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whorefornatasharomanoff · 3 years ago

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Warnings (18+): Fingering, natasha Romanoff (yes she is a literal warning 🙃) degradation, edging, spanking, breeding kink (feel free to tell me if I missed any. I'm half asleep writing this)

Pairings: natasha Romanoff x Female reader

Notes: So this is my first time writing something like this so yeah. Ummm. You dont have the right to copy, translate it steal any of my work to post anywhere. Feel free to send in requests I'm going to try sorting the account out properly as it currently sucks. It has not been proofread as I'm half asleep writing this so yeah. Any feedback is appreciated

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Natasha had left for a meeting and to complete some important paperwork at the compound over 2 hours ago. You were growing impatient and extremely horny waiting for her. The only noise throughout the whole house was the tv in the room which is playing in the background which you turned to trying to distract yourself from the growing wetness in your panties.

That's it you thought. You pushed yourself back on the bed, taking your clothes off and placing one hand on your breasts. You began palming at your breasts and pinching and pulling at your hardened nipples. Your other hand wandering to your core. Your juices already beginning to leak. Your breathing becomes heavier and you you insert a finger deep into yourself quickly adding another finger. The coil in your stomach getting tighter and tighter. Being caught up in your own pleasure you didn't hear the front door open and that your girlfriend was standing at the door to your bedroom.

Adding another finger making the 'come hire' motion touching that special place inside you. Your moans get louder and your head is so clouded by pleasure that your cant think or hear anything else. The coil in the pit of your stomach tightens and your pussy clenched around your fingers. With your other hand you continue playing with your breasts and that's all it takes to throw you over the edge. Your moans fill the room as your juices squirt out of you.

"You dirty fucking slut" Natasha husked as she stepped closer to you sitting against headboard. Heat travelled to your cheeks in embarrassment, you attempt to close your legs but Nat forces them back open. The one rule was broken 'Dont touch yourself or cum without permission'. Nat turned around and walked over to the set of drawers.

She turned around holding silk rope, a vibrator and your favourite strap on. She gently pulled you down the bed and tied your legs and arms to the bed post and then began to tear her own clothes off. Her wetness glistening in the light you opened your mouth to speak but was cut off by Nat shoving her panties which she was just wearing. The taste of her juices from her panties making you grow wetter.

"I did have a suprise for you, for being such a good girl but then you do this and mess it all up like the little slut you are" Nat says as she places the vibrater into you on the lowest setting. "Please mommy" you muffle which didnt come out as anything but nat knew. All of a sudden she slapped your tits hard surely going to leave a mark. Your juices begin to spill around the toy as nat ups the speed on the vibration to almost maximum. Nat positions herself on top of you and starts sucking on your neck, collarbone and moving down you your breasts. With one of her hands she rubs her fingers through your folds to collect your slick and rubs them over your breasts before sucking your tits. A trail of hickeys covering your neck, collarbone and your breasts.

The coil in your stomach tightening, you try thrusting your hips upwards to get any friction possible but your hips were pushed firmly onto the bed by nat. Your moans becoming louder but muffled by nats panties in your mouth. Drool was dripping down your chin. "Mommy m'close" you tried saying. Nat took the panties out of your mouth "I want to hear your sweet moans slut" she turns the vibrator to the maximum setting and continues sucking and gently biting your nipples. "Fuck mommy" is all you could get out before moans took over. "This is what you wanted wasn't it you stupid fucking slut. You wanted me to come home and see you playing with yourself just so I would punish you"

"Fuck mommy I'm going to cum" you moaned. Just then nat removed the vibrator. You groaned needing the release. "Don't complain slut" nat husked before spanking your pussy. Natasha dragged her fingers through your folds collecting your juices before placing her fingers in her mouth "fuck your so sweet"

She turned away and placed the strap on, on. It was the newest one that Nat had brought, it's the biggest one you own and has a cum reservoir in due to nats breeding kink which you recently discovered. Nat untied you and you automatically got into position. Nat positioned the cock at your entrance and teased before harshly bottoming out into you, tears ran down your face from the pain caused by being stretched out. Nat gave you as few seconds to adjust to the size of it before you gave her a sign to say you were ready. She removed the cock before roughly bottoming out again, she finished this process after at least 10 times. Tears were spilling down your face and both of your moans were filling the room "fuck your so tight slut" nat groaned. Nats hand sneaked to your slightly sensitive bud and rolled it in her fingers causing your moans to become louder. "Fuck mommy m'close" you whispered as nat continued thrusting deep into you with the cock.

Nat could feel you tightening around the fake cock you trying moving against the cock but natasha has a firm grip on you to stop you from moving. The coil in your stomach getting tighter and close to snapping. You could sense nats smirk as your sewing incoherent sentences and pleasure was overriding your senses. The fake cock fully bottoming out with every thrust which hitting that sweet spot inside you. "Fuck mommy I'm going to cum" you sorta screamed. "Cum for me slut" that was all it took before a wave of pleasure overtook you. Your juices heavily spilling out of you, screaming and moaning in pleasure. "Fuck, that's it slut. I'm going to give you pups of our own" with that Nat released a load of fake cum into you. Nat continued thrusting the cock into you throughout your orgasm as well as flicking your sensative bud.

As you came down from your high natasha filled you with another shot of cum "you look so fucking good being filled with my cock and my cum inside you" your hips thrust upwards. Nat whispering sweet nothings into your ear while you were coming back to reality. Nat removed the cock and took the strap on somewhere to be cleaned later. The mixture of your release and the fake cum spilling out from your pusdy while your painting trying to catch your breath.

Nat disappeared into the bathroom and filled the bath up with your favourite body wash as you was drifting into sleep. "C'mon kotenok we need to get you cleaned up" You felt nat carry you into the bathroom and placed you gently in the bath. She helped you clean up gently washing your body as you sat there almost asleep. Nat helped you out of the bath and into a pair of comfy clothes. You sat on the chair while nat quickly changed the bedding. Once she was done you slumped into the bed as nat disappeared once again into the bathroom.

About half an hour later you stirred awake with nat climbing into bed behind you. The smell of her clean hair instantly relaxing you. She put her arm around you pulling you closer while kissing your neck. "I love you kotenok" "mhm love you too natty" you mumbled as your drifted back to sleep feeling safe in her arms.

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Note: wait wtf did I just write its so bad lmfaoooo. Any and all feedback is appreciated. My dyslexia really came out to play while writing this. Anyway I'm knackered so I'm going bed

#natasha romanoff x reader smut #black widow x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #marvel #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha x reader

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simpingfortheages · 3 years ago

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//EYE CONTACT//

CORDELIA GOODE X FEM READER

(ANGST AND FLUFF)

A/N : she be looong as fuck sorry nat sorry 😂

Eyes are the gateways to the soul, words and feelings can be exchanged by a simple act of making eye contact.

Cordelia is busy and seems to no longer have time for the reader . All the reader wanted to do was help.

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Cordelia knew that being Supreme was tiresome, but she never thought that it would be to this extent. She hasn't slept in almost a week and she is pretty sure that there is coffee coarsing her veins instead of blood. Cordelia has been up, keeping track of all the suspicious activities happening around the world in hopes the cause is a witch. That's just Cordelia for you. She is always looking out for others before herself. Putting the needs of others before her own. Staying up all day and night so that she can grow and teach those in her coven. She really is deserving of Supreme. Cordelia has been trying to rub the sleep out of her eyes for the past while. Her head bobbing while filling out documents and having to shake her head ever so often to keep on track of whatever file she was reading. Cordelia's new project has been her trying to track down this other witch, however her attempts have been futile. Everytime she thinks she has a lead on the witch she seems to change location and vanish . The witch is powerful and would be a great addition to the Coven. This took a toll on her, She was snappish and everyone knew it, but no one blamed her because she was stressed, even Madison didn't annoy Cordelia or made any snarky comments. After internally debating with herself, the choice of sleep won. She shifted the stack of paper that she was currently working on to the side of the mahogany desk. She laid her arm on the desk and laid her head between the crook of the elbow while her other hand tried to massage away the 3rd on coming migraine. Her migraine for the past days were seemingly becoming worse, as though her body was begging her to stop and reset herself. She didn't have a choice at this point, she needed to rest otherwise she would have crashed and gotten less time to get work done.

Y/N's POV

I am fairly new to Ms Robichaux's academy, I was "enrolled" 3 months ago, not by choice but by force. I set my mother's boyfriend on fire out of accident. YES BY ACCIDENT.... Well maybe not all the way an accident. I got angry and let my temper get the best of me. Surprisingly I didn't get in trouble from my mother, she said something about a witch bloodline. I didn't really pay much attention to her words or have much time to react to what i did,because my mother was quick to call some witch lady whose hair was firey red and the way she spoke was regal. I later learned on the ride to the academy, that her name was Myrtle Snow. I have learnt the names of my fellow sisters Madison, Zoey, Queenie, Coco and Mallory. So far they have been fairly nice to me but I don't really interact with them much. Most of the times I keep to myself and listen to Fleetwood Mac in my room all by myself. Apparently everyone has someone to room with but me,not that I am complaining. But i must say, out of everyone in the Coven whom I've met so far, my favourite is the Surpeme. The first time we met I was taken aback by her beauty. The way her blonde hair rested delicately on her squared shoulders , the way her makeup was done in such a way that it highlighted all of her best features, which by the looks of it. It was her whole body. Her eyes were captivating , she smiled at me through them. I couldn't help but stare right back into her dark brown eyes, they held power and safety. The eye contact wasn't uncomfortable, it was an unspoken exchange.

Cordelia took it upon herself to show me around my new home. It was majestic, I took note of every detail ,from the paint brush strokes done on the painting that hung on the walls to the crack on the 4th step going up the twin staircases. My favourite place however was the Greenhouse. Well, her greenhouse. She told me that it was her place of relaxation,her get away from it all. The walls were covered with vines, the sunroof allowed the golden rays of the sun to filter into the room and paint all that it touches. The walls variety of plant species and herbs that she has collected over the years was quite impressive. It was beautiful. Overtime this became our habit. After dinner or lunch we would both make our way to the Greenhouse to create new concoctions. Whether it would be sleeping potions, manipulation potions or simply love potions. We never used on each other , it was just done merely for the fun of it. I felt happy for the first time in many. The little hugs ,inside jokes and nicknames we would share. It was all innocent fun at the time until, one time I was making a potion and Cordelia stood right behind me watching my every moves. I don't know what came over me, I dont know if it was the closeness of our proximity ,the warm breathe of her breathing that brushed my neck whenever she exhaled or the fact that she kissed my cheek right after telling me how good of a job I was at following orders. After that day I can't help but blush whenever we locked eyes. Light brown on dark brown. Neither of us looked away. Her eyes felt like home, a place that i longed to be. These few months I've developed quite an attachment to the Supreme,one might even say a crush on her.

However these past days I noticed that she was quite distant. She wouldn't catch on to the jokes I made, like she normally would. The amount of times she paced up and down the walkway in the Greenhouse, the layer of dirt and colour of orange on the brick floor started to fade. Cordelia kept ranting and complaining about finding a certain witch. Of course I didn't mind her talking to me. I always liked to know what new projects she was up too. But It was evident that this one occupied her mind. When she was with me, she wasn't with me mentally just her physical appearance. She would sometimes forget about our daily meet up, some days turned into few days and eventually a few days turned into none. I didn't hold anything against her. She was busy. I took it upon myself to help her find who this witch was. So you know she can spend more time with me,it wasn't a selfish act. Just killing two birds with one stone. Cordelia would be able to finally relax and I would get to spend time with her more often. It's a Win/ Win.

Cordelia just went into her office so that meant I had basically the whole evening until dinner to find out who this witch was. As I sauntered my way to my room. I began to recollect all what Cordelia told me. It was a little witch on the run, maybe she didn't what to join a Coven like me. Cordelia knew every thing about the little witch. She was a slippery one, evading the hands of the Surpeme. I remember her saying that the witch was a little younger than I was, with black hair and green eyes. Her speciality is Cloaking, she could cover her tracks very well. A rare skill some witches possess.I laid out my pens and my leather bound notebook on the bed and started to make notes of what i knew so far. After I was done, I realised it wasn't much information. I needed more if i was going to help Cordelia. I needed to see from another set of eyes. I shifted my notes aside and laid flat on the bed. I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing. No one knew but i was Clairvoyant. I could make myself hear and see what someone was thinking.

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THAT'S IT !!. I found the witch. She was running from something or someone. The little witch was seeking safety,maybe she did need to be in a Coven. Without any time to waste. I quickly wrote down all that I gathered into my note book. I couldn't contain my excitement, Cordelia and I will finally get to hang out like old times. I scrambled off my bed and made a beeline towards her office. *knock knock* "Dee I found out how to get the witc-" I began,but she wasn't in her office. Huh where is she then? . After a few minutes of futile searching in the upstairs I decided to check the kitchen. As I walked downstairs, the kitchen came into my view. There she was. My supreme making her possible 7th cup of coffee. I couldn't help my heart from fluttering at the sight of her. We haven't spoken in so long. " Hey Dee, do you remember when we used to hang out in the Greenhouse, i miss those times but thats not the point, anyways you always used to speak about this witch you couldn't find??Apparently I never told you but i am Clairvoyant which is really handy beca-" I rambled but was quickly cut off by Corldeia," Y/N! Be quiet . Stop talking Oh my God shut up. Please can't you see that I am busy and tired??"

