#and the fluffy? i want to make sure it’s endgame before i start enjoying

[mymitochondriaforpresident]

6 more days until I’m free from this Hell.

[justporo]

Hi sweetheart if your request is open I want to request a nsfw and or sfw alphabet for Astarion 🥰

Hello my sweet, Anon, and thank you! Oh exciting, I like these, so I'm happy someone asked me to do this. This will be SFW but maybe I'll do a NSFW version too - if people want it?

I used this wonderful template by @the-coldest-goodbye (thank you for making this!)

Also let's call this

Fluffy relationship headcanons about Astarion and Tav (in alphabetic order)

(Because I know the word headcanon is somewhat of a Pavlov'sch bell for some people here, hihi~)

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Very much so. Once Astarion really grabs onto the concept of having someone he deeply and truly loves, he tells them every moment of every day. He compliments them, showers them in gifts, his flirtatious behaviour never stops. But oh yeah, they also bicker like an old married couple - it's their love language.

Also he’s very keen to keep his hands on you, PDA: oh hells yeah, showing the whole world you belong to him, also you’re just that yummy.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Pure chaotic goblin energy. If you’re best friends with Astarion you’re most likely enabling each other to commit arson on a daily basis – and you love it.

You most likely stumbled over each other, each thought “what a dickhead, looks so dumb…”, figured you were equally sassy and were inseparable from there on out. Because the best friendships start with thinking “ugh, this dumb idiot…”

Also being in a relationship with Astarion means also being his best friend and having chaotic gremlin moments – like for example grouping up on Gale to shittalk him.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Cuddling is a kind of unusual concept for Astarion at first, like with any kind of non-sexual intimacy. But he very quickly figures out he loves cuddling. Just normal hugging, holding you standing behind you with his arms around your waist. But he also enjoys it so so much when he’s being held, just knowing your arms are his safe haven.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Honestly, after everything? Yes – at least for quite some time I guess Astarion wants to settle down, have some time to figure himself out but also enjoying some mundance peace and quiet with Tav – with the biggest worry being what he’ll wear this night.

He’s shit tho at all the domestic shit. He doesn’t know how to cook or anything else and frankly he has never needed to because even before being turned he lived the comfortable live of a noble. Tav’s going to have to teach him a thing or two on how not to be so messy…

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Despite that I am 1000% convinced that Tav and Astarion are endgame… Quickly, I believe, like ripping a bandaid off, but making sure to really get the point across on why.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

The idea of commitment might scare Astarion, the idea of having Tav forever does not. So I guess he would actually come around to the idea although you both assure each other it’s not to prove something. Also Astarion does joke about it – because he loves thinking about it, to have someone who’s loving him until the end of time.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

So gentle, almost chaste, especially at first. Yeah yeah, he knows every trick in the book when it comes to sex, but exploring what a committed relationship can feel like? Sharing small moments of intimacy, opening up his feelings that he never really allowed himself to have before.

That being said I believe the first time Tav and Astarion sleep with each other after he’s freed: it’s like it’s his first time, fully there, bravely letting himself fall into your open loving arms, experiencing for the first time what it means to be this kind of intimate with someone you love more than anything else in this world.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Something he also didn’t really quite get until he shared it with Tav – and then the other ones who became his friends. He relishes hugs as something that really make him feel at peace. And he does become a hugger, at least with Tav: small, quick hugs to full-blown embraces – although these are something he likes to enjoy only with you. Oh, and they’re wonderful hugs: not too strong, not too weak, although Astarion might be a bit of a clinger, especially in the beginning, when he can never get enough.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Tav says it first, but he’s pretty brave and pretty sure about his feelings (at least about how hard he’s fallen once he accepts the initial fact), so pretty quickly. And after that: AT. ANY. POSSIBLE. MOMENT.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Jealous, but reasonably so. Like he can obviously differentiate if you’re just friends with someone or if it might even just be flirty banter (because he’s also guilty as charges with that) but someone hits on you, you’re definitely not interested, the other person keeps pushing? He’ll be ready to rip their throat out. He gets protective. This being said, his jealousy is always focused on the other party pushing a toe out of line, not you.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Everything? Everywhere? All at once?

