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hitchell-mope · 2 days ago
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Just a reminder
Now that fantastic four are confirmed for the MCU here’s my fancast again:
Sam Claflin as Reed Richards.
Levin Rambin as Sue Storm
Mitchell Hope as Johnny Storm.
Luke Evans as Ben Grimm
Freema Agyeman as Alicia Masters
Andrew Scott as Victor Von Doom
With the exception of Johnny, I’d prefer it if Sam, Luke, Freema and Andrew retained their natural accents cause we need more accent variety in these films. Though if Mitchell’s natural accent could be worked in somehow I’d greatly appreciate it. So once again there’s my fantastic four fancast for the MCU. It probably won’t happen. But a guy can dream right?
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rosequartzwriting · 3 days ago
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A Shaking Struggle
Pairing: Doctor Strange X Reader (gender neutral) 
Description: It’s lunch date time and you pick to go to a Japanese restaurant for sushi. But there is one problem: because of his hands, Stephen can’t use chopsticks. 
Warnings: light swearing
Word Count: 1.6K
A/N: THE IDEA FOR THIS HIT ME LIKE A TRUCK AND I NEEDED TO WRITE IT ASAP! IM ACTUALLY SOBBING AT HOW ADORABLLY EMBARESSED HE WOULD BE! Enjoy lol. Also special thanks to my friend Hailey for being my beta reader for this one <3
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Walking through Greenwich Village always gave you excitement, knowing that the New York sanctum was in the area. It was also just a generally nice place to be in the city, so walking on your own to go see Stephen was always relatively peaceful. As you walked, the afternoon sun added warmth to your enthusiasm. Pretty soon you could see the sanctum in the distance, the recognizable window on the roof standing out among the other buildings. After a few minutes, you found yourself on its doorstep ready for your lunch date with its protector.
You woke up to a text from him that morning which said: I’m off in the afternoon, lunch?
No “good morning” or no “how are you this morning?”. Blunt and straight to the point, but still with his charm. You had laughed at it and replied with a simple Okay! and made sure your afternoon was cleared. Most of the time the doctor was occupied with his mystical work, but when free time came up for him he would let you know right away and ask you to hang out. 
Before you could knock, you were suddenly already inside with a rush of wind. The split second of confusion passed once you realized you were in Stephen’s office, finding him at his desk behind a book and a cup of tea wearing casual clothes. You regained your balance and held back a laugh.
“Hi!” He said with that cheeky smile, looking like he did not just teleport you from the front door into his office. 
“I thought I told you not to do that,” You said, the laugh in your voice coming through. “It’s dizzying.”
“Well, it’s funny.” He gave you an innocent look, one that you could not resist smiling at. 
“So, you ready for lunch?”
“Yeah, I just finished up some reading.” He closed the book and put it on a tall stack on the edge of his desk. “Where do you want to go?” He asked before taking a sip of his tea.
“Oh! There’s a sushi restaurant just down the street that I haven’t been to. I heard it’s really good!”
Stephen sputtered into his teacup. A sudden jerk to his hand added to the event, his shaking hand giving out and forcing him to put down the cup. You watched a little tea splash out onto the desk. He cleared his throat and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
“You alright?”
Stephen looked back up at you, “Yeah, I’m good. Sure, sushi. Let’s go!”
You smiled at him and held back a little noise of excitement. He got up from his desk and came to join you, casually offering you a hand and saying “Lead the way,” before you pulled him off to exit his office and back out into the busy street. 
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A bowl of miso soup sat in front of Stephen. He had abandoned the spoon and resorted to drinking it right out of the bowl, which he saw you doing as well which brought a feeling of comfort. Staring down at it, he saw his own reflection on the surface thanks to the lighting of the restaurant. It was like staring down into a bowl of his own shame and insecurity. 
When you had suggested sushi, Stephen tried not to choke on his drink. Sushi, Japanese restaurant, Asian food. Insecurity had overcome him in a wave. He liked Asian food, loved it, but he did not want to eat it in front of someone else. But he didn’t want to say no to you. The look of excitement in your eyes was something he never wanted to say no to. You looked like you really wanted sushi. So he decided that he had to suck it up.
He tried to distract himself. Talking with you was the best thing he could do for himself, hearing you talk eased him slightly. But he found himself zoning out, forgetting what he had asked you mere seconds ago and some of your words not making sense to him. 
Stephen had always been a tad insecure about his shaking hands, often forgetting about it thanks to his mystical work. But he had never been so overcome with the feeling until now. When he was in front of the person that he was so smitten with, one that he wanted to impress and charm. 
But the little paper package that was sitting on the table to his right was not going to let him impress you today. 
The focus that it requires to steady his hands with magic was difficult to do when he was as nervous as he felt now. Just the presence of you was throwing things off as well, so your existence was not helping at all. 
He was a master of the mystic arts and he could not steady his hands because he was too nervous. Goddammit, he thought.
“I’ve been feeling so tired, work hasn’t been kind to me.”
Stephen looked up at you and pretended like he heard everything you said. He nodded while taking another sip of his soup. He tried so hard to naturally steady his hand around the little bowl, but somehow, his hands shook harder. He desperately tried not to spill the soup.
“You okay?”
Stephen was caught off guard, “Hmm?”
“You seem tired, too.”
“Oh, yeah. I am. Been busy. Uh, things have been crazy.”
