i had a very long roadtrip today, didn't sleep last night and had to leave at 4:30 am and spend almost all day in the car, just for my mom to cancel our plans as soon as we got to where we were going, but still it was fun, i was in 6 different states today :) 2 of which may be a state of anxiety and exhaustion, but 6 states nonetheless lol
Time for a bunch of PART TWOS -Elle ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
“Y/N?” A voice woke you, their hand gently resting on your shoulder. You opened your eyes slowly, taking in your surroundings as you sat yourself up. You were in the lounge room.
Memories from the night before burned their way into the back of your eyelids, replaying in your mind. “Oh my god.” You groaned, pulling your hands over your face, “Steve.”
“What about him?” The person said. Then, you took the time to realise that it was Bucky. His face was soft and confused, eyebrows furrowed, “is he oka–“
“Well lets just say I learnt something last night that no girlfriend wound want to learn!” You interrupted, pursing your lips in exasperation, “I pushed him to talk about his feelings about Peggy, and I learnt that he loves her more than life itself.”
“That’s ridiculous... you’re the one he loves ‘more than life itself’” Bucky scoffed, making quotation marks around the last few words. You shook your head.
“Say that to the words he said to me last night. After Peggy’s death, he said he learnt that he can’t ever love someone anywhere as much as he loved her. Not me. HER.” You bit your lip, disguising your sadness in a tired expression. Bucky let out a long breath.
“Maybe it was just a misunderstanding...”
“I thought that too, so I clarified... her and me, I said. He just looked at me and I knew the immediately. I couldn’t stand sleeping next to him while knowing that.”
Bucky didn’t reply at first. He simply lifted up the blanket, following that with your legs. He sat down on the couch, resting your legs horizontally across his. The blanket fell back over the both of you, and he sighed hastily. “He... he does love you.” He said eventually, meeting your glassy eyes. You opened your mouth to speak, but he continued before you could begin, “I know what you’re going to say. I know what it seems like. But he does really love you more than life itself. Care to listen to me ramble for a while?”
You nodded. “He shares a different love between the two of you. He always loved Peggy because she was always slightly out of his grasp. •MORE IN COMMENTS•
Hobart, Tasmania -Elle ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
“So where are we again?” Tchalla asked, looking around the darkened and almost deserted streets. He had a big jacket wrapped around him as the sun began to set; one of the many new clothing items you got him whilst in Australia.
“Hobart, it’s called.” You hummed in reply, linking your arm with his. “And believe it or not, this is the capital of the state.”
T’challa stopped on the footpath, looking to you with raised eyebrows, “tHIS small place is the capital?”
You nodded, shrugging your shoulders, “in no way like Wakanda or New York, is it?” You chuckled. “Yeah...” T’challa began to walk again, allowing you to lead the way to dinner; he had no idea where as to where you were doing. You eventually ended up outside a pub called The Shamrock. “I hope it’s not fully booked,” you remembered suddenly, “it’s usually quite busy.” You hoped and prayed for an empty table as you walked inside. An extremely nice lady smiled at the two of you, asking if you had a booking. “No sorry!” You apologised, “we were just hoping for an empty table for the two of us.”
She nodded with her assuming smile, “I am quite confident that we can find a place for just the two of you.” She winked, leading us to an empty table. The two of you thanked her as she made her way back to the entry. “This is nice.” T’Challa summarised, taking off his jacket. “It is, isn’t it.” You replied, “you know, I’m glad you agreed to come. As you know, I grew up in multiple places that are all some hours away from here, so this whole state is really where I feel the safest. This is like a little window into my life. Soon enough, maybe tomorrow or the next day, we can go up the north, or even to the west coast!”
T’Challa nodded at your excitement, not bothering to disguise his smile as he looked at the menu. You were so happy here. It was your home. He knew that he was going to do whatever you say for the next week, as all he wanted was for you to be happy.
Soz this is short -Elle⠀⠀
“FOOTLOOSE!” You screamed, jumping off of the couch and onto the ground. “FOOTLOOSE,” Peter screamed back, playing the air guitar amazingly, “KICK OF YOUR SUNDAY SHOESSS” the two of you competed the phrase with enough energy to light a house. Your voices were barley audible above the booming beats of one of the best songs of the century; footloose. It was truly spectacular.
“PLEASE, LOUISE.” You continued, throwing your head up as you spread your arms outwards in time with the song. “PULL ME OFFA MYY- OH... SHIT.” The music abruptly cut off with Peter’s profanity. The two of you looked down to see his foot square over the speaker and phone; ruining both. Your jaw dropped as your clapped your hand over your mouth. You were so shocked that you almost began to laugh. “I may have broken it...” Peter muttered, gently removing his foot. He bit his lip, beginning to pick up some of it, “Rockets gonna have a great time with this.”
You nodded, suppressing your laughter as best you could, “he sure is!”
Not sad anymore!! -Elle ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
You have never watched Val drink alcohol with as much excitement as what you did in that moment. You stood in the doorway as she blindly picked up the bottle, swiftly bringing it to her lips and chugging it. You paused in anticipation, waiting for the moment she reacts. Instead, she skulled the entire drink, putting down the glass bottle plainly. Your jaw dropped. You had put a ton of Vinegar in her drink... she was sure to have tasted it.