Of course his kisses are perfect, he likes to kiss every inch of your body and loves when you repay him for that in like. Although like with other intimate moments it’s still something new to him because there are a lot of feelings in it now.

Also Astarion and Tav love to annoy each other with giving each other big wet smooches when the other person is being annoying or just needs a lip-smacking reminder of affection.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

“You’re so gross, Astarion.”

“Why is cute, when Scratch does it, but not when I do it?”

“BECAUSE YOU’RE NOT A DOG, ASTARION!”

“I mean I could bark if you wanted me to.”

Children can be annoying them because “ugh, why are they so loud and smelly… and sticky” but Astarion loves the chaotic energy kids have. And if the other companion’s would ever bring kids over he would absolutely incite them to cause chaos all around, teach them naughty words, give them candy so they get a sugar rush when they should actually go to bed.

And Astarion is good at telling kids captivating stories, so he becomes the resident storyteller when friends with kids come visit.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) (or in his case evenings, I figure)

Slow, full of cuddles and “five more minutes, my love, please” – basically he loves to just hang around with you in bed. He also takes his sweet time getting ready after waking up – A) because he can B) “when you look this good…”; once he figures out what Tav’s favourite hot beverage is in the morning, he’d learn how to brew it perfectly and bring it to them when he’s feeling generous.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) (and here days, accordingly)

Even more cuddles, talking before bed, talking after going to bed, probably having lots of wine while doing so – or just lounging around reading with his head in your lap while you detangle his soft curls.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Slowly at first but then more and more. But there’s just as much for him to unpack as there is for you to learn and take in. But Astarion learns quickly that you’re a good person to open up to: he feels safe and seen with you. And even if it doesn’t fix all his trauma right away – telling you, it really helps.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Astarion has more than a bit of temper. He can get very easily annoyed especially by little, seemingly unimportant things. He can snap at you but he tries to take a quick breather then and work through it and apologises – even though this too is something he learns slowly.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

I think he memorizes a lot about everyone anyway, because it’s a survival instinct to gather all possible information that might become helpful. But besides that: once Astarion is all aboard the relationship train, he will absolutely remember everything – probably even better than you. That’s also why he gets you the best gifts, because he listens, when you tell him something that you would like.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

He holds the memory of this first special hug very close and dear in his heart. Because he remembers how incredibly frightened he was how scary that leap was. But there you were quite literally with open arms and an open heart.

But there’s lots more moments. When you bought the house in Baldur’s Gate and he could carry you inside the first time cheekily in bridal style? The first gift you ever gave him for your first anniversary? There’sso many and he collects them like precious little treasures.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Very, oh he’s so very protective. And he will cut someone if the need arises. He might actually even be a bit too eager about it. And he likes when you’re protective of him as well – and let’s be honest you’re just as eager to keep him safe.

Nobody touches you or him – or they get the sharp end of a knife.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Everyday stuff, oh eeeeh, it’s hard. Astarion is just so not used to it, but he tries. He really does. And gifts, dates and all? Firstly, he finds out that he’s very much a romantic. Secondly, this man does not do things like this lightly, because “if we were going to be basic about it, we don’t have to do it at all”.

And he regularly outdoes himself trying to spoil you.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

As much as he tries to be open and learn. The habits of 200 years die hard. Sometimes when he feels backed into a corner he snaps and he can be very much hurtful. And as much as you want to pretend you rationally know it better, you do get angry sometimes, you do feel hurt. And you do have fights.

