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hufflepuff | here for a good time, not a long time

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╰☆☆ Masterlist ☆☆╮

Welcome to my masterlist!

genre key:

fluff- ❀

angst- ✻

smut- ✸

Requests:

open || closed

mostly excepting Grey's Anatomy requests

Status:

putting off working on requests

Exceptions:

I will probably only work on Grey's requests for now

all works:

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Fred Weasley:

To My Room ❀

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Ginny Weasley:

Notice Me ❀/✻

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mood boards:

yule ball

slytherin yule ball

hufflepuff yule ball

ravenclaw yule ball

gryffindor yule ball

outfit inspo

slytherin outfit inspo

hufflepuff outfit inspo + another one

ravenclaw outfit inspo + another one

gryffindor outfit inspo + another one

people/characters

Jonathan Daviss (Pope Hayward)

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incorrect quotes:

ron x harry

ginny x luna

hermione x ron

hermione x ron

draco x harry

ron x weasleys

ginny x harry

hermione x ron

cristina x alex

lexie x meredith

natasha x steve (bucky)

who i write for:

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter || Ron Weasley || Fred Weasley || George Weasley || Draco Malfoy || Neville Longbottom || Newt Scamander

Hermione Granger || Ginny Weasley || Luna Lovegood

Grey's Anatomy:

Derek Shepherd || Mark Sloan || Jackson Avery || Owen Hunt || Alex Karev

Meredith Grey || Arizona Robbins || Lexie Grey || Amelia Shepherd || Addison Montgomery || April Kepner || Jo Wilson

Marvel:

Steve Rodgers || Bucky Barnes || Tony Stark || Sam Wilson || Thor Odinson || Loki Laufeyson || Stephen Strange || Peter Parker || Scott Lang || Bruce Banner || Clint Barton || T'Challa

Natasha Romanoff || Wanda Maximoff || Carol Danvers || Yelena Belova (soon) || Shuri

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genres i write for:

fluff || smut || angst

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styles i write for:

imagines || one-shots || headcannons || moodboards || fics

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time frames:

quick posting time:

headcannons || moodboards || blurbs

long posting time:

imagines || one-shots || fics

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pairings i write for:

cannon x reader (male or female)

cannon x specified (requested) name

cannon x oc (male or female)

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Link: wanna bang?

Amelia: what?

Link: *hang* sorry, autocorrect, ha

Amelia: ... this is a verbal conversation, link...

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It's a missing Derek Shepherd kind of day.

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Hermione: we're so in sync that we finish each other's-

Ron: sentences

Hermione: please don't interrupt me

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.the book of the crooked

{fae!helmut zemo x reader}

rating: mature

summary: every few winters, a villager is granted the esteemed honor of being the great raven's sacrificial bride. which is a glorified way of saying you're about to become some monster's lunch in the hope it will continue to protect the village. however, worst turns to ... unusual when you find out the great raven is actually a fae.

warnings: fantasy AU, death mentioned, blood and gore, enemies-to-lovers, human/fae relationships, femme presenting reader but no genitalia described, reader wears a wedding dress, hypothermia mentioned, ANGST, faerie!zemo, reader’s nickname is worm,

a/n: i'm a little out of my element because this is entirely fantasy with zero smut, but i had fun! also, i have no idea if i'm going to continue this. i just wanted fae!zemo. if i did another part, it would have to be smut. anyway, enjoy!

Of all the ways you thought you would die, getting devoured by a giant raven was ... actually not as crazy as it might seem. Yet, as you sat shivering in your cage, you concluded that you would sooner die of the elements than this beast that supposedly tormented your village for centuries.

You wrap your arms tighter around your body, hoping to preserve what little warmth you can. Unfortunately, the garish wedding gown you were forced into did nothing to help. The fabric was thin; if you made one wrong move, you would tear it completely. But, perhaps that was the point. If the beast was as hungry as you thought it would be, it would want to rid you of your wrappings fast.

