#also love nat still being VERY shy about asking for cuddles

[lewis-winters]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

A quick little thing for my beloved @lewis-winters, I hope this brings you a bit of comfort!

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Perched on the back of a shitty motel bathtub in his boxer shorts, Arthur counted the knobs of Natalie’s spine down to the waterline.

Her hair was already wet, and now it was his job to lather up his hands and wash it for her. It was a tradition that had started early in their roadtrip; Natalie would run herself a bath and after a while Arthur would drift into the bathroom to sit with her. Then, as the water cooled, he would offer to wash her hair. She never said no.

"Want me to braid it for you tonight?" He offered, starting to work the soap into her scalp.

Immediately, he saw her shoulders loosen as she sighed, some of the tension that seemed permanently locked there releasing. This was Natalie at her most relaxed, her most unguarded. Arthur knew how much of a privilege that was to be allowed to witness.

"That'd be nice," Natalie hummed.

"Crazy that it's long enough to go in a braid now," Arthur said.

When they had started her hair had only just started to grow out. Now it brushed her shoulders and trailed against her back in a long, golden, wave.

"Only a little one," Natalie countered, but she was smiling slightly, eyes closed as Arthur tilted her head back to really work the soap in.

It had been a long few days of doing nothing but driving and sleeping huddled in the Jeep, and Arthur had enjoyed washing the grease from his own hair in the shower before this as well. The last few years had inured them pretty well to getting and staying dirty, but that didn't mean the ritual of getting clean again was any less welcome. Nothing felt better to Arthur than scrubbing himself until it felt like he'd reached a new layer of skin. He knew Natalie got a similar feeling out of it too.

"A pretty braid," he insisted. He worked out any tangles between his fingers. "Alright, lean forward, I'm gonna rinse it off for ya."

She bent herself over her knees, flipping her hair forward over her face. Using his hands as a cup, Arthur sluiced bathwater over her hair until it ran clear, then smoothed a hand through the length of it to make sure all the suds had been washed away. Natalie hummed happily, still curled forward, and Arthur ran his hand through her hair a few more times for good measure.

"There you go, all done."

Humming in thanks this time, Natalie slowly sat up straight, stretching her arms out in front of her until something in her back popped. Then she reached back and squeezed the excess water from her hair, wringing it out like a towel before laying it in one short coil over her shoulder. 

Arthur stood, but didn’t leave. There was something almost hesitant in Natalie’s expression now, and she was keeping her eyes fixed on the taps in front of her, like she was gearing up for something. He waited.

“Get in with me?” Natalie asked softly.

The tension hadn’t quite returned to her, but it was threatening to, and Arthur once again looked at the shift of bone beneath her skin. He had never thought of her as fragile before, but there had always been a kind of delicacy to how she held herself when she was vulnerable. A wariness. It was there every time she held out a hand to let him in. Even after three years he was still nervous about grabbing it too fast and spooking her, or spurning the chance by accident.

That being said, it was late, and the water wasn’t at its most inviting.

“The water’s gotta be gettin’ cold, Natty. You wouldn’t rather be in bed?” Arthur asked. Natalie didn’t look up, just flexed her fingers against her knees. He felt himself fold to her, and swept down to press a kiss to her cheek. “Okay, scoot up. We’ll run the hot tap again.”

After shimmying out of his boxers and tossing them aside, he stepped into the tub and gently lowered himself down behind Natalie. It was a squeeze, but they made it work in a tangle of legs and tossed arms. Natalie slid down so her head could rest on his shoulder, even as it pushed her knees up against the sides of the tub to keep her feet in. The water was cold, he had been right, but the body contact and the slow stream from the hot tap made it bearable. Natalie sighed again, that great big breath of relief. Arthur wrapped an arm around her middle to squeeze her to him.

“This better?” He asked.

“Mhm.”

“You doing good?”

“Mhm.”

“Want me to shut up?”

There wasn’t a response, and Arthur laughed, the weight of Natalie against his bare chest making the vibrations of it odd. He felt her laugh too, mostly silent but betrayed by the movement of her ribs under his hand. In the back of his mind there was half a thought that this should be too much, but he ignored it. They had grown comfortable with each other's bodies over time, probably more comfortable than they were with their own. There was very little in the way of shame between them anymore. 

Nothing was too much for Natalie, especially nothing so simple as this.

[mostlymarvelsstuff]

NSFW Alphabet: TCYM, Omega Nat

Authors note: this is my first nsfw alphabet, and I really hope you guys enjoy! If this is something you'd like to continue to see with other fics of mine, please let me know!

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

She's very soft after sex, wanting to be cuddled and cared for. She loves being held close to her Alpha, wrapped up in your strong embrace as you scent each other and you whisper praises to her. Whenever you run a bath for her afterwards, she insists that you join her because, though she won’t say it out loud, she just needs you close by.

She never wants you to be left out in aftercare either so she makes sure to reassure you that you made her feel good and took good care of her. She likes to run her hands through your hair, or rub your back as the two of you cuddle. Giving you kisses is also a necessary thing for her.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Her breasts are definitely her favorite part of hers. They're just so sensitive since she's had Dima, and having them played with just feels so good. Especially when you suck on her swollen nipples after teasing them. And the feeling of her Alpha drinking from her is nothing like anything she's experienced before.

Her favorite body part of yours is your arms. Not just because she loves when you wrap them around her but because of how muscular they are. She loves how easy it is for you to manhandle her during sex, how effortlessly you can carry her, and how turned on just flexing your muscles makes her.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Though she's shy about admitting it, she loved the taste of her own cum. Back before she had a mate, when her heats would hit, she’d spend a lot of time just cleaning her essence off her toys and fingers after pleasuring herself with them.

Your cum, she's crazy about it. Of course her most favorite place for it is her pussy, she loves the feeling of it filling her up and dripping out of her. But she also enjoys its taste. Having you fill her mouth and pour down her throat leaves her a needy mess for you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She secretly wishes to someday be able to peg her Alpha. The idea of being the one inside you, causing you so much pleasure that your cock hardens and leaks before you end up blowing your load drives her insane.

She's thought about it a lot, and is currently working up the courage to ask you about your interest in such a thing. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

The only experience she had before Bruce forced himself upon her was with a vibe and medium sized dildo in the comfort of her bedroom. That being said, she was no longer allowed such toys after Bruce got a hold of her. Still, she knows a lot of what she likes and doesn’t like, but she still has a few things she wishes to explore.

With you, she knows a fair bit about what she's doing. She can easily turn you on, work you up and make you feel good, but there's still a few kinks and interests she's yet to discover.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Her favorite is missionary, as she loves the intimacy of having you so close to her and highly enjoys being able to look up into your eyes as you pound into her. 

 But she's also a big fan of doggy and cowgirl. 😉

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

She's truly a mix. She can be quite serious, able to focus only on the combined pleasure of the two of you. But she can also be silly, usually feeding off of you if you are. She's able to laugh and joke about funny things that happen. But nearly all of the time, she's just very soft.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

She keeps herself trimmed, as having hair down there doesn’t bother her, she just likes to keep it neat. And yes, the carpet matches the drapes.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

She's very romantic. For her, it's all about loving words and actions as well as the pleasure. Even in heat, when she's consumed with need, she cares more about romance than she does a quick fuck.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

She currently feels incredibly guilty when masturbating. Because, though it was a rather normal occurrence in her college years, that all stopped with Bruce. He viewed it as disgusting and when he caught her, he would be very mean. He became violent and would break and throw things while calling her a whore. Ultimately, it just further proved how fragile his ego was, and how inferior of an Alpha he is. 

You, on the other hand, are trying to get her back into exploring herself. You've assured her multiple times that it's healthy and normal and it would never upset you, and you've even helped her pick out a few things to try. Though she's still a bit hesitant she has at least given into the urge a few times. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

She loves being praised, it's probably her favorite. She’s also into small bits of degradation as long as you're possessive about it. Such as: “My slutty Omega”, “My good little cumwhore” and so on. 

Another big one for her is her lactation kink that you share with her. She loves the feeling of your mouth on her nipples, and knowing that you're turned on from tasting her milk makes her feel so good.

She's yet to try this one with you, but she's absolutely turned on by the idea of double penetration. She wants to feel you deep in one of her holes while you use a toy to fill the other one.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

While with pup, her nest is her absolute favorite place. She loves how soft it is and how it has the perfect mix of her scent and yours. But she also enjoys it in bed, mostly because your scent is super strong there.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Any breast stimulation from you is an instant turn on. Sometimes a possessive grab of her hips will have her swooning as well. Your words are good at it too. Not just dirty talk either, but things like “good girl” or “my good Omega” are basically like pushing a start button. Oddly enough though, even seeing you being a good parent to Dima can turn her on. 

Currently, with her high hormone levels, just seeing your muscles flexing or your bulge in your boxers is enough to have her aching with need.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Impact play, choking, and weapon play are definite off limits due to everything she's gone through at the hands of Bruce. 

Anything more than mild and still loving degradation is also off limits.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

She enjoys receiving oral. The feeling of your mouth on her most sensitive parts never fails to fog her brain. And when you add your fingers to the mix, you’ll have her coming undone in no time. And you look so hot with her cum on your face.

She also enjoys giving oral. She loves making you feel good with her mouth and tongue. Looking up at you to see the look of pleasure on your face while getting to feel your cum spill down her throat always leaves her soaked. 

Her skill level is decent. She can easily make you feel good and always has you cumming, but she does still struggle at times to take your full length and she doesn't always know what to do with her hands. But she's learning.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

She usually enjoys it slow and sensual, but recently she's become more open to the idea of trying it fast and rough on occasion. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

She loves quickies, and while pregnant they are a very frequent occurrence. When not pregnant, she still enjoys them, but she's not as often.

To her, it just shows how in love the two of you are that you just can’t seem to keep your hands off each other whenever thoughts tend to wander.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

She's willing to experiment, but with Dima in the house it's a bit harder to be risky about what's done and where it's done. That being said, she’d love to try having sex in your car and in the backyard under the stars.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

She has impressive stamina, even while pregnant. Sometimes she can go multiple rounds over several hours. This is practically doubled when she's in heat. But like all things, it's not always the case. There are days where one round is more than enough for her.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Yes, she owns toys. Though using them was much more common when she was back in college and without a mate. With Bruce toy owning and usage was absolutely off limits, but you're trying to get her comfortable with the idea of using them. There's no shame in toys. 

You’ve bought her a vibrator, some nipple clamps, and a dildo specifically made to look and feel exactly like your cock. You know they interest her, as you have used them on her and she really enjoyed them. But solo play is understandably still hard for her.

And unknown to you, she's also bought a harness and dildo in the hopes that she’ll get to use them on you some day. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She enjoys teasing you quite a bit. Your natural dominating actions and soft possessiveness turn her on a lot, and she finds that you really let that show when she does something to you. 

She’ll do things like purposely: bend over naked in front of you, wear something to show off her milk enlarged tits, brush her ass or hand across your crotch, say something suggestive while looking up at you through her lashes, pump out her pheromones in order to overwhelm your senses, and start touching herself when she knows you’ll walk in and catch her. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Having a pup, she's learned to control her volume. But when alone, she lets herself lose control. She can be very loud. She moans, whimpers and purrs a lot during sex. But her favorite thing to do is moan your name, so you know how good you're making her feel. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

She's very eager to try roleplaying. Specifically with you in your security uniform from work. Something about seeing you in your element stirs something inside her, and all she can think about is you ‘detaining’ her and fucking her senseless.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

She has some old scars from her rough childhood before Melina and Alexei adopted her, but thankfully they're few in number. During college she had her belly button and nipples pierced, but she hasn’t worn any of her jewelry since becoming pregnant with Dima. Where her neck meets her collarbone is her claiming mark from you that covers up her now faded one that Bruce forced upon her. She has a small red star tattoo on her right ankle, to symbolize her Russian upbringing. Yelena has a matching one.

Her breasts are larger than they’d normally be as she's making milk for multiple pups now, and there is of course a swell to her belly where your pup is currently growing. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Currently, it's through the roof. Having pups inside her has her horny very often, and the only thing that can help her find relief is her Alpha.

Usually, she has her horny moments, sure, but she can contain herself until Dima is out of the house or nighttime comes around. Unless it's during her heats, during that time it's just easier to have Yelena watch the pups so you can give her your attention and sex almost constantly the whole time.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Currently, very quickly. Being with pup already takes a lot out of her, so once she cums she's pretty spent. And then, having you cuddling her just affirms how safe and loved she is, so it's very easy for her to just nod off.

Usually though, she doesn’t tire so easily. She can go a few rounds with you and still has energy to spare. Letting her attend to other things that either need done or is just something she wants to do.

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N Harmonia Fluff Alphabet

One anon asked for an N fluff alphabet and another asked for just any N content, so I hope this sates you both!

Not proof read so rip me

Enjoy!

A = Activities (what do they like to do with their s/o? how do they spend their free time?)

Rather expectantly, N loves looking after Pokemon with you! Whether you’re playing with, feeding or tending to them, he really enjoys seeing you being so sweet and kind to cute little mons and giant scary monsters alike.

He also loves just snuggling up with you and playing with each other’s’ hair. He really cherishes that kind of gentle, intimate affection.

Other than that, he really enjoys doing mundane things with you, stuff like going grocery shopping, cleaning the house, gardening etc, even before you live together. There’s something very comforting about it.

Oh, and he loves dancing with you!

B = Beauty (what do they admire about their s/o? what do they think is beautiful about them?)

He admires your kindness obviously, but also your determination and resilience! He thinks you’re so strong, and in turn, it emboldens him too!

As for physical beauty? He loves your smile, even just a little quirk of your lips makes him so happy. It’s just so precious!

C = Comfort (how do they help their s/o when they feel down? what makes them feel better?)

N isn’t the best at this kind of stuff, but he definitely tries his best to offer you support. Usually he just sits with you and lets you vent, or cry into his shoulder, often bringing a cute pokemon with him to cheer you up. He also likes bringing you on walks, hoping it might clear your head.

His words of affirmation, though few, are quite powerful, so you know he means them.

When he’s sad, he’d like to be treated in a similar fashion, just quiet support and cute Pokemon

D = Dreams (how do they picture their future with their s/o and in general?)

N doesn’t really know how he wants his life to go, the only thing he’s certain of is that he wants to continue improving the relationships between humans and Pokemon, and that he wants to be with you for the rest of time.

E = Equal (are they the dominant one in the relationship or are they rather passive?)

Due to his lack of experience, he’s definitely more on the passive side, preferring to let you take the lead when it comes to dates and stuff. Though he has no problem asserting himself (gently) if he wants to do something else instead.

F = Fight (how quick are they to forgive their s/o? what are they like in an argument? who says sorry first?)

N hates fighting with you, absolutely despises it, so he tends to avoid it when he can. Inevitably, like in all relationships, you end up in a few spats. He’s never mean to you, but he does try talk over you and has a habit of just walking out instead of working out the issue right away. Really he just goes for a walk to calm him down, and he’s usually back in an hour or two, but you probably don’t solve your disagreement until the next day.

He finds it quite easy to admit fault and apologise, so you don’t have to weasel a ‘sorry’ out of him. And due to his earnest nature, you know he means it.

G = Gifts (what kind of things do they gift to their s/o? are they spontaneous or do they stick to special events like anniversaries?)

When N gives a gift, most of the time, he doesn’t even realise it. He just sees something he thinks you’d like and just gives it to you without a second thought. Usually it’s pretty flora or candy, occasionally it’s a plush. Sometimes you get gifts very often, sometimes it’s weeks, maybe months, between each present.

H = Heart Eyes (what are they like in love? is it obvious to others? how do they express their love? do they brag about their s/o to others?)

N can be described as blissfully confused when in love. So soft and blushy and not totally sure what he’s feeling, but he sure does love it, and you. His Pokemon friends pick up on it immediately and root for the two of you.

Unintentionally brags. He just thinks you’re swell and tends to bring that up often, but he’s not trying to gloat.

I = Impression (what first attracted them to their s/o? how accurate was their first impression to how their s/o actually is?)

You seemed to handle that little joltik so carefully as you returned it to its mother galvantula, without an ounce of fear or malice in your eyes, and truly only kindness in your heart. It made him feel so at ease, like he had found a kindred spirit.

Not only was he right, he also found his soulmate too,

J = Jealousy (do they get jealous easily? how do they deal with it?)

N doesn’t quite understand jealousy. Like, you love each other, what does he have to worry about? He likes your friends a lot, and he finds anybody who tries to flirt with you more annoying than anything else

K = Kiss (are they a good kisser? what was their first kiss like? where do they kiss the most?)

At the beginning, N’s kisses are sweet but awkward, he’s so new to it, so he’s a bit afraid he might make a mistake. As your relationships progresses though, he becomes more comfortable and confident with it, and kisses reflect that, so soft and caring and full of meaning

I did a whole thing about N and kissing here

L = Little Things (what are the little things they love about their s/o? are they attentive?)

Really what doesn’t he love? It’s not that he puts you on a pedestal, he just genuinely finds you amazing and he loves you so much

M = Marriage (do they want to get married? how do they propose? what would the wedding be like?)

N doesn’t feel the need to marry you, as long as you’re in love, that’s what matters to him, a piece of paper doesn’t make it any more valid than it is in his eyes.

That being said, if you want to get married, he’s down for it, but don’t expect anything sappy or traditional. No proposal, no huge event, just the two of you exchanging heartfelt vows at the courthouse, with matching rings.

N = Nicknames (what do they call their s/o? what do they get called?)

He doesn’t really use nicknames, just the occasionally “Love” or “Dear”

On the flipside, he loves your nicknames for him. Some of his favourites are “Cutie”, “Sweetie”, “Greenie” and “Nat”

O = Open (do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? is it easy for them to share?)

While I wouldn’t say N is an open book, he doesn’t really hide things from you. He tells you how he feels without much fanfare, and you’re made aware of his past quite early on, even before you started dating.

P = Pancakes (are they a good cook? how often do they cook for their s/o? breakfast in bed or fancy dinner dates?)

N’s actually pretty good at cooking, and tends to cook pretty often, especially when you’re on the road together. His meals are simple and comforting, sometimes spicy, lots of soups and curries and rice.

Since he’s vegetarian, he prefers to cook for the two of you instead of going out, since most restaurants don’t have great options for him. That being said, if you find a place with a good menu, he’s totally down to take you there.

Q = Quirk (a random quality/ability that is beneficial to their relationship.)