Immediately I felt small, wishing the ground would just swallow me whole. Her eyes were locked on mine, the once safety and calm that I loved were replaced with anger and annoyance ....at me. I could feel my chest tighten, so tight that it began to squeeze my heart till it slowly cracked. I bit my tongue to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. It was evident that Cordelia's expressions changed based on my now small demeanour. I forcefully swallowed the lump that built in my throath. Out of hurt I threw my notebook on the marble counter where she rested her half way made coffee. The only words i spat out were "There's how to get your witch to join this shithole Coven Miss Goode". Her mouth was now slightly ajar at my words. No longer wanting to stay in her presence, I turned my heels and made my way back up to my room as Cordelia struggled to find her words.

*******TIME SKIP PT 2********

Thanks to me Cordelia managed to get in contact with the witch who will be joining the Coven in 2 weeks time. For these past few days I have suscessfully managed to avoid Cordelia. Of course I didn't avoid her presence. I had more dignity than that. I just made sure that I was never alone with her. That way she couldn't "apologise"or ask me the questions she really wanted too. I was mad at her. She didn't have to yell at me,I know i am talkative to people when i get comfortable with them, but still out of everyone to yell at me I would never suspect that it would be her. I no longer joined her in the Greenhouse to help her with her potions. Having breakfast and lunch with everyone was the worst. I no longer sat next to her at the table, instead I sat next to Madison,but that didn't stop her from trying to talk to me. As everyone else engaged in mini conversations at the table, Cordelia silently spoke to me from the head of the table " Y/N how have you been?". I lifted my head and focused my gaze from my tea cup to the silver in her bracelet, dismissing the hopeful look in her eyes. "I've been better Ms .Goode" I replied with extra emphasis on her last name. You know for an extra punch of guilt. Cordelia has noticed my lack of eye contact over the past days and she couldn't help but feel hurt at the act.

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It was probably about 7 pm when i heard the clattering on heels on the floor. Shifting my attention from the crackling of the fireplace I looked over my shoulder to see that all the girls were dressed up and ready to head out somewhere. "Hey? Where are you guys going?" I questioned. "Out." Said Madison. I couldn't help but scoff at her reply. "Okayy???And you didn't ask me because??". Madison abruptly turned around "You and Cordy need to fix whatever is going on between you too. Don't think we haven't seen the change" she commented as she roughly pressed her index finger into my chest. Before I could even find my words. The door was slammed in my face. If Madison and the girls think that I am staying alone in the academy with Cordelia alone they are wrong. In another situation I would have taken that chance in a heartbeat. Lost and confused at the exchange that just happened, this gave Cordelia time to enter the living room. " Y/N?" She spoken almost in a whisper. I swear to the ex Supreme herself my eyes almost jumped out my eye sockets . My movements were stiffened as i tried to turn around. I took a deep breathe and attempted to make the situation fall into the better of my hands. " Yes Ms Goode? How are you?" I asked, while facing the floor. " I am sorry y/n I didn't mean to yell at you, you helped me a lot on my project and I cannot repay you enough" Cordelia spoke. I genuinely smiled at her gratitude "you're so very welcome Ms Goode" . Suddenly I felt her hands wrap around my form pulling me in a strong hug. I was stunned for a while and didn't know how to react. Sobs and small apologises fell from her lips as she buried her head into the crook of my neck. I reciprocated her hug but this caused her to cry even more. " Ms Goode please don't cry" I tried to comfort her, but all that left her mouth was a small, muffled "no". As she calmed herself she pulled away and wiped her tears away as she tried to look presentable. "Don't call me that. Call me by my nickname" she demaded. I chuckled at her command " okay dee." She cupped my face into her soft palms. I could smell her vanilla lotion that she regularly applies on her hands. She lifted my face to hers, but my eyes still didnt need hers. " y/n look at me" she whimpered. " Dee I am looking at you" I said smiling nervously as my eyes darted over the beautiful features of her face, never settling on her eyes. " baby..." she whispered. My heart constricted . Cordelia repeated the statement to look at her once more. This time I complied. Did she really mean that? does she like me back?. Her eyes were watering, her gorgeous brown eyes even when they hold the emotion of hurt. I still cannot help but stare in awe. Her eyes were filled with longing and hope. I don't know who closed the gap but our lips met in the middle. Kissing Cordelia was pure ecstasy, the kiss was one of tender and love. It felt as though part of me was finally completed. After a while we both pulled away, she delicately laced her slender fingers together with mine, interlocking our hands. Both of us trying to catch our breathe , Cordelia slowly leaned forward and gently rested her forehead against mine. Ever so quietly whispering to me the sweet words," and I do feel the same..."

#cordelia goode x reader #cordelia goode #angst with a happy ending #sarah paulson #sarah paulson x reader #fluff #ahs coven #ahs

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myfanstories · 6 years ago

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The best sister

Peter Parker x reader

Dad!Tony stark x reader

POSSIBLE ENDGAME SPOILERS!!

A/N: another request! Thanks @bluediamondsevie! I enjoyed writing this :)

As usual, requests are open!!

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After Thanos’ snap I felt as if the life had been sucked out of me. I didn’t know where my dad and Peter were, but most importantly I didn’t know if they were alright. Pepper and I spend a month in fear and doubt, wondering if we would ever see them again. Then Carol Danvers happened. She was the one behind Fury’s pager and when she announced she came from space I begged and pleaded with her to go and safe my dad and the love of my life. And after a month, my dad safely landed on earth. Steve and I rushed towards him and I fell into his arms “Dad” his arms weakly found their way around my body and the tears streamed down my cheeks. I pulled away and kissed his cheek, looking behind him as another person walked out of the ship. But it wasn’t Peter. No it was a blue woman. I looked at my dad in confusion and he looked at me, tears in his eyes “I’m sorry Y/N” “What... dad... where’s Peter” I asked, my voice shaking “I’m sorry, I couldn’t save the kid he just- they just vanished” Pepper rushed towards Tony as I fell onto the ground, letting the tears flow.

When Pepper announced she was pregnant I was over the moon. It was like as if this baby was a gift from above, a light in the darkness that was the aftermath of Thanos’ snap.

My heart filled with happiness as I was finally getting the sibling I so desperately wanted. But I was also nervous. Nervous to be a big sister, nervous for the baby to be raised into this crazy family, nervous to do this without Peter by my side.

5 years went by and Morgan had become the most important person in my life. When I first saw her I knew it that moment I would protect her with my life, no matter what happened. When Steve pulled up to the lake house I was already outside, playing with her. She was wearing one of dad’s masks he had made for her and I was wearing my own. “Y/N” I was surprised to hear a familiar voice and looked up to see Nat, Steve and... Scott “Scott?” I whispered, not believing what I was seeing “I thought- you - what- you were gone?” I rambled “We found something Y/N, a way to bring them back”

And that’s exactly what they did. After my dad had figured out the whole time travel thing they went back in time to get all the stones, losing Natasha along the way. Nat had always been like a big sister to me so losing her was hard... but nothing could prepare me for what would happen on the battlefield.

We were having the fight of our life against Thanos’ troops when I saw a familiar figure swimming by me and knocking out the creature that was just making its way towards me. Peter landed perfectly on the ground and opened his mask, just as I did. I couldn’t believe it. He was back. I ran as fast as I could and jumped into my arms as he held me close “You’re back, I cant believe it. You’re here” I put kisses all over his face and he laughed “As much as I love this, we’ll have to continue this later” just then a deep yell sounded and we both turned around to see Thanos snap his fingers. I closed my eyes, preparing for impact put it never came. Out of the corner of my eye I saw my dad and somehow I just knew... I knew what was about to happen. “And I... am Iron Man” my dad snapped his fingers and a light blinded us. Then one by one Thanos’ men where disappearing, but at this point I didn’t care. All I cared about was my dad. I quickly ran towards him and put him against a wall “Dad, no... dad please” my voice was shaking as I grabbed his face, he looked at me and smiled “Babygirl” “Dad, I love you. I love you” I cried and he weakly put his hand on my cheek “Y/N, you are my greatest love.” “F.R.I.D.A.Y analyse condition” Pepper’s voice sounded from behind me “Vital signs critical” Pepper sat down next to me and threw her arm around me, pulling me close “Hey, Tony look at me... look at me” My dad weakly looked at Pepper, a small smile on his face “We’ll be okay. You can rest now” as my dad finally closed his eyes I couldn’t take it anymore and just screamed and screamed until I had no voice anymore.

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“I’ll be gone for a day or two, no longer okay?” “Yes Pep, we’ll be fine” I reassured her as she was making her way out of the door, suitcase behind her “Just text me, call me, facetime me if anything is wrong” “Bye Pepper” I laughed and she blew one last kiss to Morgan as she finally got into the car and drove off. “So... cheeseburgers for dinner?” Morgan cheered and I laughed “Is Peter coming over?” She asked and I nodded “Only if you want him to” she nodded happily “I love Peter, he’s my friend. But Daddy is my BEST friend” my heart broke at the statement Morgan made and it took everything in me not to cry in that moment “Daddy’s my best friend too”. I quickly texted Peter, saying Morgan wanted to see her and within 10 minutes he stood at the front door “Where’s my best girl??” He yelled out and Morgan sprinted to him and giggled as he wildly picked her up. “Can my dad join us for cheeseburgers?” Peter stopped in his tracks and looked at at me, obviously not expecting that to come out of the young girls mouth. He looked at me all panicked not knowing what to answer, but before he even could Morgan got distracted by her toys and dropped the question. I sighed in relief and quickly called Happy, asking if he could pick up some cheeseburgers on his way back to us. I sat down next to Morgan and Peter joined me “This is you” Morgan said, pointing at a drawing she had made “This is you” she pointed at another stick figure and looked at Peter “And this is my mommy and this is me. I haven’t drawn daddy yet because he’s not here, but I will when he gets back” tears started forming in my eyes as I looked at my sister “That’s great baby” I whispered and moved some hair out of her face. I noticed how uneasy Peter felt and reached towards him, grabbing his hand “Morgan, where do you think your dad is?” Peter asked “The garage” she quickly answered “He’s always in the garage. Can we go look if daddy’s done with work?” I couldn’t take in anymore and the tears started streaming down my face “Yes we can go look” I grabbed her hand as Peter grabbed her other and the three of us walked to the now empty garage. “Daddy?” Morgan yelled and my heart broke some more “Daddy?? Y/N where is daddy?” I kneeled down in front of her and smiled “Morgan, I know this is very confusing to you. But remember when we were at the lake with Uncle Steve and the rest?” She nodded “Do you remember what we were doing that day?” “Mommy said that daddy went away and that people were very sad about it. But she didnt say when daddy would come back but he should because then uncle Steve can stop being sad” she said, playing with the end of her shirt “Thats the thing baby, daddy is not coming back” I choked on my words and felt Peter rub my back for comfort “What do you mean daddy’s not coming back?? I want my daddy now!” Morgan screamed and I nodded “I know, I want daddy too.” “You suck Y/N! I want my daddy! I want my daddy” Morgan cried out and I quickly pulled her into my chest as she cried her eyes out. I picked her up and walked back inside, Peter trailing after me. “Why isn’t daddy coming back?” Morgan sobbed and I shushed her, rocking her back and forth “Y/N are you and Peter going to leave me too?” She asked in between heavy breaths and I stroked her hair “Oh baby no, we’ll never ever leave you” Peter sat down next to me on the couch and started rubbing her back “Morgan, you’re my best girl. I cant leave you behind” he comforted “I promise we’ll always be here” I said and she nodded, putting her tiny little arms around me and squeezing tight.

After half an hour she had calmed down and was now sound asleep in my arms on the couch. “I miss him” Peter said quietly and I sighed “Everyday I miss him and then I feel pathetic because you guys have it worse” he said and I interupted him “Hey no, dont say that. Your feeling are valid. Whatever you feel, its okay to feel. Dont you ever think that you’re pathetic” he wiped away some tears that were starting to fall down and I grabbed his hand, trying not to wake up my sleeping sister “I love you Peter” he smiled and me and nodded “I love you too Y/N. You’re a great sister, Morgan is so lucky to have you.” “And I’m lucky to have you, you’re my rock Peter. I dont know if I could have gotten through the last 5 months without you by my side.” He leaned over and softly kissed my lips. I positioned Morgan so that she was leaning on my right side, leaving my left side free for Peter to cuddle into. As I put my arm around him, I felt a familiar presence is the room and that just confirmed what I knew... my dad was never gone. He was always here.

#the avengers x reader #avengers imagine #peter parker imagines #peter parker x reader #marvel imagine #tony stark x reader #tonyxpeter #endgame spoilers

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robinskalechip · 5 years ago

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home - chapter thirteen

robin buckley x reader

a/n: this one’s a tough one, also idk why i keep putting “x reader” even though i’m literally inserting a whole character into stranger things but oh well

warnings: homophobia, death, suicidal themes, language, smoking, drugs, abuse, blood, alcohol

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not my gif!

this chapter is mainly revolved around sofia

chapter thirteen - your love terrifies me

sofia was laying on the couch, eyes closed, completely unaware of the physical constructs around her

robin felt concerned “how exactly does this work”

mike turned to her “basically el will be able to see some of her most emotionally draining events from her life and then the last one is supposed to be her current biggest fear”

eleven was sat in front of the television with her blindfold on, concentrating

everyone around watched in anticipation

robin was internally acknowledging how sweet sofia was. she knew she didn’t talk about her past but the fact that she was about to make herself vulnerable for the sake of el made her feel warm.

the tv began to trip out as it rapidly switched from channel to channel on its own until stopping. on the screen, everyone could see a house its all from el’s point of view as she walks through it all

steve seemed a bit taken back and robin took notice, “that’s her house, well, her old house”

on the screen a car drove up, it was sofia’s car

a young sofia exited the car, dufflebag in hand. she was wearing a hawkins high track uniform and a varsity jacket.

the sixteen year old sofia walked into her home as el quickly followed behind

a man and a woman sat on a couch together, looking at the girl angrily

the man spoke “che diavolo c'è di sbagliato con te”

everyone was confused except robin. steve turned to her and asked what he said.