Furrowing your eyebrows, you emerged from your spot in the doorway. “Did you enjoy your—“
Val held a hand up to silence you, her face showing no expression- as per usual, “I know you put vinegar in it.”
You looked at her, completely mortified and impressed at the same time. “I literally just don’t care. The alcohol was in there somewhere. I committed, I couldn’t simply stop drinking.” She elaborated, raising a questionable eyebrow.
“Right... weirdo,” You turned around and walked away, waving your hands in dismay as you chuckled, “you committed.”
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Sad again!! -Elle ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Steve was in mourning. He presence in a room was distant and sad, his words not extending further than a sentence at a time. He felt as if sharing his emotions made him seem hopeless and needy, so nothing personal came from his lips. Not until you finally wore him down.
You approached him kindly and gently when he was about to go to sleep. He was your boyfriend, after all, so he felt comfortable in saying personal things to you and only you. He rose his glassy eyes to meet yours, the ghost of a smile grazing his lips. You slipped into the bed next to him, expecting his arms to find their way around you to pull you close. Instead, they stayed still at his sides. “Hey baby,” You whispered, finding his hand underneath covers. He tensed at the contact, pulling his hand away enough to show you that he didn’t want it. You hastily retracted your hand before you continued, “wanna talk to me about Peggy?”
At first, he shook his head. He also mumbled out a soft ‘no’ that was barely audible- even when you’re laying right in front of him. “Are you sure? It’ll be good for you.” Spoke further, the gentleness still evident in your voice.
“N-no.” He whispered, adverting his eye contact away from you. You sighed, knowing that you’re going to have to break some boundaries to get him talking the way you need to.
“Peggy was a wonderful lady.” You stated, “from what I have heard from yourself as well as Bucky and the history books, she was fierce and strong. I remember you even telling me that she punched a recruit in the face when he–“
“Don’t talk about her.” Steve said lowly, looking to you briefly. Pain shone from his eyes, “please.”
“Why not?” You asked confusedly.
“She- she...” Steve sighed, voice hitching in his throat as he the pain in his eyes spread to cover his entire face, “She was the love of my life.” His eyes went back to you. “And it pains me to live everyday knowing that I can’t love anyone as much as I once loved her.”
Those words stung like salt in a wound. Your stomach churned as you replied, “and me, right? You can’t love anyone else as much as you loved her... and me?” •MORE IN COMMENTS•
If y'all have a funny story drop it in the comments
wassup guys I've been abandoning you sksks sorry
Sad!! -Elle ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
It all happened so fast. Too fast for you to interpret before it all came tumbling down.
“Y/N.” Pietro gasped suddenly, stumbling before falling into your arms. His voice breathed both unevenly and loudly into your ear.
“What- What Pietro?!” You exclaimed, barely being able hold up his weight. His body retracted slightly before he collapsed further into you, causing you to stumble with him in your arms. “P... pain-n. In m-my stomach-h.” He whispered, voice breathy and soft. Your mind raced as well as your heart, not knowing what of do for a short amount of time.
You eventually lowered yourself into the ground as he mumbled incoherent words into your ear. He was in pain. When you rolled him over, you could see the immediate problem. Blood oozed out of his stomach, covering the majority of the front of his shirt.
“Fuck, Pietro,” you held down a cry as you ripped off a part of your jacket. You held it immediately against his wound, but it wasn’t doing much. He was getting dizzier. He had already lost a lot of blood, and whatever shot him probably has caused many more issues inside. Tears blurred your vision as the reality finally hit you. He could die. “Y-Y/N.” He said again.
“Yes?” You replied, swallowing the lump in your throat.
“I love yo...” his voice trailed off as he head fell backwards. “No, no, no, no,” you repeated continuously, holding a hand up to check his pulse, “this can’t be happening. Pietro, please. PIETRO” your last words came out as a yell before the sobs hit you. His pulse was nonexistent. His face was pale. He was gone.
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“Do we need these?” Scott asked, spinning around with a Spatula in each hand.
“Do we need spa– no we do nOt need spatulas?!” You laughed, continuing to walk past him with the basket of goodies. With a saddened expression, he put the kitchen utensils back and raced after you once again. “What about... tongs?!” He grabbed a tong, smiling widely as he clicked it repeatedly, “I’m sure we need ton–“
“Scott!” You laughed again, interrupting your boyfriend, “we do not need spatulas oR tongs. We just need a chopping board and some blankets and pillows for the couch and then we are done.” Scott pursed his lips, setting down the tongs. “Okay... deal.” He sighed dramatically, following you as you made your way to the chopping boards.
“It wasn’t a deal– you know what never mind. You can just chose a chopping board so we can leave to go to the home decor section.” You shook your head, smiling as he grabbed your hand. “That one.” He gasped, pointing to the one shaped as a watermelon. “Really?” You looked at him, surprised, “you seriously want the one that looks like it should be in a kindergarten?” He nodded adamantly, “Yes.”
“Alright,” you let go of Scott’s hand to put the watermelon chopping board into your basket, “watermelon it is...”