But at latest when tempers are cooled again, you always get back around to talking it through and learning something from it. The two of you never go to bed angry with each other – that’s an unspoken agreement.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Astarion deeply is a creature of vanity. He cares about his looks almost as much as he cares about Tav. And it can annoying, but then again: he deserves to treat himself and he deserves all the swooning and pining and compliment you can give him – and you happily supply.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Let me cite a fic of mine and although Tav says it, Astarion feels very much the same:

“I love you so much, I would give up everything for you, if only it meant I could still be with you. I would burn this whole world down if it meant, I could keep you safe. I would walk with you to the end of the universe if it was what you needed to be happy. And if I ever where to leave this earthly world behind, I believe my soul would find you again – and again and again – because I’m half and only ever whole with you.”

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

It’s hard to say that he has no regrets. And surely Astarion would never want to go through all his trauma again, but yet… in the end he met you, didn’t he?

In the end he found you and you became his light.

Sometimes he thinks about that as you lay beside him dreaming. He softly moves a strand of hair out of your closed eyes and thanks whatever God has sent you his way

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Plainly, if they saw him in a way like probably everyone did for the past two centuries and if he felt used by them. But you’re you and would never do that.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He doesn’t know it but he tends to be a clinger when he’s in his dreamful trance. And maybe this is only a thing he developed since the two of you have been together, but he sometimes wakes you because in his sleep he pulls you to him so you’re left with nothing but snuggling up to him – becoming his life size teddy bear.

You’d never have it any other way!

(Also sorry for swinging between Tav/you - I'm just so used to 2nd person perspective while writing, oops)

[carsonian]

Cap-IM Rec Week: Wonderous Wednesday

@cap-ironman, happy Wednesday:

"do you fondue?" by calciseptine (@calciseptinefic)

Tony has done crazy things in the name of food, but falling in love with Steve Rogers really takes the cake.

The layers to this... the layers... it's a stack of pancakes. I know you thought I was gonna say onion but NO. Pancakes. Delicious, fluffy pancakes. Just like in the fic!

"front row seats" series by Annie D (scaramouche) (@no-gorms)

A Steve/Tony series that follows one of the branching timelines set up by Avengers: Endgame.

This is the ADCU: Annie D Cinematic Universe, and buddy? It's everything you could ever want. Shenanigans are shenaning. Reader experience is RAW serotonin shots over knowing who interloper "Grant" is. So much rubbing hands together all villainous and going "ha ha ha" at the antics. Annie D made sure the whole circus came together for this one, and boy oh boy is it a hoot!

"such a devotion of the heart" by drunkonwriting (@queenerdloser)

Persuasion AU. Tony is a disillusioned heir on the outs with his wealthy, spend-thrift father, trying to finish his master's degree so he can work on engineering instead of joining the House of Lords. When he has to return home to prepare his family house to be rented, he doesn’t expect the new tenants to be Bucky Barnes and his new wife - old friends of Tony’s spurned ex-fiancé, Captain Steve Rogers. Tony, still heart-broken over their falling out, has no intention of meeting Captain Rogers again if he can help it. Captain Rogers has other plans.

WIP and an AWESOMELY written WIP. The worldbuilding is rich and chunky and filled with delicious little nuggets. Every character slots into perfect place. Alllll the Persuasian AUs please and thank you.

"we pick ourselves undone" by laramara (@commandersteverogers)

It might appear that award-winning surgeon Tony Stark, the head of neurosurgery at Shield Hospital, well and truly has his life together. Now if he could only figure out how to tell people that his father, world class neurosurgeon Howard Stark, is locked away in a nursing home with Alzheimer’s, devise a way to get Chief Fury off his back for good, and work out what the hell he’s going to do about the weird on-again-off-again thing he has going with the head of cardio, he’d finally have everything sorted.

I've recced this before so I won't go into it too much here but rest assured it's a BANGING good time.

"You Gave Me A Home" by Moonrose001

Since Registration passed on and Sentinels started guarding the streets instead of superheroes, the USA has come to resemble Dystopia more than an united country. A young group of masked teenagers are fighting back the undemocratic and unconstitutional ways, lead by Captain America. And Steve Rogers is a handsome, but awkward student leading a double life. He is also head and heels in love with Tony Stark, the son of the government's arms dealer.