Stephen began to talk about a few things that had come up for him recently. Seeing you genuinely interested in what he was saying, resting your chin on your palm while looking up at him with sweet eyes, was enough to ease his nerves just a little. And the talking helped as well, he made sure to exaggerate just a tiny bit to stroke his own ego.
But then a waiter came over with your orders of food. A litter verity of maki rolls, some nigiri pieces, and tempera pieces in a little basket. The way your eyes lit up made Stephen smile, but there was a hint of hesitation on his face. 
Any trace of comfort was gone from him and you were already opening your packet of chopsticks.
Shit, he thought. 
He went to pick up his own.
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You were so hungry and so excited that you already had your chopsticks ready. Everything looked so good you did not know where to start. You looked between everything, “Okay, what one do we try first?”
You heard the clatter of wood on the table. Looking across the table, Stephen had dropped his chopsticks. There was this look of dread on his face. He then quickly picked them back up again, tore the two sticks apart with a frustrated jerk, and tried to place them in the correct position between his fingers.
He was struggling to even hold them. 
Then you realized that for all the time you have known this man, from dating for a couple of months to the time of being friends before that, you have never seen this man with a pair of chopsticks. The reason was obvious once you remembered the state of his hands.
“Do you... do you need some help there?” You asked, words laced with a laugh that threatened to burst out. 
“No no, I’m fine.”
You could tell that it was not fine.
He had managed to place each of the sticks in a correct and comfortable position, but it looked like it took some effort to even keep them in place. You seriously doubted he could pick something up with those. 
“You sure?” You asked, trying oh so hard not to laugh. 
Stephen let out a heavy sigh and put the chopsticks down. “Okay, I promise you I know how to use chopsticks. I just avoid them cause it’s not fun watching me struggle,”
“You could have just told me,” You replied, still desperately holding in a laugh. But the smirk and growing smile on your face was betraying you. 
“Cause it’s embarrassing,” He said in a low tone, rubbing his forehead in the self-annoyance.
This poor man had this look in his blue eyes resembling that of a helpless puppy. 
“Stephen, it’s okay. You can use your hands. It’s actually considered alright.” You giggled. You put your chopsticks down and picked up a roll with your fingers, just to make him feel more comfortable.
He sighed relief and a weight was visibly lifted from his shoulders. You had not noticed the tightness to him until it was gone, you assumed it was from him being tired from work. He picked up a roll with his fingers himself and you both tried it together. After mutual agreement of how good the food was, you both continued to chat in-between bites. 
“When I was first studying in Kathmandu, I was mostly fine because most food is just eaten with your hands. But when it came to chopsticks, I gave up and resorted to spoons and forks.”
“So you were the white guy eating with a fork?” You snickered.
“Hey, I told you. I know how to use them! I’m just physically challenged, okay.”
You finally let that laugh out and he ended up laughing along with you.
“Wait, aren’t you able to steady your hands a little though? Use a bit of magic?”
“Too nervous. Can’t hold it properly.”
You raised your eyebrow, “Doctor Stephen Strange, nervous? Wow, that’s new.”
“It’s your fault.”
“I make you nervous?”
“Yes.”
“Aww, really?”
He shrugged shyly.
You found that fact very amusing. That the person he was dating, you, could make him so nervous and make him fear embarrassing himself in front of could break down his huge ego. He’s the cutest, you thought.
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rosequartzwriting · 6 days ago
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The Agent and Her Sorcerer
Pairing: Doctor Strange X Fem!Reader
Description: You, an agent who works with The Avengers, comes back to the compound to find that Doctor Strange has brought you coffee.
Warnings: mentions of drinking and doing the dirty
Word Count: 2.4K
A/N: Originally posted on Quotev | Things have been busy, so has mental heath things, so idk when new things will come out. I love this piece tho so I hope this makes up for it. 
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Technically a sequel to The Sorcerer and The Agent
When you stepped off the jet and onto the landing, you let out a long breath of relief. That field mission was finally over. It was an early call that got you out of bed before the sun came up. Too early for your body to function, but with the encouragement of coffee and Captain Rogers forcing you out of bed, you conquered the task. You checked your phone for the time, it was now around noon. You were ready to sit down, maybe even take a nap. You desperately needed a break.
But you knew you would not be able to rest.
Tony was already on your ass. He came out of nowhere, scaring the life back into you, and shoved a tablet in your hands. "Before you file your report, you got another one."
You groaned, falling into step beside him to make your way into the building. "Already?"
Tony pushed a few things on your tablet and an image came up. It was one of the objects you had recovered from this morning's mission. On the side was a stream of jumbled letters and numbers.
"Decoding, seriously?"
Tony shrugged, with a grin on his face that you wanted to punch off. "Hey, you're best for the job."
"Can't FRIDAY just run through it?"
"Where's the fun in that?"
You glared at him.
"Come on, you got this."
You rolled your eyes, "Fine. Only because it might give us a new lead."
"Atta girl! Don't stress yourself out."
You were already stressed.
"Oh and by the way, someone in the lounge is here to see you."
After a brief moment of surprise, you knew who it was. Tony saw the smile appear on your face, then winked at you. You rolled your eyes at him.
You tucked the tablet under your arm and made your way to the lounge. Maybe you were getting a little break before continuing for the day after all. A small amount of energy that came from your happiness pushed you forwards.
When you got there, sure enough, there he was.
"Hey, I thought you might want coffee."
You chuckled. Of course you wanted coffee.
Stephen Strange had a coffee tray in his hands that had two cups in it. He was standing around looking a little awkward, a little out of place at the compound. He looked relived to see you, as if anyone else in the doorway would made him embarrassed. His serious demeanor was no where in sight, a hint of warmth in his cheeks.