N does not understand the concept of BS, so you don’t have to worry about playing weird mind games to find out what he really wants. As a result, your relationship is quite chill

R = Romance (how romantic are they? are they cliché or creative?)

Again, he’s not traditionally romantic, but he does care about you quite a lot and loves making you smile. And while it doesn’t say “I love you” very often, he means it, and that is a lot more valuable than any serenade or flower bouquet

S = Sleep (who falls asleep first? do they need their s/o close to them? do they have any bad habits?)

If you play with his hair, he’s out like a light. While he’s cuddles are lax and loose when he’s awake, he hugs you like a teddy when he’s fast asleep.

His sleep routine is shit though.

T = Thrill (do they need to spice up their relationship with new things or do they stick to a routine? how often do they do new things?)

N loves the cosiness of domestic mundanity, so it’s safe to say he likes to play it, well, safe. It gives him a sense of comfort and stability that he really appreciates.

U = Unity (did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? what traits do they share?)

Through being with you, N learns to be more attentive and emotional (in a healthy way), and to appreciate humans even more. He also feels more human too.

While you already loved Pokemon, he makes you see how truly amazing and special they are, and treat them even better than you did before.

V = Value (how important is their relationship to them? what is it worth compared to other things in their life?)

Your relationship is very important to him, but deep down, you know his love for Pokemon trumps his love for you. Though it never causes an issue with you

W = Wild Card (a random fluff headcanon.)

Likes to make matching flower crowns for the two of you and whatever Pokemon you’’re with at the time!

X = XOXO (do they like to kiss and cuddle? are they upfront about their relationship or rather shy when in public?)

N loves fluttery kisses and really tender hugs and cuddles, ones when you’re loosely tanged together and gently stroking each other’s skin.

He is not a PDA person at all, besides holding your hand and the occasional kiss. Some of it is shyness, but it’s mostly because he doesn’t feel the need to prove your relationship to anyone. He doesn’t use affection lightly.

Y = Yearning (how do they cope when they spend time away from their s/o? do they miss their s/o?)

He’s pretty okay on his own, since he’s quite used to it, but he does still miss you a lot. He finds comfort in things that remind you of him, a certain scent, a flower, a sound, even a Pokemon, it makes him feel like you’re with him

Z = Zoo (do they have pets? do they want some in the future?)

N doesn’t have any pets, mainly because he thinks Pokemon are friends. How many Poke-friends does he have? Too many for even him to count. My man radiates serious Disney Princess energy with the way Pokemon seem to flock to him.

That being said, he’s not against good people having Pokemon as pets, so if you have pokemon, you know he’ll be the best dad to them ever.

[peanut-butter-parkerxx]

meeting the fam

where y/n meets the peters second family (the avengers)

pairing: peter x fem!reader

status: just started dating

its been 3 weeks since peter and y/n started dating, they've been friends since august and after 5 months of knowing eachother, he FINALLY asked her out in new years, which couldn't be any perfect than what y/n imagined.

Peters been talking to Mr Stark about y/n the minute he had the chance to, one day Sam heard Peter not so subtly talk about his new girlfriend to his mentor.

"oh Mr Stark, she told me that she NEVER watched Star Wars because she never had somebody to watch it with, she said she knew she'd like it but she needed someone to fangirl with" Peter explains with his hands in the air while tony is fixing a device.

"and my stupid ass said I can fangirl with you, coz I'm like a Star Wars geek, and after I blurted that out, I thought she'd ditch me for good, but she didn't, YOU KNOW WHAT SHE SAID? she said she likes a man who's not afraid to say what he likes! I knew then that we would be somethin-"

"yOu lIkE a gIRl?" Sam blurts out cutting peter off.

and suddenly Thor comes behind Sam "since uh *puts a finger up* when?" *A/N: see what i did there ;)* peter looked at Thor confusedly.

"no guys, they're dating keep up" Tony says not looking away from his work

"ThEyrE DaTiNG??" they both scream, eyes wide, and mouths parted slightly.

"is it that hard to believe I have a girlfriend?" peter asks suddenly offended

"who has a girlfriend?" Steve finally entered. Sam and Thor wanted to explain the what they call 'miracle' but before they could say anything:

"peter, you old Capsicle" Bucky out of nowhere buts in.

"how'd you know?" Sam asks

"lets say the walls between the lab and mini kitchen is verrrry thin" Bucky replies stretching the 'really', peter looked at the floor blushing madly, walking slowly about to leave the lab

"now where do you think you're going, tell me more about your little Juliet, Romeo"

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Peters POV

so last Saturday I was LITERALLY being harassed with questions regarding me having a girlfriend, and to shut them up about it I had to introduce them to her, which is a bit nerve-racking, but hopefully y/n agrees.

I was in the elevator trying to figure out a way to tell y/n about the news. The elevator dinged and I kept whispering different sentence trying to find the right one to use.

I took the keys out of my pocket which makes a loud jigly sound since the floor is empty and makes every noise echo, but before  Iunlock the door, it swings open revealing a very happy y/n jumping at me crossing her legs around my torso and smothering me with light kisses all over my face and neck which makes me laugh.

"well hello to you too" i laugh, kissing her nose and she laughs.

"we can use words later, now i want AFFECTIONNNN and CUDDLESSS" she screams running to my room.

"use words later huh?" I smirk putting my keys and wallet on my desk.

"not like thaatttt, what happened to the innocent shy peter?" she says slapping my arm.

"he became more comfortable with his girlfriend?" he replies shrugging his shoulders, which made y/n/n smile, knowing I'm more comfortable with her now then before.

after taking my jacket off, she immediately grabs me and pulls us to my bed. I snuggle to her side wrapping my arms around her lower stomach while she plays with my hair and kisses me once in a while.

"happy?" I mumble since my face is close to the fabric of her, well my hoodie.

"very" she mumbles in my hair

y/n's POV

I lowered myself so I can cuddle peter more, I swung my right leg over his torso and snuggled my head to his chest more, so now he would prep me with kisses all over my face or whisper things to my ear, after a few minutes of silence peters calls my name

"yeah?" I reply looking up to see him clearly, his lightly freckled face, and brown doe eyes shining from the little light coming from his lamp, he looked...nervous? I tilted my head confused to why he would be nervous right now

"babe what's wrong?" I ask, both of us sitting now

"uhh" he would still blush and stutter when I give him a pet names, I giggled softly which made him focus again.

"I was talking to Mr Stark the other day..about..you and I didnt know Sam heard me, but he did then basically the whole compound knew I had a girlfriend, I-I tried to make them stop bombarding me with questions about us buttheywouldonlystopifiintroducedyoutothemsonowtheyexpecttoseeyoutomorrow" he blurts out nervously, he obviously looked scared of what I would say but then he continued "AND I know we've only dated for 3 weeks now and its too soon but I couldn't stop them-"

"PETER! its ok I'd love to meet your second family" I say smirking in the end and he blushed. I was obviously nervous, its the AVENGERS for Thors sake, but he was too nervous I didn't want to cause more pressure for him.

"o-ok! so you're ok with meeting them tomorrow?" he makes sure.

"yess, definitely" I say smiling, he looked at me happily and lunged at me kissing all over my face.

"you *kiss* are *kiss* the *kiss* best" he says looking at me adoringly, and then we carried on cuddling which lead to me sleeping at his place.

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I woke up to peter humming a song while touching my hair ever so lightly, I opened my eyes and saw probably the most handsome morning face I've ever seen.

"good morning" peter says with his raspy morning voice, he hates his morning voice he says its 'too manly' but I think its pretty hot.

"morningggg" I reply with a cheery tone, I wiggled out of his grasp which only made him hug me tighter, "pete, I need to stretch my limbs are stiff from the same position all night!" I giggle, then he finally released me from his comforting embrace.

suddenly peter had a sugar-rush-like energy and lunged out of the bed, did a couple of stretches in a funny way and went to greet his stunning aunt with a kiss on her head, before I went to greet aunt may I changed to something lighter than his hoodie, HIS SHIRT!

After changing, I went to the kitchen, greeted aunt may, and hugged peter from behind "you lookin sexy today" I whispered to hiM trying to make him blush, which worked!

"y/nnn" he whisper shouted, and hid his face.

"now would any of you like to explain why my nephew is very happy today? or is it just because his girlfriend spent the night?" may smirks. oh she definitely knows how to make peter blush.

"oh *laughs* I'm meeting the avengers today!" I say jumping slightly, may was freaking out with me and we started actually jumping up and down, while peter stared at us laughing

"well c'mon we're eating breakfast there!"

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while we were walking to the compound peter sensed my nerves and held my hand reassuringly, I gave him the 'thank you' look and he smiled in return.

once we entered the compound, the cool air brushed my face lightly, there were little squeaks coming out from our sneakers while we're walking, but then peter stopped and looked at me smirking.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y?" peter asks softly.

"yes Mr parker?" the A.I replies and I was completely blown away.

"where's Mr Stark and the others?"

"Mr Stark is in his lab and the rest are in the main living room"

"ok thanks F.R.I.D.A.Y...OH and meet my girlfriend y/n" he says

"well hello there Mrs Parker" F.R.I.D.A.Y says, I looked at peter confusedly and he had the same expression and cheeks turned crimson red.

"uh hey F.R.I.D.A.Y" I say waving awkwardly to no one.

"uhm F.R.I.D.A.Y? who programmed you to call y/n  M-Mrs Parke-er ??" peter asks clearly embarrassed.

"mister stark did, along with Natasha and Sam" she replies.

"god I'm gonna kill the-"

"Pete its ok" I laugh, rubbing his arms lightly.

once we entered the main living room everyone stopped what they're doing and looked at us

"h-hey guys..uh this is my girlfriend, y/n y/l/n" peter awkwardly introduces me, the room went dead silent, no one was talking they just stared right into my soul the suddenly after a few seconds everybody spoke loudly at the same time trying to introduce themselves first.

"oh my god hi hun! I'm Wanda"

"hello there lady y/n, I am Thor the god of thunder, its a pleasure to meet you"

"oh Don't go all princely on her, she's our cinnamon rolls girlfriend, I'm Nat by the way" she winks

"the name's Clint, also known as Hawkeye"

"James Buchnan Barnes, but you can call me Bucky, doll"

"Steve Rogers *shakes my hand* welcome to the family"

once everybody introduced themselves, peter kept searching around the room, looking for someone, everybody was trying to get to know me more, asking more intimidating questions, but I couldn't pay attention because he looked worried.

so I took his hand softly and rubbed my thumb over his knuckles trying to get his attention, once he looked at me I gave him the 'what's wrong' look.

"hey guys, do you know where Mr Stark is?" Peter finally spoke, bingo he wanted to introduce me to one of the most important people in his life, pressureee, hopefully I could live up to Tony's expectations and he would approve of me,

"he's in his lab" Bruce spoke, pointing at the third door in the hallway.

Once we got to the door, Peter looked at me reassuringly and kissed my head trying to ease my nerves, I gave him a nod telling him I'm ready and he opened the door.

"M-Mr Stark?" peter said, which grabbed Tony's attention, he looked at Peter then his eyes landed on me, he stared at me for a couple of seconds like he was analysing me, then a small smile formed on his lips, That's a good sign, right?

"y/n, its great to finally meet you" he says shaking my hand.

"hello Mr Stark" I say, not knowing what to call him yet so I just decided to be respectful and call him 'Mr Stark' like my boyfriend.

"oh please not you too, call me Tony" he says.

"Tony, love birds breakfast is ready! c'mon Thor's already eating half of the pancakes- wait THOR THOSE ARE FOR Y/N GODDAMNIT" Sam shouts, panicking which makes me laugh a little, tony looked at me, then at peter like he's telling him he approves, which gives me a sense of relief.

when we got to the LARGE dining room everyone was sat in their seats waiting for us three, "finally! the son got his approval from his father!" Sam joke in his awfully attempted baby voice.

"Our baby's all grown up" Wanda says giving him grabby hands to hug him, Peter was madly blushed from embarrassment but still gave Wanda her hug

"wait I want a hug!" Nat interrupts.

"me too!" Thor said, trying to embarrass peter more, which definitely worked. I couldn't help my self from grinning, I loved how the avengers, showed him this much affection.

"well, *stands up from his seat* I wanna hug y/n" tony says in a matter-of-a-fact tone, moving from his chair and hugs me, I obviously hugged back smiling.

"wait- I WANT TO HUG Y/N"

"ME TOO!"

"guys guys, *giggles* stop harassing my girlfriend with affection I think tha'ts MY job" Peter says giving me big hug, kissing my head, I hid my red face in the crook of his neck.

"thank you" I whisper softly

"for what ?" peter replies

"for trusting me to see the most important people in your life, Aunt may, Ned, MJ, and now the Avengers! thank you" I say kissing his neck.

"oh no its the PDA! please don't tell me you guys are THAT type of couple" Bucky says making fake gag noises, which is later interrupted by Steve

"what's PDA?" he asks genuinely curious, Peter face palms and shakes his head

"welcome to the family"

have a wonderful morning/afternoon/evening/night!

-quacksonlover

[spicyfoodboi]

an embrace after practice

Genre: fluff

A kei tsukishima, tetsuro kuroo and wakatoshi ushjima x reader

Synopsis: you take care of the boys after a long day of practice

a/n: hey guys! Another haikyuu fic for you guys! My friend requested this so thank you nat! People who are planning on requesting, please check my rules (linked on my account) I'll be waiting for your requests soon! Without further delay, let's go!

 Kei tsukishima

He practiced blocking with hinata.

kei was very tired, to say the least.

He kind of tore the skin of his palm again.

Tsukishima meets with you after his practice.

You tackle him with hugs.

That's when you notice the bandages wrapped around his palm.

You took his hand and gently examined it.

"idiot, what are you looking at?"

"you got an injury again. Please don't tell me it doesn't hurt as much as the injury you got in the inter-high preliminaries."

His heart clenches at your worrying and sighed.

"I'm fine. Now let's go to my place."

You don't hesitate. The moment you guys got to his place, you started to take care of him.

He pretended like he didn't like it.

But you can tell from the pink forming on his cheeks that he appreciates the attention.

You make sure you fluff up every pillow and place all his dino plushies (that you got for him on separate occasions) on his side so he could cuddle with them.

If you could cook, you would make him dinner. A meal for an athlete of course.

Once he's already eaten and in his most comfortable PJs, you would change his bandages and get him into bed.

He kind of feels like a 5-year-old, being tucked into a bed, surrounded with dinosaur plushies.

"I'm not a child idiot. Get into bed already dammit," he grumbled, throwing some of the stuff toys on the floor to make some space for you.

You hesitantly laid down next to him. He immediately wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer.

"Hey, idiot."

"hm? What is it tsukki?"

"t-thank you," he grumbled into your ear, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

You wrapped your arms around him and smiled.

"is the great tsukishima saying thank you?"

before he could talk back, you cut him off.

"you're welcome tsukki!" you said, pecking his lips then drifting off to sleep in his arms.

Tetsuro kuroo

We all know he's an amazing blocker.

He might of gotten a little bit out of hand while blocking bokuto's serves and spikes.

His hands are all red and swollen after the practice match.

You walked over to kuroo and immediately examined his hands with care.

"Are you okay baby?"

"I'm fine chibi-chan. It's just red."

you sigh, taking out some ointment and rubbing it into his hand to soothe the redness.

You walked home with kenma and kuroo, making small talk and talking about scientific terms.

Kuroo leads you into his home, greeting his father and grandparents.

You say hi as well and proceeded to talk to his grandma.

That gave kuroo time to take a shower and get into his favorite atom pajamas (that you got for him).

You enter his room with his favorite salted mackerel pike you cooked with the help of his grandma.

You take one of his favorite chemistry books and sat down next to him as he ate at his desk.

You started to read out loud and asked about some terms you don't know.

He answers them, making sure to make his explanations easier to understand.

Once he finishes his meal, you lay him down on the bed and started to read out loud the terms.

You notice he starts getting drowsy when he starts to lay on his stomach and covers his ears with pillows.

You close the book and turn off the lights, about to leave to help tidy up.

He pulls you into bed, his one arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer while his other arm secured the pillows on his head.

"Thanks for taking care of me chibi-chan."

You smile and nuzzle into the pillow he had on his head.

"anything for you baby!"

 Wakatoshi ushijima

He would be silent with tendo by his side as usual.

You wanted to do something good for him.

You invited him to your apartment for dinner and a sleepover.

He didn't hesitate to agree.

Once you entered the apartment, you took out the ingredients for his favorite Hayashi rice.

His expression changed just a little bit, a small smile and the light in his eyes goes a long way.

"Is it good toshi?"

"it's delicious, princess." his smile, though small, radiated with a glow.

You smiled, finishing up your food, and waited for him to finish so you could tidy up.

while letting him shower and change into his sweatshirt and sweatpants he left the last time he stayed over, you were setting up the living room for a detective movie marathon.

Yes, I see him liking detective movies, fight me.

You also make a big pillow fort, making sure he could fit inside it and get comfortable.

Once he comes out of the bathroom and into the living room and sees the pillow fort, his smile grows wider.

He sat inside it and watched the movie, pulling you onto his lap so he could rest his chin on your head.

After a few moments of comfortable silence, he sighed, grabbing your attention.

"princess,"

You glance behind you to look at his face.

"thank you."

You blush and nodded "it's no problem toshi!"

 So… Idk if ushjima is OOC but I can kinda see he is in a way so apologies! He's also kind of short because I didn't know what else to add. I loved writing kuroo so much, he's such a fun character. Requests are still open by the way so don't be shy to request something! The reason I wanted you guys to check my rules is that I just updated them! Thank you guys so much for reading! Love you guys 💖❤

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Affection

A/N: This is my first time writing for Peter so I hope it doesn’t flop. I think it’s really cute though. 

Summery: Peter is very affectionate and he loves when his shy girl is affectionate towards him

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark Reader 

Word count: 1.4k+

Warnings: It is tooth rotting fluff

You never outright said you were dating. Everyone knew, but you never made an official announcement. Nothing really changed about the dynamic between you and Peter since before you started dating either. You were always close to each other; it was just how you guys liked to be.

Maybe it was the subtle changes, like how Peter kissed you more often. Not that forehead kisses were all that rare before when you were “just friends” but now they appeared a few more times a day. Or maybe it was the fact that Peter always had some kind of contact with you. Again, not that you guys weren’t always super close together before, but now it was almost constant. 

The thing that must have really tipped it off was how affectionate you had become. You were never big on hugs and the whole deal, but ever since Peter finally gained the courage to ask you out, you were a little more physical. It was the shy grabbing of his hand while you sat in the lab and watched your dad work on something and the simple head on shoulder lean that made Peter beam. 