“he asked her what was wrong with her”

the man continued as the woman next to him looked at her feet, “jarod chiamato. mi ha raccontato di te e di maria”

robin translated, “he got a call from a guy named jarod and he told him about sofia and some girl named maria”

steve helped her understand “maria was her best friend, she went to boarding school a little after sofia left”

sofia looked scared “wait wait it’s not what you think-“

the man got up and walked towards the young sofia and slapped her across the face, making her head turn. el could see her face, her face now red and her eyes watering as the man began to push her towards the door, the woman getting up and following behind

he pushed sofia down the few steps of the front porch, leaving her on the grassed area with her dufflebag now on the ground as she began to cry and begged “per favore, lasciami spiegare”

robin was getting teary eyed “she wants to explain”

the man grabbed a bag from the house and threw it to sofia “tua mamma ti ha fatto una valigia”

“her mom packed her a bag”

the woman slowly peaked around the man to look at sofia as she cried out “mamma, per favore” barely able to get out the words as she was so choked up on her tears

the man and the woman closed the door and el approached it but when she entered out of the other side, it wasnt the living room she had just been in, it was a night club.

music was booming from all areas of the room a gay club yall

el turned slightly to see sofia approaching the door she had just gone out of in a tee shirt and jeans and the same dufflebag she had previously.

as she got someone near her to light her cigarette, she walked out of the door as el began to follow her down the new york night time street.

a group of three men walked past sofia to then look up at the building she had just exited

“HEY”

another man began to shout “HEY DYKE”

sofia turned around to see the same man screaming at her “you work here?”

they were all clearly intoxicated so she turned back and went on with her night before she felt a hard mass hit her head.

the men began to beat her as she fell to the ground. they did not quit until police sirens could be heard and they ran off

el ran to the girl as she saw blood coming from her mouth and a large cut on her head

robin looked at the cut on her forehead, remember the scare she noticed on her while she slept

paramedics arrived at the scene and gently took sofia

el looked up to see a woman in a large coat watching the whole scene unravel while smoking a cigarette before redirecting her attention to the now shut doors of the ambulance

she went and opened the doors to then find herself in a hospital

the woman she had previously seen watching the scene was entering the building to then approach the front desk and be directed to room 504

el followed the woman to then which hear their conversation

“can i help you?”

“my name is natalie illuminous”

sofia chuckled “illuminous? what kind of last name is that?”

“the kind that can save you from all of the shit and piss you have to deal with on the daily”

sofia adjusted herself to where she was sitting up straighter as she asked “pardon?”

“i’m a mother of a house. every week i take myself and my children to balls and we showcase our beauty in order to obtain trophies. in exchange i provide shelter, food, water, and everything else you’ll ever need”

sofia looked at her confused, “and that applies to me how?”

“i’ve seen you. more than on one occasion. you live in your car, you work for lauren at the club, you’re known for your beautiful smile and you’re somehow always so nice to everyone you meet” the woman stepped closer “i’m going to go pay the bills for all of this, while you think about whether you want to be living in a large apartment that you get to live in for just walking a few minutes...or if you want to stay living out of your car for the rest of your life”

the woman walked out, leaving sofia in a confused gaze. she was almost convinved she was drugged.

robin turned to the unconscious sofia on the sofa and saw a slight smile on her face.

el followed the woman as she exited the hospital room and found herself in a large hall that looked like a ballroom she had once seen in a movie.

sofia was seen walking around with a man around her age on her shoulder as they laughed amongst themselves.

as they walked out of the door el had just came from, the man started to feel nauseous and collapsed to the concrete pavement to which sofia dropped with him to see if he was okay.

another woman followed and asked what was wrong, causing sofia to scream to her “GO GET NATALIE”

sofia turned the man over and started examining his face that was sweating “are you using again?”

he weakly shook his head no

sofia thought about anything else it could possibly be and her mind only went to one place, the place that had taken so many of her friends

“shit when was the last time you were tested?”

no answer

el jumped as the door swung open and a very dressed up natalie approached the two

“what happened”

“i don’t know he just collapsed. he said he wasn’t using but i-“

her voice was shaking

“i don’t know when he was tested last”

natalie looked worried and so did sofia as natalie went to the payphone and called for an ambulance

once the ambulance arrived and the boy was lifted inside, sofia followed, as did el. however once she entered the ambulance doors, she found herself in a hospital waiting room where she could see sofia on one of the chairs with her head down and her hands on her head.

el went to touch the girl’s hand when she moved her head up and el could see her face clearly. she was crying. nay, not crying. sobbing. el could tell she could barely breathe.

the woman el remembered as natalie came towards them with a sympathetic look on her face as she bent down in front of sofia.

“it’s okay darling. it’s okay to cry. i’m right here”

el felt herself about to cry as she backed away from the scene and through a set of push doors to be met with the inside of a large apartment. she was standing in a long and narrow hallway as she heard the sound of keys jiggling.

in entered sofia as she laughed her way past el, even though el followed her anyways, and down to the end of the hallway as she yelled “hEY NAT I FOUND THAT JACKET YOUVE BEEN LOOKING EVERYWHERE FOR, IT WAS IN THE TRUNK-“

she was cut off when she felt her stomach turn inside out as she saw natalie holding her own stomach in a pool of her own blood sweat and tears.

“what happened- i-“

“shhh it’s okay” natalie raised her hand, although she was weak, and brushed away sofia’s tear

she was practically whispering “i was in the wrong place at the wrong time while coming home” she took a breath “but what’s done is done”

sofia frantically looked at the woman, examining her “no no no no no not you.”

she held natalie’s hand, “anyone but you”

natalie continued to hold sofia’s face in her one hand, even though blood was now being transferred to her cheek, “non piangere per me do not cry for me”

el started to walk through the doorway before she was met with another club scene within the literal blink of her eye.

within a few seconds, people parted and el caught a glimpse of sofia who was now sitting on a couch, drink in hand, laughing

el began making her way towards her, still eyeing her movements and actions

sofia took a joint from another girl and took a hit, blowing the smoke in the air as she leaned her head back and get up to yell “BENNY SAID HE’S GOT SOMETHING SPECIAL FOR US UP STAIRS”

el hurriedly followed the group of four upstairs to see a man waiting for them, smoking a cigar

sofia walked towards a table where a white powdery substance awaited her, “oh shit benny” she grabbed the metal straw and took in a line of it to then rub her nose before getting up and letting the others have a go

a girl started to laugh “imagine if nat saw us now, that old whore would be shitting in her pants, especially seeing sof so shit faced”

sofia turned around, wiping her nose and sarcastically laughing “ya know what megan-“

sofia pushed her against the wall by her collar “dont talk about her”

one of the boys pulled her way while saying “come on let’s take a walk”

sofia broke free from him before walking back downstairs almost falling “i can go by myself im not five”

the girl she had previously called megan yelled out to her “YOU BETTER BE AT WORK MONDAY”

she was ignored as sofia made her way to the exit of the night scene and out into the street

sofia was out of it. she was feeling everything and nothing all at once. she thought about her life back in hawkins and her life in new york.

she lost both of her mothers

she lost her home

sofia approached a bridge that catered to the view of a gorgeous river

robin was in tears watching everything unravel as she looked to sofia laying on the sofa and spotted a tear fall down her cheek

sofia looked out to the river before getting on the edge and turned around, el being able to clearly see her face as she closed her eyes and tilted her head to the sky and fell

once she hit the water she was awaken to the same bridge but now she was alone and was more conscious than before as el was able to now look at the tv after taking off her blindfold and embracing mike as she cried

will redirected everyone’s attention to the television “wait this is her current fear?”

mike loosened his grip on el “yeah it’s supposed to be”

sofia was standing on the bridge’s edge once as she searched for people, but the streets were empty and she thought she was alone until she turned back to see robin

robin watched in shock, as did everyone else

robin took sofia’s face in her hands as they stared at each other, tears flowing from sofia’s face as she whispered “i’m sorry”

robin whispered back “it’s okay” she kissed her gently

as she released her, once again, sofia fell to the body of water below her

this time as she hit the water, she woke up from the sofa, gasping for air as she looked around, trying to understand her surroundings. it wasn’t until joyce began to hug her that she began to break down into tears as she tried to not look at robin

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lokizalien · 5 years ago

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Avengers: A Bleeding Rose // #2

Warning: cussing, mentions of sexual activity's , cringey jokes.

"Holy shit this place is huge..."

Samantha and Natasha walked inside the entrance of the building. Samantha's eyes wandering around the building as she followed the agent. There wasn't anything to spectacular on this floor, just a bunch of workers and agents that were dressed formally. Bags and piles of papers stacked up in binders and briefcases that looked like it weighed much more than the actual person, being carried around.

The clear glass windows that made up nearly 80% of the building, was mesmerizing to her. She couldn't help but smile at her current situation. 1// she was able to skip work. 2// she gets to visit shield headquarters and 3//she's about to meet her childhood hero. What was there to hate!? All the excitement build up in her head all her true feelings about the group which honestly was great until the doors to an elevator opened. Two men where standing there staring at them. One was dark skinned. He was tall and had a pure black trench coat on. His eye piercing and stern as the other was hidden beneath an eye patch. His eye following her every move. The man standing next to him was the one and only Captain himself.

Natasha smirks as she started walking towards them. Samantha on the other hand loosing her pace. Her eyes was focused on the two men staring her up and down. Their eyes practically looking through her as if she was a ghost, which only made her heart hit the pit of her stomach.

"Romanoff" Said the black male, his eye on her for a second before trailing off to Samantha.

"Fury" Nat replied as she stood next to Steve. Her gaze now on small dark skinned Detective. Her smirk only grew bigger as Samantha got on the elevator, her nails nervously tapping on her forearm, looking down at her feet. Nat cocked an eyebrow at Samantha before whispering something into Steve's ear. His blue eyes was hooked on Samantha, the once stern look on his face turned to a bubbly smirk as he stood up straight looking back at Nat.

Samantha rolled her eyes at Natasha's whispering, and was thinking about confronting it before 'Fury' interrupted her thinking.

" I would assume you know why you're here, Detective Rose"

Samantha kept quiet but her glare landed on the man, biting the inside of my lip to keep herself from speaking out of line.

"You stole something from us and we would like it back, but you see the problem, Miss Rose, is that we can't find it. Not at your apartment, not at work, not at a friend's house, or a club, but for some reason every time we look up the radiation signal for that stone, we always find it in a place where it shouldn't be. With you." His eye narrowed, examining her body language. He could tell that she was nervous and scared, as she should be.

"Sir, I'm sorry but I can't give you that stone"She finally spoke, her voice stern and cold, but also soft and obviously intimidated. She holds her breath as she sees the man's body tense, his jaw clenched.

"And why is that?" Steve spoke up. His eyes staring coldly at her. She couldn't help but slightly jump in fear.

"It's because she absorbed the Gama radiation from it. " Nat answered before Samantha could even start to process his question.

"What?" Fury asked, looking at Nat in confusion, Steve giving her a conserned looking.

" I don't know, it's just what she told me" she shrugged carelessly playing with her nails.

The elevator door finally opened as Natasha walked out of it. "Follow me, Samantha" she says still not looking up from her nails as she began to walk down the hallway. Both men now staring at Samantha with a confused and concerned the look on their faces.

She chuckles nervously, an awkward smile on her face as she slowly backed out of the elevator. "Haha.." she inhales sharply. "Bye" she muttered, giving them a finger gun gesture before quickly jogging over to Nat.

"what now?" Steve's eyes were on the floor of the elevator. His hands on the handlebars, elbows pressed against the window. "You said that the radiation was increasing drastically. Now if this is really inside of her, I need to know what's going to happen. Is she going to be okay? Is it even safe for her to be roaming the Halls?"

"These are all questions that I'm not qualified to answer... Natasha took her to a place in the building where she's away from the public, while we notify Stark about the situation. She's in his hands from that point forward." Fury replied, his eye fixed on the conserned soldier. "Only time will tell what happens next."

"Nick, for all we know, We dont have time.-" Steve protested. He was about to go on and on about the situation before Nick handed him his phone. Automatically he shut his mouth, glaring at him before he took the phone. A list of information for Steve's next mission was pulled up, which was located in Sokovia. A small huff left the perk of his lips, his jaw twitched as he looked back at Nick.

"Like I already said. Questions I'm not qualified to answer" he smirked as the elevator opened once more. He gave the captain a soft pat on the shoulder before exiting the elevator.

It's been hours since Nat left Samantha in this room. She was told to stay in there until she was told otherwise, which to her it was a bunch of bullshit. A loud, impatient groan danced across her lips as she fell backwards onto the couch. Her legs dangling off the arm of it. Her mind dancing around the fact she met Captain America.

'I mean yeah, he wasn't too happy with me and he probably thinks I'm an idiot but... I FINALLY GOT TO MEET HIM!'

She giggled to herself. The ends of her lips curling at the thought. It didn't last for long though. Her smile disappeared as she heard someone fumbling with the door nob. She instantly sat up, kicking her feet off the couch as her eyes watched the door open.