He wasn't wearing his sorcerer robes, but casual clothes. A jacket, dark jeans, sneakers, a t-shirt, simple things that you got to see him in more often now. You liked it. Very much.
Without any hesitation, you made your way over to him. Giving him a big smile the entire way. You put your tablet down so you could take the cup he was holding out for you. "Thank you." Your gloved hands brushed against his bare shaking ones. The contact was enough to widen your smile.
"Don't mention it."
"Hi! How are you? What's new?" You asked him, leaning one hand on a table and sipping your coffee with the other.
Stephen let out a breath, "Well this morning I helped to try and close a dimensional rip in space time. If we hadn't managed to close it then it would have swallowed an entire country."
"Sounds exciting, Doctor." You hid a smirk behind a look of playfully exaggerated interest.
"Oh it was." He was trying to hide a smirk too, "How about you, Agent (L/N)?" His cheek twitched, trying desperately to not let that smirk slide through.
"Well I just came back from a mission in London where an very well hidden Hydra base was found. There were a few of their agents there, kicked some ass, and managed to recover some of their tech and files. You know, normal things."
"This is a very casual conversation despite its content." He commented.
You both broke after that, smirks turning into fits of chuckles. You reached up and kissed him on the cheek.
The two of you were developing into a 'thing' recently. Whenever he would come to the compound, you would have your eye on him. And you could feel his eye on you as well. It had been going back and forth for a while, finding excuses to talk to each other and purposely being in the same room as one another. Casual attraction.
You noticed the little details in him. Taking every opportunity to make a snarky comment during meetings. Dedication and a 'cool calm' overtaking him whenever disusing anything serious. His gaze of sparkling blue, sharp features, and welcoming smile. The very presence of him either made your heart stop or quicken, sometimes both simultaneously.
Whenever you were both having a conversation, whether for work or just friendly chatter, you found yourself entranced by him. His voice, his gorgeous face, his personality. Not casual attraction anymore, you were sightly obsessed.
But there was always this look in his eyes, that he recognized your attraction to him. And a look that told you he had similar emotions. You just knew it. You paid attention to him. You noticed him paying attention to you with interest, catching him staring on occasion.
Things had went from zero to one hundred at a party that Tony threw last week. You had a little too much to drink. Stephen did too. You found yourselves alone. Things escalated from there. You woke up the next morning in his bed in the New York sanctum, cuddled in his arms. You both went out for breakfast that morning. He took you out for dinner a day after.
Ever since then, he shows up at the compound when he can, or calls you to ask how you are doing. Work for both of you has gotten pretty busy lately so finding time to go out together was hard. But you promised each other another date as soon as you both were free.
This was a long time coming, you both knew that. All it took was one little push. But you did not expect that push to be a little alcohol. It happened anyways, so you decided to take it without complaints.
Stephen looked around, making sure no one else was in the room to intrude. After confirming, he leaned down and stole a kiss from you. You giggled and let him, leaning up into him. He pulled away to let you have another sip of your coffee.
He wasn't drinking from his own cup. You felt his eyes on you. It did not take long to figure out why. You were still in your uniform, one that is similar to Natasha's. Black bodysuit, weapons belt. Skin tight. A blush crept up on your face, some memories coming back from that night. He has seen you wearing this before, but now his gaze had a different weight to it.
"Liking the view, Strange?" You asked with a raised eyebrow and mischief glittering in your eyes.
He shrugged, "Now that I know what it all looks like, I like the view even more." Casual. Calm. Cocky.
You playfully smacked him on the shoulder, bringing his hint of a smile into light. Tucking the tablet under your arm, coffee in one hand and Stephen's own hand in another, you pulled him over to one of the couches. The two of you sat down. "I have a little tech and paperwork to do right now. You're welcome to stay while I do it, if you're free."
He relaxed beside you, an arm slinging over the back of the couch. "I've got time. Wong is watching the Sanctum, I have the afternoon off."
"Maybe if I finish early we can go out?" You asked with a perky smile.
He gestured to your open tablet. "Better get to work then." You laughed, quickly kissed him, and did get to work. You explained to him your tasks, the decoding you needed to do and then fill out your mission report file. He seemed interested, looking over your shoulder the whole time as you explained your process. He watched you complete the decoding, send the results to the cloud, and start typing away at your morning's mission report.
Stephen's presence behind you the entire time was comforting, taking away some of the stress of your busy work. His warmth and the smell of coffee in the air made you content. You felt him start to fiddle with the tails of your hair, you jokingly swatting him away before he went right back to it.
During the breakfast date, and the dinner date, you saw more little things about him you liked. There was curiosity and interest in his eyes. Behind that serious shell was gentleness and kindness, a full heart who thinks for others. It was like after that night, you got to see the real Stephen Strange, not the Sorcerer Supreme. He was a gentle lover, even drunk, making sure you were comfortable the entire time. Eating out together, he was a gentleman. Seeing him around the compound, he seemed to be smiling more.
You never knew the great Doctor Stephen Strange was a total softy. It made you like him even more.
While writing, you found yourself putting extra care into reviewing the mission and its details. This may have been caused by knowing Stephen was watching your every move and you wanted to make a good impression of your work ethic. You made sure to skim through for any mistakes or typos in your writing as well. After some time, discarded cups on the coffee table and Stephen now subtly nuzzling your neck, you submitted your report.
