people in the town, but Wanda probably doesn’t have the power to fully control all of them, if it’s really her that’s controlling them in the first place, so the people on the outer edge of town are almost on standby.”

You stayed in the tent for a little longer as Darcy looked through Hayward’s files. You, Monica, and Jimmy were talking quietly when Monica’s phone started ringing. “That’s it,” she said with a smile as she looked at the screen. “My way back into the Hex will be here in an hour. Just gotta meet my guy over the ridge. Let’s roll.”

You and Jimmy started to walk out, but Darcy stopped you. “You can’t do that.” She sounded worried.

“Sure we can,” Jimmy said. “I’m a whiz at hot-wiring cars.”

“You can’t go back into the Hex.”

“Worst case scenario, Wanda removes my free will and puts me in ultra-low-rise jeans,” Monica said, and you stifled a small laugh.

But Darcy wasn’t smiling. “Hayward has your blood work,” she said, turning her computer screen so you could see. “You’ve gone through the boundary twice already, Monica. The energy inside has re-written your cells on a molecular level twice. It’s changing you.”

It was silent for a few moments, and then Monica spoke again. “I’ve seen enough lab results to last me a lifetime. Cells metastasizing, cells in remission. I know what Wanda’s feeling and I won’t stop until I help her.”

“Okay,” Darcy said.

“Okay,” you and Jimmy said at the same time, and you started to leave the room.

You were halfway out the door when you heard Darcy speak again. “But I’m staying here,” she said. Jimmy and Monica turned around, and they both spoke at the same time.

“Wait, you can’t stay here. It’s not safe.”

“What? Darcy, what are you talking about?”

“ I haven’t made it through Hayward’s last firewall,” she said. “There’s something big here. Something that can help us. I know it.”

“Fine. Fine,” Monica said, but you could tell she wasn’t happy with it. “I’ll drop you the location, you meet us out there as soon as you can.”

***

Stealing one of the SWORD transport vehicles was easy enough, and soon you were on the road to Monica’s contact. The drive was mostly silent, everything that was going on still weighing on you. And then things changed. Big time.

Monica noticed it first. “Guys. Guys do you see that? Something’s happening!” she said, and you looked out the car window. Sure enough, the barriers of Westview were expanding, and it didn’t look like it was going to slow down.

Jimmy started to panic. “It’s moving! Go! Go!”

Monica floored it, and the vehicle sped off as fast as it could go. You kept watch on it the entire time, hoping you could get where you needed to go before it swallowed you up as well.

You didn’t know how long it was, but you eventually watched as the boundary stopped expanding. You let out a breath you barely realized you were holding, but you knew that this wasn’t anywhere near over. There was still work to do.

- end of part three -

#jimmy woo #jimmy woo x reader #when in westview fic

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