You were sitting together at lunch when MJ caught on. 

“What’s up with you two today? You’re acting like second graders sitting next to their crush,” she commented. It was kinda true, you had been acting a little shyer than usual around Peter. The whole relationship thing was very new to you. 

You giggled at Peter’s confused expression. He had only asked you out three days ago. You were studying in his room together and he casually asked you out.

You were sitting at his desk, writing a paper for AP Lang while he sat on his bed. He was supposed to be working on a robotics assignment but he kept getting distracted. 

He thought you looked more beautiful than ever. You were wearing his hoodie because you were complaining about being cold earlier. Your hair was in a ponytail as usual, and you looked like you were about to fall asleep any second. He thought it might’ve been from boredom at first but he realized that he was thinking about you: Y/N Stark. You were on a competitive essay writing team. Writing an essay was fun for you. It must have been the sleep deprivation. Things had been a little hectic lately. 

“Pete, did you hear anything I just said?” you asked with a hint of a smile on your face. “Where are you tonight?”

“Sorry,” he said. “I’m getting lost in your beauty.” He smiled when you giggled. 

“Okay, Prince Charming. Tell me which sentence sounds better.” 

He listed while you read part of your essay to him. “The second one.” 

“Thanks.” You turned back to your laptop and he went back to staring at you. 

“Y/N,” he said, prompting you to turn in your chair and look back at him.

“Peter.”

“Have I told you how pretty you look tonight?” 

“Yes. As matter of fact, you told me about twenty seconds ago.” 

“Well, it’s true.”

“You look quite handsome yourself.” 

“You know,” He got off his bed and walked towards you. “I think you're pretty in more than just the ‘you’re my beautiful best friend’ kind of way. I think you’re pretty in the ‘I have a crush on you and your beauty is so distracting but I love it’ kind of way.” You could see the nerves in the eyes and they were probably pretty close to the butterflies you felt in your stomach. 

“I think you’re pretty handsome in the ‘you’re so handsome that my dad noticed me staring at you’ kind of way,” you said, looking up from the spot you had been intensely staring at. 

“Do you wanna make it ‘you’re so pretty ‘cause you’re my girlfriend’ kind of way?” He placed his hand over yours. His face was impossibly close. If you leaned forward even the tiniest bit, you could kiss him. 

“Yeah.” It came out as a whisper. 

Peter grinned and leaned forward, pressing his soft lips against yours. 

“I think you’re really handsome in the ‘you’re my boyfriend’ kind of way.” 

“What makes you say that?” he asked MJ, his thumb rubbing circles into your hand under the table. 

“You guys are acting weird. You usually talk to each other more than this,” Mj said, accidentally brushing her orange off the table. “Shoot.” She leaned down to grab it and noticed your hands under the table. 

You leaned your head on Peter’s shoulder for a second. You had only been dating for three days but wow, you loved him. 

“You guys are holding hands,” MJ said, eyes squinted as she put the pieces together. “You guys are dating?” Her face lit up at the realization. 

“Hey guys,” Ned said as he approached the table. 

“Y/N and Peter are dating.”

“What? When did this happen? How did you not tell us?” 

“Relax, guys,” you said. “We just got together on Friday.”

“You still could’ve texted us,” Ned insisted. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell us!” 

The next person to notice was Nat. You had just come back from a mission and Peter seemed to be a little more clingy with you than usual. You had hurt your knee a little and Peter was all over you. 

He was like that every time you got hurt, no matter how small the injury was, but this time, he was a little more insistent that you let him take care of you. He eventually calmed down enough for you to fall asleep on him. 

“What’s up with him?” Tony mumbled as he walked past the two of you. You were on the couch, Peter’s head propped up by the armrest while you laid on top of him. 

“They’ve been super close for the past week,” Nat mumbled. “Peter was all over Y/N when we got back.” 

“Well she’s all over him now.” 

“I bet Parker finally made a move.” She turned to Tony with a smirk on her face. 

“Finally. I’ve been telling them for months to just go at it already. Peter was all like ‘I don’t think she likes me back’ and I was so tired of listening to it. I kept saying ‘just ask my daughter out already, yeesh’. He took forever to follow those orders. ” He looked at you for a second before turning around and heading up to his room for the night. 

Nat smiled as she grabbed a blanket and put it over you. “Finally.” 

Eventually people started figuring it out. If the constant affection wasn’t enough to tell them, Peter’s promposal was.

 He made a sign that said “My Spidey sense thinks you might want to go to Prom with me. Is it ever wrong?” 

“Why’d you make a sign, you idiot? Of course I’m gonna go with you,” you said between laughs. 

“I can’t just expect you to go with me, I have to ask you,” Peter insisted, dropping the sign as you came towards him to give him a hug. 

“I love you, ya goof,” you murmured, pressing you lips on his. 

“Love you too, pretty girl,” he said once you took a breath, leaning back in for another because he could simply never get enough. 

Your shyness was common knowledge just about everywhere. You didn’t talk to a lot of people, you avoided answering questions in class if you could, and you were the last person to volunteer to present. You also weren’t huge on giving affection. 

Sure, Peter had a hand on you every chance he could get. Whether it be your hand or the small of you back, he was always touching you in some way. He gave you forehead kisses every chance he got because he knew you loved them and he was always up for a hug. He was a big fan of PDA. You were not. Even with just a few people around, you were very reserved about how you interacted with him. 

That’s why he was surprised this morning. He was sitting in the kitchen, talking to Steve and Sam. He didn’t even notice your tired figure coming up behind him. 

You wrapped your arms around him and buried your face in his neck. He jumped slightly, caught off guard. He turned his head to look at you and press a kiss to the top of your head. 

“Mornin’, baby,” he mumbled into your hair with a smile. 

“You’re really warm.” You lifted your head to look at him. “I’m not even that cold but this feels really nice.” 

“You’re up early today,” he commented. It was seven. You usually weren’t up until eight. 

“I missed you.” 

“Once I finish breakfast we can go back to your room and cuddle, yeah?” 

“I’d like that.” 

It was moments like that he cherished most. 

[just-a-creep-babe]

Matchup!

Commissioned by the lovely @lesbianthespianqueen, thank you sm <3

~Requests are closed~

Masterlist: x

I match you with: Clockwork

Alright, so Nat’s definitely not one to hold her tongue

If she has something to say, she’ll say it, and whether or not it offends anyone, as far as she’s concerned, it’s not her prob ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

So usually, if someone else is as blunt & snarky as she is, chances are they’ll butt heads—a lot

Not necessarily in a serious/visceral way, but more of a frenemy kinda way

But for some reason, with you, it’s,,,, different

Like she’s less likely to be so defensive & snappy around you

Maybe it’s the punk look you’ve got going, or the fact that you seem pretty cool & you’ve got the vibe that you know what you’re doing

Or maybe it’s just how attractive she thinks you are & she’s lowkey intimidated by you sksjdjsls

Whatever it is, it has homegirl very easily developing a soft spot for you

The others, especially Jeff, notice that she acts differently around you and they tease the ever-loving hell out of her

She ends up kicking their ass every time though, cause there’s no way she’ll ever admit they’re right skdjdhsl

And when they tease her for it in front of you?

Whew boy, she gets BIG MAD ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )

But tbh, it’s kinda cute cause she’ll get all blushy & flustered before finally snapping & chasing/beating them tf up 😏

Which, honestly, ngl, she looks damn fine when she’s knocking a grown ass man killer to the ground like it’s nothing

And she totally lowkey tries to show off in front of you too when she does beat them down 👀

Homegirl just wants your attention a lil, can you really blame her? ;>

Also, another sign that makes it clear she likes you (besides holding back on the snark & getting flustered around you) is how protective she is of you

If anyone makes fun of you or upsets you, she does not hesitate to throw hands

She’s the embodiment of the fite me (ง'̀-'́)ง meme except she WILL fuck up her opponent lmaoo

You might not be the type to easily show when someone’s upset you, but she’ll pay real close attention to anyone that steps outta line

And if she thinks someone’s just a little too rude, she’ll be quick to shut them up one way or another

She doesn’t mind how blunt or smart-mouthed you tend to be tbh

She actually thinks it’s pretty refreshing *cough* kinda hot too *cough*

So it’s pretty clear that you’ve no need to hold back when you’re around her

Honestly, with the way she tends to stick by your side, y’all end up getting pretty close

She loves how extroverted you become when you get to know each other better—and she’s absolutely the same

Y’all end up egging each other on into doing some things you probably shouldn’t do

But hey, it makes for some real good memories 😌👌

Bit by bit, playful insults thrown every now & then eventually turn into lowkey accidental flirting

And your friendship turns into that sort of “I really like you but idk what we are and if this counts as real flirting & at this point I’m too afraid to ask” kinda deal

She typically acts like she’s cool & confident, but she’s actually pretty shy & inexperienced & flustered by affection as well

So a kind of mutual understanding ends up developing between the two of you where y’all both KNOW you like the other but REFUSE to do anything about it

The tension gets t h i c k

Someone eventually has to intervene because it becomes clear y’all won’t do it on your own smh

And it’s pretty difficult at first for the both of you to get over the intimacy hurdle

But once you both adjust, y’all make for a banging couple

*wink wink nudge nudge*

She would’ve showed you some fighting tips before y’all started dating, but she definitely helps you practice a lot more after you become an item

And honestly, pining you down while you‘re all out of breath & sweaty?

It kinda does things to her that she was NOT ready to admit before you were an item 😳😳

She’s much more comfortable doing that kind of thing when she knows the feelings are,, mutual 😏😉

In fact, she loves play fighting with you

Whether it’s playful/flirty insults or seeing who can pin the other down faster, she adores being stupid with you & not worrying about being judged & vice versa

She knows that you trust her & she trusts you just as much

Like she usually isn’t very good at letting people in, especially not after everything that’s happened to her, but she knows you’d never do anything to hurt her

She loves & appreciates you sm 🥺💗

No one in the mansion wants to mess with either of you

Y’all were kinda scary before, but you’re downright terrifying together

You aren’t really a power couple in conventional/traditional terms, but you’ve definitely got an intensity about the two of you—and y’all are intimidating af with it tbh 😰

Even BEN holds himself back from saying the wrong kinda stuff around you

Or, at least, he tries to

Also, like I’ve mentioned, Nat typically tries to look cool & uninterested, but she’s actually a total softie uwu

Knowing you like video games, she’ll set up cozy lil nooks in her room w fairy lights & ~plenty~ of pillows & blankets in front of the tv so you can cuddle up and have chill indoor dates

But she will deny it if you bring up how much of a sap she can be :”)

She isn’t one much for theatre, but she’ll develop an appreciation for it knowing it’s what you’re into

And any play she hears about will remind her of you so, she’ll get that warm feeling in her chest & it kinda ends up making her day tbh 🥰❤️

Finally, it’s kind of something she keeps secret from the others, but she actually loves book

She is a huge bookworm & will absolutely rave about horror novels with you 👏all👏the👏time👏

Honestly, y’all are just dang fucking cute together—

NSFW

Ngl, Clocky tends to be pretty dominant in the bedroom

She likes the control it grants her & how she can choose how to go about things

She also likes seeing her lil princess squirm beneath her while she teases the hell out of you c;

And it’s all the better when you get flustered & try to give her attitude—you just look so cute~

She’s not too kinky, but she’s not always vanilla, either

One of her favourite things to do is tie you up & see how much teasing you can handle before you start begging for her touch

She’d also love to drag a feather up and down your skin to watch the way it has you squirming at the ticklish sensation

Wax & temperature play are both also something she’d love to experiment with, if you’re comfortable with it, ofc

She’s pretty big on exploring different sensations, and it honestly gets pretty sensual

But unless she’s in the mood for something rougher, she typically enjoys some nice, slow vanilla sex

She wants to worship your form and murmur how soft & warm you are, lavishing you with praise & attention between gentle kisses

She will melt if you do the same to her

Typically, she enjoys being on top, like I mentioned, but if you flip things around and focus the attention on her, she’ll get super shy & embarrassed

It’s honestly so dang precious~

If you wanna take control more often & maybe even get a lil rougher with her, you’ll definitely need to talk things through beforehand

What with her past and all, y’all will prolly need a few safewords & some clearly established boundaries to make sure everything goes well & you don’t hurt her in some way

But she’ll let you take charge if you really wanna because she trusts you uwu

Still would rather have slow & sensual sex if you’re on top tho

She doesn’t exactly consider herself the most romantic person, but she’ll try the whole candle-lit thing just to show you how much she loves you & that she’s willing to put effort

Also, the first few times y’all sleep together, she knows affection can sometimes scare you, so she’ll be very patient & understanding throughout the whole thing

Truth be told, it kinda scares her a lil too

She’s used to non-committal sex, although, admittedly, even in that case, she acts like she sleeps around a lot more than she actually does

She’s got a rep to uphold and all

Point is, the soft-mushy stuff is pretty fresh territory

So it’ll take her some time to adjust to it too, but y’all can both learn together at your own pace

The aftercare is top quality too

Plenty of cuddles and soft reassurance, asking if you’re ok and if it was alright for you

She’s really just a softie :”)

Loves & trusts you with her whole heart <33

[anika-ann]

Errare Humanum Est - Pt.22

What Happens After 2 AM... Doesn’t Hate To Be a Disaster

Type: series, soulmate AU series  (part 1, part 2)  x Supernatural

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader    Word count: 4420

Summary: Celebrations are in order! And when it comes to the Avengers, it’s always ‘the more the merrier’.

Warnings: swearing, brief angst, nightmares, guilt trips, attempt at humour, fluff

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Tony took off, too eager to try and get in touch with his friend via intergalactical channel. You almost felt sorry for not witnessing it, but as the biggest excitement tuned down, everyone once more invested in their own business, you and Steve were the only ones left in the kitchen – and were approached by Natasha.

If you didn’t know better, you’d say the spy even looked shy in her supposedly casual stance.

“Hey, uhm… you guys mind if I ask someone to tag along?” she threw to the open as if it wasn’t a big deal. Her plan didn’t work, because you nearly fell off of the stool with how quickly you spun to her fully.

One corner of her lips twitched at your clumsiness, but then she casted her gaze down, only making your eyebrow rise.

“Oh?”

“It’s just… a friend.”

Riiight. She was so full of shit. A teasing smile slowly spread on your face and you exchanged a meaningful wordless conversation with Steve who had insisted on him cleaning up.

“A friend, you say?” you pried, unable to hide the suggestive tone – and not even trying. She shrugged it off, clearly downplaying it once again.

“For now. A little flirting here and there maybe…”

She fooled no one, but you were in too much of a light mood to torture her and actually call her out on the fact that unless she was thinking about getting serious, she wouldn’t have wanted to introduce the mystery person to the team.

“Good for you, Natasha,” you noted instead and you might have imagined it only, but her ‘casual stance’ eased for real. “As for me, I’m all for it. I might be glad to take some attention off me.”

“And vice versa,” she pointed out and it dawned to you just how sneaky her planning was. It shouldn’t surprise you – she was a spy after all and one brilliant woman to begin with.

“Smart. I’d love to meet them.”

“I’m sure he will be too. Thanks. Uhm… Steve?” she hummed in his direction, just to make sure he was alright with it too.

The man in question raised his hands as if he wanted to say it was not his decision to make – and sent a spray of tiny drops of water your general direction with that movement. You snorted at that unattractively.

“I think it’s safe to say it’s her party, so it’s her call,” he stated with a grin and dried his hands.

“Then I say yes, of course he can come, Nat-- I meant-“ not Nat. You wanted to bit your cheek at the silly slip, probably caused by hearing the name so often, but the redhead smirked.

“Nat’s fine. I’m still honoured, by the way. Naming yourself after me...”

“Would have done it again in a heartbeat,” you reassured her with a matching smirk, relieved. She winked at you and at Steve, spinning on her heels and walking away. It was the spur of the moment what you blurted out before she could leave. “And Nat? He’s a really lucky guy. I hope he knows that.”

“Thanks,” she threw over her shoulder almost carelessly, but once again, you knew better. Natasha Romanoff felt like any other human being, only she didn’t show it as often as you for instance.

You glanced at Steve as he circled the bar and you exchanged a brief smile with him. You simply couldn’t stop smiling today. You couldn’t say you minded.

Steve’s fingers found your face and hair, caressing softly and his lips brushed yours. It seemed he couldn’t stop touching you today. Once again, you couldn’t say you minded.

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You were purposely postponing the inevitable question of what was coming next; and Steve didn’t push you. It was as if the two of you had made a deal about working out worries and obstacles later, except you hadn’t.

Chances were that Steve was avoiding the topic, because there was so much to go over and you couldn’t quite blame him. Should you go public with your resurrection? Or was it safer and overall better to keep you hidden? Perhaps you should tell at least your family and friends? What about you having a job – you couldn’t exactly sit around all days long doing nothing. The paperwork if you officially came back. The scandal. Were you even allowed to tell anyone about such thing as coming back from the dead?

Oh yeah, you were very much happy that Steve was ignoring the obvious problems in making as expertly as you were.

So, you idled. You cuddled, you watched movies, stole kisses, you spied on him while he trained with his teammates (after you spent about twenty minutes on a treadmill and decided you had to either focus on running or on ogling Steve, choosing the latter, obviously) and momentarily was searching for recipe for the best cookies, because why the hell not bake when having the time on your hands.

Relaxing for the whole day, you did not expect the sudden burst of thunderclap and lightning that followed. You jumped in your seat nearly falling off of the bar stool for the second time that day and shot Steve, who was sitting on a couch with an actual cookbook, a puzzled look.

He sighed when Tony passed the room, a grin plastered on his face.

Right. Calling Thor. God of thunder. Apparently, it worked.

“Brother Anthony. Where is the fight?” the thunderous voice demanded from the hall, your chest vibrating with the decibels of it.

“There’s no fight,” Tony responded light-heartedly. “Party is in order.”

“A party?”

“Yep,” Tony hummed, clearly amused by the shock he had caused his friend.

“You’re… you’re doing well then?” the god lowered his voice a fraction, but still was loud enough for you to hear him clearly despite the pair not being in the room with you. “How is the Captain? I requested of Heimdall to watch over him, but Loki orchestrated an escape from his prison, so I was too preoccupied to visit sooner.”

Oh. Oh. Even Thor knew just how harsh life had been to Steve lately. Also, you forgot how strangely he spoke – orchestrated, who did ever say the word orchestrated in a casual converstion?