"Do you have to do that after every mission?" The man who was practically wrapping his entire body around yours on the couch asked.
"Yeah. That was one of the longer ones. Most things were more straightforward this time around, but I did a lot in London today." You heaved a sigh, momentary wiggled out of Stephen's arms to plunk your tablet down on the coffee table, and relaxed back into the couch.
"Have anything else to do?" He asked.
"Not currently." You turned to him, now giving him your full attention. He seemed to like it.
"Well then, maybe you and me can go grab lunch?"
"I'd like that."
You watched his eyes dip down, briefly glancing at your lips before looking back up at your eyes. You caught him. This told you what he was thinking about, and soon you were thinking about it yourself. And then you were doing it. One of his hands rested on your cheek, the other found your waist as he kissed you. Your hands tangled around his neck and up into his hair gently.
It was like you lost track of time. You just focused on Stephen, a hand of his running over the fabric of your tight uniform.
"I'm glad Tony threw that party."
You and Stephen urgently parted at the interruption. Standing in the doorway, Steve and Natasha had smug grins. They were still in their uniforms from the mission, Steve's shield strapped across his back. You groaned.
When you told only one person that you went home with Stephen that night, it had spread through the compound like wildfire. Your coworkers all knew, and they were relieved. Finally, they had said. You must have not noticed how obvious you and Stephen's electric stares and intrigued chatter were.
You were a little embarrassed at being caught making out, but the embarrassment practically radiated off Stephen. He immediately straightened upright and cleared his throat. Apparently he did not show his vulnerable side to anyone but you, him instantly clicking back into a neutral expression when facing someone else.
Nat got right to the point, ignoring the irritated look on your face, "We got a new lead. There was a new location marked in one of their files found in London. Venice. We leave in thirty."
A frown glazed your features. You were really looking forward to spending some time with Stephen again. You looked at Stephen, who shared a mutual disappointed look in his eyes. But you knew that he would go let you work. It was annoying.
It wouldn't hurt to ask. Would it?
You stood up from the couch, grabbing your tablet to pull up your report again. You strided towards your bosses, a lick of confidence in your posture.
"Um actually I was kinda hoping if I could get the rest of the day off." You sang.
Steve let out a breath in a smug laugh, while Nat was hiding one of her own.
With a smile, you handed Nat your tablet, the mission report on the screen. Clean, detailed, care put into it, reflecting your hard work you had accomplished all morning. You saw her eyes look it over, the captain leaning in to do the same.
"You did work hard this morning." Steve pointed out.
"And you did eventually save our asses in the end." Nat added.
As you said to Stephen earlier, you did kick ass during the mission.
You gave them a look of hope. It was obvious what you wanted, they both knew it. For some reason you felt like they were lengthening the moment to tease you. To leave you in anticipation.
After what felt like minutes instead of seconds, the two turned to each other and exchanged expressions. Steve nodded. Natasha handed back your tablet.
"Go play with your sorcerer and his magic hands." Natasha whispered to you with a wink. A deep blush crept up onto your neck, and you saw her smirk. Scrunching your face up in a mock sneer, you snatched your tablet back.
"Have fun, you two." Steve said as a goodbye, and him and Natasha left the lounge to get ready for part two of today's investigation.
You turned back to Stephen. He had an impressed look on his face. Now standing, he threw away your empty coffee cups in a nearby bin."You didn't have to do that, you know."
"Too bad. Already did." You shrugged, sauntering back over to stand in front of him.
Stephen gave you a smile, and opened a slingring portal right in front of you both. "Then lets go."
You put down your tablet and went to empty your weapons belt. "I'm still in uniform, Stephen." You laughed, "I should go change first."
The sorcerer snapped his fingers, and your skintight Avengers uniform turned into a pair of leggings and a blouse. An outfit Stephen had complimented you on last week. You were surprised he remembered it.
You rolled your eyes at him, and before you could say anything, he grabbed your hand and pulled you through the portal.
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lazy-crow-artblog · 11 days ago
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Idk if this has been said before but Hela wasn't redeemed in Thor Ragnarok because if she had been then End Game wouldn't have happened and Infinity War would have been over sooner cause Hela would've beat Thanos with his own gauntlet
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danddymaro · 18 days ago
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Bucky Barnes x Reader |Pt.5
Word Count: 2119   | Part 3: Rising
Very short chapter.
Previous part : Content
Rising
“Sometimes I wonder what my place is in this world.” She said out loud, 
“And it’s always amazing to think that there are people that idolize me,” She added with amusement, thinking fondly of all the people that have stopped her, the most treasured moments being those with children.
‘ From an outsider’s perspective...I guess I have everything figured out,’ She mused, ‘And it makes it worse because I’m just one big lie,’ She went on.
 "- Because the truth is, I don't know what I'm really doing with myself. And it feels like, at this point...I should already have everything figured out." She said while staring down at her palms, pondering over just what their purpose was.
“ Oftentimes, I want to find what that reason is,” (f/n) spoke, “ I have the interest to change, but, just as I feel that way I cave. And then, I just go on with what’s given to me. “ She admitted.
“ And it’s so contradicting... to want so much, yet, be this compliant.” She voiced out, blowing out a soft, lukewarm chuckle.
'I'm pathetic,' She thought to herself, ‘Am I just not trying enough?’ She then wondered.
“I want to be so much stronger.” She said while looking up, (e/c) colored eyes full of certainty while the (dark/light) orbs finally found their way to his.
 “I want to be much more...just like you,” She said while looking straight at the man, wanting to match his every step, but knowing fully well that she lacked plenty to do so. 