Squinting against the harsh, winter wind you look to the sky. The moon was dark tonight, as were the stars. More snow was to come. Viciously, you hoped it would bury the village as penance for all the lives they stole on some fool's errand. The practice of Sacrificial Brides was archaic and did nothing except thin out your already dying village.

There was no beast in these woods. That you knew. Most of the village agreed, and you're sure that if it were solely a community decision, they would abolish this nonsense once and for all; however, the elders had a chokehold on your village and its beliefs. The four of them were part of a dying generation that clung to the worship of this beast, insisting it was the only thing that protected the village from monsters and famine. One life, they claimed, was comparable to the lives of dozens. They called their beast the Great Raven and erected a life-like statue in the center of town so everyone would remember. Not that these men ever laid eyes on the supposed beast. No one had.

Despite the growing disbelief in such a creature, no one dared speak up. You tried to, once, when your sister was chosen. It earned you a smack on the face. They locked you inside your home and prevented you from saying goodbye to her one last time as she was paraded around the village. Perhaps it shouldn’t have hurt so much when no one spoke up on your behalf, either, but it did. Not even your dearest friends, who all made a pact to protect one another, should they be drawn. When the time came to protect you, they kept their mouths firmly shut. They looked at you with pitying eyes, but were quietly they were relieved it wasn’t them. Cowards. All of them, cowards.

You bury your face in your knees, body ransacked with another vicious shiver. Your jaw permanently aches from constantly chattering, and your fingers are frozen stiff. Your hope was you’d die peacefully in your sleep, though peace seemed a long way away. Still, you close your eyes and pretend to relax.

Then, the wind stopped.

It was so sudden that you sat up, alert. The stillness made you uneasy; a tendril of dread wrapped around your spine. It was like every sense in your body came alive, waiting with bated breath for ... something. Anything. But there was nothing.

After many hours, your eyes were attuned to the dark. The ginormous birdcage you were sealed into sat atop a frozen lake. The land beyond was coated in a thick blanket of snow. It was the same, barren landscape you'd known since you were small. Leafless trees stood still for the first time all night. It was as if the entire world collectively held its breath in anticipation. Even the sound of your rustling skirts seemed offensive to the sudden quiet, so you stilled yourself and waited, too.

That's when you heard it. A loud swoosh coming from somewhere above. You looked up, but it was too late.

A massive, black shape landed on the ice with a thud. You think you tried to scream, but the harsh winter wind froze your vocal cords, so it came out a rasped cry.

Was it a wolf? No, no, it was too big to be a wolf. It was too big to be anything you had ever witnessed before. Frantically, you scanned the silhouette, following the curve of its head, down its body, to its feet. It almost looked like a bird.

Like a raven.

Your eyes widened in horror. As much as you didn't want to believe it, you couldn't deny what stood right in front of you. And, funnily enough, all you could think was that the statue in your village paled in comparison to the real beast.

That wood carving was a sheepdog's same height and width, with stiff feathers and shrewd eyes. But, Great Raven you saw now was bigger than a horse and twice as wide. The feathers seemed to have a mind of their own as they rippled with an unnatural, iridescent sheen. Its large, curved beak came to a sharp point, sharp enough that one peck would surely slice clean through your belly and out the other side. And those eyes, oh, those eyes...

Its talons pierced the ice which your cage balanced precariously on, threatening to shatter it and plunge you into a watery grave. The silence stretches between you like a great river. You wait for the thing to pounce, to snap its beak and chop you into tiny bits. You can’t take it—that thing just … staring at you.

As the Great Raven approached, you scrambled to the furthest corner of the cage, pressing yourself against the bars until it hurt.

“Please,” you rasp.

The Great Raven cocks its head, studying you with fathomless black eyes. For a moment, you could almost believe it was conscious like a human. But, of course, that was insane. There was no way such a despicable beast could be intelligent.

All the same, fear loosened your tongue, and you spoke again. "If you must kill me, please make it quick.”

You're not sure you could handle a slow, painful death. After these past hours of mindless suffering and torment, you deserve something to go right.

The Great Raven blinked slowly. And, much to your surprise, spoke. “Is that what you villagers think I do?”