A deep red blossomed on her face. Her heart nearly beating out of her chest as she looked up at the man who walks in the room and closes the door behind him. She tries her best to put on her best smile.

"Hi Captain.."

She chuckled nervously, the man looking down at her with the sweetest smile, making her heart flutter. He tugged up on his pants slightly as he took a seat, his eyes never leaving hers. Samantha silently shifted in her seat feeling rather uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry you have to go through all this ma'am-" he began, his voice calm and rather soothing.

"but you put yourself in this situation. You do realize that you will get arrested for this... Right?"

The thought never occurred to her. She tried to keep her cool but everytime that sentence replayed in her mind she'd slightly choke. Steve noticed this, quickly walking over to the mini fridge that sat across the room. He grabbed a bottle of water and tossed it to her. Without hesitation she opened the bottle and started to gulp it down.

What she didn't notice is that the entire time Steve was giving her a worried look. She was still a kid in his eyes and watching her freak out over the situation was unsettling even though he knows this is HER own fault.

She coughs when she finishes the bottle. Her eyes not leaving her feet as she struggled to come up with a reply.

" I-im sorry Captain, but.. can we talk about something else..."

"Fine..."

He sighed slightly annoyed. He gave her a questioning look, searching her forest green eyes for any sign of pure fear.

"please.."

Samantha shifts over, giving Steve more room to sit. An apologetic smile plastered on her face.

"So..-" she began the echo of her nervously tapping her foot filled the room, making Steve crack a smile.

"How are you liking the 2000's? I know it's a little odd to be in almost a whole new world.

Steve smile only grow bigger as you looked down at the floor then glanced up at her. His eyes beginning to scan the room just admiring how different everything has become since the 1940's.

"It's home ... But it'll take some getting used too"

She chuckles softly " Go figure, I bet you miss the good days, huh?"

"Well things aren't so bad-" He started, slowly making his way over to the couch. The ends of Samantha's lips curved upwards when she caught a glimpse of the amusement appearing on his face.

"The food's a lot better, the beds are a lot softer, and the internet...most useful technology known to mankind and I still can't figure out how to work a computer, but I've been trying my best to catch up on that"

"Sounds like you've been having fun" she teased, a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

He partially nodded in agreement. "It's much better than being frozen in the Atlantic for 70 years, I'll tell you that much" he replied with a smile, sitting on the arm of the couch with his arms folded, looking down at Samantha.

Silence filled the room as the two just looked at each other. Samantha's mind what shuffling, trying to figure out a solution. "Samantha Rose. Since I didn't get to properly introduce myself." She smiled shyly, raising her hand for a hand shake.

"Steve Rogers" A smirk appearing on his lips, as he took the younger woman's hand. His firm grip sending chills down her spine.

"Wouldn't of guested" she laughed, now feeling comfortable enough to let her sarcasm get the best of her. Steve just rolls his eyes at that.

"So how long?" He asked, pointing to the shiny gold badge she has hooked to the waistline of her skirt. A small 'oh' danced across her lips as she unhooked it swiftly and handed it to him.

She shrugged "About 5 and a half years. A technician for 1"

He nods. "You must be a pro"

She chuckles at the statement. "I wouldn't say pro, I just have good inspiration" She smiled softly, looking at Steve.

"Not to ruin the moment but your ride is here"

They move their gaze to the door. Steve's head hung looking down as he laughed under his breath. "Is every conversation I have with a woman considered a 'moment' to you?"

The redhead smirks at his reaction, she leans on the door looking at the two. "It's progress" she replied with the click of her tongue.

"Yeah, progress I'm not purposely trying to make" He sighs. He glanced back over at Samantha and gave her a soft, reassuring smile. "That's your que"

"Right" She picked up her bookbag and placed it on one of her shoulders. Standing up, she placed her badge back on the waistline of her skirt, both of them watching her as she did so. "It was nice meeting you Captain" she stated, before heading to the door. Natasha was slowly walking into the room as Samantha walked out the door. She looked over at Steve once more and smiled.

"Stay safe"

He nods, returning the smile. "I'll keep it in mind." A small 'tch' left her pretty smile as she walked away to the elevator that already had an escort waiting for her.

Natasha nods in amusement as she walks over to Steve. "So... She's cute."

"Nat...-" Steve sighs once more, starting to fix the couch cushions. A small groan forming in his chest as he sees her wiggle her eyebrow at him

"Finish gathering up supplies for our next mission, then you find me a date."

"Hey, don't get mad at me for being supportive" That statement earned a glare from him. He knew what she was doing and honestly didn't find it funny at all.

She laughs at that " I'm multitasking" she smirked patting his shoulder. "You should consider it"

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dyslexicsquirrel · 5 years ago

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Iron Man (Movies), Captain America (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Happy Hogan, Pepper Potts, James "Bucky" Barnes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel) Additional Tags: Mistaken Identity, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Light-Hearted

Stony Bingo 2019 round 2 fill (square T5) Prompt: mistaken identity

Steve was not sure how he ended up in this mess. And it was a mess because the people surrounding him had been expecting… a model? Or something, he still wasn’t sure. There was a lot of arguing going on. All this because of some man at the airport holding a sign that said ‘Rogers’.

Steve had been on his way out of the airport after he hit baggage claim to go flag down a cab or see if he could get a Lyft or something. The guy holding the sign had been wearing a suit, looking bored, and checking his watch and Steve had thought maybe his friends had gotten him a car home as a surprise? It wasn’t like it was so far out of the realm of possibilities. He’d been gone for the majority of the last four years in the army. They could have wanted to do something nice, so Steve walked up to the guy. “You waiting for Rogers?”

“Yeah, that you?” He looked relieved at the possibility of getting to leave the airport. Steve hated to disappoint the guy, but he also wanted to make sure he wasn’t stealing someone else’s ride.

“Steve Rogers?”

“Eh,” the guy said with a shrug. “I didn’t get a first name. You coming or not?”

“I guess I’m coming?” So, he’s followed the guy out of the airport, into the summer heat, which was a completely different type of heat than the type he’d gotten use to after three deployments to the Middle East.

He was led to a limo, and the man opened the door, holding out his hand. “I’m Happy, by the way.”

Steve switched his duffle to his other hand and shook Happy’s. “Nice to meet you.”

“You want to keep your bag with you are you want to throw it in the trunk?”

“Um.” Steve bent down to get a look at the inside of the limo. “Think I’ll keep it. Thanks though.”

“No problem. Hop in, I know where you’re going so just relax. I hear it was a long flight.”

“The longest,” he said with a sigh. It was what it had felt like at least. He slid into the limo, Happy shut the door behind him, and then got into the driver’s seat. The partition was up, so Steve pulled his phone out of his pocket to send a message to the group chat.

Steve: omw. Flight was fine. So tired

Bucky: great! Cant wait to see you. Nat made the thing with the pasta

Nat: Nat can talk for herself. But I made the alfredo thing is what he means. Also there’s garlic bread

Steve: you’re a saint and not just for putting up with Buck

Bucky: haha you think youre so fucking funny. I dont care youve been in the army I can still kick your ass punk

Steve shook his head. He’d missed them. He let out a slow breath, letting his loll against the back of the seat. This felt like the longest day of his life. He wanted a nap so badly. And why not? There was enough room for him to stretch out back here and the drive from LAX to Pasadena would take a while. Steve laid down across the seat, not even caring about the fact that it wasn’t all that safe, and closed his eyes.

Steve felt as if he’d just closed his eyes when someone started nudging his foot and he went from asleep to awake in a second. Pushing up in his elbows he could see Happy leaning in the open door of the limo frowning at him. “Come on, buddy. We’re already late. The boss is gonna have my ass.”

“Boss?” He asked, but Happy had already pulled his head back out and was standing by the open door, waiting for Steve to get out presumably. He shoved his phone, that had fallen onto the floor back in his duffle and slid out of the vehicle.

And froze.

“Where the hell are we?” His eyes scanned his surroundings. This was not Pasadena. This was not Nat and Bucky’s house.

Happy was still frowning at him. “The studio. Come on. Pepper and the makeup and wardrobe guys are waiting over on lot B.”

“I think there might be some kind of…” Steve started, but trailed off when Happy set off at a brisk pace, weaving through the crowd of people. Steve shut the door of the limo since Happy hadn’t and it seemed like he should then set off after Happy before he lost him and maybe his only hope of finding out what was happening.

“This is not the guy,” a red haired woman said to Happy for the fourth time, pointing at Steve, talking about him but not too him. That had been happening a lot since he followed Happy onto the lot.

“Pepper, he said his name was Rogers.”

“Ian Rogers, Happy. You were supposed to pick up Ian Rogers not—” ‘Pepper’ broke off and looked at Steve. “I’m sorry, what’s your name?”

“Steve Rogers, ma’am.”

“Right.” She paused for a moment, staring at him, but shook her head and went back to her conversation with Happy. “Not Steve Rogers. You need to go pick up the right guy. He’s still at the airport. His agent just called me, because Ian called him, and I don’t like getting yelled at for things I wasn’t aware were a problem.”

“But traffic is going to be murder,” Happy attempted to complain, but Pepper cut him off in a business-like manner that would have made some of his drills sargeants proud.

“I don’t care about the traffic.” She pulled something out of the folder she was carrying and handed it to Happy. “This is him. Please, go pick him up.” The words made it sound as if Happy had a choice in the manner, but her tone left no room for arguments. Happy looked at the picture Pepper had handed him (Steve took a peek and the only thing he shared with this guy was a last name) and slunk off. Steve felt a little bad for him. It hadn’t been completely Happy's fault, but Steve was a little too tired to work up full blown concern that the guy had to battle LA traffic again.

“Now,” Pepper said, pulling Steve’s focus pack to her. “Mr. Rogers, I’d like to apologize for this mix up.”

“It’s alright, ma’am. If I could just get a ride home, that would be great, though.”

“If you don’t mind waiting a bit longer I can have Happy give you a ride when he gets back,” Pepper said, and Steve did mind a little because he wanted to go home (to Nat and Bucky’s home where he was staying for the time being anyway), carb load on fettuccine Alfredo and garlic bread and then sleep for a week.

He was trying to think of a polite way to tell her he would just get a cab when someone behind him said, “Why is Happy leaving again?”

“Oh, Tony, there you are.” Pepper looked off to a point past Steve’s shoulder and he turned to see who she was talking to. He was wearing a pair of jeans, a Rolling Stones t-shirt and a pair of crazy looking sneakers that made Steve blink. They were bright orange hi-tops that looked like they had paint splatter all over them. His hair was gelled into one of those purposely messy styles that Steve could never pull off, but this guy made look both like he just rolled out of bed and right off a runway, and his goatee was precisely trimmed.

He should have looked like he was trying too hard, but he didn’t. The look fit him somehow and the fact that he was one of the most gorgeous men Steve had seen in a while didn’t hurt. Don’t Ask Don’t Tell wasn’t a thing anymore, but Steve still hadn’t spread it around that he was bi-sexual. And except for a brief fling with a British soldier he’d met in Afghanistan that ended when his deployment did, Steve had dated anyone since.m, if you could consider what he’d had with Peggy ‘dating.’

He hadn’t slept with anyone since either and that had been… more years than he cared to admit. Steve blamed that for the overblown reaction to the man in front of him.

“Sorry, I’m late, hun,” this Tony guy said, kissing Pepper’s cheek when she walked over to him. “Traffic from Malibu was crazy.”

“Yeah, I’ve been hearing all about the traffic today,” Pepper said with a sigh. “But there was a mix up. Happy picked up the wrong person at the airport.”

“What?” Tony’s gaze landed on Steve and he pulled his sunglasses off, a frown pulling down the corners of his mouth. The weight of his dark eyes only rested on Steve for a moment, but it was enough for him to still feel them when he turned away. “How did that happen?”

“Same last name. Tony, meet Steve Rogers.” Pepper gestured to Steve with one hand. Tony was looking at him again and Steve cleared his throat.

“Huh,” Tony murmured. He gave Steve a quick once over and pivoted back to Pepper. “Maybe we could—”

“No,” she interrupted. “Ian has a contract, Tony.”

“Ah, well.” Tony shrugged, tossing Steve a crooked smile. “Had to try. You would have been perfect.”

“I—thank you,” he stuttered. “Where am I? No one has told me.”

“I’ve had plenty of days like that,” Tony told him in a conspiratorial tone. Steve stares at him blankly. “Anyway. Welcome to Stark Pictures. Sorry about this whole mess. We’re usually more professional.”

“It’s… fine.”

“I’m sure.” Tony didn’t sound convinced and Steve really didn’t want to try and convince him. The other man clapped him on the shoulder. “Listen, why don’t I drive you home. Where do’ya live?”

“Tony,” Pepper started, but Tony ignored her.

“Glendale? Burbank? What’s that one place from that one show?” He snaps his fingers a couple times, looking at Pepper expectantly.

“That’s not helpful,” is all she says.

It doesn’t seem to matter because Tony turns back to Steve. “West Covina. That’s it.”

“Pasadena.”

“Really? You don’t look like someone who’d live in Pasadena.”

Steve doesn’t know what that means. “I’m staying with friends.”

“Ah. Well, grab your stuff. I’ll take you home.”

“Tony, you should stay—”

“Pep, my favorite producer, light of my life, person who allows me to function.” He gripped her shoulders. Steve was really trying to figure out their relationship. “Happy isn’t going to be back anytime soon unless he runs all the red lights between here and LAX. Plus, you don’t need me here. I was just stopping by to stand around a look pretty.”