You spared a glance at the Steve, not surprised he didn’t meet your gaze, truly engrossed in the book all of sudden. His skin paled a little, besides his ears that turned an uncomfortable shade of red as if they were on fire.

You bit your lip and decided to say nothing. What was there to say, really? He had been mourning; you wouldn’t exactly expect to find out he had been playing the welcome committee during Thor’s last visit, whenever that had been.

“See for yourself, Point Break.”

You rolled your eyes at Tony’s dramatics, and watched the God of Thunder himself, the walking rock he was, basically tiptoe into the room, eyes instantly focused on Steve. You remained graciously unnoticed. It was almost as endearing as hilarious.

Steve lowered his book (laying it down without bothering to mark the page he had been ‘reading’, while avoiding your gaze really) and stood up, offering a short hug to the God, who was adorably perplexed at such behaviour.

“Hello, Thor. It’s good to see you,” Steve welcomed him warmly, lightly patting his friend on his back. Tony watched amusedly as the men retreated, one of them utterly confused, shooting him a not-so-subtle puzzled look.

“Brother Steven, you-- look well! I am pleased to see that you are feeling better…”

“Use that famous beyond-eyes eyes of yours, Thor,” Tony snorted in laughter, gesturing vaguely around his own face. “I imagine you’ll be surprised at what you’ll see.”

To your surprise, Thor actually examined Steve with an absent gaze, blinking after few seconds, understanding mixing with confusion on his face now.

“Oh… you are… bonded,” he let out in disbelief, quickly switching to warmer voice. And nope, he still hadn’t noticed you. The corner of your lips twitched. “I am happy for you, brother. I could sense your sorrow for your soulmate during my last visit here without taking as much as a glance at you. You deserve another soulmate, one that can make your heart equally happy. I hope you do not feel unfaithful for you love again – I believe you still carry your love for your past partner in your heart and her soul knows that even in afterlife.”

Steve smiled at him, sad tones in the otherwise wide smile. “More than you know, Thor. But thank you. Would you like to meet her? She’s why we are celebrating and why we invited you to join us.”

“Of course. I’d be honoured to meet your lady-“

“You can,” you made your presence known at last, causing the God to snap his head to you at instant. You offered a grin and a tiny wave. “Hey, Thor. Long time, no see.”

The poor Asgardian stared at you incredulously, his eyes wider than Steve’s and Tony’s smiles. Then he shook his head, joining all of you in the lifted spirits.

“…now I understand why Heimdall had that secretive smile on his face when I was leaving… my lady! I am delighted to see you alive!”

He crossed the room in swift strides, nearly making you back out with how fierce he looked at the moment. But he wouldn’t punch you, right?

Nope, he wouldn’t.

Instead, he pulled you into his strong arms, lifting you a foot above the ground, squeezing you in a bone-crushing hug that brushed your tender ribs. You were so surprised you didn’t even hiss in pain. He released you as quickly as he embraced you, greeting you with his typical kiss on the back of your hand. Was there a hint of red in his cheeks as if he was embarrassed at the open display of friendly affection that preceded his gentleman’s manners?

You shook off the thought quickly, dropping a little curtsy to entertain your company. You met Steve’s eyes behind Thor’s enormous shoulder and he squinted at you playfully as if he was warning you to stop what could be considered flirtation. You winked at him, earning a gape from him and a chuckle from Tony.

“But… how?” Thor’s voice brought your attention back to him and you saw nothing but wonder on his face. “I can see your spirit, it is still glowing magnificently, clear of dark forces that could have tried to bring you back to life despite the natural order. This must have happened differently… how?”

“It’s a long story, Thor. Can you stay?” you asked hopefully, pleased by the warmth in his eyes when he nodded.

“To celebrate your return, the reunion of soulmates with one of the strongest bonds I have ever had the chance to witness? ...with pleasure, my lady.”

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Asking Thor to join was a good plan. The Avengers had introduced some of the board games they knew to him, highly amused by his frustration during monopoly; to be fair, everyone but Tony was frustrated, so no one was mad when the game ended; with the billionaire’s victory, naturally. But it wasn’t just that; he also got Steve tipsy thanks to some special liquor that was meant for ‘no mere mortals’ and Steve with his cheeks red and a smile more relaxed than you had ever witnessed was a sight to behold.

Also, Thor wasn’t the only special guest. Sam had joined you; Natasha’s special friend. It was very much clear he was special and not only because of their body language. He proved to be worthy of being her man by surviving the grilling he was put through; you didn’t blame Natasha that she had chosen this occasion of all to introduce him, because naturally, there were enough distractions… like you coming back from dead… and such.

You came to like Sam immediately. He was another person to join your verbal combat with Clint and Tony, he was funny, but somehow knowing the limits of everyone despite barely meeting them and he was another person who was giving away the friendly vibe that was impossible not to love. He was an amazing match to Natasha, who was used to hiding her feelings, making her crawl from her tough shell. Match made in Heaven. He was a therapist, a former soldier and apparently their encounter was a story they wouldn’t share until they were completely trashed. You couldn’t wait.

The family-feels-filled party was officially ending at two a.m. You were dead on your feet by then, which resulted in Steve nearly carrying you to your common suite, earning a streak of ‘awww’ that registered even in your sleepy brain. You had no care in the world, curling in Steve’s embrace on the bed and falling asleep as soon as you felt his arms relax around you.

You didn’t quite count on the retelling your story about what preceded the re-encounter with your soulmate to cause your dreams going off rails; again. Snapping your eyes into the dark, your heart was hammering in your ribcage, the remnants of a nightmare slowly leaving your mind.  Sparing once glance at Steve’s fast asleep face, you carefully wiggled away and went to brush your teeth. Instantly recognizing you wouldn’t fall asleep any time soon, you decided to wander the Tower in your pyjama, a thin sweater over your shoulders.

Maybe a tea would make you good, calm your restless brain?

Heading for the kitchen and common area, you didn’t expect to find the light on; and you sure as hell didn’t expect Samuel Wilson being the person occupying it.

“Hey,” he greeted you in low voice and a tired smile on his own. “Can’t sleep?”

You couldn’t help the sigh that was drawn to your lips. “Nope. I didn’t want to wake up Steve, he could use a few hours extra, not less.”

“I bet,” the man hummed thoughtfully, motioning for you to sit in a kind offer. You shook your head and gestured towards the kettle.

“Tea?”

“Nah. Thanks.”

You went to make a cup for yourself only then, keeping the talk up. “What about you?”

“Nat’s in the shower. Woke me up.”

“Then what are you doing here?” you teased him with a chuckle and his face scrunched as if he tasted lemon and was not expecting the taste.

“Nightmares are kind of a moodkiller.”

“Ah,” escaped your lips intelligently as you sat beside him, placing the tea on the table. Honestly, you weren’t surprised at how brusque he was after the evening you spent together, but at the same time, you were – a little. You offered him a half smile. “She looks happy though. You do that.”

He smiled a tiny smile back, but his crinkling eyes said more than the curl of his lips. “I hope so, ‘cause I’m trying. Nat’s amazing. She could have anyone, but deserves the best. For some reason, the Universe seems to think it’s me.”

“Yeah, I know the feeling,“ you hummed, recalling the feeling way too clearly. Sam’s eyes bulged then, guilt and shock and only then you realized what he said. Oh. Oh.  The Universe. Natasha was Sam’s soulmate. Now you understood why they ended up not sharing their meet-cute yet. “Your secret is safe with me, just in case you wonder. And I can see the two of you being soulmates. I mean… at least you used to be a soldier, like her. And you still help people.”

You could feel his relief rolling off in waves. It was quite funny how afraid he was, probably having been promised death delivered by Black Widow if he shared. Then, his eyes turned curious, gentle brown wondering.

“You’re still self-conscious about your soulmate?”

“No!” you blurted out automatically, hesitating when his eyebrow rose, calling you out on your bullshit without words. You huffed. “Yes? I mean… no. It’s just-- sometimes… I guess it was just being confronted with it again when I met him for the second time… like, second time, the first time. It kinda hit me again. That our worlds are so different, mine’s so… plain and normal., while his… well.”

Getting it out felt good, but your admission sent the room into heavy silence, soaking through your skin, making you question whether you had told him too much. Why did you even say that? To Sam, of all people? You had just met him tonight!

You must have scared him off. Freaked him out. Now he was about to leave and tell on you and he would never talk to you-

“Did Natasha tell you what kind of therapy I do?” he asked kindly instead, causing you to release the breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

You shook your head, intrigued, happy to learn more about him and ignore the silly overshare slip you had managed.

“Soulmates,” he said simply, your heart stopping at the single word. What? … like… what exactly was he doing? Huh? “I deal with people who lost their soulmates. And I spent a good portion of time digging into relationships, soulmates-related or not… and I can tell you that sometimes when people are exactly the same, they are a disaster in making.”

Well. That was loop that returned to your case faster than expected. “What… uhm, what do you mean?”

“I mean that I’m not in the battlefield anymore, but maybe… I could be good for Nat. Grounding. Just like you can be good for Steve, be exactly what he needs,” he explained, his eyes locked with yours, not releasing you; yet, you didn’t feel trapped. Damn, he was good. “Do you feel that you two… work?”

You blinked at the sudden stupid question. “Of course I do.”

He grinned victoriously and you realized you just proved his point, so you chuckled self-depreciatingly.

“That’s because it’s not always about being the same in every aspect of your lives. It’s not about similarity – it’s about completion. About two people who simply fit. From what I saw so far, from what you told me, you two fit. That’s what’s important.”

Yeah, it seemed the Universe’s choices in soulmates were pretty swell; Sam was one of the kindest and most amiable people you had ever met and Natasha deserved nothing less.

But now, it wasn’t about Nat and Sam; no, Sam had spoken to you about this for your benefit. You smiled at him softly, reaching out and squeezing his hand for a short second. He returned the courtesy, letting your mouth speak your mind.

“Thank you. I… I think you two do as well. I guess it was just heavy dreams and everything that happened…” you shrugged, already feeling calmer. You couldn’t recall what particular dream was making you lose sleep tonight, but it left you with a strange feeling in your stomach that now seemed to resolve into nothing.

Sam shrugged, huffing with an undertone of bitterness that quickly disappeared.

“Well, we sit here at four a.m. Both of us. Every single person in this building has shit to deal with. You’ve been blown up – you came back from death, much like Steve did, in a way. He’s seen you die on top of that. Nat’s past is a case of its own and… and I saw my soulmate fall from the sky and for some reason I’m blessed with another… I’m just a firm believer in handling that kind of things together, that’s why I lead group sessions rather than individual ones.”

Your lips parted at his admission. He had lost his soulmate? For real? And he found the strength to deal and to help others? Yeah, Nat definitely deserved this guy. You just hoped neither of them would have to go through losing one another – in battlefield or anywhere else.

“Nat… is your second?” you pried carefully, only making certain.

Judging by how absent his gaze grow for few moments, she was.  

“Yeah.”

As if talking about her summoned her, she appeared in the door behind Sam’s back, observing silently and motioning for you not to babble out on her when you noticed her.

“Oh. Uhm… I’m sorry for your loss,” you whispered honestly and Sam smiled at you sadly, but undeniably grateful for such simple words.

“Thank you. I guess… the Universe does have a strange sense of humour. She came to me to help Steve, because she knew I lost my own and could relate and that’s how we found each other. It clicks in a weird way and I’m glad it seems to be working out so far.”

No way. Shit. Natasha had been… looking for a therapist for Steve? Just how bad Steve had been? The icy fist squeezing your heart gave you enough of an answer. Bad enough. You tried to silence the irrational guilt that gnawed at your stomach; it wasn’t exactly your fault, was it?

Curiosity was also knocking at your door, but you repressed it as well. As much as you’d like to ask whether Sam ended up having a session with Steve despite usually doing group ones, it felt wrong. Not to mention that Sam was a respectful and respecting man, who probably wouldn’t answer anyway.

“Yeah, it does,” you agreed with his musing instead, your own mind set off. “I thought it was rare to have two soulmarks and here we are.”

He snorted in an unattractive amusement. “Well, I have thought the same as you. And yet here we are. With you, coming back from the death as if two marks weren’t rare enough on their own.”

“That’s fair. But I suppose that… who else than people who spent smaller or larger part of their life saving the world deserves more than one chance at happiness?”

“True that,” he said with a light curl to his lips despite his eyes flickering behind you for a fraction of a second.

Letting your mind wander, you continued speaking, paying no mind you must bore him. “Or maybe it’s getting less rare. Maybe it’s part of something bigger, what we have yet to understand. Something… something might be changing. Cosmic…or maybe I’m just babbling. It’s just a feeling, something is in the air. A change.”

“That’s some heavy conversation to handle at four a.m,” a new voice spoke to the silence that had settled after your monologue and you whirled around, nearly jumping out of your skin.

“Steve!” you yelped, shocked and embarrassed. How much had he heard? Oh god…

Steve only shrugged and exchanged a look with Natasha, standing in the other doorway, which caused Sam to turn to his soulmate as well.

“Yeah, no shit,” Nat agreed, smirking.

“Hey, Nat,” Sam hummed, clearly less embarrassed at being eavesdropped on than you were.

“How about we cut this short and actually try to get some sleep?” she offered, carefree.

“Yeah, try,” you mimicked wryly with a sigh.

“We can try together,” Steve coaxed as he walked to you, running his hand through your hair tenderly. “Come with me, doll?”

How could a girl resist a sleepy supersoldier, when he combined his puppy eyes with being shirtless and inviting her back to his bed?

Couldn’t. The answer was: she couldn’t. You were a girl; hence you stood no chance.

“Sure,” you mumbled in a slight haze, before you managed to look back at your loyal listener. Sam had a smirk on his face, seeing what a goner you were for Steve, but his eyes were still kind.  ”Thank you, Sam. Must be that face of yours, making me verbally vomit my emotions.”

“Did you just compliment my face?” he asked, fake-shocked and turned to his own soulmate, scandalized. “Nat, watch out! She might wanna steal me.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t do that if I were her,” Natasha grinned at him and he chuckled, comeback prepared.

“And why is that?”

She rolled her eyes, but her smile turned fond and you felt like you were missing something. Ah, private joke perhaps?

Not that you cared much as Steve squeezed your shoulder lightly, his thumb slipping under the sweater you hadn’t bothered buttoning up, caressing your bare arm.

“You’re so corny,” the spy snickered.

Sam stuck out tongue in response, at which Nat placed a palm over her chest in theatrics. You chuckled and rose to your feet.

“Well, this looks like the right time to leave. Night, guys!”

“Please, as if you are about to sleep! You fool no one!” Sam called after you and you would swear you heard a slap after that, making you giggle.

Steve wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you to his side and pressing a kiss to your temple, his lips lingering in your hair then.

“I thought we agreed that we fit perfectly,” he hummed, only a trace of accusation in his warm timbre.

You sighed and curled up to him as close as it was possible while walking.

“We do. I… it really was just a strange dream, I guess, and this… whole thing. I saw it from a new perspective, you know? Basically an outsider who had no clue how soulmates worked at first. I went through the shock of you being my soulmate twice.”

“Ah, so you thought I was too handsome-“

You slapped his chest playfully as it instantly started shaking with hushed laughter, showing you he was only joking. You snuggled into his warmth, hoping your face didn’t quite had on display that yeah, he wasn’t that wrong. It was exactly that and like twenty other things about him and that was before you even met him. You didn’t expect him to ever understand that, not really, but Sam was right; you worked as a couple, or you liked to think so. Nothing else mattered.

Reaching your room, he released you from his embrace only to keep his hand on your shoulder to spin you, making you face him. You reluctantly raised your gaze, meeting his soft smile.

“I love you. You’re my everything and we are meant to be. Well, at least I believe that,” he mused, a fraction of doubt flashing in his eyes until you shook your head and planted a kiss right to his lips, feeling the smile widen. “If you’re not convinced… well. I’m making it my newest personal mission to prove it to you.”

Your eyebrow rose in challenge at his suggestive tone. “Are you, now?”

You couldn’t imagine saying no to that, but truth to be told, you were getting tired again; after spilling the beans to Sam, sharing your worries and getting them out of your chest, you felt like you would be able to actually fall asleep again.

“Yeah, doll. And I think I’ll start right in the morning after we get some sleep.”

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Epilogue

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Thank you for reading! (Potentially for leaving likes and reblogging)

There’s an epilogue left (full chapter-length), but you know me – I’m considering a short bonus chapter that I’m not sure will fit into the timeline – just something for fun, I guess. We’ll see.

[angstysebfan]

My Roommate’s Boyfriend 1/?

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Your roommate’s boyfriend and you do not get along. You don’t even know why anymore. When your roommate has to move unexpectedly across the country, you both begrudgingly drive her car to her new home. Adventure, angst, and secrets come alive.

Friday night was always movie night in your apartment. This one was extra special, because your roommate Natasha was moving the next day across the country, and this will be your last one. You were hoping it would just be you girls, but of course Natasha’s douchebag boyfriend Bucky had to be there too. 

You sit on the love seat, while the “lovely” couple cuddles on the couch. You can’t help but look over occasionally and see Bucky give Nat kisses every few minutes. You actually feel bad for the guy, since they agreed to end their relationship, but then you remember you hate his guts.

You and Nat met 5 years ago, when you rented a room in this apartment from her. She was a little intimidating at first, but loyal to a fault. You knew that she would always be in your corner, and you both became best friends. Around a year ago, Nat met Bucky Barnes. You were both at the bar and saw him sitting with a group of friends. You would be lying if you said he didn’t catch your eye also, but you saw him looking at Nat.

By the end of the night, Nat was going home with him, shooting you a wink as they walked out the door. You were slightly jealous, but didn’t hold any ill-will against her. After a few weeks of dating, Nat invited Bucky over to your apartment to meet you and have a movie night. You smile sincerely and extended your hand to shake his, but he blew you off. You were somewhat confused, but figured maybe he was shy around new people.

His attitude towards you never got better, no matter how many times he came over to your home, and no matter how many times you hung out with a group. He always sneered at you, or made small insults directed at you. At first it bothered you. You never had this reaction from someone before, but after awhile you started fighting back. You were tired of his bullshit!

Thus began your year long loathing relationship. You tried to ignore him whenever you could, but he knew how to press your buttons, and you would then snap. Nat begged you both to get along, but no matter what, nothing good ever came out of you and Bucky being in the same room. You decided to call a truce for tonight since it was Nat’s last night.