You feel as though the breath has been stolen from your lungs. That bird … that thing just …

“You—You can—t-talk?”

The Raven took a few steps to the left, and you scrambled to the right.

“Please calm yourself,” says the Raven. “Contrary to what you may believe, I don’t make a habit of eating humans.”

The shivers return. “I don’t believe you. I’ve heard the gruesome tales of what men find in these cages.” Or outside in the snow, like your poor, dead sister.

“Believe it or don’t, but I cannot lie. That was likely done by the ravenous animals that lurk around these woods. Fresh meat is hard to come by in the winter, something your village is well aware of.” The Raven regards you for a moment, then continues. “I offer you the same choice I have offered every Sacrifice who came before. Your fate is in your hands, my wriggling worm, and I will respect whichever you choose. I can free you, here and now. I will snap the locks of your cage, and you can try to run back home before the frostbite or wolves decide to kill you. However, if you choose this option, my assistance to you ends the moment I free you. Should your life be in mortal peril, it will be up to you to save yourself.”

You blink rapidly. You hadn’t been expecting that. But then again, this whole scenario was quite bizarre. You look off into the night, where the trees clump together. Something howls in the distance, hungry and waiting. Your mind flashes with the memory of your dead sister. They found her in the dense trees, her body torn to pieces. They carted her home in boxes. It had been the wolves—even back then, you knew that. There was no way you could make it back to the village before they got to you. Even if you evaded them, it was doubtful you would be welcomed back with open arms.

Turning back to the Raven, you ask, “Or?”

“Or,” repeats the Raven, “you can come with me. The choice is yours.”

"Come with you?" you echo, "Come with you where? To your nest?"

It says nothing.

You set your jaw. "What will you do to me?"

"I have no intention of harming you now or in the future. Other than that ..." The Raven's beak closes, and you can't help but view it as a human gesture like it was pressing its lips together. "... I can tell you no more. Either come or stay. It makes no difference to me but make your choice now. I must return before sunrise."

You hesitate, mulling over everything you have learned thus far. Ultimately, you concluded both options had an equal amount of risk. You had already come to terms that you wouldn’t survive the wood. All that was left was…

"I will come with you."

The Raven didn't seem pleased nor displeased. "So be it."

It clamps its beak onto the lock and snaps it with ease. The door swings open, freedom awaiting you. The Raven steps back, giving you space to exit. Tentatively, you step onto the ice. Your shoes are worn down, giving you no traction against the slick surface. You cling to the metal bars, unsure of your next move.

As if sensing your thoughts, the Raven speaks. "Come. Climb upon my back." It turns around so its back faces you. You're confronted once again by how ginormous the beast is. If it so much as smacked you with its wing, you would be done for. Sensing your hesitation, it added, "Don't worry, you can't hurt me."

That was the last thing on your mind. You're not keen about touching the Raven, but there's no way around it. Slowly, you ease away from the bars and catch yourself on the beast's back. The feathers are coarse between your fingers as you hoist yourself up. It's uncomfortable, to say the least. The wedding dress proves to be a hindrance, so you bunch it up around your waist as you shimmy closer to its neck. Finally, in a somewhat decent spot, you let the dress fall forward.

"You'll need to hold onto me," said the Raven. "If you fall, I won't come after you."

"You're not a very helpful bird, are you?" you murmur. You bend forward, pressing your body flush against the beast's, and wrap your arms around its neck.

Without warning, the Raven jolts forward. You yelp, tightening your grip as quickly as you can. It takes a running start before its great, black wings extend beyond its body. With a single, mighty flap, it lifts you off the ground and hurtles you into the sky.

Your thighs tighten around its body. With its wings up, your feet have nothing to hook onto, leaving you to cling to its body with only your legs.

You watch the ground as you climb further into the air until you feel sick. The wind whistles, rushing past you, whipping your hair every which way. You thought it had been cold before, but now it’s frigid. The Raven’s body gives you some warmth, but not enough. Still, you cannot let go to adjust the dress or hold yourself. You have to hang on. Otherwise, you'll fall.