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Sequel to “Imagine: being alone in the corner at a party, Bucky coming over to talk to you” so go read that first
Lol happy late birthday @twhiddleston
and happy early birthday @joshbrolin
Since Tony told his chauffeur that he could go home hours ago, you pulled over a cab, dragged a half-awake Tony in, and told the driver to go to Stark Tower. You forgot most parts of what happened after that. You weren’t even sure if you payed the driver when you got inside. Tony was stumbling around on his own by then, but then fainted in the elevator. You rolled your eyes, exasperated, as you dragged him into bed, then plopped down beside of him. You stared at the number in your phone for a while, wondering if you should call it. Eventually, you put your phone down before saying, “Jarvis, hit the lights.”
•THE NEXT MORNING•
You woke up, and apparently Tony had rolled over, making your shoulders touch. He looked at you, and said, “what happened?”
FIN. PART TWO
Y’all watch the Grammys?
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I’ve never been to therapy before but I tried 😬 -Elle ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Bucky sat impatiently in the waiting room, his metal fingers tapping simultaneously to a beat on the chair. People around him stole glances, double taking at the large metal arm where his real left one should be. A little boy even pointed and asked his father why ‘the man was wearing a long metal glove’. Bucky heard everything.
Double checking the name on your clipboard, you rounded the corner into the waiting room. Everyone looked at you with wide eyes, all besides one. A lone man. “James? James Barnes?” You called, scanning the crowd for someone to lock eyes with you. The lone man, now identified to you as James Barnes, looked up at you, meeting your comforting smile with an equally relived and nervous expression. He got up as murmurs and conversation began to start from behind him. He knew it was about him. “Just this way to my office,” You smiled, leading him down the hall and to a door that read ‘Y/N L/N. Head therapist’. The two of you entered, taking your respective seats on the couch. “So first of all James–“
“Bucky. Sorry to interrupt, but could you please call me Bucky.” He interjected kindly. You nodded. “Sure thing, Bucky. I just wanted to formally introduce myself to you. I am Y/N L/N, and I have been a therapist for a good 10 years now.” You said, extending a hand. He licked his lips quickly before he hesitantly shook it, sending an indicator to you about his reluctance to human contact. You pursed your lips momentarily, sitting back slightly in your seat with a small smile.
“So Bucky, how are you? What brings you in today?” He looked down at his hands, and you finally saw the metal forearm and hand protruding from the bottom of his left pushed up sleeve. Prosthetic? He looked in pain while he spoke moments later. It was as if the memories were riding back up into his mind, threatening to be remembered again. “I’ve been having...” his eyes flickered from you, to your clipboard and back to his own arm again. “Bad dreams.”
“Okay,” You nodded, “can you tell me what the dreams have been about?”
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Sorry, Wanda is being posted first before Bucky -Elle
“Oh my gOsh is that a valentines card I see?” Wanda cooed, speed walking her way over to your desk. Shoving it into its envelope, you slid the card not so causally into your draw. “–what?! No!” You laughed, looking up at the Scarlett-headed girl. She narrowed her eyes at you, not believing anything that you are saying. “Are you sure?” She asked, leaning into your desk. You nodded eagerly, quickly licking your lips in nervousness. Wanda eventually laid off you, leaving you to yourself again.
You let out a long breath of relief. You have had a crush on Wanda’s brother, Pietro, for as long as you could remember. He was always so kind and so loving towards you from the day you walked into the tower, accepting you with open arms. The two of you immediately clicked, and you started feeling a little more than the usual friendly-emotions after the first month or so. He was the one guy you trusted with your life, and you were sure it was likewise.
As Wanda was out of both eye and ear shot, Tony rolled over on his chair. “I know you were lying to Wanda.” He said matter-of-factly, “and I also know who the letter is addressed to; so the question is why? Why do you like the speed boy?”
You blinked at Tony, taking in everything he had just said. “I...”
Tony shook his head, extending his hand, “forget it, just let me read the card.” You showed a look of hesitation and shock, which encouraged Tony even more, “give me the card, dammit!”
You sighed, sadly getting out the card and handing it over. “It’s not very good...” you began as Tony read over the contents. He had a smug smile on his face the entire time, his smile softening towards the end.
“I’m gonna be real with you.” He shrugged, passing the card over, “I honestly thought kts was going to be hilarious and cringeworthy. But it wasn’t. It was cute. You should give it to him.”
You didn’t think your eyes could widen any further than what they had previously. “Really?”
“Why are you so shocked? Weren’t you going to give it to him anyways?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrows at you.
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Heyo mamacitas -Elle ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
You still remember the last time you saw him...
You let out an angry breath, rolling your eyes as you moved away from your boyfriend, “Stephen- you don’t uNdERstAND.” “I don’t understand??” He scoffed, following closely after you, “YOU are the one telling me that I shouldn’t be doing something that I love.” He scanned your eyes for any tell that you were playing some idiotic joke on him, or if you were remorseful in any way. You simply stared back at him, a dry laugh escaping your lips.
“I NEVER told you that you can’t be a doctor and you KNOW that, you selfish bastard!”
“You better stop calling me those names or I will call you something that I know you will not like.” He growled, resting a closed hand on the bench. He leaned onto it, keeping his stern eyes trained on you.
“Just shut up.” You groaned, slamming the cupboard shut as you spun around. You had looked in there for a moment to distract yourself, the food only begging to be thrown at your prick of a boyfriend. “I hate you.”