When the movie ended, Nat and Bucky started heading to their room. You knew you would be sleeping with headphones on to block out the noise coming from her room. Before entering the room Nat walked over and gave you a big hug.

“I’m leaving early, so I will say goodbye now.” She said, sniffing back her tears. You felt the tears coming to your eyes and you hug her back. “I will see you next week, when I bring you your car.” You say softly. Suddenly, you heard a throat clearing.

“Uh, what?” Bucky said, walking over to the two of you. “Babe, I thought I was bringing your car next week.” He said, looking at Nat with pleading eyes. Nat looked between the two of you and sighed. “Look, you’re my best friend, you’re my boyfriend. I want you both to come next week and say a proper goodbye. So you will both have to suck up sitting in a car together for a few days. Got it?” Nat said with authority.

You gaped at Nat and then looked at Bucky. He looked pissed, but was wise enough to keep his mouth shut. Suddenly a smirk appeared on his face. “I bet I could get you to reconsider.” He said seductively. Your stomach flipped hearing his voice like that, but you stayed as emotionless as possible. Nat however pursed her lips at Bucky.

“Listen, Bucky. I don’t know why you don’t like Y/N, but she is my best friend. If you care about me, at all, you will suck up your pride and attitude, and take this drive with her. Please?” she asks, almost whining. Bucky rolls his eyes and looks at you. “Fine, but you better not do anything to piss me off or I will leave you on the side of the road.” he says to you.

Now you roll your eyes. “Whatever Barnes. Just meet me here at 5 am on Thursday and we will head out.” you say. He nods, then picks up Nat and carries her into her room. Nat lets out a squeal and laughs the whole way into the room. Once the door closes, you quickly go into your room in search of your headphones. It doesn’t take long before you hear the moans coming through the walls. 

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The next morning, you wake up and look at the clock. 4:45 am. You knew Nat was still here, so you quickly jump up to say a proper goodbye. When you walk out of your room, you see Bucky carrying her suitcases out into the living room. You ignore him and walk into Nat’s room. She is surprised to see you, but puts on a brave smile. 

“If you feel like you forgot anything, let me know and I will make sure to bring it next week, okay,” you say. She nods and pulls you into tight hug. Tears immediately fall from your face as you again say goodbye to the woman who became your best friend. You walk hand in hand out into the living room, where Bucky is waiting.

“Cab is downstairs babe.” he says quietly. You can tell he is holding back emotions as well. You give Nat another quick hug and send her on her way. You run to the window to watch her depart. You see Bucky place the suitcases into the trunk, then pull Nat into a hug. They kiss passionately for what feels like forever. As Nat gets into the cab, you see Bucky wiping tears from his eyes. The cab pulls away with your best friend. Bucky just stands there, with his hands in his pockets. He walks back into your building.

You sit on the the couch, crying softly, missing Nat already. Bucky comes back in and looks at you. “I’ll get out of your apartment in a few, just want to grab some more of my stuff.” He says. You nod, “Take your time, I know this is hard.” He scoffs, “Yeah, like you know how hard it is to see the love of your life leave you behind. I’ve never even seen you date.” he says as he walks back into Nat’s room.

You gape at the open doorway of Nat’s room. What the hell was that? You were being nice! You growl as you stand up, walking to the door. “Ya know Bucky, I don’t know why you hate me, when I have only ever tried to be nice to you. But after next week, you never have to see my face again, okay. I’m sure you are very happy to know that. Can we just try and be civil for another week, please?” You say.

Bucky looks at you, and you think you see shame on his face. “Yeah, whatever. I’ll see you Thursday, 5 am. Be ready.” He says. They he grabs the box on the bed and walks out of the room and out of the apartment. It’s the first time you are actually alone in your apartment. you go back into your room, lay on your bed and cry. 

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The week flew by, and before you knew it, it was the night before you were leaving. You hadn’t seen nor heard from Bucky since Nat left, so you decided to text him to make sure he remembered you were leaving.

Hey Bucky, it’s Y/N. Just wanted to confirm we are leaving tomorrow at 5.

How the hell did you get my number? And yeah, I know we are leaving tomorrow at 5, I’m not stupid.

You can’t help but roll your eyes at his rudeness. 

Nat gave me your number awhile ago, in case i couldn’t get in touch with her for some reason when you guys were out together. And I never said you were stupid. i just haven’t heard from you and I wanted to confirm. Get the stick out of your damn ass!

Well after this trip, delete this number. I’ll be there at 4:45.

Looking forward to it.

You want to throw your phone out the window. You hated Bucky Barnes with a fiery passion! What you hated more was the fact that you know how much you don’t actually hate him. You hate how mean he is to you, but you can’t bring yourself to hate him. This road trip is going be interesting.

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Loki's Witchlings

TITLE: Loki’s Witchlings (Loki and the Witchling part 2)

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 29/?

AUTHOR: nekoamamori

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you’re a healer working with the Avengers when Loki comes to join the team

RATING: T (so far) 

NOTES/WARNINGS: This is a direct sequel to Loki and the Witchling.  Also on AO3 click here

“Stop being so puke-inducingly adorable,” Stark grumbled at you, which made the littles giggle at the word ‘puke’.  They’d learned quite a lot of vocabulary even if they didn’t really talk yet.  They were too damn smart for their own good.  You blamed Loki for that trait.  Stark looked at Vali in his arms more closely.  “Is there a reason that she looks like a toddler and you look like you did the day you found out your were pregnant?” He asked with absolutely no tact.  You couldn’t exactly say you had expected otherwise from him.  

You huffed and rolled your eyes.  It took a restraining hand on Loki’s arm to keep him from stabbing Tony for his rude question.  It was just Tony being Tony after all. He didn’t mean to be rude.  “They look like toddlers because they’re half frost giant,” you explained to Stark as if he were stupid, which would be impossible since he was a genius.  “They grew faster than normal children in the womb, which is part of why I died in childbirth.” You’d already explained how you’d died and come back with wings.  You also didn’t need to explain to them that Loki was a frost giant.  They already knew that. 

Tony nodded his understanding, once you’d pointed out the obvious, it made sense to him.  “And the rest?” He wouldn’t restate his question and risk getting stabbed by Loki.  

You rolled your eyes again.  “I’m a princess of Asgard, which entitles me to the very best medical care.  That includes spells to remove all of the extra pregnancy weight and return my body to the size it was before I was pregnant,”

Nat whistled in appreciation.  “Magic sure is useful,” she said in awe.  She knew you, Loki, and Wanda could do some amazing things, but no one had thought of the post pregnancy spells.  

You grinned at her “That it is,” you agreed brightly, glad to be back to normal, as you’d been huge and had to waddle.  “So what’s been going on with you guys?” You asked as Narvi was finally passed back to you.  He clutched at you, so you knew the poor thing was overwhelmed.  He was so shy, reminding you of Loki at his worst. You really shouldn’t have expected any different from Loki’s son.  He was a mama’s boy and shy around strangers.  He was nearly a carbon copy of your husband, including in looks.  You held him close in your lap and stroked his hair soothingly.  /It’s alright, darling.  You’re safe.  Mama’s here/

He snuggled close and purred.  You loved your Jotun children for their ability to purr. It was so easy to tell when they were happy because they purred.  You double-checked the illusions on him while you held him, not wanting the control over his Asgardian form to diminish.  The Avengers would understand, but you didn’t want Narvi to get upset.  

The team caught you up on recent missions, what Hydra had been up to, the team’s personal lives, everything of importance.  At least you thought you’d gotten everything, from Wanda’s schooling reports and boring mission reports, until Tony dropped a bombshell.  “And Pepper’s pregnant,” he said with a smirk that said he’d been holding onto that piece of information until just the right time.

Your eyes widened and you felt your mouth drop open in shock.  You never thought Tony would be one to have a kid, no matter how promiscuous he’d been in the past.  It took a couple of tries to get your brain and mouth to work together.  “Congratulations,” you told him warmly.  It really was incredible and not really that surprising since the pair were married.  You were still too used to how long it usually took Asgardians to get pregnant that you forgot it was usually easier for Midgardians.  Usually.

“I am sure Lady Pepper will make an excellent mother,” Loki finally replied.  He still couldn’t compliment Stark, but he would always hold a fondness for Pepper.  She was polite and courteous, even when Loki had first moved into the tower.  

/Mama?/ Narvi asked, tugging on your shirt.

You turned your attention to your darling.  /Yes, baby?/ you asked him gently, giving him a loving smile.  You always doted on your Narvi, no matter what he wanted or needed.  He didn’t form an actual question in words, but his thoughts were clear enough, he wanted to know what Stark had meant.  /Uncle Tony’s wife is going to have a baby/ you explained to him.

He lit up in delight. /Baby!/ that was something he could understand and liked the idea of more babies around.  

You laughed and cuddled him close.  /Yes, little love, a baby/ you agreed.

Vali was tired of being cuddled by Nat and teleported back to Loki.  You really would have to do something about them teleporting wherever they wanted to be at some point. 

“I’m glad you guys are back,” Steve said.  You and Loki both looked over at him with raised eyebrows.  Neither of you were used to Steve being glad that Loki was around.  He didn’t mind the god, but he never went out of his way to be pleased Loki was there either.  He liked you, of course, as the healer was useful and you’d just been a kid when they’d brought you here.  

“Is something going on?” You asked him, surprised.

He nodded and Bucky did too.  “We found out that Hydra has Loki’s scepter,” Steve explained.

Loki stiffened beside you, memories and pain flashing across his eyes.  He’d been tortured and then mind controlled by that scepter before he was sent to Midgard to get the Tesseract.  The memories were still hard on him, years later.  You didn’t blamed him or fault him for it.  You reached for his hand and squeezed it reassuringly 

Bucky looked sheepish and blushed.  “I saw it there, while I was with Hydra,” that hadn’t been Bucky’s fault.  He’d been mind controlled and mind wiped so often that he wasn’t anywhere near in control of his actions.  “And that’s what they used to give Wanda her magic.  You two healed my mind, but it’s still taken time for all of my memories to come back in a way.” That made sense.  Even the best mind healing took time and Bucky’s mind had been in shreds when you’d first started working on it.  “I only just remembered…” That was the part that upset him.

Loki inclined his head, trying to get ahold of himself.  “I understand.  Your mind is healing slowly, but that is to be expected after what you went through,”  he said reasonably.  Only you were close enough to him to notice the slightly too polite edge to his words, the court mask and expression betraying to you how unnerved his was by the return of the scepter.

He’d told you more about it, so you knew why he was so disturbed.  “It has one of the infinity stones in it,” you said softly.

Loki nodded and Thor’s eyes widened.  “An infinity stone?  You’re sure?” He asked Loki.

Loki rolled his eyes.  “Yes, you oaf.  I was tortured with the damn thing, I would know,” he growled softly.  He didn’t like being questioned by Thor, especially not on something like this.  

Thor’s expression fell at the reminder.  “My apologies,” he said softly and politely, which told Loki that he truly meant it.  “Which stone is it?” He asked.

“The mind stone,” Loki said softly, picking at his hands before he cuddled Vali closer, as if to protect her from the memories that plagued him.  

“We need to get it out of Hydra’s hands and somewhere safe,” you interjected, drawing the attention back to the real topic at hand.  

Cap nodded and you saw the shift in him from Steve to Captain America.  It was a slight difference, but something you all picked up doing, switching from your normal everyday selves to superheroes.  “Which is why I’m glad you guys are back,” 

Yes, having the Asgardians here would definitely help you all get the stone back from Hydra.

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Petal Light - 4/7

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Petal) Summary: Hydra has taken over, there is surveillance everywhere and you need to stay covered or inside as much as possible. The Avengers slowly begin to form a resistance with civilians to start taking down Hydra bit by bit. Who thought your mind would be occupied with a little light that runs all around the compound? Warnings: Fun, mission, abandoned child A/N: This is not beta read, but I hope you’ll enjoy it anyway!

He’d been up twice that night, cause the little girl needed to either pee or had a nightmare. “Where is my mommy?” She looked up at him with big sad eyes. “When did you see her the last time?” He asked back with a soothing motion through her hair. “Mommy went to get daddy,” she answered. “Where was your daddy?” He asked back carefully. “Daddy is a policeman.” She smiled at the giant man. “And when did mommy go to get daddy?” He asked a little concerned. She showed a four with her hands, “Mommy told me to wait with soooo much food.” “We’ll look for your mommy, promise. She probably just wanted daddy to be safe.” He faked a smile. “Is mommy coming back?” She frowned. “I don’t know, little bug. Maybe if you give me your last name I can look for them?” He asked as soft as possible. Her frown deepened before she made a writing motion and he almost ran to get a pen and paper. She slowly wrote out her full name, “Eva Greenford.” “That’s a pretty name, Eva.” He smiled before picking her up for breakfast. “Good Morning to the two cuddle buddies.” You grinned as they walked in and got a double of tired faces back. “Can we run a database check on Eva Greenford. She says her dad is a police officer.” He didn’t need to say more in her presence for the rest to understand. “Of course, we need to check on your dad and mom Eva.” You smiled at her and started putting a pancake for her onto a plate before asking her what she wants on it. “You wanna play with Rhodey while James needs to work, Eva?” You asked motherly. “Yeah.” she smiled up at you all jiggly. “You’re really the sweetest, aren’t you?” Wanda grinned across the table at the child.

“What do we have on Eva Greenford, Friday?” You asked standing in the lab with Bucky. “Mother, worked on an air force base for 5 years, part-time nurse after that. Father, a police officer in a very Hydra infested squad of a special police force in Manhattan, New York. Eva is ahead of her age based on the data I’ve been able to collect on her. She is great at picking up emotional cues and while her speaking patterns are very much her age, she seems to be great at analyzing things.” “Manhattan,” you mumble, “we’ll be there in a few weeks if everything works out fine but why do I get the feeling she won’t see her parents again?” “Let’s not think about that. We have some people to talk to and train.” He looked down at you and nudged his head towards the door to the big hall that the first saved people were sleeping. “Resistance?” You called out and the people looked up and came together. “I know the testing was very extensive but we really didn’t want anyone inside of here that might endanger you more. If you find anyone acting suspicious, please tell us, we’ll look into it. Since we are just a small group, things might go slow in the beginning when it comes to training, but know that you will be the first people to also train newcomers and help this resistance grow. This is going to be a Legion of Revolution. We’re going to start teaching you hand-to-hand combat, medical basics knowledge and then shooting. The ones here that had military training are welcomed to assist in that, we could use any help we get while we’re already out there getting more people together and broadening the area we occupy. Are you all in?” You looked around, one girl putting up a hand. “Yeah?” “What if we have feedback?” “We’ll create a way all of those messages can be filtered with Friday. Friday? Say hi.” You grinned. “Hello, I’m Friday.” Came from above. “Are you in?” You smiled around and got a lot of nods and affirmative answers back. “We still have to work on a little war cry.” You chuckled. “If you don’t mind being trained by a man. Bucky will teach any of you that want to hand-to-hand combat and how to disarm someone. If you’re more comfortable with a woman we will have Agent 13 coming in tomorrow. Anyone that has medical or psychology background should also alert Friday to that since we could definitely use your help in teaching people about it. Once you’re all good enough at the basics you’ll learn shooting, then you’ll go on smaller missions with us. Sound good?” You dipped your head. “Yes, Miss America.” A man called out and the rest followed. “God, weird nickname to have.” You chuckled before you let Bucky step forward. Steve, Nat, you and two agents went for another mission to collect drones, ending up with 8 new drones for Tony to tear apart. “If we continue like this we’ll have all the surrounding cities for ourselves soon.” Steve smiled. “That means we split up and I can guess who gets put into my team. The two idiots.” You rolled your eyes. “Hey, you’re the only one that knows how to make them shut up and feel guilty.” Nat chuckled and nudged you with her elbow. “Yeah, but they are annoying as hell,” you grumbled. “You’ll survive it.” Steve grinned.

In the evening you were on Eva duty, while some agents were sent out to check for the concentration camp rumor in the shadow of the night. “What’s your favorite food, Eva?” You asked her while she sat on the rug with a children’s puzzle. “I like pasta and I like pantakes and I like pizza.” She grinned up before concentrating on her little puzzle again. She was very independent for her age in your opinion. “How’s my girl doing?” You heard Bucky’s voice behind you and saw her get up and run towards him to get picked up. “I’m doing puzzle with Petal.” She stared into his eyes and grabbed his shirt. “Show me what you got there, little bug.” He grinned and you melted a little at the scene in front of you. Bucky sat down on the rug with her and started helping her a little with getting some of the more complicated pieces right. “You two should do puzzles professionally.” You looked over to them and Bucky sent you a little smile. “Jamie?” The girl looked up at him and gestured him to come closer to whisper into his ear. “Petal is pwetty. Will I be like Petal when I’m big?” She mumbled and made big eyes at him afterward. Now he sent you a shy, almost apologizing little lopsided smile, before looking back down. “Yeah, she’s gorgeous. You’re already a strong girl. I have no doubt that you’ll be like her when you’re older.” He smiled at her with adoration. “Do you like her?” She got back at him and caught both of you off guard. “Yeah, of course, I do. She’s my friend.” He raised a brow. “No, like mommy loves daddy.” She was serious and you hated how smug she was about this with her three years. “Uh, I don’t know.” He shrugged. “If mommy doesn’t come back-” Her lips started to tremble and he was instantly alert. She could sense that something wasn’t right with her parents. While she acted like a normal 3-4 year old that’s a bit ahead, she was getting way more things on an internal level than a normal child her age. “I want you to be my new mommy and daddy.” She grabbed into his jumper and you both heard her sniffling. “Baby, as long as we don’t know where your mommy and daddy are they might still come back.” He cooed. “Mommy said she might not come back,” she said upset and you both looked at each other. “Did mommy say anything about bad guys or Hydra?” You sat down in front of Bucky now and stroked her back. She looked up towards you and nodded with red eyes. “Oh, bunny.” is all you could say, feeling pain and hatred mixing inside of your veins. “We’re gonna protect you, little bug,” he murmured into her hair before planting kisses into it.

So the girl sensed what happened to her parents immediately. Instinctively looking for the two people making her feel the safest. Bucky and you. Hard case, soft center. Not that Steve or Nat weren’t the same, but they weren’t her type of trustworthy figures it seemed. A dysfunctional family was better than none and she really needed the support system now.

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Natasha being secretly nervous about interacting with little!Pietro for the first time. She means well, though, and Pietro invites her to play with him and his stuffies. Clint finds them sometime later and watches from the doorway for a bit until Pietro catches him and gets him to join them.