I read this soooo long ago, before I got into Steve/Tony, and I couldn't locate it for the longest motherfucking time! So happy to have found it again and to be able to recommend it because boy oh boy is this a ride, and golly gee, if the view at the peak ain't the best one you ever seen! This is the apex of what fanfiction can be--someone with genuinely fascinating ideas taking the best of one universe and implanting it into a new one. I thoroughly, thoroughly enjoyed this.

"Ad Astra per Aspera" by MonstrousRegiment and Pangea

It’s safe to say most people get off on the wrong foot with Tony Stark, but it’s also safe to say Steve Rogers makes a conscious effort to get along with everyone, and people might think one tendency compensates the other one and equilibrium is achieved. A neutral ground. That’s not what happens. Or, the story of how Tony Stark and Steve Rogers met and fell in love. A space opera with a lot of cursing, a lot of drinking, and a little bit of singing.

SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE! What more needs to be said? Yeah, that's what I thought.

And that's all the wonder I got this Wednesday!

Go forth: SteveTony lovers, fuckers, ambassadors, champions, perverts, freaks, losers, dreamers, legends! Read, re-read, kudo, comment, spread legs and spread love.

[puppy-coded]

Wax Hands {T.S.}

Warning(s): Angst, fostering/adoption, some fluff, Tony dying, endgame spoilers, the Watts Family(murder but not detailed), a little fluff and a few happy moments

Word Count: 1612 words

Prompt(s): Tiny Hand in Big Hand, “I’m worried about you.”

Pairing: Dad!Tony Stark x Child!reader

A/N: This is for @depressed-barnes 300 follower celebration! Congratulations and thank you for letting me participate! I would have gotten this out sooner if my internet wasn’t out last night and for most of this morning. Anyway... Hope you enjoy!

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Tony Stark, most famously known as the current co-owner of Stark Industries, which specializes in weapon manufacturing and shipping. Pepper Potts is Tony’s personal assistant and she realized that his public image is... not terrific. She encouraged him to adopt a dog or a cat, something that would make people think he had a heart.

Tony, being Tony, decides to become a foster parent. To a child. He applied, he did all his paperwork, he did everything to make sure he would get approved. About a month later he received a phone call about foster child placement. He got some basic information about a little 4 year old girl named (Y/N).

He painted your room a beautiful lavender, put in a nice, larger-than-any-four-year-old-needs bed, a large bookshelf, and a chest at the end of your bed with fluffy blankets and different stuffies.

When (Y/N) came into Tony’s care you were very shy but Tony was determined to get you to like him. He absolutely spoiled you. Eventually, after many late night talks over ice cream and chocolate milk, you loved Tony. They’d hang out almost everyday, shopping, talking, getting to know each other, laughing, making jokes, everything. Soon enough his image had turned. He headlined almost every time someone took a picture of you two together, usually accompanied by “He’s such a cute dad!” or something if a picture is posted online. Stark seemed to always be trending on Twitter because of this. 

It suddenly stopped when he went missing for almost a full year. Pepper took care of little (Y/N) and… it was hard for the both of them. 

One night (Y/N) comes into Pepper’s room, clutching a special bear that you had made with Tony at Build-A-Bear.

“Do you know where Tony is?” You asked sadly, climbing into your bed.

“I don’t (Y/N),” Pepper admits, wrapping your arms around the little girl.

“I want my daddy back!” You wailed, starting to sob into Pepper’s shoulder.

“I know,” Pepper said, stroking your hair. “I know.”

A week later he came back. The first thing he did, even before his press conference, was promise (Y/N) something.

“(Y/N),” He said, bending down to your level when you were still turned around.

“Daddy!” You screamed, jumping into his arms.

“Hey (N/N). Did you miss me?” He asked, keeping you in his unbroken arm.