“Yeah, but Tony—”

“I’m just the owner of the studio, Pepper. You make the real magic happen,” he said, walking away backwards. “Come on, Steve.”

Steve’s desire to go home won out over anything else. “It was nice to meet you,” he tells Pepper, picking up god duffle from where he’d dropped it and double timing to catch up with Tony who was already halfway to the back entrance where he’s walked in.

When they made it outside, Steve stopped in his tracks because damn, this man had a nice car. Attractive, owned a movie studio, and he had great taste in cars? “Is that a—”

“Nineteen sixty-five Shelby Cobra? Yes, it is.” He popped the trunk and Steve stowed his duffle. “Did the restoration on this baby myself.”

“She’s beautiful,” Steve lightly ran his hand along the trim. Bucky was going to be so jealous.

“Thank you.” Something in Tony’s voice had Steve’s eyes popping up. He found Tony watching him. “This might sound a little crazy…”

“Yeah?”

“But did you want to get some dinner?”

“I’d love to,” he found himself saying before he could really think about it.

“Perfect. What are you in the mood for?”

“Honestly?” Steve and Tony climbed into the car. “I’d kill for a burger right now.” Coming almost directly off his last deployment, he hadn’t had a decent one in months.

“You’re in luck, I know where to get the best burgers in Hollywood.”

Tony started the car and drove out of the lot, the car purring. Apparently Tony’s hair hadn’t been styled that way; it was from driving with the top down. Steve could get used to this.

#stony bingo #cap-ironman bingo fill #stony #stevetony #stony fic #ao3 fic

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imagine-loki · 6 years ago

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From The Inside

TITLE: From The Inside

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter Six

AUTHOR: @cassandrathewitch

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Okay, but imagine Loki dealing with an avenger who now works from inside the building only because of their PTSD

RATING: M / Non-Com

NOTES/WARNINGS: Keep in mind this is PTSD. Suicidal thoughts,

O/N: Sorry for the short Chapter and the wait! I wasn’t feeling well this weekend. 😟 I hope you enjoy!

Making your way to the commons you felt so robotic. Your hand gently grazed the cool chrome walls as you slowly made your way. You honestly didn’t know how you felt. You thought you had awoken to death. To the release of your pain, yet here you were. Alive. We’re you disappointed? We’re you happy? You weren’t sure. The last thing you remember before Loki had put you under was feeling sure. Feeling calm. Feeling light. Feeling free. Then you blacked out. Putting your own thoughts of your current status aside you began to wonder about Loki.

Why didn’t he kill me?

He wished for your suffering, for your pain. You were the reason he was sentenced here. You thought it was odd that he didn’t just take the opportunity to end you. From what you heard from the others, Loki had killed many people. Without even a second thought he had murdered, so why not you? Pity? Maybe. But you couldn’t be sure.

Your fingertips ran out of smooth cool chrome to run themselves across and you realized you had arrived at the commons. Hearing the commotion inside you could tell Tony, Nat, Steve, and Thor we’re already inside and probably waiting to see if you would arrive. Did they know about Loki’s visit? Probably not. If they did it would have been defcon 5.

He probably shaped back into Thor and left.

Taking a deep breath you stood in front of the doors as they slid open to alert the others of your entrance.

As you entered the smell of pancakes, bacon, eggs, and sausage willed your nostrils. The smell. It was so enthralling. Your mouth began to salivate from just the thought of a warm syrupy bite of a pancake. You glanced over to see everyone huddled around the dining table with plates of food in front of them and two vacant seats. One next to Nat, and one next to Thor.

Nat of course was the first to notice you. “Y/n, Come take a seat. We’re just starting.” She Smiled and tapped on the chair next to her. As instructed you took your seat next to Nat. Steve and Tony where in the middle of a debate about something, but you honestly weren’t interested in whatever squabble they were having. You were more interested in the food. “ Good Morning y/n.” Thor smiled as he began loading his plate of bacon and sausage. You smiled weakly and noticed the vacant seat next to him. You knew already who it was for.

Loki.

You shook the thought of Loki quickly out of your head and began filling your plate. As you took in the aroma of everything you began to load your plate more and more. You poured yourself coffee and orange juice and began digging into your plate. The pancakes we’re fluffy and buttery just like you liked, the bacon crispy and warm, the coffee hot and creamy with just the right amount of sugar. You couldn’t help yourself. You began huffing everything down. Mmms and yums left your mouth as you shoveled more and more food into yourself.

“y/n?” Nat questioned.

“Yeah” you muffled out as you ate. Stuffing your face. You finished your bite and swallowed and looked over to her.

Nat looked confused, almost shocked. You raised an eyebrow asked “What?” That’s when you glanced over the table and realized that everyone besides Thor who was too busy eating was looking at you with the same look. Steve and Tony had stopped bickering and we’re looking at you with the same look as Nat. Shock. Confusion. What was with everyone?

“Guys what is it?” You asked almost annoyed at being the center of attention.

They all seemed to snap out of their shock. “N-Nothing! I just wanted to say that we’ve got hair and make up appointments today for the gala tonight.” She smiled and leaned in whispering. “We are gonna look so sexy.”

The gala. You had forgotten all about it after Loki’s surprise visit to your quarters. “Oh yeah. I completely forgot about it. I’ve been kind of on edge I guess since Loki arrived.” In that moment the commons doors slid open and there stood Loki in his long dark green and black asgardian robes.

Speak of the devil. Literally.

Everyone went silent. Tony and Steve tensed, Nat’s smile quickly changed to thin line across her face. Thor gestured for Loki to come take the seat next to his. “ Good Morning Brother. Come! Enjoy some midgardian nourishment.” Loki smiled big and walked towards the empty seat. “Who invited him..” Steve muttered. Loki just smiled bigger. He heard him no don’t. All you could do was take slow bites of your food. The feeling in the room instantly uncomfortable with Loki’s presence. As Loki sat he took his time scanning and smiling at every single one of you. When his eyes landed on you you could see his smile become wider. As if he was pleased with himself.

Bastard… You better not say a thing. You cursed silently.

“Brother! Try this bacon. It is not of Asgard but is still very delicious.” Thor was scooping bacon in heaps on Loki’s plate.

“Thank you brother but I’ll only be having a light meal. I want to save my appetite for the lovely midgardian food that will be served at this evening’s event.” What? Loki was going to be at the gala?

Clank!

Steve had dropped his silverware on the table and stood up facing Loki. “Who invited you to this evening’s event? It is to celebrate us. The Avengers. Not the criminals we’ve had to stop from killing us.”

Loki didn’t even jump or face Steve. Loki simply grabbed the water carafe and poured himself a drink replying slyly. “Why Miss Potts. She requested my presence, wonderful beautiful kind woman she is.” Steve stood back.

“Pepper invited you?” He asked in disbelief. Tony just sighed “Steve, pepper did invite Loki.” He validated.

“Wh-Why?” Steve demanded.

Tony just shook his head and bit into his toast. “Because it’s Pepper, you do the math. This is her shindig.”

Tony never really tried fighting Pepper on anything and Steve knew he wasn’t about to on this.

“So I take it I’ll be seeing you at the gala tonight Mr. Rogers?” Loki teased taking a bite out of An apple from the fruit plate that sat near him.

“You do anything out of line and I’ll put you in your place.” Steve threatened pointing at Loki.

“Steve.” Nat called to him.

“I’m getting out of here. How you all can eat with this monster here I’ll never understand.” Steve grabbed his plate and started towards the door. Steve was in such a rush to leave that he didn’t even see Pepper coming in at the same time and he almost ran into her.

“ Sorry Pepper.” He said and quickly darted out.

“Its okay. Dont-” Pepper tried to get out but Steve was already gone. “Worry about ?” She finished. “Damn what’s up with him?” She asked aloud.

“Steve found out we have an unexpected addition to the guest list for tonight.” Tony muttered as he took a sip of his coffee.

Pepper just rolled her eyes and grabbed a cup of coffee and set some papers in front of Tony. “ Don’t look at them just sign them.” She instructed. Pointing at the papers for Tony to sign. He rolled his eyes and complied. Pepper then looked over the table and smiled to everyone

“Good Morning everyone. Sorry. I had to get in here before Tony decided to hide from me again.” She hip checked Tony in his chair.

“Everyone excited for tonight?” You could tell she was excited.

“Yeah of course.” Nat answered. “Considering it’s mandatory we don’t really have any other choice but to be.”

“Exactly.” Pepper smiled cheerfully and turned to Loki and Thor. “Okay. Both fo you. You’re getting fitted in an hour with Gustave. He’s getting you two suits. He’s meeting you in Thor’s Quarters. Be there.”

Thor just sighed. “Pepper why can I not wear my robes. They are formal garments.”

Pepper walked over to Thor and leaned over the table to get in his face. “It’s a suit and tie occasion only. Besides try something new you never know you might like it.” She tapped on his shoulder.

Loki just smiled to Pepper. “I look forward to this experience Miss Potts. I thank you again for inviting me to your event.”

Pepper just beamed. “ See, Loki’s got the right idea. Thor take a note.” She then looked at her phone. “ Oh Sh-Crap. I have a meeting. Everyone be there and y/n. It’s good to see you. We’ll catch up later.” Pepper finished as set down her cup, grabbed the papers from Tony, and practically ran out of the room.

“I don’t know how she does it.” Nat said aloud.

“I enjoy Miss Potts presence. She’s so…full of life. Isn’t that right y/n?” Loki winked in your direction.

You tensed and just tried to brush Loki’s comment off.

“Yeah she’s really amazing she does a lot for us.” You gulped.

Don’t fucking do it.

Was this going to be his way of torturing you? Hanging this over your head? If he was this bad at breakfast you hated to think how he would be at the gala. So maybe this is why he didn’t kill you..

All the sudden. You felt a your phone vibrate in your pocket. You pulled it out and saw you had a text from Steve. You sighed and opened it.

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“I want to talk soon. After the gala?”

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“What’s Steve want to talk about?”

You jumped and hurried to put your phone away. You didn’t realize Nat was leaning over your shoulder. Thank God he hadn’t said anything about yesterday..

“Nothing. God Nat. Nosy much?” Annoyed you took your last sip of coffee and stood up. You look a glance at Loki who’s eyebrow was raised to you as he nibbled on some toast.

“Besides, don’t we have a whole day of hair appointments and stuff?” You tried to get Nat’s attention off of your text from Steve.

“Oh crap. Yeah we do.” Shooting up from her seat she grabbed your hand. “We gotta go. Later guys.”

Nat practically dragged you out of the room. Your last look back you saw Tony raise his hand in a wave, Thor didn’t respond, but Loki…

Loki just looked at you with a smug look. He was up to something, you were sure of it.

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#Loki #Lover #Angst #God of Mischief #Others #Submitted fic #submission #Cassandrathewitch #Chapter 6 #From the inside

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drewbarymore · 7 years ago

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the moment

Summary: bucky is faced with a question he can’t seem to find the answer to. Pairing: bucky x reader Word Count: 4.7k+ bc i dont know how to shut tf up Warning(s): hella pet names, a lil angst, sad bucky

a/n: happy birthday bucky!!

“You want to what who?”

Peter stiffens at the question, raising his arms up in a defensive stance. “Okay, hear me out—“

“No, no. It’s not an I-can’t-believe-what-just-came-out-of-your-mouth type of question,” Tony interrupts, raising a hand. “I just dissociated for a bit is all. Go on.”

You watch in amusement as Peter takes a huge relieved breath, nodding at Tony who takes a sip of his fourth (is it the fifth?) cup of coffee for today.

“Okay. I-I wanted to interview you for a project for my Marketing class. W-We have to start a business of some sort and advertise it. It just happens that we had to draw from a box what we drew was wedding planning. So you know, I thought it would be a great idea to interview couples. And then I thought of you. And by you, I mean all the couples in this tower.” Peter releases another deep breath after his explanation, bouncing both in excitement and anxiety with a gleam in his eyes, trying and failing to hide his excitement

You can’t help but smile, endeared by his eagerness, only for that smile to dim a little when you feel Bucky stiffen beside you. You squeeze his hand discreetly but reassuringly, keeping your eyes on Peter whose face was far too excited and adorably expectant to be able to say no to.

You were in the middle of doing laundry with Bucky when FRIDAY called you to the common room as per Tony’s request, not really specifying why. When you arrived along with everyone else, you’re greeted by the sight of Peter Parker standing awkwardly behind the couch with an incredibly tired-looking Tony leaning against a wall. Honestly, it amazes you how he still manages to hold himself up when he looks like he’s about ready to pass out any minute.

Silence beats around the room for a few moments, and each minute that passes, you can practically see Peter’s excitement fade and get replaced by shame.

You were about to speak up and just say yes after seeing him look down in disappointment but Tony beat you to it.

“‘Course, kid,” he takes a few steps closer to him and pats his shoulder, “you didn’t have to be so nervous. Sounds good to me. Sounds good, right?” He looks around the room, getting a collective nod from Sam, Nat, Steve, and you.

You beam with delight once you see Peter’s excitement come back. You turn to Bucky who only sported a faraway look, making your expression fall instantly. He sees your smile from his peripherals, and when he feels your gaze on him, he turns to look at you only to find the smile he was expecting to see now replaced by a look of worry. He tries to muster up a smile, but it does nothing to ease the expression on your face.

“Are you good with this, Buck? I mean, Peter has enough people, I think. We can pass up for this one—“

“Not if you want to. And I can tell you want to.” He smiles, leaning closer to you.

“I want to help, yes. But if it would make you uncomfortable, it’s a straight up no, and you know that, right?”