“No you don’t.” Stephen fired back immediately.
“Yes I do. I’m sick if you. Pack your shit and leave.” You demanded, crossing your arms.
Stephen shook his head, “what? No.”
“I own this house, Stephen. You leave or I call the police go make you leave. Pack and go.”
He looked at you for a second longer before silently turning around. He trudged off into your bedroom where he packed his overnight bag and headed towards the door. “You’re gonna regret this.” He sighed.
“No I won’t. Rot in hell.” You slammed the door in his face, separating the two of you for the rest of your lives.
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Sofia: an autobiography of two years made of secrecy, death, love, illegal activity and insanity. Is in the works on wattpad bc why not
Go down swinging right ????
Ayo guess which story’s back~
When they got in the cab, Nat sighed. She made eye contact with Pepper in the passenger seat, who nodded. She told the driver to take them to the nearest hotel, and asked Y/N to text Bruce to just follow them. As Y/N took out her phone, Nat decided it was probably her duty to step up and tell Y/N about her dad, since no one else would. She also decided not to overthink it, and just go for it, since she had other things just as important to worry about (ex: Clint). “Hey, Y/N?” Y/N didn’t even decide to look up from her phone. “Mhm?” “You know how Steve was asking you about your father?” She had decided not to look up from her phone, until now. “Y-yeah...” she looked up slowly, not really looking Nat in the eye. “Well, it’s because-“ Nat stopped. She was starting to overthink it a bit. What was she going to say? That her dad was one of the greatest minds in the world? One of the best superheroes in the world? That, according to Bruce, he was afloat in space, probably a billion miles from Earth, and didn’t even know she existed? Nat glanced away from Y/N. She had grown fond of this child. Tony’s child. Y/N was cool. Nat really didn’t want to shatter her heart right now. “Because what?” Nat’s thoughts were interrupted. She glanced at Y/N, and could see the sliver of hope in her eyes, which made her see why Steve couldn’t do this either. “Uh. Pepper, why did Steve bring up Y/N’S dad again?” When mentioned in the conversation, Pepper looked back, once again making eye contact with Nat. Nat tried pleading with her eyes, and obviously Pepper got the message. “Well, uh, I don’t know. We’ll ask when we meet up with them, right Natasha? But right now we need to focus on Clint.”
FIN. CHAPTER THIRTEEN-
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I hope you likey -Elle ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
“I- I don’t like the beach.” Bruce pointed out nervously, “too-o much sand an- and too many accidents waiting to happen.”
You raised your eyebrows, looking to Tony in the passenger seat. He shrugged, a sheepish smile on his face, “he hates the beach... has for years.” He said so only you could hear. You trained your eyes back onto the road, continuing your drive to the beach. “Bruce, it’ll be fine. We can sit you on one of the sun lounges- or in the shelter so you don’t have to make too much contact with the sand.” You smiled, looking at him briefly in the rear view mirror. He tried to push a smile onto his face, but it just wouldn’t budge. Instead, he flinched when she continued, “beaches are fun!”
“Sorry, buddy, she mustn’t know.” Natasha whispered, her hand finding its way to his. He looked to Natasha and shook his head. “Ye-yeah, I know.” He muttered, “I know.”
“Ahh, here we are!” You cheered, climbing out of the car. You opened the boot door so Peter and Clint could get themselves out, and waited eagerly for Bruce, Natasha and Steve to get out. With the help of Tony, who got out of the passenger side, you collected all your equipment. The shelter, beach lounges, sunscreen and towels- the whole lot. “Are you guys coming?” She called out to the three still in the car. Hastily, Steve got out.
“They’ll only be a minute- let’s go.” He nodded, beginning to walk towards the sand. You shrugged as the four of you following Steve to find a spot.
“Why haven’t they come down yet?” You asked impatiently, watching as Peter, Clint and Tony stood in the ocean, “did I do something?”
Steve shook his head, “no no definitely not. Not intentionally, at least.”
You scoffed softly, “what’s that supposed to mean?”
You turned to look at the super soldier with confused eyes. “Don’t you know why he doesn’t like the beach?” Steve asked, “hasn’t anyone told the story?”
“Oh.” Steve sucked in a breath, mentally preparing himself to continue, “when he was 14, his little sister drowned in the ocean one time when he took her to the beach. Has refused to go ever since. •MORE IN COMMENTS•
Soz this is short -Elle ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
He stared down the barrel of her gun and smiled, “do it.”
“Don’t test me, Hiddleston, I will do it.” You adjusted the gun in your hand, pointing it directly in his face. His smile didn’t flatter. “Your good at hiding your fear, aren’t you? I know you’re secretly crapping your pants right now.”
“Well... I am an actor...” he hesitated, a small laugh coming from the end of his sentence, “and I’m not scared anyways. You don’t have the willpower to shoot me.”
“Yes I do!” You persisted, your strong persona fading at the second, “I definitely do!” His constant talking was getting to you.
“Well guess what?” He asked.
“You mightn’t, but I do.” With that, he jumped up from his position on the ground, shooting you twice in the leg before running away. “You DICKHEAD! I’ll get you!!” You yelled after him before looking hastily down at your leg. Blue splats sat around your thigh where it hit you, making you throw down your own gun. “I hate paintball.” You mumbled, kicking at the loose gravel around you.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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This is cute for a Gamora imagine- I usually hate doing them lmao -Elle ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Nervously, you knocked on the door. There was distant chatter from inside, followed by the door slightly opening. “Hello?” Someone asked, “who are you?”