“Mhm!”

“Well, I promise you that, once my arm gets all better, that I will spend a full week with you. Just you and me. How’s that sound?” He asked, he watched as your face slowly lit up.

You nodded your head enthusiastically and gave him another hug. He went into the press conference with a burger and was done after an hour. You didn’t know this until four months later but he signed the papers to formally adopt you. It took four months but you were his daughter now, though you both knew you always were.

True to his word, when his arm was better he took you out of state to an amusement park so he couldn’t be reached by his employees or be tempted to go home. It was nearing the end of the day and Tony said that you could do one more thing.

“What’s that?” You asked him, pointing to a wax hand station.

“Oh, it’s hot wax. You stick your hand in it, wait for it to dry, and they peel it off for you to take home,” Tony explained, already leading you to the stand.

You two had contemplated what you wanted and you both decided on peace signs. You went home with wax peace signs, a small one from you and a big one from him. 

It became a tradition. Wax hands every time you get the chance. He once put his hand in like he was offering someone his hand and gave it to you so “Every time you want someone to hold your hand then I’m there for you.”

Soon enough, in almost the blink of an eye, you were starting high school. You haven’t really made friends since you switched schools to Midtown Science High School. You just kept your head down and learned as much as you could. Tony noticed that it was starting to affect you. While he encouraged you to make friends he also knew that it was hard.

You did well in school all four years, at the expense of your sleep and mental health of course. Your junior year was the roughest. You had been working on your semester project in Tony’s lab at around one in the morning when Tony came down.

“(Y/N), why are you still awake?” He asked with his arms crossed. He wasn’t mad, just a little worried.

“Project,” You simply stated.

“I’m worried about you. You’ve been doing this all week,” He told you. He only knew you had been because of Friday but still.

“Don’t be, I’m fine,” You tried. Tony only stared at you. “Fine, I’ll get some sleep,” You sighed after a staring contest that went on for way too long.

The next night you did the same thing while listening to a true crime podcast. The case of the Watts family came on and you listened to the entire episode until a really disturbing piece of information came on. You dropped your tools immediately and burst into Tony’s room, trying not to cry. You shook your dad up and he immediately went into a fighting stance, even if tiredly.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong?” He asked.

“Can I sleep in here tonight…?” You asked, wiping your eyes. Tony nodded and scooted over.

“What happened?” He asked while you held his hand, your hands still small against his even at sixteen.

“I just realized that I love you and you’re my hero,” You said. “I don’t want to lose you ever.”

“You won’t until I’m old,” He said.

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“Pepper, where’s Morgan?” You asked, looking for your little sister. Even though you two were sixteen years apart you still enjoyed hanging out and playing with each other.

“Er… I don’t know. But I’m looking for your dad too, have you seen him?” She asked you, putting her hands on her hips and sighing.

“They’re probably together,” You reasoned.

You found Morgan and Tony in the woods having a tea party.

“What!” You yelled out. “Morgan, you had a tea party and didn’t invite me?” You jokingly asked.

“It was a daddy-daughter-stuffie-mom’s mask tea party,” Tony informed you matter-of-factly with a boa and tiara on, sipping “tea” Morgan made.

“(Y/N)!” Morgan had instantly abandoned the tea party and gave you a hug. “Wanna play?”

“Of course! That’s why I was looking for you! Oh, and I also made cupcakes,” You told her, walking back toward the cabin.

“Yay!” She exclaimed.

You, Morgan, Pepper, and a boa clad Tony had eaten cupcakes and conversed in the kitchen. It was pretty nice.

- 

You had stood with Peter, Morgan, and Harley at the funeral. It was at the lake behind your house. You could barely keep it together but felt like you had to for Morgan and Pepper. 

After the funeral people talked with each other, people gave you their condolences, the world seemed bleak, all your accomplishments seemed pointless. Everything was off.