I'm so fkn soft for all these little!Pietro asks...

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Ever since Natasha had talked Pietro down from his tantrum, Clint had noticed them spending more time together. He appreciated that there was someone who could match the speedster's energy and sass, who could lend a hand when he felt too worn-out to keep up. Pietro had taken to Natasha surprisingly easily and trusted her almost as much as he trusted Clint and Wanda. There was something quite charming about it. 

 

Natasha took it in stride. She seemed quite happy anyway whenever she got to interact with Pietro, and always talked to Clint afterwards. Their conversations just further reminded him of the affections he held for her before, of how genuine and compassionate she could be about things she truly cared for. And it seemed that she really did care about Pietro.

 

It was cute to Clint how nervous Natasha was about it all. She wanted to make sure she was doing the right things with Pietro, making him happy no matter what headspace he was in. But she did have a particular interest in his littlespace. Clint took note of that, though he wasn't sure how to feel about it yet. Even with Nat, who he trusted with his life, he couldn't shake the decades of suspicion that came with being a spy.

 

Clint tried to always be around when Pietro felt little and wanted to play with Natasha. He was definitely coming out of his shell with her and after playing cars after his tantrum, he wanted to try out every toy with her.

 

One day, Pietro was still asleep when Clint decided to go to the gym. He pressed a gentle kiss to his boyfriend's head before sliding out of bed to get ready. After leaving a note on his pillow do Pietro wouldn't be confused, he headed downstairs to start his workout. 

 

With enhanced earbuds in, Clint could pass hours upon hours working out while he listened to music. He would get lost in it and only pause to take sips of water or switch to a new routine. Time didn't even exist when he really got into a groove, and he felt wonderfully tired by the time he finally stopped. 

 

Sitting down to unwrap his hands, Clint checked the clock and noticed that nearly five hours had passed. He only really intended to spend a max of three hours since he didn't like leaving Pietro alone just after waking up, but he was never very good at keeping track of time. So he used the gym showers to get the worst of his sweat washed away, scrubbing himself down quickly and efficiently.

 

Clint's hair was still damp and sticking up when he returned to his apartment. He set his bag down then froze when he heard voices down the hallway. Reaching for one of the knives he kept in his gym bag (just in case of emergencies, of course), he started creeping down the hallway.

 

The voices were coming from Pietro's playroom, which made his heart leap. Since he didn't put his hearing aids back in after the gym, he could only hear the faint rumble of speaking and couldn't make out any of the words. The door was open so he peeked in, and immediately relaxed.

 

Natasha and Pietro were sitting on the floor together with a pile of stuffed animals around them. Pietro's favorite hedgehog was on his lap and Nat had a fluffy bunny on hers. The other stuffed animals were set up very particularly and Clint couldn't help his smile as he realized what they were saying to each other.

 

"Bunny likes ice cream, but doesn't like snow. She likes grass, but not bugs," Pietro was explaining. He seemed to be introducing each stuffed animal one by one to Natasha.

 

That was a huge sign of trust. Clint's chest warmed as he watched and listened, Pietro happy to ramble about each plush toy that Natasha held. Sometimes she asked him questions about them just to prompt his curiosity, and her voice was always soft and encouraging. She had her own smile and seemed so relaxed. Apparently she trusted Pietro too.

 

"Papa!"

 

Clint grunted and stumbled back a few steps when he was suddenly slammed into and held in a tight hug. Pietro was clinging to him tightly as he grinned at him, eyes sparkling with happiness.

 

"Hey, little prince. You having fun with Nat?" Clint ruffled Pietro's hair, making him huff and try to fix it.

 

"Yeah, she's really nice. Come play with us!" Pietro's voice was high and eager, showing how safe he felt to allow himself a deeper regression.

 

In the playroom, Clint sat down and held a random stuffed animal on his lap too. It was a red fox with a big fluffy tail, one of Pietro's favorites. Without any prompting, Pietro went right back to his introductions. Clint and Natasha smiled at each other and there was a warmth in their gazes that hadn't been present for years.

 

Pietro worked through his whole plush toy collection before flopping over to lay across Clint's lap with his hedgehog still clutched close. Clint chuckled and gently rubbed Pietro's side as he leaned down to press another kiss to his head.

 

"Can Nat stay for dinner? Wanna keep playing," Pietro asked with such a sweet voice.

 

Clint glanced over to Nat with his eyebrow raised. He would allow it, if she wanted to stay.

 

"Sure, Tro. I'd love to keep playing," she answered with a gentle smile.

 

Pietro grinned and rolled off Clint's lap to cuddle up with her instead. He held up his hedgehog and pressed it to her cheek like a kiss before giggling. She laughed too and gave the toy a kiss in return, which made Pietro's eyes go wide as he blushed. He was always soft for affection when he felt little, and seeing someone be affectionate to his toys affected him quite strongly. 

 

"You're so nice," Pietro said softly, sounding a little shy. "Should stay."

 

Clint and Natasha looked at each other again, aware of the possibility hanging in the air. They would have to talk about it and definitely mention it to Pietro once he was feeling big again. But maybe, just maybe, they could make something work out.

 

Maybe they could all be together, and Pietro could have even more love.

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Also added to ao3 under Collection of Cuties!

[darylandbethfanforever9]

Downfall Of Us All: Chapter 5

Downfall Of Us All

Chapter 5

Warnings: Mentions of grieving, brainwashing and nothing too graphic.

AN: Credit goes to @jtargaryen18​, for helping me write this story and encouraging me to branch out into writing dark avenger stories. She is the best.

"She'll be with Clint Barton, another member of our team. Hawkeye."

Sophie didn't recognize the man's name but Hawkeye she did know. The archer and spy who so often worked with Black Widow. "He's one whose children…" Sophie knew she really wasn't in the position to make demands. "Is he… a good guy?"

Nodding, Bucky lightly squeezed her hands in his flesh one, trying to be encouraging. "He's a good guy. Steve and I trust him with our lives. So, does Natasha."

Sophie shook her head. "I'm not trying to make it sound like that means nothing to me, but I don't really know any of you. She's the only family I've got." "You'll get to know us," he explained quietly. "You'll be part of our family. But you know Peter and like him." "Sorry," Sophie said, pulling her hand back and rising to pace in front of him. "What does all this mean? Do we become Avengers? What happens to our shop? Can we keep it? Do we lose it? Can we still live in our apartment? What about our cats?" She stopped, noticing that Bucky was just watching her. The emotions coming off him were sympathetic, kind. It was unexpected given who he was. Who he used to be anyway. "Did you sign up for this? Or were you… I mean…" She didn't know how to frame that question. "Left with no choice?" he finished for her. "Yeah, well, it depends on who you ask." "What do you mean?" Sophie wrung her hands as she stood before him. Bucky leaned forward, taking her hands in his to steady her. His dark blue eyes gazed up into hers. "Do you know any of my story?" Sophie nodded. She thought she knew a lot of it anyway. "I had been a brainwashed assassin for HYDRA for decades when Steve and Nat brought HYDRA down and exposed their infiltration into S.H.I.E.L.D. During all of that, he also managed to set me free," Bucky explained, willing her to listen and consider his words. "For the next couple of years, I was a fugitive, and that's not an easy life. I spent most of my time dodging Steve, trying to piece my life back together. When I was framed by Zemo for the bombing that killed the king of Wakanda, I didn't have any choice but to go with Steve. And he damned near tore the team apart. For me." Sophie's heart went out to him. She hadn't been through a thumbnail of what he had. "Somehow Steve and Tony were able to talk and work it out, to bring everyone back together to fight Thanos. Part of those negotiations was that I'd become an Avenger and I'd use my… abilities for good. So, would it have been my choice to be here?" He didn't answer the question, leaving her to draw her own conclusion. It wasn't that difficult.

"No, you didn't choose to be here. You wanted to be left alone in peace, didn't you?" She asked quietly, Bucky nodded silently and sighed quietly. "I was happy in Wakanda, I lived in a rural village and protected the villagers and their wildlife. The children call me the White Wolf, I prefer it to the Winter Soldier." He said finally, and Sophie understood what he had told her. Bucky hadn't had a choice in the negotiations, and he genuinely didn't want her and Grace to be hurt, or imprisoned. "I'm sorry, Bucky." Sophie said sadly, she was genuinely sorry that he had suffered all these hardships and swallowed. "Before I agree to this decision, what will happen to our apartment? Our shop, and pets?" She asked worriedly, genuinely worried. Their new landlord wasn't a pleasant man and was constantly raising the rent. They'd barely been able to pay this month's rent, and she dreaded next month's rent. "You'll be able to keep the shop, but I don't know about the apartment. Tony might know about that, but you can keep your pets." Bucky said comfortingly, Sophie felt slightly relived at hearing this. "Thank you, Bucky. I agree to joining the Avengers, but can me and Grace at least get our possessions?" She asked quietly, Bucky nodded and guided her out of the room. She was grateful and smiled at seeing Reg and Paul charging towards her. The two black cats raced over, meowing softly and Sophie cuddled them both lovingly in her arms. Reg sniffed at Bucky's metal arm and swatted at it. "He's a sweet cat, very curious." He said amused, as they saw Grace's cats charge out of their pet carriers, and into the living room.

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Clint had gone to get Grace, so she could be told the decision and see Sophie, when she raced to the pet carrier and saw he saw Lucky sniffing at the pet carrier. Grace stroked him, and the golden Labrador happily licked her as she opened the door. Cats ran out, including a fat, tabby and ginger cat with a massive stomach. "Hello, Custard." Grace said softly, crouching down and one of the cats had decided to play with Clint's shoelaces. He stroked the tabby cat, and he purred. He noticed that one of the cats was slightly wearier, and only went near Grace. It was a big fluffy black and white cat, allowing Grace to pick him up gently. "Clint, this is Tom. He's a bit shy of new people, but he loves this," Grace said softly, and made a little ball out of spider webbing for the cat to play with. Tom pulled at it, and happily chased it as the tuxedo cat followed after him curiously. Lucky was being snuggled, by a fluffy black and white cat. "Did you rescue all of these cats?" Clint asked impressed, a black cat with slightly bendy back legs prowled over with a purr. "Some of them are strays, Patch and Tom are strays along with Salem." Grace explained softly and swallowed. "What will happen to me and Sophie? Are we being imprisoned, or sent back home?" Grace asked wearily, holding Tom close. Clint looked at her properly.

"No, you're going to be Avengers." That got her attention. "What?" "Yeah, you'll be joining us here, Grace. Bucky's been assigned to Sophie and I've been assigned to you. You'll be trained as Avengers, go out with us on missions," he explained. "But you can keep these guys and your shop. It could have been worse." "Can we see each other?" Grace asked even as her head was spinning trying to take in everything. Be trained as Avengers? Her and Sophie? Well, Sophie would be just fine. Clumsy as Grace considered herself to be, she'd be killed early on. It was almost a sure thing. "Will Sophie be okay with him?" Grace didn't mean for her tone to sound as worried as it did. Clint nodded his understanding. "Hey, he's okay. Considering his history similar to your own, he and Nat will be good mentors for you guys. Help you fill in some of the blanks in your family's history, you know?" "No offense, but he's terrifying to look at," Grace admitted. "I get that," Clint said, chuckling. "You probably felt that way about me too at first." "No," Grace told him, keeping a straight face and watching him look at her in surprise. "No?" Clint asked. She didn't miss the way he pulled his shoulders back a little. After a moment, she couldn't help but grin. "You givin' me a hard time already and we haven't even gotten started?" Clint grinned at her, his blue eyes kind. "Maybe," Grace told him, setting Tom gently on his paws and trying not to grin. "I'm a little intimidating?" He teased. She had to laugh at that, missing the way he stared at her as she brushed a lock of hair behind her ear. Rising to her feet, Grace thought hard about their circumstances. "Clint, what if I can't do this?" "Can't do what?" He asked, moving a tiny bit closer. She motioned at him. "Be an Avenger. Like you? You know?" "Why can't you? You're… fit. You look fit. Healthy. Yeah, that. You're young, healthy enough," Clint stammered over his words a little, his gaze moving over her quickly. "Young, maybe. Healthy? Not like that," she said, huffing out a laugh. "I work in a bakery." Clint's expression sobered but wasn't less friendly. "Well, there may be a bit of a learning curve. I never said it was going to be easy. But we can work with you guys. Build you up. You're not in real trouble until you get to Steve. He forgets sometimes that not all of us are enhanced like he is. If you can make it through that…" "He really is Captain America, huh? He's that good?" Grace had to ask. Clint nodded. "Nat tries her best to corrupt him. Mostly, he's all that. Yeah." "They're together?" "Yep." "Okay, I just have one last question then," Grace was hesitant to ask. But she had to try. "Do you think… could you guys help me find my son."

"We'll help you in any way we can, Grace. We're not on the greatest terms with S.H.E.I.L.D. There's a lot of bad feeling between us, with everything that's happened." Clint explained quietly and took her right hand gently. "We'll help you, find your boy. I promise Grace." He said comfortingly, he wasn't going to give her false hope and he knew that she appreciated that. Grace smiled at him quietly, she appreciated his words and just wanted to find her son. If he was......dead, then at the very least she wanted to put him at rest.

They could return to their apartment, so they could take their things, and Grace quickly went into her bedroom to pack up her belongings. The landlord wanted them gone by next Monday. She picked up a framed photo of Zach smiling at the camera, sitting on her lap with a happy smile on his face. It had been taken at his fourth birthday, and they'd had his birthday party at the Stark Children's Centre. She clutched it tightly and put it in plastic wrapping, so it wouldn't get damaged on the journey back to the compound. She wiped her eyes and took in a deep breath before gathering all her things and packing them into boxes. She'd miss this apartment but missed the apartment in Queens more than this one. Clint came in to help Grace pack up the last of her things and saw a bedroom that had been locked. She saw him looking and swallowed quietly. "That's Zach's bedroom, I haven't been able to go in there since he was taken away. His birthday's coming up, and I just feel numb inside," Grace whispered haunted, she walked towards it and opened the door. Clint saw the walls had been painted different colours, one wall was painted with pictures of dinosaurs that were roaming the land. The next wall showed marine life, and the third wall showed the sky, and a forest. "Zach loved animals, he wanted to be a vet." Grace said softly, and Clint saw the last wall depicted space, with different planets on the wall with glow in the dark stars glowing. Clint watched as she picked up Zach's clothes, and began putting them away in cardboard boxes. She was trying to be strong, but he quietly walked over and helped her pack. Just like Natasha had helped him pack away Cooper and Lila's clothes, and possessions.

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14th of June 2019. Clint carefully began packing Copper and Lila’s things in cardboard boxes, Natasha helping him while the rest of the team packed up what he wanted. He couldn't stay at this farmhouse, not after everything that had happened......what Laura had done. Cooper and Lila had been buried next to his mother, and brother two days ago. At least he could visit them, regularly. He looked at Cooper's artistic drawings, tears stinging his eyes but all he could feel now was a dark, malevolent sense of hatred and rage towards the woman who had once been his wife. He thought back to Tony's joke, when he'd taken them here after the fight with Ultron. Tony jokingly saying that Laura was a secret spy. Oh, the fucking irony.

He glanced out the window, watching Steve, Bucky and Tony loading boxes into the back of the U-Haul. If it had been left to him, he would have just boxed up anything that had belonged to his kids and struck a match for the rest of it. Burn down what he knew was all a lie now. Nat talked him out of it, convincing him to sell the house, donate the items in the house he didn't want to keep which was most of it. "You okay?" Nat had place a hand on his shoulder, trying to lend him comfort. "As much as I'm going to be," he told her, trying not to shake in rage as he stood in the small room where he'd come to read to his son at night, to tuck him into bed. "I just want to know why. Of what benefit was this – all of this – to HYDRA? To have some woman approach me, seduce me, create a life with me that included innocent children. I just… Why? Why go that far?" "You may never get an answer for that though I hope you do," Nat hugged him from behind. "The thing that scares me is how many other families are out there like this? Some unwitting person, living like you did. For them to have Laura go so far as that makes you think there are other cases out there. Many of them. Gathering intel." "Even one of the Avengers," Clint raked a hand through his hair, sank down on Cooper's bed. "I never had a fucking clue. I believed all of it, everything she told me." "Clint, there's no way you could have known," Nat sat next to him. "With all the missions we've been on, what we've seen and done, you'd think I would have noticed something. Something, Nat," he was almost shouting. "And I still could have lived with it all if I could have just kept them." "We'll find her," Nat promised him. "We'll stop her, and we'll stop Rumlow." Yes, they would. Laura wasn't going to get away with any of it. If it took his last breath, he'd make sure of that. And Rumlow, well, he knew he wasn't alone in wanting to put that bastard down. Nat had held onto him as he'd cried again for the two, small people in the world he'd loved the most. Nat felt his loss, she'd loved them too. More than their mother had. Nat had helped him finish gathering his children's things, had helped him pull himself together enough to thank the team for their help and leave the place that had once been his heaven.

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Clint knew just by looking at Grace, she genuinely understood what he had gone through and knew what it felt like. But Grace had it worse, she didn't know if her son was alive or had died. "I wanted to thank you, for being in that dream and letting me see Cooper and Lila. It means a lot to me," Clint said quietly, genuinely grateful. Grace gave him a gentle smile, and she started packing Zach's stuffed animals. She sniffled, when she saw the white fluffy teddy bear that she'd gotten for her baby boy, when he'd been born. "You don't have to thank me, Clint. I didn't do anything, your children just wanted to see you." Grace said softly, she finished packing up all of Zach's things. Clint saw the bookshelves had been cleared away, and now they were empty. He couldn't help but think Grace was stronger than she looked, most women wouldn't have kept the baby, but she had. He helped her carry the boxes outside and saw that the neighbours were helping as well. Clint saw a few of the young women, were hugging Grace and Sophie tightly. "We'll miss you two, dorohotsinni divchynky." A young woman said sadly, and she genuinely meant it. Grace hugged her, and Sophie was comforting a young woman. It dawned on Clint, that these neighbours were probably like extended family to Sophie and Grace. And that made him even more pissed at Ross, and Gonzalez.

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Bucky helped Sophie pack away the delicate objects in the living room, which were matryoshka dolls lined up on the mantelpiece, next to porcelain dolls in a glass cupboard. "Papa was always good at carpentry, he used to make furniture and a dollhouse for me and Grace," Sophie said sadly, looking at the framed photo of her father. Bucky looked at her quietly, and decided to speak. "I think that your parents genuinely loved each other, Sophie. Your father wasn’t like the other Winter Soldiers, who were sadistic, and violent." Bucky said quietly, trying to console her. Sophie looked at him intently.