The twinkling lights of the village glow like stars against the abyss below. From this high up, it almost looks beautiful.

You watch the village shrink into the distance until your eyes burn from not blinking. Tears gather to combat the dryness, and you finally squeeze them shut and burrow your face into the Raven's neck. Its body shakes, almost like it was chuckling.

Flying is more miserable than you possibly imagined. You'll never know how long you were in the air that day, but you will never forget the feeling. How you became so cold, it was almost warm, how snow cut your hands and face, or how you nearly fell to your death more times than you could count.

It was a long, silent journey. You flew over an endless stretch of woods and mountains. At some point, you wondered if it would ever end or if you were destined to die like this...

Only when you had considered giving up that the storm broke.

It was like you passed through a wall of fog and ice, and when you came out the other side, spring had arrived. The temperature change was sudden, so unexpected, that you felt like you'd flown straight into the sun.

Blearily, you lifted your head from the Raven's neck. What you saw left you speechless.

No longer was the ground covered in snow, nor were the trees bare. Instead, it was all green, as green could be. The fields glimmer like emeralds in the morning sun. Trees bore white and pink flowers, holding the promise of fruit. The sky had been pained with pinks and oranges, so vivid they hurt your eyes.

Perhaps if your tear ducts weren't frozen, you would've cried. Nothing in your life had been as beautiful as this place. It was the very definition of spring. Its warmth and vibrance made home in your heart, filling it with wonder.

“Look if you can, pretty bird,” the Raven called over its wing. “Home is down there.”

Oh, you didn't want to tear your eyes away from the landscape. It would be cruel to pay attention to anything else. All the same, you managed to look away and follow the beast's gaze. With great effort, you craned your head around the other side of its neck. What you saw stole your breath.

The valley you were admiring came to a steep incline, almost mountainous in height. Sitting atop it was a castle that glimmered like the day. The higher the sun rose, the more the castle shone. It spread light into the valley, casting beautiful patterns of color onto the grass. Life around you began to wake with the dawn. Birds began to sing their sweet love songs, flowers perked up, and the trees whispered in the wind.

The Raven swooped low, drawing nearer to the castle. Now, you saw it was true. It's made of diamond. Like the whole thing had simply been carved out of one big gem. The walls were smooth, like glass, and shimmered with all the colors of the rainbow. It lights up the entire valley, seemingly becoming the sun itself.

The Raven circles its home, allowing you to bask in its grandeur and the land surrounding it before it perches itself on the tallest balcony. It hops from the railing onto solid ground, its muscles relaxing instantly.

You realize this must be where you let go, but hours of the harsh winter elements have made your muscles stiff, and your bones ache. It takes you several minutes before you can even feel your fingers. Thankfully, the Raven doesn't rush you.

Unwinding your arms from its neck makes you wince. You're finally able to get a good look at your skin, and it isn't pretty. Your skin is chapped, some parts of it bleeding. The very tips of your fingers are an unnatural blackish-blue. The Raven dips its back, and you slide off.

You overestimate your own strength because as soon as your feet touch the ground, you collapse. All the exhaustion, fear, and agony that accumulated over the trip suddenly caught up with you. Black spots danced before your vision, blotting out the sky. The last thing you see is a human hand reaching out for you.

Everything hurt. This was your first conscious thought. You peel your eyes open, wincing at the brightness of the sun, and found yourself in a room you do not recognize. The walls glimmered like a pond during the summer. You couldn’t quite pinpoint what color it was. There was an ornate, golden mirror on the wall across from you, allowing yourself the perfect view of where you laid. Your reflection frowned back at you, equally as confused.

You wracked your brain for an answer. What you can up with was fuzzy. You’d been chosen for the lottery and led into the woods like a lamb to slaughter. They put you in a cage and left you for dead. Then …

The Raven.

“You’re awake.” A man stands in the doorway but doesn’t cross it. “Good. I started to think the journey killed you.” He lifted the tray in his hands and asked, “May I come in?”