“But...I know it’s impossible,” She admitted, aware that if she had a tail it’d be tucked in between her legs, hiding in misery as she admitted her deepest insecurity to him,
‘How can I Overcome being Human? ' She wondered, her certainty quickly dying out, vanishing with a low, azure breath.
'Is this all I’m meant to be?
Is this my limitation?’ She continued to ponder.
"I just can't do it..." She admitted, her voice sounding soft and strained as she uttered the words.
Quiet silence filled the spaces in between, and just when she was growing accustomed to the quiet, he spoke, 
“ Is this your way of throwing in the towel? ” He then asked her, his gloved index giving her chin a quick nudge up, the loving bump up forcing her to look at him.
"Huh?" He added, “Is this your way of saying goodbye?” He proceeded to asked her, shaking his head all the while, seeming disappointed, though, throughout it all, offering her a faint smile. 
Stunned at the question, she stayed quietly still, her only action being the deep, harsh swallow she executed.
“If so, then you could at least look at me,” He mused, his soft smile inching up more, the very action forcing a shaky breath from her, because until then, she'd avoided actually gazing into his eyes.
‘Do I have a choice?’ She idly wondered, ‘Can I fight it?’ 
‘ Or...Is this goodbye?’ She continued to wonder, a sharp pain suddenly striking her, forcing her to step back, distancing herself from the man. 
Stumbling, she nearly fell before doubling over.
At that, he took a step to her, following her while she found her distance, soon continuing at the same pace she drew back. 
She felt as though her body were being split in two, and helplessly, she wrapped her arms around herself as though attempting to hold her two halves into one, all while he watched, his blue eyes observing her.
“- I believe in you.” He said with certainty. “So don’t tell me you’re done, “ he went on, watching as she crumpled, her body withering in pain. 
"You've held on this long," He informed her, " - It's not just luck," Steve apprised her.
"Come on," he encouraged her, his hand held out to her. 
“Just come towards me,” He enthused, baiting her like a man would a beast, all with a promise in his palm, 
"(f/n),” He called out to her. 
“(f/n)….” he went on, his voice sounding faint whilst she stopped, her (e/c) colored eyes tightly closed as she grimaced, a blaring alarm ringing, the obnoxious sound bouncing within her pounding brain,  overpowering the sound of his calls.
Blindly, she reached out, her arm stretched as far as it could go, waving left and right to try and take hold of his hand.
‘I’m trying,’ She swore. ‘This time...I’m really trying,’ She went on, with stumbled steps she hobbled forward, walking towards the warmth that led her towards a bright path.
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A deafening, strangled cry made blue eyes go wide, the blood-curdling noise causing the light hairs that were on the back of his neck to all stand, pointed out with alarm.
His head rose from its hanged state, and during then, his eyes lingered in awe, softly breathing the woman's name in a dazed fashion that perfectly mirrored his every bit of astonishment.
Stilled, he watched as right before him, she had awoken with a start, not knowing where she was, the first recollection she had being that of the vicious encounter in the wilderness whilst held at the mercy of a cornered beast.
The howl that had been silenced during that period finally found its way out, bouncing off of the white walls with alarm, no longer restricted.
She rose, her upper body lifting off from the mattress, and soon after she found herself sitting, her hands instantly flying towards her gaping mouth.
Again, the bitter taste filled her tongue, dancing over her miserable buds before powerful coughs that were mighty enough to rake her entire body overwhelmed her.
Scarlet dripped from her parted lips, splattering out like the flowing waters of a sprinkler in its moderate setting, creating a scandalous mess that painted her surrounding with the barbaric tint.
The falling liquid stained the white bedsheets, and the distant grey-colored gown alike, leaving traces of its fierce brilliance behind. 
Everything in its path lay colored with red, dripping from her paled lips and landing in small splotches that were similar to red azalea’s scattered over the white snow.
The monitor beside her began to pick up with life again, beeping wildly to keep up with her racing heart, roaring loudly with its digital sound throughout the previously silent room with its own form of excitement.
Greedily, she swallowed up masses of air, gasping like a drowning person in panic.
Her (e/c) eyes briefly skimmed around the room, the wet (e/c) colored orbs soon catching sight of the two men there with her, as they too stared at her wide-eyed, gobsmacked by the occurrence.
Dark chocolate drops and crystalline gems met with her own (e/c) orbs for only a split second before she succumbed to darkness once more.
The sudden sluggishness hit her with an unexpected sucker punch that overwhelmed her, whilst at that very moment, a searing fire ran across the length of her abdomen in a crude, jagged line.
Her head soon collided with the softness of the cushioned pillow, as she came crashing back down, falling like an anvil from a skyscraper.
'Again...' She thought to herself, drowsily taking in the sensation of pain before welcoming the sweet warmth that coddled her afterward.
‘But it feels different,‘ Accepting the comforting lull into darkness.
As she felt herself drift off, she felt a soft heat consume her again just as it had before during the same moment that the sun had so kindly coaxed her from the path of darkness.
The hot pain she felt was subdued to soft tingles before she was welcomed by a tranquil silence that felt welcoming and kind, and more like a new beginning rather than a bitter end.
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When he had heard the monitor stop, he held in his breath, the man too afraid to look at the thin, red line that was drawn across the screen, because he knew that once he caught sight of the sign, there was no hope left.
There would be no measly bit of faith to hold on to, leaving the unconscious woman to become a memory, one with a final sweet expression that would forever haunt him for failing her.