You tried to get a look inside, but they just closed the door further. “Y/N. Is Gamora in there? I’d like to see her.” You sighed, crossing your arms over your chest.
“You want to see GaMoRA?” Another voice chimed in, disbelief imminent in their voice, “as in our Gamora? Green faced, kinda moody–“
“Yes, that Gamora.” You interrupted, “now please... can I come in and see her?” There was a short silence, and the door began to drift open. Suddenly, it stopped. “For f–“
“WAIT. How do you know that this is where she would be?” The second voice asked.
“Oh you know... I have my ways. You should see what you can do with a genius IQ.” You laughed.
“Really?” They both said in disbelief.
“No, knuckle heads. I asked around. It’s not that hard.” You scoffed, “now let me in please.”
“Fine...” the first person sad sadly, opening the door. Before you stood Drax and Peter Quill. You didn’t known who it was at the moment, of course, but you did learn quite fast. The quickest way you learned it was when Gamora came striding in.
“Quill, Drax! What are you two do– Y/N.”
The smallest smile came onto your face, “Gamora.”
Peter and Drax looked between the two in a confused haze, their confusion only intensifying when the two of you meet for a big hug in the middle. “What the...” Peter whispered, cautiously leading Drax out of the room, “we should go.”
“I didn’t think I was gonna see you again.” Gamora said, her voice muffled by talking into the crook of your neck. You held her tight, not wanting to let go.
“Neither did I, honestly.” Gamora pulled back, putting her hands on your shoulders, “where have you been all this time?” Her eyes searched your face as you hesitated.
“Oh you know... around and stuff. Totally not in other galaxies making friends with Asgardians.”
“Asgardi-What? That’s going to be a story for later. In the meantime, just hug me, please.”
“Yo Wiener Soldier; get your ass over here!” You called, looking at Sebastian from over your shoulder. He began to walk over as laugher began to bubble from around the green-room. “What?” He asked, taking his rightful seat next to you. Anthony Mackie shook his head, smiling widely.
“She called you the freaking Wiener Soldier... and you answered to it! What are you, a hitman for hotdogs?” He broke into laughter, the strange sound making everyone else laugh too.
You looked uncomfortably to Sebastian, laughing quietly. “Why is this so funny?”
“I don’t know, Y/N.” he chuckled, “I don’t know.”
You sat in the green room, watching your best friends on the large TV. They were all neatly sat on the couches, answering questions and chatting causally. You were so proud of them all. Their success has only grown and grown since the first Avenger’s movie, becoming quite the famous group. They’re your best friends, inside and out. You zoned out for a moment, immediately tuning back in at the mention of your name.
“So all of us have a common best friend, Y/N.” Chris introduced, causing a cheer to rise from the crowd. Both yourself and the rest of the cast smiled simultaneously. “And we learnt not long ago that she has a wonderful nickname for Seb.”
Seb, as well as the others, laughed as you felt your face reddened from behind the screen. “Oh yeah?” The interviewer enticed, “what is it?”
“Ready we’ll all say it on three.” Robert smiled, looking to his friends.
“Wait... on three or after three?” Tom Holland asked. He was ignored as Robert began to count.
“One, two, three...”
The group all said the name, smiling widely towards the camera, “wiener soldier.”
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You 👏🏼 say 👏🏼 y’all 👏🏼 a 👏🏼 lot 👏🏼 sorry -Elle ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
“Hey guys!” You smiled, waving into the camera. Hundreds of people began to join, their comments flooding the chat. “Woah, y’all are chatty as shit today.” You laughed at the assortment of messages that were appearing, choosing a few to read out. “Is it true that you are pregnant? Honey.” You stood up and moved so your whole body was in frame, “7 months pregnant true enough for you? I’m basically going to burst in a few months.” You did a little pose, showing your large belly, “Okay is that enough time for you guys to get your screenshots? I’m just tryna help a friend out.” You took a seat again, looking through the comments for more things to reply to. “See I don’t really have a reason to be live, I just kinda felt like it and Chris is at the supermarket right now so why not.” You leant your head in your hand, humming before you read another comment.
“Oo I like this one- it asks what my favourite song is.” You stood up again, grabbing your iPad from across the room. You swiftly connected it to your speaker, bringing up a playlist. “Here are some of my favourites at the moment. Please enjoy my awful pregnant dance waddle.” You pressed play, preparing yourself to dance. You laughed at yourself on the phone. “Oh my god I feel sorry for you guys, you’re going to have to see me dance whilst looking like this.” You moved closer to the camera, seeing the messages telling you that you looked beautiful, and also asking what the song was.
“Oh thank honeys! The song i–“
“HEY BABY!” Chris bellowed, running into the lounge room where you were. You screamed, holding your hands to your stomach.
“I swear to GOD, CHRISTOPHER!” You squealed, allowing him to give you a hug, “you almost made me shit out this fucking kid two months early.”
Chris laughed, looking over your shoulder at the camera, “hey guys! Hope you enjoyed that. I heard her talking so I thought I’d scare her” he winked, sending the viewers into a frenzy.