“Yeah,” he says, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb, “and I want to.”

He’s lying through his teeth, but he manages to force out a pretty convincing smile that made the tension in your shoulders drop, and he thinks it’s worth it. He doesn’t want you to feel like he’s holding you back from the things you want to do. He wants you to feel free with him. Always. He wants to prove to you—or maybe more to himself— that he can do this. It’s just an interview. Couple of questions and it’s done. Besides, he knows Peter. He’s a good kid, and he would never put anyone in a position that would make them uncomfortable, or at least intentionally anyway.

You smile at him before pressing your lips on his forehead, and he tells himself again, yeah, this is worth it.

“We can still back out, you know.” you say as you adjust the sleeves of his button down shirt that’s folded up to his elbows, eyes flitting over to his face as you hear him release another sigh. It was the day of the interview, and you could tell he’s getting antsy again, more so than he had been the past few days.

“No.” he says, voice certain, but his eyes, not so much.

It’s your turn to let out a sigh, cupping his cheek in one hand to get him to look at you and running your thumb on his cheek comfortingly.

A small smile threatens to make its way up your lips when he meets your eyes. A familiar warmth explodes in your chest as he smiles at you, the blue of his eyes getting lighter. You bite your lip when you realize that you just forgot what you meant to tell him as soon as he looked at you, so you press your lips to his nose instead.

“You’re beautiful.” you whisper.

He chuckles, pink tinting his cheeks. “Stop it.”

“What? It’s true.” You press kisses to his face again, saying one sweet thing after each one, making him burst into giggles.

He retaliates by pressing his fingers onto your sides and wiggling them, making you laugh out loud. You try to push him away from you but he only tightens his hold, pressing light little kisses all over your neck.

“I love you,” he murmurs into your skin, and you melt instantly.

“I love you too.” You wrap your arms around him tightly, heart and soul at peace.

“Buck? Y/N?” A series of knocks sound through the door. You make a move to step out of the hug to open the door and see what Steve wants, but Bucky doesn’t let you go.

“Hmm?” he hums in reply to Steve, face still buried in your neck.

“You two ready?” Steve asks, swinging the door open.

You throw a quick greeting to Steve, hoping he heard you as you try your best to look at him with Bucky’s head in between your neck and shoulder and your back to the door. He only chuckles at the sight before him, still patiently awaiting a reply.

“Are we, baby?” you gently ask. He nods in response, stepping around a little so now your sides are facing the door.

“I need your words, angel.” you coax.

His heartbeat picks up at the nickname, a dopey smile appearing on his face as he lifts his head to look at you. “Yes.”

“Oh, my god.” Steve mutters in mock exasperation from the doorway, making Bucky throws him a dirty look, mind flashing back to all of the teasing he had to endure by him about you turning him into a sap.

“Shut up. Go away.” he snaps, making Steve raise his hands in surrender as he slowly backs away, smug smile still on his face.

He waits for the sound of his best friend’s steps to fade completely before letting his hold around you loosen up a bit.

“Let’s go?” you ask, taking his hands from behind you and holding them tightly.

“Yeah,” He squeezes them and takes the first step out of the room, keeping in mind that as long as you’re with him, he can do anything.

Except that he couldn’t. He really, really couldn’t.

Missions, espionage, murder, anything really, he can endure. HYDRA made damn sure he’d be good at that. Just not cameras. Or talking about personal things. Especially not both at the same time. It goes against his instincts of hiding under the shadows and keeping as much information to himself as he possibly can, not really having anyone to trust for such a long time.

He shifts uncomfortably under the scrutiny of the lens as Peter writes something down on a paper behind it. Through his peripherals, he can see everyone else who went before them looking through the windows, much like the two of you did a few moments ago when waiting for your turn. One of the rooms in the tower was redesigned to look warmer, more comforting and homey with cream-colored couches, brown pillows, and plants. They made sure the interview took place in the middle of the day, with the sun out and its light illuminating the room.

Every single one who went before you got back quickly. Tony and Pepper were the first, and they told the rest of you that only one question was going to be asked, but they refused to disclose what the question was, claiming that the whole point of it was to catch the ones being interviewed off guard and get the most honest answer out of them— the first thing that came to mind. Bucky’s heart picked up pace at that, but not like how it does because of you. It’s solely because of anxiety. He didn’t want to mess up. But a look from you alone made the voices quiet down.

Right now, though, sitting beside you in said room in front of Peter, he’s so damn sure nothing could calm him down.

It was a simple question, really. So simple that it made the self-loathing inside him grow even more because he couldn’t come up with an answer for it.

“I just wanna know. What was the moment for each of you?” Peter had asked. “As in, what was the moment that made you realize you loved the other person?”

You smiled brightly at him upon hearing it, almost excitedly. And what Tony and Pepper said made so much sense now. It’s supposed to catch you off guard so that moment for you flashes in your mind and you just know. It seemed like it happened for you based on the way you’re smiling at him, and it makes him feel like shit. He couldn’t, for the life of him, think of anything.

He loves you. He lives for you. That’s a given thing. It’s the one thing he’s sure about and holds on to very tightly ever since he got shoved into another world after living a life much like dying under HYDRA. He loves you, and that’s a constant in his life. A sure thing. And he hates himself so much more upon realizing that he didn’t know when or how he did. That he didn’t have a moment, like you do.

After every wrong thing he’s done, he’s so sure that the only thing he’s done right is loving you. And now he’s not so sure anymore. Is he really even loving you right, like how you deserve, if he can’t come up with an answer to a question you so easily can answer?

Your lips are moving, hands flying about animatedly as you talk with that sparkle in your eyes, something that you only have when you’re with him, according to Steve. He sees you talking, but he doesn’t really hear what you’re saying, mind already too busy trying to come up with an answer and screaming self-deprecating thoughts simultaneously.

“What about you, Mr. Barnes?”

He feels like he’s being pulled out of water when he hears his name, except that it has the opposite effect on him. He now feels like he can’t breathe even when he’s already supposedly in land.

“Baby, are you okay?” you ask, and he couldn’t meet your eyes. Not because he’s afraid of seeing disappointment or hatred in them because god, he’d take that any day over what he knows he’ll see.

He tries to breathe properly and calm himself down as discreetly as possible, but it doesn’t work. He just wants to come up with something, anything that would fully express how much he loves you and not just some half-assed bullshit, but he couldn’t and he hates himself so much because he couldn’t even do one goddamn thing right for you and he wishes he wasn’t like this or that he wasn’t here—

The atmosphere in the room completely changed through the course of his silence, he realizes. The light you brought when you were the one talking is now replaced by the burden of his existence, and it breaks him even more.

You rub your thumb on the back of his hand, and he makes the mistake of looking at you, only seeing understanding and adoration, things he definitely did not deserve from anyone, much less from you.

“I’m sorry,” he manages to choke out before standing up and leaving the room. He passes the others by as he makes his way to the elevators, disappointment surely marring their features. What else would they expect from him anyway? From someone who fucks everything up?

The elevator door closes, and he heaves a ragged breath, hands instinctively shooting to his side to clutch on to something, only to realize that there’s nothing, or rather no one beside him. His mouth drops open in horror as it dawns on him that he left you in there. He walked out in the middle of the interview in front of everyone, not giving an answer after he watched you pour your heart into one and he left you to clean up after his goddamn mess. He clutches his hair in exasperation, wanting to just tear the doors of the elevators open and run back to you. But the shame and the fear of what you’re going to say to him makes him shrink back into himself.

So he locks himself into your shared room instead, like the coward that he is.

He opens one of the windows, making the cool breeze get inside as he wipes the tears that fell harshly off his face. He would’ve gone to the rooftop, but the security doors and walls offer is something he needs right now.

(Your arms around him beats that. But he knows he doesn’t really deserve that after the shit he pulled.)

But all of the false sense of peace he tried to build around him shatters when he hears the door open and shut. He doesn’t even have to look to know who it is.

Goddamn FRIDAY. Goddamn this tower’s tech. Goddamn him the most for being a mistake of a human being.

“Hey,” he hears you say softly. So softly understanding and love bleeds through the sound.

He doesn’t respond, clenching his jaws hard in an attempt to keep the new onslaught of tears from falling. He has no right to cry. Not when you should be the one crying and screaming at him for being a piece of shit.

His entire body shakes when he feels your arms wrapping securely around him. The tears fall and he can’t help but release a strangled breath, both from relief upon feeling you and guilt, so much guilt because he knows he doesn’t deserve this yet he can’t let you go.

He shuts his eyes tightly, steeling his heart and prying your hands off of him.

“Buck…?”

He stays silent, hoping you’d get the hint that he wants you to stay away for now. Because he’s no good and won’t ever be any good for you. And you don’t deserve that. You don’t deserve someone like him.

“I-I’m sorry.” you say. “We shouldn’t have gone, Buck. I’m so sorry.” Your voice breaks and he shatters. He caves in on himself, head in his hands and tugging harshly on his hair. He shakes from the sobs he’s trying to hold back, couldn’t breathe because of it. But he manages not to let a sound out.

You nod even when he can’t see you, wiping a few tears before stepping further away from him.

“I’m going to take another shower, okay?” you tell him just so he knows where to find you. Just so he knows you’re still going to be there, that you understand he needs space.

He doesn’t move until he hears the bathroom door shut and the water turn on. His nails start to dig unconsciously into his scalp, but he barely feels it, mind occupied with dark thoughts and heart filled with so much abhorrence for himself and so, so much more you. You and his love for you.

And he thinks maybe it isn’t enough. Maybe love isn’t enough because he’s a monster and he can’t and won’t ever be able to do anything right in this mistake of a second life he’s trying to build for himself.

But then he thinks of you. You and your never ending patience, your genuine and bright and only for him smiles, your soft eyes and lovely words, your I love yous and the countless different ways in which you tell him everyday. And he thinks maybe it is enough. So much more than enough and so much more than he deserves. God, he never stops wishing he could be better for you, but at the same time he’s selfishly praying you don’t get tired of him.

Before he could make sense of his actions, he’s stepping into the shower with you, shoulders slumped and fully clothed.

You jump when you feel his arms around you, more from the coldness of his metal arm and the fact that you can feel the fabric of the clothes he’s wearing than from his presence.

He pushes his face into the crook of your neck, nuzzling further, and you can only put your other hand on top of his arms around you.

“Baby, your clothes are gonna get wet,” you tell him softly, gulping as you feel his body tremble behind you.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles onto your skin, and your heart clenches in your chest.

“Your arm was just cold, is all. Nothing to be sorry for, sweetheart.” you say, knowing full well he’s not not talking about him startling you. It’s so much more than that. But you don’t want to push him about what happened earlier.

He shakes his head. “There’s so much. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. So, so sorry.”

You turn around and wrap your arms around his neck, caressing his back with one hand and running the other one through his already wet hair as best as you could.

“It wasn’t your fault. We shouldn’t have gone.” you coax, but he’s not having it.

“I wish I was someone better. Someone you deserve.” he chokes out, and you tighten your hold around him. Somehow, you can feel the difference between his tears and the droplets from the shower, and it almost feels like it’s burning your skin. You hate seeing him like this.

“I love you.” was the only thing you could say, your own voice shaking. He lets out a sob, a sound so goddamn broken and helpless it pains you. He slides down on his knees, wrapping his arms around your middle and pressing his face onto your stomach.

“I told myself I’m gonna be better for you. I swear, doll, I tried. But I can’t seem to do a damn thing right. I love you so much, but I can’t seem to do it right.” You can feel the uneven puffs of breath onto your skin and his hot tears, and you want to crouch down to his position but his hold on you is so tight you can barely move.

You try to pry his arms off of you, but as soon as he feels it, his head snaps up, eyes filled with panic.

“No, no, n-no. Baby doll, I’m sorry. I’m trying–“ his voice borders hysteria when you succeed on prying his arms off, but you quickly hush him by sitting down and taking his head in your arms and tucking it under your chin.

“I know, baby. I know you’re trying.” you say, still trying to keep your voice even.

“I’m sorry.” he weeps, hugging you back tightly.

“Shh, no. I love you. Nothing else matters as much as this. As much as you.”

He holds you tight, so close to him, and you tell him it’s okay. You don’t need his words. He’s shown you multiple times through numerous actions that he loves you. One time through literally taking a bullet for you, and you almost killed him for it, but you know that had the roles been reversed, you’d have done the same thing.

He loves you. He makes you feel it, and that’s enough. So much more than enough.

“Where are we going?” Your eyebrows furrow as he leads the way to wherever he’s planning to go, tugging you gently by the hand behind him.

He doesn’t answer, only smiling at you before the earnest look he’s had since breakfast this morning makes a comeback.

It’s been a week since the interview, and things are back to normal. That night though, he didn’t want to be apart from you in any way, making sure that he has your hand in his at all times, and when you fell asleep, he had his arms and legs wrapped around you, almost engulfing you with his stature. You didn’t mind, glad that at least he wasn’t pushing you away like he does sometimes.

The morning after that, everything’s back to the way it was. Nobody spoke of it, only Peter calling to apologize.

“Bucky, are we okay?” you ask again, squeezing his hand as the elevator goes up.

“Yes, doll.” He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your head.

“Then why won’t you—“

Before you can go on with your question, the elevator doors ding open, revealing the hall of a familiar floor.

“Just trust me, okay?” he says, running a thumb along your cheek, making you melt into him.

“Mmkay.” You sigh contently.

But again, your confusion grows when you realize that this is the floor where the room the interview took place in is. You’re walking right up to the room where it took place to be exact.