He had been hesitant to look at her still body, unwilling to accept that she actually laid there without the same life she had been bursting with before only hours prior.
After the blaring sound, all he'd heard was silence, an unbearable quiet he wished was full of her voice instead, all until the monitor decided to fret, its sound masked by another cry.
- And it absolutely stunned him.
Steve Rogers couldn't believe it, because, before him, just a few feet away was the woman he had thought to have lost, now budding with new life.
“How..?” He breathed, an enormous smile spreading onto his previously grief-stricken face as he, too, swallowed up globs of air.
It was a mystery he didn't even care to get explanations for because he would be satisfied the rest of his life to simply know that she was now well, brought back to him by whatever strange force that decided to work its wonder.
'You're back...' He thought with a wash of relief.
Sam had been at his side, his hand suspended in the air before he became startled by the sudden revival, all to a point he was motionless with stun.
He was the first to move, soon standing at the woman's side, gazing at her with astonished, dark eyes.
Throughout his life, he'd been witness to many things, exposed to many scenarios no common person could ever even fathom, yet, what had occurred that day was the most staggering up to date.
It was nothing short of a miracle, because as he inspected her sleeping face, he stood stunned, finding amazement in what was happening before his own eyes.
He began signaling Rogers with vigorous hand movements, all so he would find a place at his side and watch the phenomenon.
Entranced, they watched as the bluish marks marrying her body faded, taking with them every speck of imperfection that had been there after the mission. they disappeared, vanishing without a trace of evidence that was proof of her struggle.
“I don’t know how she did it,” Sam started, all while shaking his head down at his sleeping friend, “But she actually managed to cheat death,” he said while beginning to smile broadly, a swell of pride striking him.
‘That’s it,’ Wilson thought to himself, cheering her on.
The blonde couldn't even begin to define the joy he felt, feeling the weight of his heavy heart grow light with his friend’s words,
“ She sure did,” he responded back, hanging his head tiredly as a weary chuckle escaped him, one that soon morphed into true, joyous laughter.
Sam gave him a side glance, watching as the taller male covered the upper portion of his face, shielding his slightly glossed eyes as he laughed alongside him.
There was nothing to fear, nothing to shed sorrows for, and even then, he couldn't help but let the faint trace of misery escape him.
‘You were so close...You were right there.’ He thought to himself, grateful she’d found her way back to them.
“Got a tear in your eye there captain?” Sam said smiling, the teasing tone that made Steve snicker.
‘Leave it to Sam…’ He thought with an eye roll, shaking his head at the playful remark.
“ Nah...” he breathed, “ It’s just a little something... you know from dusting you every morning for the past 2 years.” The blonde responded, giving the darker-skinned man a sympathetic pat to the back before turning to the exit.
He was quick to run his forearm over his eyes, doing away with the threatening tears, deciding to leave with a present smile instead, one that held more meaning as Wilson stayed behind, all while at a loss for words.
Sam then rolled his own eyes, his mouth hanging open at the rather smooth reply, surprised at the ease it left the super-soldier.
He half shrugged, nodding, “ Ok, maybe I had that coming.” He said while chuckling, not bothered in the least bit by the jab.
“Good one,” he complimented.
“- Come on Sam, I'm sure all she needs is some sleep,” Steve said while staring over to the steady breathing girl, trusting her to pull through.
With a silent nod, the other male agreed, following in suit.
Both men walked out, certain their friend would be only hours away from being the same joy she’d been before.
All she needed was a little rest, just some shut-eye and she’d be up running alongside them again.
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saturn-barnes · 19 days ago
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Ok but what if Steve never ACTUALLY married Peggy when he went to put the stones back? Like what if he simply wanted a dance and to see her one last time and then he meets (y/n) and falls in love with HER, staying in the 40s to live out his life with her instead of Peggy? Like Peggy gets to keep her family and Steve not only gets his dance they promised but also gets to meet someone new and fall in love all over again....idk just something i think would make a cute fanfiction *ahem* anyone who can right *ahem*
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hitchell-mope · a month ago
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Marvel inspired fandom ask
Please specify which fandom you’re asking about
Which character has breathtaking anger management issues
Which character would single handedly pull down an active helicopter to stop their brainwashed older sibling from escaping
What sibling relationship is twisted into romance by the fandom
Which character is rightfully overpowered but gets complaints about from the larger fandom
Which character is willing to bend the rules to do what’s right
Which character is a sweet dumb puppy dog but will tear someone apart for their friends
Which character has a guilt complex
Which couple comprises of the badass warrior and the flirt
Which character has parental issues
Which three characters are the big three in your fandom
Which familial relationship has a problem in development
Which character have you grown tired of due to overexposure
Which villain has the most sympathetic motivation
Which villain has the least sympathetic motivation
Who has the best character arc
Who has the worst character arc
Most entertaining villain
Least entertaining villain
Which character is unfairly hated
Which character is unfairly loved
Best special effect
Worst special effect
Your most loved cast member
Your most hated cast member
Best moment of fridge brilliance
Worst moment of fridge horror
Most confusing moment of fridge logic
Does the timeline make sense
What’s your opinion on canon as it is? And not just “it’s crap and needs changing to my specifications”
Rant time. Go off about whatever you want. Actors/characters/setting/scenery/music/costuming. Whatever you want
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lunarspiral1127 · a month ago
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*SPOILERS*
Ah, John, John, John. That’s not what Bucky wanted to hear when you answered his question.