You went into the house and cried in the lab, his lab. All the technology your dad had seemed untouchable now even though you used it all the time. You were walking around when you saw a folder labeled “(Y/N)’s drawings”. You opened it and it was everything you ever drew or colored for him. They all had dates and what you said they were. The latest date was 11/3/10, according to you it was a dog while, in reality it was just a cow with skinny legs. 

Now you just looked around for anything though you fully thought it was just the one folder. You opened a closet and it had boxes in it. 

“(Y/N)’s Projects”

“(Y/N)’s Gifts to Me”

“(Y/N)’s Old Stuffies She Might Want One Day”

“Build-A-Bear w/ (Y/N)”

One box in particular caught your eye.

“Wax Hands w/ (Y/N)”

You took it out and it was every wax hand he’d ever made with you. Half hearts, peace signs, the hand he offered to you… You took it and went into your room. You put it on your desk and put you hand in it. Your hands still looked small compared to it. You smiled slightly and let the tears finally flow.

You missed him.

“You know, he had a program just for you too,” Peter said. You jumped and turned to him. “It was the Put It On The Fridge one. Every time you said something and he was proud of it he would tell F.R.I.D.A.Y to add it,” He told you before walking out. “I’m sorry for barging in and for your loss.”

That night you had been at your desk, trying to finish a paper, holding your dads wax hand and you were curious.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y… What’s everything (Y/N) has ever said that’s on the Put It On The Fridge program?” You asked up at your ceiling to the AI.

She showed you and it was smart things you said, sarcasm, awkward moments, bad things you’ve done and have admitted to doing. He was proud of you. For everything it seemed.

That night you went to bed knowing that.

You got peace for the first time in the last couple of months.

[1-800-gaygentsofshield]

you + me = ? | n.r.

summary: after the war you and Natasha settle down, deciding to start a family in your cozy little home. The problem is though, how many times can hope be ignited before it fully burns out?

warnings: (trying to get pregnant) reader, canon/sterile Nat, swearing, Nat and you cry, post-endgame, sprinkle of angst with a very fluffy ending

word count: 4,016

im having baby fever rn im so sorry

-flashback, pre-endgame-

"I wanna have a family." Your voice is barely above a whisper as you both look up at the night sky, laying in the garden atop the Avengers compound. "What?" Nat asks softly, breaking out of her trance as she looks at you. You're laying on her chest and her arm is wrapped your back, Nat's other arm folded up behind her head.

"I wanna have a family, with you." You repeat yourself, making eye contact with your girlfriend as her brows furrow. "Y/n.." Nat's voice is hesitant and panic floods your chest, your eyes widening as you move to sit up. "Oh my god I'm so sorry, that was so quick-" You apologize quickly as you avoid Natasha's gaze, the redhead sitting up with you.

You've dated Natasha for two years but everything has been slow, knowing how the assassin will close herself off if you try and move too fast (emotion wise).

"Hey Y/n no." Nat says softly as she looks at your side profile, a soft frown forming on her face as she sees you. "That's not the reason why." She says as she gently turns your head to face her, fingertips delicately grabbing your chin. "I do want to have a family with you, moya lyubov'..it's just that I can't." Nat whispers and you finally lock eyes with her, seeing the pain and sadness on her face. "What do you mean?' You ask carefully and she sighs, waiting a beat before deciding to tell you. "In the Red Room me and all of my other group mates were sterilized..it was like a sick graduation ceremony that prevented us from having a family of our own." She tells you and hurt immediately grips at your heart, seeing Nat avert her gaze for a moment.

"Why?" You question and she purses her lips together, one of your hands rubbing her knee gently. "So we would never have any distraction from our mission..so that our only purpose in life was to kill and be used as a weapon." Disgust drips from Nat's voice at the last part, your soft hands on her wrist bringing her back to reality. "Im so sorry Nat, I shouldn't have anything I didn't know-" You start to apologize again but Nat stops you with a soft shake of her head, a bittersweet smile on her face. "Don't apologize, Y/n. I'm the one who should be sorry for not being able to give you the family that you deserve." She says and now it's your turn to shake your head, grabbing Nat's hands and caressing them gently. "Its alright baby." You smile gently before an idea pops into your head, your eyes lighting up and Nat gives you a look of curiosity.