"What about you?" "What about me?" He asked quietly. "You were a Winter Soldier," she pointed out. "You were the Winter Soldier. Were you sadistic and violent?" Bucky's gaze dropped to the floor as he considered how he wanted to answer that. The thing he knew he wouldn't do is lie to her about anything. "I was," he admitted. "I executed people on HYDRA's orders for decades. I killed people, probably many innocent people, in brutal ways. But my actions were carefully controlled. The Winter Soldier was HYDRA's creation. That's not who I was. Those actions weren't mine. I still have to live with that knowledge, those memories when they show up. I guess where I'm going is that was how life was for your father too for a time. But that's not who he was. I'm not sure how all of that with your parents went but… somewhere during it all, he decided he cared. He cared enough to take care of her, to take care of you and your sister. He was strong." Sophie blinked back tears, going back to work wrapping the dolls in newspaper. "Thank you. For that. I mean it. Our lives haven't been easy. but we always cared about each other, you know? To have someone rip you out of that life and tell you such… ugly things about your family, to rip apart everything you thought you knew about your own existence? It's just a lot to take." "I'm sorry it was given to us to have to tell you all of that." He wanted to help her wrap the dolls, thinking if he primarily used his flesh hand that maybe he could pull it off. "Now that you're part of the team, we can help keep you two safe. Tony, Steve, and Nick Fury run the show. They can help us shield from anything else Ross thinks up." "I never want to see that asshole for the rest of my life," she said vehemently. Placing another doll in the box, she started to get another, noticing he was very awkwardly lifting another one that had long red ringlets for hair. She fought a smile as she watched him pick up some newspaper and left him to it, fighting a smile. "So how is this going to work?" Sophie asked. "Training? Going out on missions? I mean, do you think we can do it?" Frustrated as he was, he managed to wrap the red-haired doll up in two very wrinkled papers. But it worked. He glanced up at her as he added the doll to her box. His eyes were so blue. "Given what I saw when we came into your apartment that day?" he asked with a smirk. "Yeah, I think you can do it." "You broke into our apartment," Sophie reminded him, smiling. "The balcony door was wide open. Steve came to the front door." "Why didn't you?" "Come to the front door? That's not my style, doll." He started on another doll, this one going slightly better. "You took my rifle." "Yes, I did," Sophie said as they worked at packing. "Can you climb up a wall like your sister did?" He wanted to know. "Yeah, the webbing lets us climb, stick to... stuff." "So how does that work?" Bucky asked her, placing his second wrapped doll in the box. "Same way as Peter's I'm sure," she said without pause. When she saw he was still waiting for an answer, she stopped. "You've never asked him." "Kid's usually up Tony's ass," Bucky told her. "I don't think I've actually had a conversation with him. Always did wonder though."

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Dalton Big Bang day 43 - Valentine

Writing Masterpost, AO3 Link

Notes: Also known as: Gigs tries to write jogan giving their son The Talk and failing miserably due to being a useless asexual.

One day. One fucking day. I'll write a full next gen fic, with all the kids, because y'all know by now I have headcanons for everything. And then y'all would get to see just how chaotic AJ Sotto and Parker Willis can be. But for now, this is about Johnny and his adorable Hanover boyfriend.

If there was a truth everyone in Dalton could agree on, it was that history teacher and Warblers coach, Mr. Wright, was a man you didn't want to cross. The unfortunate ones who were asked to meet with him privately refused to speak of what was told, and whether it was for good or bad reasons, nobody wanted to ask.

And then there were the students who visited his office without even being called. Johnny Larson-Wright, AJ Sotto, Parker Willis. Parker's older brothers graduated from Windsor and Stuart a few years ago, so that brand of crazy would make sense coming from them, but the others…

Well, Valentine Moore always thought people were crazy for assuming their teacher was such a bad man. He made Warblers practice enjoyable every time, gave people solos in a very fair manner, and yeah, maybe he was a bit strict. But he seemed nice enough.

But who was Valentine to say anything? He's never had a conversation alone with him. Maybe they were just exaggerating things!

Yeah, that had to be it!

...until the unfortunate day in late February when he was called in to Mr. Wright's office.

It was all everyone talked about the whole day. Johnny didn't make a fuss about it, unlike most of the others, which was reassuring and even more stressful in equal measures. Oh, how the mighty have fallen, straight-A student Valentine Moore must see the monster, maybe he fucked up real bad this time. Maybe they found out that he contributed to Johnny and AJ's bullshit—

No, wait, no. He does draw, it's his one coping mechanism, but no way they used his art for graffiti. Maybe… maybe it had to do with the homework he didn't turn in for history class? No, but he did it all, he just forgot his notebook by accident, Mr. Wright would probably understand! He must understand, it's not the first time, it's just—

"Stop pacing by my door, Moore," the teacher called, making Valentine freeze in place and start shaking. "You're not exactly invisible."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wright." He just lowered his eyes and walked into the office, closing the door behind him. "Won't do so again."

"It's all good, I get that you're nervous. But there's nothing to be nervous about."

"Is it about the homework I forgot to turn in last week…?"

"No. I care less about the homework than I do about this subject." The teacher started tapping on the desk with his fingers, making Valentine shiver a bit more. "I understand you're seeing my son."

His stomach fell as his shaking stopped.

"I don't… what? No, you got it wrong, I just—"

"Wrong? Unless Johnny is dating another Valentine Moore, who goes to this school and boards in Hanover, and is a member of the Warblers, I have no reason to believe I got it wrong."

"I… I'll break up with him, sir, it's okay. I know I'm not…"

As Valentine started feeling tears fall down his cheek, he also felt a large hand take his, as he started a silent prayer in his mind.

"I'm not mad at you," Mr. Wright — Logan — told him. "In fact, I'm relieved. It seems like he's very serious about you. His father and I are very proud of him. But I'll tell you this. If you hurt my boy—"

"It's the end of me, I know. I'm so sorry, sir."

"...yeah. That's… yeah." As Valentine raised his eyes, he saw his teacher start to fumble a bit. That was unusual… "I didn't actually think I'll get this far, if I'm honest… I'm not allowed to hurt you, as your teacher. But do expect to have a talk again. If either of you get hurt. It's not just about him in this relationship, it's about you too."

"O— okay! Okay, thank you!"

"Now, about that homework—"

"Dad!" Interrupted a call as the door flung open, and in ran Johnny, red in the face and wholly amused. "AJ broke Ramsey's window by accident, we're gonna get killed! Help! Oh, hi Val!"

"Hi!" If Valentine smiled at that, it wasn't his fault. This was the best thing that happened today.

"I swear, when we got you into Stuart we hoped you'd do better than this," Mr. Wright sighed, getting up from his chair. "Excuse me, Moore, it seems like something more... urgent came up."

"Oh no, it's… it's all fine. I'll leave! It's okay!"

"I apologize, Moore."

As Valentine rushed to get up and leave, Logan put a hand on his son's shoulder, trying to make him calm down. The redness still persisted, but his smile cracked, and the twinkle of joy in his eyes teeny off as a blanket of disappointment fell on him.

"We're in trouble, aren't we?"

"You're not. AJ, though, is in so much trouble. Now show me the damage. I'll talk to Ramsey."

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"So how are you guys doing?" Julian asked through FaceTime, watching his family eat dinner while he had his lunch break on set. Jerry, their newest cat, was also on the table to eat his own dinner. Natalie was paying more attention to him than she was to her dinner.

Johnny kinda wanted to poke her to answer him.

"We're all fine," Logan told him, ignoring the kids to a degree. "Did you watch the regionals video?"

"I did. So did half the cast. Good job on that. Nice song choices too, Squid."

"Thanks," Logan snorted, then turned to nudge Johnny. "Did you hear your pops?"

"I did." He went bright red. "I… I chose the second one."

Julian chuckled at that. "Yeah? No shit, Johnny. Was it inspired by someone special?"

"Yeah… I mean—"

"It certainly looked like it. Reminded me of the Hummel-Sottos back when we were juniors ourselves. Ugh, I can't listen to Raise Your Glass anymore without wanting to gag."

Johnny tried to hide. His dads were great, he never thought otherwise! Pops was the more lenient one, the more open one. The one with less dignity somehow. Probably from growing up in the spotlight and being in the public eye for so long. Dad was stricter, less… open, about all the embarrassing stuff, but he was also home more. Less absent than Pops. So he… knew more, about the kids. Pops was the one to go to with love problems, Dad was the one for any other issues.

Johnny loved them both equally. But they were both equally embarrassing, and that was a lot of embarrassing, and he really didn't want to talk to them about his love life.

"So who's the special someone?" Julian kept on teasing. "Who were you singing You're My Best Friend to?"

"Just…"

"Val," Natalie answered for him, making him choke. "He totally likes Valentine."

"Nat, shush."

"Well, did you tell him yet?" Julian raised an eyebrow, laughing a bit. "He doesn't seem like the guy to get… subtle flirting."

"He's my boyfriend now, okay?" Johnny snapped. "I… I told him. After the performance ended. And then we were together for Valentine's day and now we're together. Is that what you wanna hear?"

"...actually yes, that is what I want to hear. Honey, that's great! Does he make you happy? Do you two talk through your problems or do you keep them inside until you'll burn out like what happened when you were in fifth grade? Do you two fuck yet?"

"Pops!"

"Daddy! Ew!"

As Johnny pretended to gag, and Natalie ran off from the table to wash her mouth, Logan rolled his eyes with a smile and turned the call to face him more.

"They're doing alright, J. They're actually doing better than we did when we started going out. At least with the whole… communication thing."

"You assume we communicated ever," Julian joked, making Logan smile more. "I'm kidding… I'm just happy they're doing well. He seems like a good kid."

"Who, Valentine?"

"Yeah."

"He's great… a bit shy. Reminds me of Reed back when."

"Sounds like a blast. God… I miss you guys. I wanna be there, I wanna meet that kid honest and proper… would it be too weird to give them the sex talk through face cam?"

"I think it would be… a terrible idea, Jules. Please wait until you're back home."

"You forget I can still hear you guys!" Came the groan from Johnny, followed by a call from someone to remind Julian he needs to get dressed for his next scene.

"I love you too!" Julian called to Johnny, receiving a loud groan in return. "Lo, I love you so much."

"I love you too, J."

"I'll see you guys in a month, okay? Not too much left to wait. I'll try to find some of those Japanese kitkats you like."

"Thank you. Have a good day, Jules."

"Good night, Lo. Good night, kids!"

Logan hung up as Johnny mumbled a "yeah, yeah" and Natalie came back to the table, still gagging. 

"...okay, but did you?"

"Nat, I'm not answering that question!"

"Okay, sorry! Jeez!"

Yeah… this was his family now. Logan still struggled to believe this fact. But this was his family now.

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"How about this argument stops now?" Johnny called right as Julian walked through the door that Saturday afternoon, to catch his husband and daughter standing on one couch and his son comforting a redhead stranger on the other. "It doesn't fucking matter who's a better partner for Mark, he's in a fucking coma. And besides, your screams are making him uncomfortable."

"Do I even want to know?" Julian asked as he dropped his bags, pulling Logan down from the couch so they could kiss. Much to the gagging noises coming from Natalie. "Hello, love."

"Hi, Jules."

"They're listening to The Bright Sessions again," Johnny tried to say, getting somewhat ignored. "It's just—"

"I'm going to my room!"

"Okay! Hello to you too, Natalie!"

That was all about an hour ago, and as things were now, Julian felt far more awake. He took a shower, unpacked his bags, made himself a cup of coffee and now got to cuddle with his husband and their three cats on the couch as their son tried his best to make his boyfriend feel comfortable. The boy didn't look the most reassured though, but at least he didn't seem like he's going to stress himself to death, so he figured it was okay.

"You met my pops before," Julian heard Johnny tell Valentine quietly. "Why are you so scared now?"

"Because I met him as your friend, and now I'm your boyfriend, it's not the same type of meeting!"

"He's right, it's not," Logan told the kids, laughing a bit. "It's scarier than meeting as a friend."

"Dad, you're not helping."

"It's also more relieving than you think, Moore. Trust me."

He sniffled and nodded, trying to calm down more. An uneasy feat, but one Logan and Johnny were sure he could accomplish.

"So… how are you?" Julian asked after a moment of silence, winking at Valentine. "I saw your regionals performance. You did good."

"Th— thank you!" He started blushing at that. "I… I'm good! I think, at least… How are you?"

"I'm very good, thank you for asking. So…" Julian chuckled, taking a bit of a shaky breath. "You're dating now, I heard."

Valentine could've died then and there.

"Dad had to tell him," Johnny tried to explain, but it didn't exactly work that well, as he watched his boyfriend try to hide as his pops kept on smiling.

"I'm not going to make fun of you, I just want to talk to you two. Make sure you know what you're doing, so you won't end up, you know…"

"Like your pops and I were when we started going out," Logan filled in for him.

"Exactly."

"If you want to tell us to use protection, it's okay, I think we know that by now," Valentine managed to say through his weak voice and high anxiety. "At least I know. My parents had our pastor give me that talk when I was thirteen."

"I use protection every time, it's nothing new."

"I'm sure you both know we're very proud of you for practicing that part of the relationship, but there are many more things I'm sure you don't even think of. For example, do you two communicate?" Julian received a very tired side-eye from Johnny and a nod from Valentine. "I'll ask a more specific question. Do you two talk about your feelings? About how certain things the other person does make you feel?"

"What do you mean…?"

"Before Logan and I started going out, I used to be really jealous about things. He used to have a crush on Kurt Hummel, good god, just remembering that hurts me…"

"Does it hurt because Shadow is literally on your rib cage?" Johnny suggests, watching the cat in question curl up defensively.

"No, she's good. It's another kind of pain, honey. But it… you remember when we told you about Adam? Back when Nat was being stalked?"

Johnny nodded, and Val just stared for a moment. "Stalked…?"

"I'll tell you later."

"Adam was my stalker when we were in high school," Julian explained, feeling Logan's grip on him getting tighter. "He forced me to tell Logan I love him. Neither of us were ready at the time, and I wish Adam no harm. I hope he managed to build a normal, semi sane life from those ashes. But he forced Logan and I to have a conversation neither of us were ready for."

"Okay… Pops, why is this important?"

"Because that's what happens when you don't communicate, honey. We didn't communicate until we were forced to. Please don't do that, okay? Can you promise me you'll talk about your feelings?"

"...Dad, what is he talking about? He's scaring Val."

"You're asking your dad and not me? John, I am deeply—"

"Communication is the key to any relationship," Logan said, cutting Julian in the middle and leaving him to play offended. "Consent is just a form of communication."

"One day, you two would decide that now is the right time to start having sex." Johnny started gagging at that. "When that day comes, we both want you to be ready. And it goes far beyond just knowing how to have safe sex. Having a healthy relationship is all about talking, because if you keep it inside, you heard what'll happen. Now, do you two communicate? Do you talk about your feelings, your fears? How far have you gone physically? This is a judgement-free zone, so don't feel ashamed."

"Just… just first base… Val is… uncomfortable with sex… Pops, why are you like this?"

"Because I love you and want to make sure you're safe. You know, some people might not want to have sex ever in their whole life, and that's okay too. A relationship isn't defined by how many times your dick has been in your partner's ass."

"Jules, that's… maybe overstepping a bit. You're scaring the children."

"So let's go back to the talking part. How many dates have you gone on yet? Where to?"

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Johnny drove the two of them back to Dalton the following Sunday evening, and Natalie had a sleepover at her friend's place, so Logan figured he could make something nice happen for Julian's return. They didn't exactly get to do much yesterday, but it didn't mean they couldn't do anything now. So he ordered some Italian food, he got a bottle of wine, he picked a movie for the two of them to watch before regrettably falling asleep on the couch…

"Well, hello," Julian called as he came down the stairs, seeing Logan fretting over his phone. "What worries you so?"

"I'm waiting for takeout to get here… Michelle says hi."

"Well, when did you order takeout?" He got up to kiss Logan's cheek, hugging him under his arms.

"Seven twenty-three."

"And what time is it now?"

"Seven fifty."

"So they're not late, you're just anxious."

"I guess…" He put his phone down, instead hugging Julian. "I just… I don't know, I got excited. We get to be alone for the first time in…"

"Yeah… you said Michelle said hi? How's her and John's vacation in the Maldives going? Do they miss us too much yet?"

"I don't think they do. Michelle always misses us."

"True… oh, she'd love Valentine."

"She already does."

Logan nodded, then buried his face in Julian's shoulder. He was gone for too long this time. Or maybe they'd just gotten used to spending more time together without any projects getting in the way.

For Julian, three and a half months in New Zealand were also getting too much, and he always got jealous that he couldn't see Johnny compete or be there for Natalie while she auditioned for her own tv shows. He felt like he was missing too much. Sure, he took a break after the whole… stalking situation happened, but that was years ago. His return to mainstream just made him tired.

Both of them had their qualms about the direction their lives were going, and both of them were cut off by the doorbell, and Logan letting go for one moment so he could get the bags and tip the delivery guy. But soon enough it was both of them on the couch, eating their pasta and drinking wine and trying to decide if The Favorite was really the right movie to watch right now or if they felt like something less serious.

"The boys really remind me of us," Logan said in the middle of it all, making Julian choke a bit.

"Really? I can see how Johnny reminds you of you, but I don't think—"

"When we started going out," he finished his sentence. "We were awkward at best…"

"Your friends wouldn't let me off the hook."

"Hey, okay, that was mostly Dwight, and he's your friend too."

"He still wouldn't let me off the hook!"

"You know he only did it because he worries for us. Both of us. He did the same to me too."

"Okay, sure… do you think I just went full Dwight on them yesterday?"

"You… didn't. Not really. I think you did okay. Maybe a bit TMI on some details, but…" Julian made a scene of hiding his face in a pillow, trying to suppress his embarrassment. "Jules, I love you, but I don't think talking about my personal relationship history with our sixteen-year old son and his boyfriend is such a smart idea. Especially since it was mine. I'm not the average, I'm the exception."

"Was there any other way I should've gone at it?"

"I don't know, but I don't think two of my own students can look me in the face anymore."

"I think we should both be grateful we didn't talk about Derek's history at least."

They shared a look, their faces bright red and struggling to hold back a smile, before bursting into laughter. 

"I worry for Valentine if you would have talked about Derek… Jules, that poor kid is terrified of everything, let's not traumatize him even more. I'm still his teacher."