“Bucky—“

You’re again interrupted by the door opening, revealing Peter.

“Hey!” he greets, a smile lighting up his face. “It’s all set up. I was just about to go down, see if you changed your mind.” he continues, gaze directed at Bucky.

“No. Not this time.” Bucky says, still not looking at you.

They smile at each other, and you take that as an opportunity to finally talk.

“Okay,” you motion between the two of them, “care to enlighten me about what the hell’s going on?”

Bucky just gets behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and carries you inside the room, making you squeal from being lifted off the ground. Peter lets out a laugh, taking a seat as he watches Bucky waddle over to the couch, setting you down and plopping next to you.

You look around the room as the laughter dies down, apprehension replacing your joy. It looks the same as it did last week—cameras and all— and you’re kind of getting a hunch on what’s about to happen, making worry spring in your chest.

“Buck, are you sure?” you ask him.

He smiles and pecks your lips. “Yes.”

Peter clears his throat, grabbing both you and Bucky’s attention. “Okay, so…Mr. Barnes, what was the moment for you? The moment you realized you love Ms. Y/N?”

You take both of his hands in yours, ready to tell him sincerely that it’s okay if he doesn’t want to answer, that you didn’t have to do this again, but he turns to look at you and speaks first, and it makes your heart beat faster in your chest.

“It-It’s…” he stammers, red rising up his cheeks, “every time I’m with her. Every time I look at her. It’s always that moment.”

Your heart stops, and you feel your chest well up with warmth and so much love for this man sitting next to you.

“Some will say it’s a lazy answer,” he chuckles a bit, and you shake your head, vision already blurry, “but it’s the truth. I’ve spent so much time either frozen or wishing I had my eyes closed instead just so I don’t see what I was doing. There was a time when even closing my eyes isn’t an escape. Everything I did follows me, awake or not. And then there’s you.”

You let the tears fall freely, not wanting to let go of the hand of the love of your life who’s looking at you like you’re one of the goddamn seven wonders of the world or something.

“Every time I see you next to me when the day begins and as it ends, I just know that I love you, and that I’m the luckiest in the world, because I get to be around you. Because somehow, you love me too. I’m not sure I believe in god, or fate, destiny, or some other bullshit, but I thank whatever force it is that brought you to me everyday.”

You let out a sob, and he reaches up to wipe the tears gently from your face. You cup his cheek in yours and tuck a strand of hair away from his face.

“Sometimes I get so angry because I feel cheated. I feel like the world did me wrong, but I look at you, and all of that goes away. I would go through all of that a million times if it means I get to you again one day. You’re the only thing the world has done right to me, sweetheart.” He smiles, his own tears making his eyes glisten.

You couldn’t hold it back. You jump right at him, throwing your arms around his neck and burying your face in his neck, sobs still escaping your lips.

“Hey, hey, shh. I’m here, angel.” he hushes you, running his hand up and down your back, the other one holding you to him. He leans back a little to look at you and take your face in his hands. He wipes your tears again, and you whine.

“Dude, that’s just rude. I can’t be in here crying.” You swat his chest, no force behind it at all. He chuckles at that, pressing kisses on both of your eyelids.

“Now Peter has seen my ugly ass crying face.” You pout slightly, chancing an embarrassed glance to Peter.

“O-Oh, no. No. Just-just pretend I’m not here.” he says, sniffling. Your swollen eyes widen when you see his slightly red nose and red-rimmed eyes as he packs up. You look back at Bucky who just shrugs.

“He doesn’t mind.” He smirks before leaning down to kiss your lips.

Later that night, when the both of you are in bed just waiting to fall asleep, you ask him about why he decided to do it again.

“I mean, I’m not complaining one bit. What you said ripped my heart out in the best way possible.”

He inches closer to you, laying his head down your chest. Your hands instinctively go to his hair, and he sighs in content.

“I wanted to make it up to you.” he whispers so quietly, you almost miss it.

“It’s not— you didn’t even do anything wrong.” you say, heart clenching at his reply. You hate that he thought he did something wrong just because he couldn’t answer the first time. You hate that he beat himself up for it.

“I want to be the best for you. Or at least try to be.” he says, almost bashfully.

“Stop it, Bucky,” you hold him closer and tighter to your chest, “and tell your demons to go meet me at Main Street. I’m gonna beat them up.”

He chuckles at that, looking up at you in adoration, all innocent bright blue eyes and pink lips, making you want to drag to hell everything and everyone who has hurt and still are hurting him.

“You already are. I want no one else.” you say, pressing your lips to his in a lingering kiss.

He leans into it, feeling reassured at the moment. Deep down, there’s still something telling him that this is all so impossible, that the world will still somehow find a way to take this—you— away from him, but fuck if he lets that happen.

He promised himself he would try to deserve you, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t do everything in his power to keep that promise this time.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky imagine #bucky barnes fluff #bucky fluff #bucky angst #10 march 2018

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buckykingofmemes · 7 years ago

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Force of Chaos

Or, Bucky Barnes Is Definitely Not The Sane One.

(On AO3)

Bucky was sitting at the kitchen island when Steve wandered in, looking for a mid-afternoon snack. There was a heap of black leather on the granite surface in front of him, and he was working vigorously at the lining with a needle and thread. It was just a touch too glossy to be Nat’s catsuit, and too big to be one of Bucky’s motorcycle jackets, which left only...

“Is that Nick Fury’s trenchcoat?” Steve asked, with open horror. He’d thought the therapist was making headway on Bucky’s latent self-destructive tendencies.

“Yep.” Bucky replied, tying a knot and snipping the thread away. He stood and shook out the coat.

It jingled.

Like a Christmas stocking.

“And you say I’m the reckless one,” Steve shook his head. “Well, it’s been nice knowing you, Buck. I hope Fury kills you quickly.”

“You are the reckless one. I’ll be wearing a parachute when I jump off the helicarrier to escape.”

Steve couldn’t argue with that.

He wondered if Bucky had a plan to evade the Quinjets after he jumped.

kingofmemes posted:

i may spend the rest of my life in boat jail, but at least the pirate king cant sneak up on me anymore.

worth it.

posted at 8:23, 3053 notes

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Clint was napping on the common-room couch, blissfully ignorant to the absolute garbage coming out of the newscaster’s mouths on TV. Steve, on the other hand, was tapping furiously at his tablet on the opposite couch, his Letter to the Editor growing longer by the minute. Tony kept telling him to just not watch the news, but Steve liked to be informed. Besides, sometimes they interspersed the fury-inducing news coverage with cute stories about animals. Steve liked that.

The elevator doors whooshed open quietly, and Bucky ambled over to see what Steve was watching. Steve felt a slightly guilty tingle on the back of his neck; Bucky was half-convinced that Steve was going to have a stress-induced heart attack while getting worked up watching the news, even through Erskine had fixed his health problems. The super serum had cured a lot of Steve’s ills, but nothing on earth could trump Bucky’s I’m Concerned About Your Health, You Suicidal Idiot lectures. Or, these days, his I’m Concerned About Your Health, You Suicidal Idiot glares. He’d really mastered the art of the silent conversation.

Bucky’s gaze slid from the television toward Steve, who could feel the This Again, You Dumbass? glare building. He hunched his shoulders a bit. But instead, Bucky’s gaze caught on Clint’s outflung arm. He had one of his legs hooked over the back of the couch, but had somehow twisted to lie face-down, and had managed to ruck his stained white tee up to his armpits in the process.

For a long moment, Bucky stared at the sprawled archer while Steve held his breath, waiting to see if he’d dodged a (hopefully) metaphorical bullet. It escaped in a relieved sigh as an ominous light appeared in Bucky’s eyes and a smirk lifted his mouth. It was an expression Steve was all too familiar with.

Bucky darted silently out of the room, reappearing moments later with large slip of paper. He balanced it on the back of the couch, then dashed towards the kitchen. Steve heard the sink turn on, and sat, poised, waiting to see what mayhem was about to begin.

Bucky returned with a pair of washcloths: one damp, one dry. Steve watched as he knelt beside Clint’s couch and peeled a layer of plastic off the paper slip. With surgical precision, he laid the paper against the exposed small of Clint’s back, then layered the damp washcloth over it, and then settled back to wait. Steve had seen him defuse bombs with less delicacy.

(To be fair, Bucky’s usual method of ‘defusing’ bombs involved putting them somewhere where no one would be hurt by the detonation and then shooting them so they exploded. But still.)

Bucky glanced over at Steve, who was by now thoroughly distracted from the news. Steve raised a conspiratorial eyebrow. Bucky smirked.

Bucky lifted the washcloth away from Clint’s back, then peeled the soaked paper away. He patted gently at the damp skin with the dry washcloth, and Clint snorted and twitched in his sleep, but didn’t rouse.

With a final smirk, Bucky slipped away with the evidence of his crime, and Steve craned his neck to see his handiwork.

There appeared to be an elaborate purple butterfly inked at the small of Clint’s back.

Down the hallway, Bucky slammed a door loudly. Clint jerked awake and tumbled off the couch.

“Whaddisit? Whaz’happenin’?” he slurred drowsily.

“Nothing, Clint.” Steve answered, and smiled. Clint snorted muzzily and fell back asleep, face buried in the rug.

kingofmemes posted:

purple really is your color, buddy.

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“You ever think maybe Tony gets lonely down in his lab by himself all the time?” Bucky mused as he braced the heavy bag for Steve. Steve snorted noncommittally in reply, focused on the rhythm of his fists. After a few minutes, he glanced up at Bucky and caught sight of the curl at the corner of his mouth. Steve froze.

“Buck. What’d you do.”

“Why so accusatory, Stevie? I’m as pure as the driven snow. ‘S why they called me Winter.” He shot Steve a suspiciously bright smile.

“They called you Winter because of your strong resemblance to an icicle and you know it. What’d you do to Tony, Buck.”

It wasn��t a question. Steve was using his Captain America Voice. He knew it wouldn’t work--it was only a pale shadow of his Ma’s Do As I Say voice, and Bucky had been defying that tone to smuggle Steve sweets for about a century. Predictably, Bucky wrinkled his nose at Steve.

“Watch who you’re calling an icicle, Rocket Pop. And you know Tony and I are buddies now.”

“I know you and Tony seem to be in an ongoing competition to see who can be the bigger asshole to each other.”

“Language, Stevie! ‘Sides, I was being helpful. Now his lab’s a little less lonely.”

“Oh no.”

“D’ya think Tony likes cats, Steve? I think he will.”

In the brief silence that ensued as Steve considered the multitude ways this would go poorly, a loud metallic clatter filtered up from the floor below, as though some heavy metal object had just toppled over. It was promptly followed by a familiar voice yelping “What the fuck is that?!” in an embarrassingly high pitch, and the distinctive sound of a cat yowling.

Steve pinched the bridge of his nose. “Did you think to tell Tony about the cat you stuck in his lab, Buck?”

The overly-bright grin was back. “May have forgotten that bit, Stevie. Whoopsie.”

A muffled explosion sounded below.

Steve sighed.

kingofmemes posted:

no, @dick-shaped-tower, i dont think ‘fucky barnes’ is a good name for a cat.

besides, he already responds to ‘mr stank.’

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“You’re the worst person, Buck.” Steve announced, while Bucky slid jalapenos into Thor’s sandwich.

“No, that’s Sam.”

“Sam’s a war hero.”

“Still the worst though.” Bucky gave the sandwich a dissatisfied frown.

Steve crossed his arms. “What did Thor ever do to you?”

“He called my hair ‘limp.’ Limp, Stevie.”

Steve considered the severity of the insult.

“There’s wasabi paste on the top shelf. Thor’ll probably be back in about two minutes.”

“Thanks, Steve!”

kingofmemes posted:

fun fact: milk will soothe your mouth if you eat something too spicy, but if you dump a whole gallon on your face, your hair is gonna look stupid.

real stupid.

posted at 12:03 PM, 4729 notes

Steve rested his elbows back against a chunk of rubble, trying to shift some weight off his aching feet. It’d been a rough day. A doombot attack had been compounded by the unexpected arrival of the Wrecking Crew, and while the whole thing had been wrapped up quite neatly for a good half hour now, the Avengers usually waited for Dr. Banner to de-Hulk before trying to get him on the Quinjet. Nat’s lullaby hadn’t worked, but instead of going on a smashing spree, the Hulk had plopped down on an overturned police car and was idly turning cinderblocks into powder. The Winter Soldier had wandered over to watch a few minutes ago.

“Oh no.”

Steve glanced at Tony, who had shucked the Iron Man suit several minutes ago and started poking at the insides with a screwdriver. Now, the tool was limp in his hand, and his horrified gaze was directed at the Hulk. Steve turned to look.

“Are they...about to have a thumb war?” Steve wished he sounded more surprised.

Across the road, Bucky and the Hulk finished the rhyming chant and began to battle. Immediately, there was a metallic crunch, a soprano squawk, and a bellow of triumph from the large, green victor.

Tony ran his hands through his hair. “Well. Guess I get to field-test that new prototype arm a little sooner than I planned.”

kingofmemes posted:

i may only have one finger left, but at least it’s the middle one.

self expression is very important.

posted at 3:46 PM, 5682 notes

Steve panted as they started their sixteenth lap of Central Park. “You haven’t pranked Nat yet, Bucky.”

Bucky shot him a glower. “I don’t want to die, Steve.”

Steve said nothing. Bucky made a good point.

kingofmemes posted:

there’s a line between stupid and suicidal, and that’s where i live.

posted at 6:32 AM, 8529 notes

It wasn’t unusual for heads to turn as Steve passed. It’d taken him a while to get used to being what Dum-Dum called “A prime specimen of American Manhood, assuming American Manhood is really in to tights.” But these days it wasn’t something he noticed much.