The thing is Steve did jump on a grenade once. But, unlike John, he had no helmet, no protective gear, and no super soldier serum. This was sickly, skin & bones Steve who jumped on a grenade when every other soldier ran away. And these soldiers, need I remind you all, treated Steve like crap, but he did it any. Because Steve had heart, bravery, and the self-sacrifice that had him do what he did. He just didn’t have the body at the time to match what he had on the inside. That’s why Erskine chose him to get the serum. That’s why he was chosen to be Captain America.
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hitchell-mope · a month ago
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MCU X-Men fancast
Charles Xavier. Hugh Grant
Erik Lensherr. Sean Bean
Raven Darkholme. Vanessa Kirby
James Howlett. Jake Abel
Scott Summers. Dev Patel
Jean Grey. Dakota Johnson
Kurt Wagner. Jeremy Shada
Ororo Monroe. Kiki Layne.
Marie D’Ancanto. Malina Weissman
Bobby Drake. Jared Gilmore
Yes I know there’s only ten of them. But they’re the only ones I can think of so far with (almost) the correct ages and height. I might make a second fancast later. But for now this is what you get
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hitchell-mope · a month ago
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Am I seriously thinking of an X-Men fancast for the MCU? I’ll get back to you
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hitchell-mope · a month ago
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Two things
Since they seem to have revamped Hawaii 5-0, MacGuyver and Magnum PI. If they end up giving the same treatment to Murder She Wrote. Then either Elizabeth McGovern, Octavia Spencer, Ming Na Wen or Rosie Perez should be Jessica Fletcher. And it could work because og MSW crosses over with og Magnum. Just an idea I had
I don’t know why but something tells that the Disneyplus marvel shows may be forming a shared mini universe. If that’s the case then yippee. Because I can probably watch those shows more then the Netflix shite since they probably have to adhere by Disney’s rules which is a rule the Netflix shows sadly did not have. So if it turns out to be a shared mini universe then I’m very much looking forward to it.
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letsdanthemanone · 2 months ago
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Wandavision if proof why sometimes you are better off not trying to theorize too much or work to hard to solve a shows mystery. You'll end up falling in love with a theory so much that if it doesn't pan out you will resent them for not telling the story you thought they were going to. No matter what outcome they do give you.
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jackdoe · 2 months ago
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If there's one thing I learned from WandaVision, it's that Wanda and Vision are the kind of couple that will beat you at board games every single time.
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hitchell-mope · 2 months ago
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A Steve Rogers ship ranking
Steggy. Gotta be number one. Great. Amazing. Perfect ending for the both of them
Samsteve/scarlet America. Cant decide which is better so they both go here. Love me both. But steggy just barely edges them out for the top spot
Thunder shield. Pretty much neutral on this one. Not exactly my cuppa tea but I also don’t hate it
Romanogers. I can see where people are coming from. But I’m a massive brutasha shipper. And to me Natasha and Steve are better off as friends. Like how Evie and Ben in descendants are better off as friends
Staron. Sorta the same deal with thunder shield. Don’t hate it. But it’s not exactly my favourite either. And Sharon DEFINITELY shouldn’t have been dragged for it at all. I just hope that the abysmal treatment the “fans” put her through doesn’t restart when the new show airs
Stucky/stony. HATE IT!!!! Pure unequivocal hatred. I love all three of them but I loathe the idea of these ships. The sibling vibes Steve has with Bucky and Tony are just too strong for me to ignore. I can’t stand winteriron for the same reason
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law-nerd105 · 2 months ago
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Dear James [Bucky Barnes]
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader
Warnings: None.
Word count: 0,4 K
Summary: It's 1943 and your Bucky was just sent of to war. So, you practice being the perfect dame and continue to send him letters.
Franklin Ave Brooklyn 0145 10 May 1943
Dear James,
I strongly suspect that you're reading this in bed, in the dark, using your lighter to to try to see. Instead of having read my letter through the bustle in the great hall. I'm writing to you because I need you to please forgive me.
Please forgive me for having been so distraught before you boarded the train to leave. Leaving to fight in some ridiculous war.
I miss you so, as does Steve. Even though he's too embarrassed to admit to anything. He seems eager to head off to war himself. Brooklyn's streets are so dull and plain without you waltzing along by my side, tugging on my dress every time we pass a local coffee shop.
Our bed feels empty and cold without you tossing and turning beside me, constantly trying to spoon me into your chest.
It hurts me to long for you so intensely, James.
Forgive me for missing you. Forgive me for crying myself to sleep at nights after having thought of you for too long. I know you told me not to worry. I know you told me not to waste away my time with tears over you. Forgive me for being so selfish that I wish you were never drafted to go to war, or wishing that you would simply just leave that world to come home to me. For me.
Promise me that you will come home when this is all over, James. Steve still needs you to teach him how to properly dance with a dame. I still need you because... well, because I love you. And I adore you with all my heart. You are all that I have, James, and all that I will ever love.
Forgive me for loving you as much. For loving you with every piece of my entirety. For loving you so utterly completely that there are times where I sound foolish when I ramble of you. But most of all, forgive me for not doing as you begged of me. To not spend my tears on you. Because that promise I could not keep.
My heart longs for you dearly, James. Promise me that you will come home. No war, no battle, no fight is worth you not coming home to me. Please remember that.
I will love you always.
Your love, (Y/N)
Bucky Barnes Taglist (OPEN)
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law-nerd105 · 2 months ago
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Comforting [Bucky Barnes]
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader
Word count: 1,1 K
Warnings: Mild hurt/Comfort, FLUFF, Some kisses.