He really did this just to flex
Ahhh, one of my faves to write for 🥰 -Elle ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Zipping up your suitcase, you jumped up to your feet. You sighed contently, tipping the suitcase up onto its wheels and taking it with you to the kitchen. Tom was there with Harrison, their respective suitcases by their sides.
“Now who’s ready do get their holiday on?!” You cheered, “I know I am!”
Harrison let out a laugh as Tom put his head in his hands, shaking his head. “You are really excited, aren’t you?” Harrison chuckled, sending a look towards Tom, “you’re almost more excited than the birthday boy himself.” Harrison smirked as Tom rolled his eyes playfully, “it’s still before my usual wake up time- I’m tried.” He shrugged, smiling sleepily at his feet. “Well looks like we know who isn’t driving first; Mr Birthday boy needs his beauty rest.” You smiled, “now come on, losers, let’s get going!” You clapped your hands excitedly, leading the way out of the apartment.
There were, in short, three reasons about why you were so excited. 1- It was your best friend’s birthday. 2- it was your first time going on a full fledged road trip to a holiday since you were in your early teens. 3- You had planned for the three of you to stay at the most amazing place; Chewton Glen. You had booked the treehouse loft suite, one of the most beautiful- and expensive- suites. You knew that as soon as the boys saw it they would melt.
“Oh my– oh- holy shit.” Tom’s mouth was agape as he entered the suite. From where he was standing, he could already tell that this place was both overpriced and absolutely amazing. He looked to you with the brightest
smile on his face. “Thank you.” He grabbed you, pulling you in for the tightest hug he could muster without breaking you in half.
“Not a problem, buddy. It’s your birthday- you deserve to be spoilt.” You smiled into his chest, rocking him back and forth as he kept his arms around you.
“Sorry to spoil the moment, but I kinda want to explore the suite so I’m just gonna go... over here...” Harrison coughed, bringing the last of the suitcases in. You pulled away from Tom, looking to him with a small smile. •MORE IN COMMENTS•
Actually kinda like this 🤷🏽♀️ -Elle
“Welcome, Avengers, to the annual nerf war!” Rhodey smiled, standing before the group of slightly overexcited adults, “we will play many rounds, the first of which being in pairs. Last pair standing will win... something... I don’t know yet.”
There was a chuckle across the room as Rhodey continued, “so pick your pairs, and write them on the whiteboard. From there, you will position yourself around the centre piece and wait for further instruction.”
“It’s like we’re in school again and Rhodie is the weird English teacher that likes to recreate moments from her favourite dystopian book series.” You sighed, looking around the room as everyone made their partnerships.
“Okay... weird description but okay...” Natasha laughed, “so do you want to write our name up or shall I?”
You did a double take, “w-what? Who said we were partners?”
“Me. Just then. Now go write us up.” Natasha said, nudging you with a smile. Wide-eyed, you got up to meet Rhodey by the whiteboard. He held the whiteboard marker out to you, waiting for you to take it.
“Y/N! Who are you with today for your first year?” You took the marker from Rhodey, writing yours and Natasha’s name to the bottom of the list. Rhodey choked on his own saliva, trying to cover his surprise with a cough. “Natasha?! How great!” Rhodey coughed, gesturing to the direction the two you needed to go on. “Come on, Nat!” You called, beginning to walk where Rhodey pointed. You looked around you, seeing the other teams. Thor and Captain America, Tony and Peter, Wanda and Vision- it was intense. Everyone stood tall and proud, delivering their best game faces. “Oh my God.” You whispered, looking to Nat as she came up beside you, “this seems so serious.” Nat laughed, clapping you on the shoulder, “just you wait, kid.”
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Yay content maybe u could make a bucky Tony y/n love triangle
You instantly regretted letting Tony drag you to this party when he drank maybe a little too much, collapsed in your arms, and when you had to drag him over to a corner and sit with him so nobody touches him. You sat there, his head in your lap, combing his hair with your hands, watching his breathing calm. Steve (easily) angered Tony (or vice versa), who had had one too many drinks, and they nearly had gotten into a fight. You were pretty sure Steve had left, or was sitting somewhere calming down. Maybe you should go talk to him. You were in the middle of all these thoughts, when someone walked up to you, sitting a couple feet away. “Hey.” You looked up at the person who said that. You recognized him as Steve’s friend, but you didn’t really know that much about him. “Is he okay?” “Yeah. I hope. What happened to Steve?” He hesitated before saying, “He’s in the bathroom. I think. He’s been in there since Tony collapsed.” You nodded. “Oh. Okay. What was your name again?” You felt stupid for not asking earlier, but it didn’t feel like the right time. “Bucky. You’re Y/N, right? Y/N Y/L/N? ‘Modern’ celebrity?” You found the way he said modern weird, as if he were finger quoting the word with his voice. You nodded. “Yeah. I-I guess. Celebrity is a still a weird word for me though.” He smiled. “You obviously don’t have as big an ego as him then.” He nodded towards Tony, who was stirring in his unconscious state. You smiled, still looking at Tony. “No, I definitely do. Just not in the same way.” He nodded, when someone called his name. He stood up, nodding at you. “See you later.” “Wait!” You called, taking out your phone. “You got a phone number?” He gave you a number (and Tony said that Steve’s team was old-fashioned), and someone called his name again. “Bucky! You’re not supposed to be talking with the enemy!” Then he left.