He was noticing it now, because heads weren’t just turning--eyes were going wide, mouths dropping open. Was there something on his face? He’d just gotten out of the gym shower, he should be perfectly clean.

Steve hitched his duffel a little higher on his shoulder, darting into the elevator and punching the button for the residential floor. He tried not to make eye contact with the shocked-looking people outside as the glossy doors slipped shut.

And then he caught sight of his reflection in the doors.

Steve was pretty sure his hair wasn’t always that...blue.

He dug in his gym bag and popped the cap on his shampoo. Sure enough, it was dyed blue.

The elevator doors opened on the residential floor. Bucky stood beyond them, cell phone camera upraised and shit-eating grin plastered on his face. Steve rolled his eyes, then propped his hands on his hips, Star-Spangled Show style, and smiled toothily into the camera.

“Admit it, Buck, I make it look good.”

“Never said you didn’t. You’re an incredibly good looking smurf.”

“Thanks. That’s so kind of you. So genuine. Jerk.”

“Punk.”

“So what did I do to deserve this spectacular new look?”

“This is revenge for making me fish your unconscious ass out of a dumpster after you messed with the tracksuit mafia last week. You gotta spend less time with Matt and Clint. I think they’re contagious.”

“They got in a lucky hit!” Steve protested.

“Only because you weren’t wearing your helmet. I figured if your hair was bright blue you’d be more inclined to cover it up.”

Steve snorted. “Shows what you know. Hey, you think Nat has red dye and bleach? I wanna do stripes.”

“If you ask nicely, I bet she could even do stars.”

kingofmemes posted:

who’s strong and brave, has to shave the american flag?

posted at 9:51 PM, 6829 notes

Author’s Note: No cats were harmed in the making of this fic. Some genius billionaire playboy philanthropists, on the other hand...

#I know this is a bit more dialogue-heavy than previous fics #that's because steve and buck are best friends #so he's more chatty #and steve is in on his antics #bucky is terrible once you get to know him #and terrifying if you don't #bucky barnes #bucky king of memes #chatterbox #Team Took All The Stupid #Tales from the Tower #this one's for you #@memecaptainsteverogers #you and your fuscia hair #tw suicide #just a mention no actual suicide.

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kello-unknown · 4 years ago

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NEVER THOUGHT IT’D BE HER

Summary: Max lives an… entertaining life. She just got out of a relationship she thought would last forever. Meeting one person leads to more people in her life, and before she knows it, she’s falling in love with someone she never expected to fall in love with.

Words: 2,174

Warnings: alcohol consumption, drunkenness, little bit of angst, Max being a cocky ass (so her being her)

Author’s Note: this is the longest chapter yet.. so i guess i kinda apologize but im really not sorry. i didnt think there was a good place for me to make it another chapter. oh well.

dont forget if u wanna catch up on what happened in the last chapter, you can click down below and re-read and remember what happened lol :D

CHAPTER 1, CHAPTER 2, CHAPTER 3, CHAPTER 4, CHAPTER 5, CHAPTER 6, CHAPTER 7, CHAPTER 8

MASTERLIST

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CHAPTER 9

“CAN I get you ladies anything else?” the waiter asks after bringing over the drinks to Alex and Casey. The two look at each other, silently agreeing to each other that they were good, at least for now.

“I think we’re good, thank you,” Casey says. The waiter nods, then returns to the bar top to attend to the rest of the patrons. They toast to having a good night, then they each take a sip of their respective drinks, savoring the first taste. Alex takes a longer sip than her friend does, which allows Casey to start the first conversation of the night. “So what’s been going on with you, huh? It’s been like almost two weeks since you last spoke to me. I need details. My life has been so dry lately,” she pouts.

Alex swallows what drink she has left in her mouth, and Casey starts to take a mouthful of hers. “Well, for starters,” she pauses, taking a deep breath in and out, “I found out Devin cheated on me during his work trip.” Casey spits out her drink, luckily not onto Alex, after hearing what she said.

“He what?! How am I just finding out about this now?! It’s been literally, what, two weeks since he came home and you’re just now telling me this?” Casey exclaims. After a moment, she, too, takes a breath after her outburst. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be mad at you for not telling me right away. But… Alex… are you okay? What happened?”

Alex takes a swig of her drink before explaining. “It was, like, four days after he got home from his trip. He went into the bathroom without his phone and he got a text from someone that wasn’t me.” She laughs, saying, “He didn’t even try to be subtle about it, he fucking put a heart emoji as her contact name.” At this point in Alex’s story, Casey looked like she could kill a man. More specifically, Devin.

“Anyways. I opened the message and scrolled back a little bit and he had said shit like, ‘Oh I had fun last night,’ with a winky face, ‘My hotel room is pretty empty right now… wanna join?’ with another winky face, and after I read that one I guess I kinda put two and two together. He came back out and thought something was wrong. He asked me why I looked all sad. I told him to open his phone and explain what he had actually done during his ‘trip.’ I didn’t need his explanation at that point since I basically got the gist of what happened.” She sighed. “I think I just needed to hear it out of his stupid mouth. I grabbed my bag, phone, keys, and threw on a coat and drove to one of my friends’ house.” Casey wonders who this friend is, but she lets Alex continue.

“I explained to her what happened and she let me stay the night. I’m still staying at her place until I figure out what I’m gonna do next.” A moment of silence ensues. “But other than that, nothing much has happened. What about you? Anything interesting in your life?” she jokes. They both laugh a bit. Casey rubs her head, trying to take everything in.

“That son of a bitch. What the fuck… I’m sorry Alex. Really. I don’t even know what to say,” Casey replies.

“Well, for one, you could say ‘I was right.’” Casey, confused, asks what she means. Alex laughs. “You always said, in the beginning of my relationship with him, that you didn’t like him. You never figured out why, but you said your gut didn’t feel right around him. And your-”

“-Gut is never wrong,” they say simultaneously.

Casey smiles. “So, I guess I was right then. That’s a first,” she states. They both take a long pause, both drinking. “Have you spoken to him since that night?”

“No, and honestly I’m not sure I want to. I know eventually I’ll have to about, like, financial stuff, but even thinking about him makes me angry, Case. It’s that bad.”

“It’s not bad. If anything, being angry thinking about your ex-spouse that cheated on you is probably normal, I would think. Not that I would know, but you get my point.” She sighs. “I’m sorry, babes. Really. I don’t even know what to say.” Alex smiles at her friends attempt to fix this shitty situation.

“How about instead of talking,” Alex says, as she signals for the waiter, “we drink?” The waiter comes over, and Alex asks for two refills. He comes back not more than three minutes later with two cold drinks.

“I like this idea a lot better,” Casey replies, downing almost half of her drink in one go. “So, and you might’ve said this already so forgive me if you did, but who’s house are you staying at?”

“Oh, my friend Max.” She chuckles, saying, “She’s actually Natalie’s ex-girlfriend. That cute one I was always telling you about?” Casey’s eyes widen. Max, as in the Max she’s been seeing for a few weeks?

How did she not put this together?

Max dated a girl named Nat. Nat’s the whole reason they know each other. Max even showed Casey a picture of her ex in one of her many drunken stupors.

Alex, Casey’s best friend, has a sister named Natalie. Alex didn’t need to show Casey any pictures of Natalie since the three of them practically grew up together.

Casey didn’t realize Max dated Alex’s sister all this time.

I’m a fucking idiot.

Does she tell Alex that she knows her or does she talk to Max about this first?

“Oh, yeah, I remember you talking about her.” Maybe telling Alex she’s been fucking her current roommate for the past three and a half months isn’t a conversation Casey wants to have right now.

Or ever.

“How did that happen? Are you guys, like, friends or something?”

“Yeah, actually. We started talking after I went over to her place a couple weeks ago to move Natalie’s stuff out. Funny story, she actually had a girl over that morning.” If possible, Casey’s eyes widen even more. Does Alex know about the two of them?

Did Max tell her already?

“I felt so bad. She said it was fine though. The two of them were still asleep, I guess.” Casey breathes a sigh of relief. “Yeah, ever since that day, we kinda just stayed in touch. And when everything happened with Devin, she was the first face I thought of that would help me.”

“Ouch.” Casey feigns hurt. “Best friends for how long and you go to your sister’s ex? Okay. I see how it is,” she jokes.

“Oh stop. Next time I get my heart broke, I’ll make sure I’ll drive to your place instead. Happy?”

“Very.”

The two continue bantering back and forth, before getting up to go dance a little. By the time they’re both tired out, it’s a quarter to one in the morning. Drunk, Alex whips her phone out to call her personal Uber.

“Hey, what’s up?” A tired sounding Max answers the phone. “Do you need the bedroom ready for use?”

“Hiiiii. Can you come pick us up? We’re at the bar and… and it’s dark out,” Alex slurs out. She can hear, even while drunk, Max’s distinct chuckle. It’s slowly becoming one of her most favorite sounds in the world.

“I’ll be there in, like, five minutes. Make sure you guys stay near the front of the bar so I can see you. Got it?” Max hears a soft, “Mhm,” and replies, just as softly, “Okay. I’ll see you guys soon.” She hangs up and runs to grab a shirt and her car keys.

Meanwhile, Alex turns to Casey to tell her that they have a ride now. Casey, slightly less drunk than her best friend, hums while gathering her stuff to head outside. The two, hand in hand, walk outside the bar, and by the time they stand against the front wall of the bar, Alex can see Max’s car just a little down the road. Casey stops her from running towards the car, pointing out the fact that she can barely stand up straight as it is. Alex huffs, but stays in her spot, nonetheless.

Max pulls up, jumps out of her car, and walks up to the two. As she starts to greet Alex and her friend, Max realizes that its Casey. Alex walks up to Max to give her a big drunken hug. Max returns the hug all while staring at Casey with a confused look on her face. Casey, silently, tells Max to not bring their relationship up. At least, not yet.

Alex unsteadily pulls herself off of Max to introduce Casey to her. “I want you to meet my best f-friend! Max, this is Casey.. Case, this is Max.” The two shake hands as if they’ve never met before and smile. Alex interjects, saying, “You two are so cute. You look cute t-together,” all while giggling.

“Is that right?” Max asks. She throws Casey a wink where Alex can’t see. Casey rolls her eyes at Max’s antics and smiles. She walks towards Max’s car to open the door for Alex, who is currently latched onto Max’s arm. Casey and Max get Alex inside the car, and Casey shuts the door, and opens the – nope, scratch that – Max opens the passenger side door for her, and Casey slips into the car, but not before sending Max a smirk. Max, still slightly confused with the situation, shuts the door, and walks to her side of the car to hop in herself.

The drive back to her place isn’t bad. If anything, it’s probably one of the more entertaining car rides, what with Alex’s drunken monologue happening in the back of the car. Every so often, Max and Casey will look at each other, laughing at whatever it is Alex is saying.

Max pulls into her spot in the driveway, shuts the car off, and runs to grab Alex before she winds up falling out of the car.

As the three walk up to the front of the house, Max passes Alex to Casey so she can unlock the front door. The three walk in and Casey walks to the couch to put Alex down. Casey turns to Max, who is coming out of the bedroom, presumedly putting Alex’s things away. Max smiles looking at Alex, who is already half asleep.

Casey excuses herself to run to the bathroom, and Max goes to tell her where it is, but she then realizes Casey could probably walk around her house blind folded and know where everything/anything is. Max grabs a blanket to drape over Alex, then goes to get a glass of water and something for Alex to take to relieve her inevitable headache for when she wakes up.

When Casey comes back out, Alex is passed out on the couch and Max is sitting on top of the counter. They smile at each other, almost awkwardly, debating what to do next.

Silence.

“You didn’t tell Alex about us, right? What we’ve done in the past?” Casey asks. Max shakes her head no, telling her that she had no reason to bring it up in the first place. She asks the same question to Casey, receiving the same response she gave just moments ago.

Silence.

“If you want, I can drive you back to your place,” Max offers, breaking the silence. Alex stays quiet while walking over to where Max is sitting. They look at each other. “Or you can stay here and try and sneak out before she wakes up,” she whispers, suggesting that they do what they haven’t done in a while. What they’ve done in the past.

Casey turns her back to Max, and the latter jumps off the counter and walks up behind her. She wraps her arms around her waist. She lays her head on Casey’s shoulder, looking at the side of her face. Casey turns around to look at Max. Her hands find Max’s face. Max leans into her touch and kisses her palm. They both lean in, but before anything can happen, Casey rests her head onto Max’s chest. Max, shocked, just lays her head on Casey’s.

“I think I’ll just call an actual Uber,” Casey murmurs.

Silence.

“Okay.”

Max watches Casey be pulled off in the Uber from her front door. Once the car is out of sight, she heads back inside. She stands against the door after she shuts it with her head hanging in the air. Her head shoots up when she hears Alex rustling on the couch, groaning softly. Max smiles.

She walks over to the chair that lies to the left of the couch and sits down on it. She turns the tv on, with the volume low, and falls asleep near Alex in case she needs anything.

At least, that’s what Max tells herself.

tags: @maggie-elise13, @elizabethfictionwriting, @lesbian-deadpool, @the-very-tired-gay, @timelords-13, @tangled-up-in-bad-decisions, @natashaswhitesuit, @its-a-me-mario-hihi, @marvelfansince08love

#never thought itd be her #ntibh #story #short story #mine #kello-unknown

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