Summary: Bucky found you crying in the shower, and quickly made it his mission to comfort you.
A/N: I had a shitty day, but like, I had no reason to be having a shitty day. So, if Bucky is your comfort character (like he's mine), then this one's for you.
“Doll?” the question sounded through the quiet apartment. Quiet, save for the sound of the running shower water coming from the bathroom. Bucky got no reply, which he instantly thought was odd.
I pulled my knees tighter into my chest, ignoring the sound of Bucky’s footsteps slowly growing louder as he was approaching the closed bathroom door.
Bucky knocked against the door, not waiting for a response before he opened it. The steam from the warm water quickly hurried out of the bathroom, hitting Bucky in a wave.
“Doll?” his voice was hesitant then, as if he was unsure of how he should properly approach the situation.
I sniffed, trying to hold back my sobs, not wanting him to see me that way.
Bucky had heard the sound and reacted by hastily yanking back the shower curtain, only to find me curled up sitting on the hard floor of the shower under the hot, running water.
“Shit, Doll,” he rushed to get under the water, moving fast until he was kneeling beside me. He didn’t even think twice before he was pulling me into his arms.
I clung tightly onto him, moving into his chest so that I could sob into his shoulder. No longer caring that he could see me at my worst.
“Hey, I’m right here, Doll. Right here. I love you. I love you so much,” he tried to comfort me. His clothes were fully soaked by then, but I couldn’t bring myself to let him go.
“Shh,” he soothed me, that was when I realised how loud I was actually sobbing. Finally letting go again. He held me tightly, stroking my bare back and wet hair and placing his lips against my forehead.
“Bucky…” I managed to choke out, gasping to try to stop the sobbing. “Come on, Doll. Darling… let’s get you dried and dressed.”
Bucky picked me up into his arms, carrying me bridal style, as if I weighed nothing at all to him. He shut off the water, then looked down at me. My eyes were red and puffy from the time I had spent crying in the shower. I had a slight headache, and I could feel the tiredness seeping through me. My throat was sore from sobbing the entire time, and I wanted nothing more than for the feeling to go away.
Bucky leaned down, craning his neck so that he could place a soft kiss to my pouted lips. It was such a sweet, gentle kiss. I never wanted it to end. I never wanted him to leave me.
He carried me all the way to our bedroom, murmuring soft words of comfort into my ear as he walked. He sat me down on the edge of the bed then reluctantly let me go. He stepped back to grab his towel that was draped over the back of the chair in the corner of the room.
He slowly dried me off, as if I was made of glass and would break. I stayed sitting as he continued, as he kept placing short, sweet kisses to my lips.
He stepped back again when he was finished, tossing the towel aside again. He pulled out one of his sweatshirts that he wore most often and a pair of his boxer briefs. At first I thought he was going to get dressed, but he turned back to face me and slowly dressed me in the shirt and boxers. He still kissed me as he worked.
My sobbing had stopped in the meantime, save for the occasional sniff, all I had on my mind was how much love I had for the man standing in front of me. I loved him so much.
Bucky quickly undressed himself, draping his wet clothes over the back of the chair were his towel still hung. He dried himself off, then slipped into only a pair of his boxer briefs. Then he was standing in front of me again.
“You wanna wear them?” Bucky asked gently, playing with his dog tags that dangled from his neck to indicate to them. I nodded slowly, looking down at the floor and in result, not noticing Bucky’s small smile.
He pulled the tags over his head, then put them over my head to let them hang from my neck. He kissed my forehead gently before he moved us both up the bed and under the covers.
He pulled the sheets up over us. He wrapped himself around me, tangling his limbs with mine the way he knew I liked it. I liked it when we were that close to each other. I liked it when he held me like he currently was. He made me feel so safe and loved. It made me forget about everything else going on around me.
There was a long moment of silence where we simply laid holding each other, before Bucky spoke. “Do you want to talk about it, Doll?”
“I just had an off day,” I sighed, nuzzling my face into Bucky’s broad, bare, muscled chest. It was true. I had no particular reason for having ended up crying in the shower. But every little thing seemed to tick me off that day. It was just too much.
Bucky lazily ran his hand up and down my spine, making sure that I was laying comfortably, before he pulled me tighter against him.
“Something happen?” he asked. “Not really. I just woke up feeling bad. The little things piled up, I guess.”
Bucky started prepping kisses all over my face. My lips, my cheeks, my nose, my forehead, my jaw. Everywhere. He left no place without a kiss. Any patch of exposed skin he could reach, he was kissing.
“Wanna get ice cream later?” he offered. “Yeah,” I smiled into his chest, taking in a deep breath to fill my nose with the smell of him. It always seemed to put me truly at ease, even when nothing else could.
“And pizza?” he added. “Yeah,” I repeated softer, letting my eyes finally fall shut. Letting the tiredness lull me into a sleep.
“I love you, Doll,” he whispered. “Thank you, Bucky, for everything. I love you too. So very much.”
Bucky Taglist (OPEN)
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tvimagines221b · 2 months ago
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Preserum Steve: *Just got his butt kicked* “I think I pulled a muscle.”
Bucky: “You can’t pull what you don’t have.”
(This is based on a post I saw! So credit to the original person who made it. 😊
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hitchell-mope · 2 months ago
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Me, a known Scarlet America shipper, planning on binge watching wandavision to know just what’s in store for future films? It’s more likely than you think
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