Not knowing what else to say, you nod. The man smiles graciously and comes to your side. Weakly, you push yourself upright just in time for him to lay the tray on your lap. He perches himself on the edge of the mattress.

“You are the first in a very long time to survive that trip. It’s rather impressive. Most give up a few hours in and fall off—on accident or on purpose. Few have made it to the castle but died from exposure. Only one other has made it to this point. Congratulations. When we arrived, you were half-frozen and looked like death itself. Not a pleasant picture, I’m afraid, but you have made quite the improvement since.” The man takes your chin between his fingers and studies you. If you were in your right mind, you would’ve slapped his hand away, but all you could think about were how warm his fingers were. “Hm. Yes. Eat now. You must be famished.”

With shaking hands, you take the spoon between your fingers and sip some broth. It feels nice on your throat, soothing your aching vocal cords.

You study the man as you drink. He was quite beautiful if you were honest. His brown hair seemed bronze in the sunlight, and his eyes had a peculiar blackness to them that almost reminded you of…

“Is the Raven alright?”

The man chuckles softly. “Concerned? I thought you were afraid?”

“I’m not afraid.” He quirks an eyebrow, and you whither slightly. “Not anymore.”

“That’s good to know. It would make things awkward otherwise.”

Hiding your frown, you mull over all the questions in your mind before settling on the next. “This … place, this is its home?”

“Not how you pictured it?”

“Not at all.” Once again, you slide your eyes across the glimmering wall before landing on the mirror again. You wonder why someone would place something like that in front of a bed? Your gaze snaps to the man’s reflection, discreetly admiring him. “Who are you?”

“You ask an awful lot of questions, don’t you?”

“If the situation was reversed,” you start, “wouldn’t you?”

Thoughtfully, he tilts his head. “Perhaps.”

You wait for him to say something else, but he seems intent on frustrating you. Now, you don’t bother hiding your displeasure. What an odd man! Not to mention rude—but that thought ends quickly when you realize you must seem equally as rude, asking all these questions without introducing yourself.

You tell him your name, and his face alights with intrigue. A small, impish smile plays on his lips. “It’s a pleasure to meet you…”

The man shakes his head, “I will not give you what you ask. Names have power.” He doesn’t bother hiding his amusement. “Though, I suppose it’s too late for you. You are lucky I am who I am. Others would not hesitate to take advantage.”

As he speaks, realization dawns on you, and you feel the blood rush from your face. How could you be so stupid? But, then again—you couldn’t have known. It wasn’t that long ago you thought the Great Raven was a myth.

The pieces fell into place, one by one. There was no beast. There was only him. Your words come out hushed. “You’re fae.”

He tipped his head in confirmation.

You clutched the bed sheets for support. The world swirled, tilted, and shifted beneath your form. What did you get yourself into?! Nausea clogged your throat, and you swore the soup you’d just finished was about to reappear. The man grabbed your shoulders and held you fast.

“Easy. I told you before I had no intention of harming you, did I not?” He eased you back against the headboard. There was little space left between you, and you couldn’t help but stare into his eyes. Those beautiful, black eyes … “I cannot lie. Truthfully. It is the one thing I envy about you humans.”

The low tenor of his voice calmed your nerves. Gradually, the panic subsided and with it your dizziness. You were painfully aware of how close his body was to yours. Heat radiated off him in waves. The part of you that never fully thawed from your hellish journey relished in it. You wanted to burrow into his arms and let that warmth burn through you until you were nothing but ash. Your eyes flitted across his face, searching for similarities between the Great Raven and him. There wasn’t much, aside from his eyes. But his mannerisms reminded you of the Great Raven anytime he tilted his head or held his mouth a certain way.

Clearing your throat, you avert your gaze. You hope he hadn’t noticed how long you stared. Mentally, you went through all the things you knew about faeries which—admittedly—wasn’t a lot. Number one, they couldn’t lie. Number two, you should never give them your name. (Too late for that.) Number three, never thank them.