"I worry more for what Johnמy would've said… or Nat. Oh, imagine if Nat would've heard that… you know she and Emma talk about everything, right? And I mean everything. She would've told her, and then Derek would've known, and then we'd both be dead."

"Let's… let's just be grateful that this talk is over with and that we don't need to advise them on more just yet…"

"More like what? Marriage, having children?"

"I know you're joking but yes, that is a very real possibility for us in the future."

"So let's just… fuck, I can't breathe…"

"Oh, shit! Your inhaler is here, come on…"

"...Logan?" Julian asked after a few moments, his breathing calming down now.

"Yeah?"

"Let's keep the marriage counseling to the future, okay?" He smiled as Logan nodded, leaning over to kiss his cheek again. "I love you."

"Jules, I love you."

"I know. Lucky me."

[loki-and-cuddles]

Your Loki

Pairing: Loki x reader

Genre: Angst but also fluff

Warnings: Very light mention of a food disorder, some self-doubt

Summary: Loki doesn’t think he deserves you. 

A/N: My very first posted story, I’m very excited but VERY nervous. This was inspired by the songs: Alejate de mi by Camila and Estoy Enamorado by Thalia and Pedro Capo (words in italics are the songs). Also, English is not my first language, so apologies for any mistakes. Hope you enjoy!

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He was acting different. All week he had been too busy to spend time with you. He no longer invited you to sleep in his room, or spend time in yours. He was kissing you less, hugging you less, and avoiding contact in general. You felt lonely and frustrated, but most of all scared. Had he changed his mind, did he no longer desire you, was a mortal not good enough. Of course not, how could you ever think you’d be good enough for a god, a prince, a king. You hadn’t slept well in the last week and it was beginning to show. The bags under your eyes were now slightly purple, your complexion was pale and no longer had it’s usual flush, and you were constantly zoning out, no longer paying attention to anything going on around you.

At first no one really noticed, you had always been shy and quiet. The first to notice was Nat, you would only smile to her good morning and hellos, and would no longer sit with her and Rogers to listen to their stories. Tony noticed when you stopped making sassy comebacks to his teasing, you were quiet, but had an attitude. It was after Tony noticed that they decided to corner you in the common room, asking what was going on.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?”

“Do you need to see a doctor?”

“You know I can afford one”

“You just have to ask”

“Are you doing it again”

“You said you had stopped”

“Did Loki cause you to start again”

“No!” You took a deep breath and lowered your voice. “No, stop. I’m eating just fine.”

“Then what’s wrong?” You were looking at the ground, but looked up when Nat asked. Scanning the room, you felt tiny surrounded by such intense and powerful people. There was one missing. Loki.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” You ran out of the room before they could say anything else or stop you.

You wanted to go to Loki’s room. You wanted to talk to him. Figure out what was wrong. But the idea of being told that you weren’t enough to your face, by the person you loved the most was too scary. So you headed to your room, sleeping to avoid your problems, had always worked. Somewhat.

There on your bed you found a single green rose with a note. All your fears were confirmed. If he had to leave a note instead of talking to you, it was bad. And bad meant he didn’t want you anymore. Sitting on the edge of the bed you debated on whether to open it or not. It would be devastating to see that you weren’t enough in Loki’s words. Those words would be burned into your mind for the rest of your life. But could you live without knowing what he had written for you? No, definitely not.

You slid your finger under the flap of the envelope and ripped it open. The note inside has perfect handwriting, not surprising. The ink was black, but had a glimmer to it. Your name looked beautiful at the top of the paper. Your vision blurred with tears in your eyes, you were gonna miss the sound of your name when he said it. His low husky voice that made your knees weak. The way his chest vibrated against you, his breath on your neck. You loved hearing his voice before falling asleep. Sometimes it was the only thing that put you to sleep, calming your racing thoughts before bed.

Blinking away the tears, you forced yourself to look down from your name, and read the rest of the note.

You need to get away from me, do it soon before I lie to you. Your skies turn grey, I now walk under the storm. Escape, leave. I shouldn’t see you any longer. Understand that even though I ask you to leave I don’t want to lose you. The light is no longer enough. You don’t want to walk on pain, barefoot. I know you’re still on time, I’m not who you really think I am. I didn’t fall from heaven. If you still don’t believe me, and wish to take the risk, you’ll see that I only deceive and cause harm and cause tears. Who else do I love? You know well I don’t deserve you, and I wish I could regret it and not tell you this. But an angel watches over you, and gave me the truth, so that I could show you the way out.

Tears were streaming down your face. He hadn’t signed it, it just ended there. Abruptly, much like you and him. How were you supposed to get away from him, if he gave you the reasons to live. Showed you the beauty in life. The many things that were worth living for, sitting right in front of you. He helped you see them. Yes, he has lied, and harmed others. But everyone does. And you were evidence that that’s not the only thing he was capable of.

None of this made sense, There was no way either of you could leave each other. You were stuck here. The tower was your only home. He was stuck here, on house arrest. He was to stay in the tower or go back to the dungeons of Asgard. Oh God-

You ran out of your room without a second thought and sprinted to Loki’s room. Not waiting to knock, you burst in, your breath raged from running. His room was empty. Everything was back to how it was before he moved in. A generic room, like any other in the building, for any other person to occupy. It was too late, he didn’t let you choose. He chose for you, and left. Your breathing started to pick up even more.

“No,” you whispered.

It was then that Loki walked out from the bathroom. He was wearing his leather attire, and his hair was combed back away from his face. He looked gorgeous, strong and regal, despite the tension in his shoulders and bags under his eyes. You let out a deep sigh, he was here, he hadn’t left. Yet.

Loki stopped dead in his tracks, eyes wide. He was just about to leave, just checking his appearance in the mirror one last time. And here you were, making his decision that much harder. But he wasn’t going to back down, he had to do this for you. You deserve the whole world, no, all nine realms. He couldn’t give you that.

“Y/n” it didn’t sound like you remembered it, his voice. It was cold and distant. Indifferent. It hurt, that one word uttered through his lips, hurt. Making your chest clench. But you had to believe that he was just trying to push you away. Succeed in his deranged plan to save you from him.

You lifted your arm and showed him the note, a few tears still slipping down your face. He had no reaction. Nothing. His eyes dropped to the paper you were holding out before him, and back up to your eyes. His stern face never faltered, not a single emotion slipped through.

“It’s not true”

“What is?” His voice was still indifferent, but there was something else, a little sliver of hope maybe. Or that could just be your imagination, your hope that none of this was actually true. You shook your head and dropped your arm.

“I wrote you something too, a while ago. Before you started avoiding me. Before this,” you motioned to the paper in your hand. More tears began to fall, “can I tell you before you leave?” There it was the tiniest change in his eyes, but it was there. It hurt him, to know you accepted his choice, his words.

“I hadn’t told you because I wanted to memorize it. I wanted to be able to look at you when saying every single word.

I want to drink the kisses from your lips

and in the air draw your name next to mine

To the sweet melody of a guitar

take a walk through passionate feelings

in the subtle embrace of the night

you will know what I feel

I'm in love

and your love makes me special

I'm in love

and it does me good, so good

to be in love with you

To feed only from our memories

and wake up from deep sleep

just to see you.”

As you say the words, tears still falling down your cheeks, you slowly see the mask fall. Little by little you see your Loki. The Loki only you get to see. Loki that enjoys his hair being braided, and watching rom coms with you. Loki that loves cuddles, and secretly enjoys being the small spoon, to be held and loved. Loki that will hush away your tears, and chase away your nightmares. Loki that was hurt over and over again, but finds strength in you, the same way you find strength in him. Loki that is vulnerable and selflessly loves, with every inch of his being.

You stare at his teary eyes, trying to tell him everything you feel, everything you fear. Waiting for an answer physically hurts your chest. You know he loves you, you can see it in his eyes. Your fear is that his fear of hurting you will be bigger than his love. That after all of this, he will still walk around you, out the door and leave.

He takes a step closer, never breaking eye contact. You are no longer aware of anything else but him. Another step. You start to feel dizzy, are you even breathing. Another step. You can feel his warm breath on your face. You glance down at his lips before looking back up. His eyes never left yours. You want to kiss him, you really do. But you're frozen in place. You've lost complete control of your body and all you can do is stand there and wait.

“I love you.” and then he bends down, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into a kiss. You gasp into the kiss and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. The kiss was soft but eager, and you melted into him. All your fears and worries erased by his lips. When he pulled away to let you breathe you chased after his lips, your breathing not a priority to you. You hear him chuckle and you open your eyes to see him smiling down at you. His entire face was relaxed again, and his smile showed the genuine happiness and love he felt. Unable to stop yourself, you giggle. It makes you unimaginably happy to see him smile like that. At that moment you know that that's all you need. To be able to wake up to that smile everyday, and that smile to be the last thing you see before drifting off to sleep. He quirks a brow.

“What is so funny to you?” you shake your head.

“I love you too.”

[lovelyparkers]

my bday special random head canons with peter!

hi it's my birthday!!! as promised i'm writing a bunch of headcanon requests and they will all be here in this chapter MWAH <3 yuh let's get into it

-so first off my fave request

-so ur an avenger on a mission in the snowy mountains

-you and peter are teamed up ofc

-being you, you decide to get way too into the battle and not care about your own well-being

-peters yelling at you like

-"YOU BETTER NOT GET HURT"

-and

-"IF U DIE I WILL KILL YOU"

-but he really does care about u and he's scared asf

-anyways so

-you get hurt

-basically some creature

-who the fuck knows

-launched you in the air and into the freezing snow and knocked you out

-peter couldn't find you and immediately got nervous

-he was able to track you down with stark's tech and dig you out of the snow where you were lowkey freezing to death ok

-he pulls you up into his arms and holds you tight and starts crying because he doesn't know if you'll make it

-he swings over to the cabin tony bought just for the mission

-because we all know tony is extra asf

-bruce checks you up to see if anything's broken

-it's not

-you most likely just have a concussion and knocked out for awhile

-peter carries you bridal style to the living room where the fire is blazing

-he sits on the couch with you in his lap

-you have layers of warm clothes on

-he strokes your hair and makes sure your head stays up comfortably

-he wanted to be there when you woke up duh

-and when you do wake up your really confused and have a headache

-but when you recognize peter you automatically feel safe :)

-and he's like crying again bc he's so glad you woke up but also mad at you for going crazy

-he'll squeeze your hand a lot and cup your cheek to make sure you're actually there

-and he'll say "you scared the crap out of me y/n. don't do that ever again. promise me?"

-you promise and just cuddle into his side

-he presses several kisses to your head

-and you him in response

-u two just hold each other so close

-babies!

-okay next one!!

-SECRET DATING AS AVENGERS

-i LOVE this

-AIGHT

-after meeting peter you ask HIM out and ofc he says yes

-you guys totally hit it off ok

-like theirs just natural chemistry between you guys

-there's so much flirting and you get to know each other while having a picnic on the rooftop garden

-MWAH LOVE

-he kisses you on the second date and you m e l t

-and gosh he's so pretty like hot damn

-from then on you guys become a couple

-secretly

-because we ALL know the avengers love to tease

-especially sam, bucky, and tony

-nat would be here for it tho let's be honest

-you go to her for boy advice and she's so chill and begs you to tell her who u like

-she probably knows it's peter tho bc she's smart

-ANYWAYS

-you have to try really hard to keep it a secret

-and that's not easy living with the avengers

-you find yourself holding hands and then tony will walk in whatever room to get you guys for a mission and you pull apart real quick

-another time you and peter were in the movie room

-CUDDLING

-like awe

-you were cuddling duh and just holding each other

-sharing kisses every now and then

-your head was on his shoulder and his arm was around you

-then bucky and sam walked in

-with popcorn tho

-and you and peter scooted away from each other real quick when he heard the door open

-sam would tease u guys anyway

-"what's up guys? confess your love yet?"

-and bucky would be like

-"pretty sure we heard you guys making out a second ago"

-they obviously didn't hear or see anything but like to tease the only teenagers who always flirted

-but OH GOSH

-ONE TIME

-it was late at night

-like LATE late

-peter snuck into ur room ofc

-and you guys were just sitting on your bed making out right

-hands in each other's hair

-lip biting

-all that good stuff

-and nat just barges on because she knows u never sleep and likes to just talk with you or play a game or watch a movie

-this time u forgot to lock the door

-and she screams

-you jump up off peters lap and shut the door after pulling her in

-"i knew it i knew it!"

-she's smiling though and laughing

-shes genuinely happy u two are together

-but peters all blushing

-and shy

-because you guys just got caught making out by an adult

-she'll ask you a bunch of questions too

-and ur like "nAt u cant tell aNyBoDy pLEaSe"

-she promises bc she knows it's not her place

-shes great at keeping secrets bc she's an ex assassin

-but she's very happy for u guys and tells u to always be safe and all

-then you and peter go back to making out hehe

-ok my fave requested this next one hi ily

-ALL NIGHTERS W PETER WOULD BE THE BEST

-LIKE LITERALLY

-also this is best friend peter who has feeling for you but doesn't want to admit it so ur just friends but he loves u and u secretly love him

-so this is still avenger!reader bc u guys know i'm a hoe for this shit

-"i mean i'm not a slut but who knows"

-so u guys have a lot of energy one day bc u got a day off from training since tony and steve were out all day

-u slept in that day and could NOT fall asleep the next night

-u and peter had been texting late at night

-it's like midnight i'll say

-and u tell him to meet you in the grand kitchen

-so u bring urself and a blanket and run down to the kitchen in your pyjamas

-shorts and one of peters tee shirts hehe it's summer and it's hot!

-peter walks in with a big smile on his face and just wearing some shorts

-that is all

-yes

-ok so you dig into the freezer and get ice cream out for u guys

-i cant have dairy ahahha rip

-off track but let's go

-peter gets the spoons and you don't even say a word bc this is just how it always goes

-you migrate toward the living room and flip down on the couch side by side

-he is very close to you

-bare arms touching

-PREMARITAL ARM TOUCHING???????

-sorry

-he just groans bc he's bored as he hands you a spoon

-u guys always talk and eat ice cream

-passing the tub around

-peter eventually says something dumb

-like u know when u pull all nighters w ur friends and it gets to that point of the night when someone says something really dumb or weird and everyone just loses it?

-this ALWAYS happens with you two

-he deadass says something like

-"i think we have the same size feet"

-and you start cackling bc what the fuck

-"y/n no hold up ur foot to mine"

-so u do bc why not

-u do not have the same size feet ❤️

-but wow how intimate

-jk

-but you honestly CANNOT with this boy

-so you flick a blob of ice cream at his nose

-and it just immediately drips down onto his chest bc he tries to look down at his nose

-so now there's ice cream on his bArE cHEsT

-like that's hot

-jk idk u decide

-and he is literally whining

-"y/nnnnnnn what the hell?"

-ur just laughing softly but admiring his toned abs and chest

-"want me to lick it off for you?"

-peter just freezes not believing the words that just came out of your mouth

-"uhhhhh"

-he's stuttering and mumbling and BLUSHING SO MUCH

-he don't know what to do

-you laugh and say "KIDDING"

-bc again u say weird shit in the middle of the night

-u get up and get a paper towel tho

-peter is still very flustered

-kinda wishing u did

-but you come back and lean a hand on his shoulder and start cleaning the ice cream off his chest for him

-and he's just looking up at you bc

-god ur so pretty and ur practically on top of him rn

-peter probably gets horny i'm the middle of the night too let's be honest here

-but after that moment where peter felt like he was the main character

-everything is fine now and you continue talking

-eventually u turn on a movie and lay your head in peters lap

-much to his surpRisE

-and just watch the movie together

-he like doesn't know where to put his hands

-so he just lays on over ur waist

-he cant stop staring at u bc omg ur laying on his lap and omg ur so pretty and ahhhh

-when u laugh it makes him tremble

-and when the sun starts coming up u guys make pancakes and like

-y'all still aren't tired

-and ofc u spend the day together then eventually crash on the couch on top of each other

-it's very cute and tony takes pictures

-okay now for my own lil idea

-PETER WOULD BE THE BEST PERSON ON UR BIRTHDAY

-like the amount of love he would show u

-immaculate

-so ofc he would sleep over the night before bc he's in love ok

-u guys watch movies and cuddle and kiss

-at midnight he throws confetti on you and blows a horn

-he says hbd like a million times

-and he gives you a long passionate kiss mwah

-cuddles cuddles cuddles

-u sleep in each other's arms

-peter wakes up early before you to make ur fave breakfast

-he's practiced cooking so it's perfect for ur special day

-he presents it all pretty too

-then he goes to wake you up

-because you always told him to wake you up when he gets up so you can spend time together

-ur like that

-and he loves it

-he wakes you up by pressing kisses all over your face

-and rubbing your arm and fixing your hair

-you wake up with a sleepy smile and he just melts he's in love

-you give him a big hug and kiss his cheek

-then he tells you about breakfast

-he helps you walk to the table while covering ur eyes bc SURPRISE

-peter's presentation is very much adequate

-he has little gift bags lined up for you

-and balloons

-and streamers

-he just wants to make you feel so special :,)

-ur so grateful for him

-you give him big hug and kiss again bc UR IN LOVE TOO

-you sit together and eat and peter makes you open his gifts

-he made some homemade gifts too because how heartfelt it that

-he gets you one really nice present

-and a bunch of little ones like snacks

-maybe an inside joke gift

-AND PROBABLY SPIDER-MAN UNDERWEAR AS A JOKE

-you guys just burst out laughing when you open it and it's so cute

-he's just admiring you

-you spend the day either going on walks

-having a nice date

-or just staying in together

-lots of cuddles again of course

-peter parker is a cuddler

-ALSO

-MAKING OUT

-a must

-like ugh i yearn for bday makeouts

-he takes care of u so well phew

-it's very intimate and hot and passionate let's be honest

-MJ AND NED BUST IN YOUR APARTMENT WHILE UR MAKING OUT ON THE COUCH

-ned just screams

-mj was like "really? y'all knew we were coming over"

-but she's soft for u

-gives u the best hug and tells u hbd

-you guys have a mario kart tournament bc that's really fun

-snack snacks snacks

-the four of you have cake and they make u so happy

-after ned and mj leave it's more peter time

-yum

-more making out

-maybe sumn else😳

-he treats u very good to say the least

-overall it's a lovely birthday and peter is the best ok

thank u guys so much for the birthday wishes <3 i seriously don't deserve you guys ur all so sweet!!! hope u enjoyed this lil hc special mwah!