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It would be nice if he would let me breathe from time to time
Bro this made me want a motorcycle even more
Yee (and I cannot stress this enough) Haw
Teenager!india. This is obvi set in Australia, so sorry if you fOReInGeRs don’t understand some of it 😂-Elle ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
India led the way with a bright smile, pushing the trolley throughout the isles. You weren’t far behind her, simply scanning for items to grab.
India stopped suddenly in her tracks, almost causing you to run straight into her. “What are you doing, you sod?” You laughed, “I almost ran straight into the back of you!”
“Shut up. I found the goods.” She smirked, leaning forward towards the bottles of fizzy. “Now, do we want creaming soda, Pasito or simple coke?” India giggled excitedly, rubbing her hands together.
“Whatever you want, you know I won’t drink any of it.” You shrugged.
“Oh yeah, I forgot you were boring.” She smiled, nudging you as she grabbed the large bottle of creaming soda. You bumped her back, causing her to slip and hit the side of the trolley. It rolled away, narrowly missing an old woman before you caught it. “Sorry!” You squeaked out, retreating quickly with the trolley before she could hear you and India burst into laughter. India still had the bottle in her hand, leaning on of the supporting poles of the shelf. You just held tightly onto the trolley, face bright red with embarrassment and laughter.
Chris rounded the corner then to see his daughter and best friend essentially doubled over in laughter. It was a truly heartwarming sight to see India so genuinely happy. He knew that the friendship the two of them shared was one that should be valued. In that moment, Chris realised how much friendship should really be valued.
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This is like a blurb sorry. It’s 12:15 and I wanna go to sleep but noh I have to write -Elle ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Odin’s children. Assumably, there is three of them. Hela, Thor and Loki. Everyone knows the three of them, their own stories being shared across the world. What everyone doesn’t know, however, is that when Loki joined the family, so did Y/N. She is the youngest of the four, and also the most ‘human’ if you will. She quickly adapted to the life on midgardian Earth, almost completely blending in after a few months.
When on Earth, she stayed in the Avengers facility, usually accompanied by at least one of her brothers. Thor would come and they would get Poptarts. Loki would come and they would people watch and slyly mess up things about their day to get a laugh. It was a great lifestyle.
Every once in a while, she would even go to Midtown High with Peter Parker. She already knew essentially everything to be known at their school, so she would accidentally climb to the top of every class she attended. It would make Peter laugh how she would show up to a class for a few days, ace them and then leave for a few weeks at a time. Without a doubt, this would happen every single time, leaving everyone but him and Ned clueless as to how this girl can be so smart but so bad at attending. It was borderline insane.
Y/N Odindottir was also admired by almost every boy at Midtown high. Flash, specifically, would always ask why a beautiful girl like her would spend her limited days at school with ‘Penis Parker’ when she could just as easily sit with him. Every time Y/N would stare at him with raised eyebrows and a lopsided smile, shrugging her shoulders as she shows him her middle finger. Flash would scoff, leaving until the next time when he would say something of slight variation.
Peter and Ned thought it was both hilarious and sweet now protective she was of the both of them. Someone pushed Peter into the lockers, and Y/N punched them square in the face. Luckily, it was not long before she left for Asgard again. That kid got a broken nose and a hurt pride, not daring to even look at Peter- Let alone her. •MORE IN COMMENTS•
I've been slacking off oopsies
Im posting on break -Elle ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
“Why don’t we play the nervous game?” Tony asked, a smirk on his face as he sat back in his seat. You let out a laugh, shaking your head.
“We are ~not~ playing that.” You rolled your eyes, “has anyone else got ideas... Steve?”
The super soldier shook his head as Tony sat up taller, turning to you. “Aye hang on... let’s take a step back for a moment. Why can’t we play the nervous game?” Tony speculated, wiggling his eyebrows, “are you already nervous??”
The other avengers let out a chuckle as you crossed your arms over your chest.
“I am just not playing a touching game with a manwhore who wouldn’t even get nervous if we all had to strip in front of you.” You retaliated, raising your hands in defence.
Tony shrugged, sitting back down again, “true, I guess.”
Sam Wilson then took a liking to leading the conversation. “Look at him, Y/N! You broke the playboy by calling him a manwhore!!” He announced, a large smile plastering his face, “he’s probably writing you off his list of hookups by now.”
Tony adverted his eyes away from both you and Sam, laughing to try and cover the fact that what you said actually stung a little. Yes, he slept around. Yes, he has had his array of lovers. But if you were to actually take notice of him recently, you’d see out that he had been making an effort to not do that anymore. Of course, he was still the flirty and inappropriate
man that he has always been, it was just the continuous sex that he was disregarding. He was trying to better himself for you, but you didn’t think anything of it. He was obviously still the skanky man to you... not matter what he did.
“Hey, who said she was on my list in the first place!” Tony scoffed, shifting in his seat. Everyone quietened down, looking to you with shocked expressions.
You simply rolled your eyes, muttering an exasperated ‘whatever’ before getting up and leaving the room.