Knowing this, you choose your words carefully. “What … What may I call you?” You glance at him, smiling awkwardly, “I’d feel a little odd calling you ‘Great Raven.’”

“Tempting,” he jokes. The man purses his lips and thinks for a moment, “You may refer to me as the Baron.”

“Baron,” you repeat.

“Very good, worm.”

Your jaw drops. “Worm!”

His eyes glimmer with mirth. “I already said I will not use your name, so I need something to call you. Worm seems rather fitting, no?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Unless you have anything better in mind?” Baron raises his eyebrows. Try as you might, you can’t think of anything else. “I thought not.”

You huff. “And here I thought you were a gentleman. Perhaps you should’ve let me die if you intend to torment me.”

Some part of you knew he was only teasing, the way a young boy teases the girl he likes; but, it didn't mean you liked it. On the contrary, the name alone made you cringe. Worm. Like you were nothing but bait ...

Perhaps the name made sense after all. You huffed, rolling your eyes. Only then did it occur to you how strange this situation was. The Baron was fae, a wicked creature who could kill or enslave you without batting an eye, and here you were bickering with him. Of all the impossible things you had experienced thus far, this seemed the most incredulous.

But the Baron wasn't done with you yet. You could see it in his eyes; he liked this game.

“Sweet worm, you haven’t seen torment yet.”

There was something about his words that made you shiver. Up until this point, you hadn't considered what your purpose in the Baron's home would be. If the circumstances were different, you might assume he intended to hurt you, but fae couldn't lie, and he assured you that wasn't his prerogative. In fact, his interaction with you almost seemed flirty.

Once again, you were reminded of the small slip of space between your bodies. Heat raced to your cheeks. The Baron's gaze flitted between your eyes and your lips, and you swore you felt his body start to lean in.

But it was all in your head. Seconds later, the Baron leaned back and grabbed your tray.

“I will return later with more. I will not confine you to this room, but I ask that you try to rest. Most of your injuries have been healed, but your body needs more time. You're only human, after all.”

Swiftly, he stands and carts the tray away. Panic swells within you as he heads for the door.

“Wait!”

The Baron pauses. Truth be told, you hadn't actually expected him to stop. Now that he has, you feel a little foolish, but you have to know. Wetting your lips, you take a deep breath and ask.

“Why am I here?”

He replies, “Because you agreed to come.”

“But why did you take me?”

“I gave you a choice,” says the Baron, “Stay and try to make it home, or join me.”

This conversation was getting you nowhere. “Why can’t you answer the question?”

“I am. You’re not asking the right questions, worm.”

You grit your teeth, glaring at him. “What do you get out of my village sacrificing me? What is the purpose of you recovering these sacrifices anyway?”

You can tell you finally found the right questions when the Baron hesitates. “That has a … complicated answer. One that you aren’t ready to handle today. For now, all you need to know is that I have every intention of keeping you for myself.”

He gives you a look that says he won’t answer anything else. Not that you feel like asking. The one question you have left is the one you’re too afraid to say. The Baron rakes his eyes across your body before turning away. The door swings shut behind him, and you release a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. You stare at the door, caught between wishing him back and hoping he stayed away. The question burned inside of you, repeating in your mind like an echo.

What are you going to do to me?

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A masterpiece I tell you

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I'm still convinced Thor: Ragnarok was a fever dream. No, I will not be taking criticism at this time, thank you.

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Alright. It's that time of the year again. I need another piercing. What shall it beee

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someone talk me out of writing silver fox!bucky barnes

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I'm sorry but I just cannot do that

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Rich!Zemo Aesthetic

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The way my writers block leaves as soon as school starts and I have no free time ✌️

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Would y'all rather have a one shot where reader ends up with Bucky but Steve was secretly in love with them, or a Steve one shot where Bucky was secretly in love?

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Shoutout to the yellow/orange hue over season 1

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@ JJ the entirety of season 2

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So that'ssss why Kie was in the sewers. Makes sense makes sense

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ITS OUT BRB IN 7.5 HOURS DONT TALK TO ME

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One minute until OBX S2? I think sooo

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#soft