Okay so I’m lowkey in a funk because school is impending and staring the year is of the most anxious things ever for me ananansnwnsjdjc -Elle ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
As you lifted the coffee cup to your lips, you felt a tug on your sleeve. You looked down to see Aspyn staring up at you with wide eyes. “Hello sweetheart!” You cooed, picking her up into your lap. Clint’s face lit up at the interaction; his niece conversing with his youngest daughter. She smiled at you briefly, before making her face as serious as she could.
“I needa tell you a secret.” She not so subtly whispered. You gasped.
“Really?” You said, mouth agape. Aspyn nodded avidly. “Ok, whisper it in my ear.” The little girl leant in close to your ear, quietly sharing her secret. “I broke one of daddy’s pointy sticks.” On the inside, you laughed. She must have snapped the end of one his arrows. You must have let out a chuckle on the outside too, because you got an incredibly disgusted look from the 4 year old. “This is not a laughing time!” She bellowed, turning to her father, “Daddy! Tell her it’s not time to laugh.”
Clint raised his arms in defence, “I don’t know what you told her, As, but I’m sure she shouldn’t be laughing. Y/N. Don’t laugh.” He pointed his chin towards the sky, trying not to laugh himself. He sent you a wink when she turned to face you again.
“Okay, well do you want to go and play so I can finish my coffee?” You asked, lifting the child onto the ground. She shuffled off, and you turned to your uncle.
“Do I want to know what she told you?” He said worriedly. You laughed, taking another sip from your coffee.
“Why don’t you just go and check to see how many arrows you have.”
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I really don’t like this. -Elle ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
You lifted your head, meeting the gaze of your best friend. You tried your best to hide your saddened expression with a soft smile as you replied.
“Yep, I’m fine.” You sighed, giving his knee a squeeze before leaving your seat, “I’ll- I’ll just be right back.”
You left the room, swiftly making your way into the bathroom. Standing before the mirror, you pulled out your ponytail, letting the hair fall around your shoulders. “Get yourself together, Y/N.” You whispered to yourself, running your hands through your hair, “it’s not the worst thing. It’s fine.”
You didn’t even realise that tears began to make their way down your face until you were forcefully wiping them away. In that moment, seeing yourself crying in the reflection of the mirror, you felt hopeless.
Peter was leaving, and there was nothing you could do about it. He was going to live in the avengers facility to be closer to Stark and the Avengers, leaving you and Ned in Queens. Alone. And he tells you with- what- 2 days notice? Fuck friends, man.
You quickly gathered yourself, desperate to finish this conversation and head home. All You needed to do was create an excuse and leave. You needed to be by yourself to process this information properly. “Petey, I’m really sorry, but I’m going to have to go home. Mum needs help with cooking the pasta bake for tonight.” You shrugged, picking your purse up from the armchair beside Peter. He furrowed his eyebrows, watching as you collected my things.
“Y/N.” He said. You hummed in reply. “Look at me.”
You slowly turned to meet his eyes. You forced a smile as he looked at you sadly.
“You’ve been crying.” His whole face softened as he took a step closer. You shook your head, taking a step backwards.
“Don’t be ridiculous, I have not.” You laughed, scraping your hair back into a ponytail, “I literally just got a text from my mum, she needs me at home.”
Peter didn’t say a thing as you out the door of his apartment, not looking back. He knew that you were upset, it was all over your face from the moment he told you about his move. •MORE IN COMMENTS•
Idk if a tall caramel macchiato is a thing bc we don’t have Starbucks in my state :) -Elle ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Eddie waited in line, his arms crossed over his chest. Venom babbled inconsistently into his ear, continuously going back to asking when they could eat their next ‘bad guy’. Eddie huffed quietly to himself, mumbling to his symbiote under his breath.
“Just let me get my coffee.” He said, muffling his words with a cough. “I’m HuNgRY, Eddie.”
“Shut up... please.”
People around him turned to look at his sudden speaking, making him hold his phone up to his head and force a crooked smile. Some people’s eyes narrowed before turning around, others laughing to themselves before edging ever so slightly away. Eddie rolled his eyes, shoving his phone back into his pocket. “Tall Caramel macchiato for...” the barista paused, squinting his eyes at the scrawled handwriting, “Ew-Ewie? Eddie? A tall caramel macchiato!”
Eddie looked up just as the boy placed the takeaway up onto the bench. He made his way towards it, going to grab it at the same time another hand does. They both retract their hands at the simultaneously, looking at each other suspiciously.
“–that’s my order?” Eddie said, unsure, “tall caramel macchiato?” He looked to the barista for approval, but he was too busy making another drink. Venom began to tell Eddie how they should just eat her... she’s probably bad anyways if she’s stealing drinks. Eddie sighed, ignoring venom and turning back to the girl.
“Oh- well I ordered one too. What’s your name?” She asked, looking to the drink on the bench. She moved the cup around so you could see the messy handwriting. This was a weird scenario to be in.
“Eddie.” He said simply.
“Evie...” she responded. “Huh, how weird.” Eddie’s gaze went from the girl to the macchiato. The only legible thing was the E at the start and the ie at the end. How great.
“Is she bad? Can we eat her?” Venom whined, obviously hungry. Eddie clenched his fist behind his back, trying to get venom to take the hint to shut up before he goes crazy.
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