"Besides.." You start, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "If you really..truly..wanted a family with me, there could still be other options. Like adopting or getting a surrogate..or I could get pregnant instead." You suggest and Natasha's eyes light up like the stars in the night sky, a small laugh escaping your lips as you see the excitement on her face.

"Really?! You'd do that?" She asks and you nod your head, giving your girlfriend a soft kiss before laughing. "Mmhm, but you'd have to put a ring on it first, Miss Romanoff." You giggle and Nat wraps her arms around you again, both of you laying back down on the blanket. "Im planning to, future Mrs.Romanoff."

-present day, post-endgame-

You nervously pace around the bathroom as you wait for the three minutes to be up, Natasha sitting on the edge of the bathtub and observing you walk back and forth. The pregnancy test is laying by the sink and you can’t help but glance at it every few seconds, not having felt this nervous since battling Thanos and his army. You’ve faced gods, powerful Titans, super soldiers, but you’re sure this the most nerve wracking thing you’ve ever had to do. Once the timer on Natasha’s phone goes off, you practically jump towards the sink, Natasha leaning forward a bit more on the bathtub. Picking up the white and pink pregnancy test, you nervously turn it over in your hands, eyes scanning the small window for the results.

Natasha doesn’t even have to ask for the results when she sees your shoulders slump and your face drop, quickly getting up from the bathtub to wrap you up in her arms. Hugging you from behind, she can see the negative test in your hands, gently kissing your cheek when you don’t say anything. “It’s okay baby, we can try again.” She says softly and you shake your head, slowly placing the test down and closing your eyes.

“Nat, what if somethings wrong with me?” You whisper and her arms hug you closer, tears pooling under your eyelids in frustration. “Nothing is wrong with you malysh.” Natasha reassures you and you turn in her arms, releasing a shaky breath as you press your face into her neck. “Three times Nat..three fucking times..” You sigh and she only holds you closer, knowing how much hope the both of you had for this one. “I know, I know.” Nat hums softly as she rocks the two of you back and forth gently, feeling the hope starting to dwindle from you. “What if we just weren’t meant to have a biological children? What if we weren’t meant to have lives after the war?” You question out loud and Natasha pulls back, gently tilting your chin up so you can look her in the eyes. “Hey no, don’t say that. We were meant to have a family Y/n, biological or not.” Nat takes a pause to brush some hair out of your face.

“Let’s try one more time, okay? And if that doesn’t work then we can look into other options.” She continues and you think for a moment, not knowing if you could go through the hope and pain again. “Okay.” You whisper softly and Nat nods her head. “Okay.” She echos you before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, pulling you back in for a hug.

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Nat’s leg is bouncing up and down as she watches the timer tick down, only ten more seconds before you can check. This is the last try, all or nothing. You’re too anxious to pace this time, instead opting to sit next to Natasha and leaning into her as you watch her leg bounce. “You know..whatever happens, I love you.” Nat says softly when she sees you blankly stare at her knee, lost in thought about what’s going to happen. “I love you too.” You reply equally as soft as you look up at your wife, grabbing her hand and intertwining them slowly.

Leaning into each other, you both share a soft kiss, love shining through the small interaction. You both only pull away when the timer dings, Natasha rubbing your back as you sigh and get up. It feels like time slows down as you walk towards the sink, heart pounding in your chest as you reach out to grab the test. The bathroom is silent as you pick it up and flip it over, looking at the little window for the results. You’re silent as you look at the results, body frozen in place as you stare at the test. Natasha’s brows furrow and she gets up, sighing as she rubs her temples.

“Baby I’m so sorry-” “It’s positive.” You interrupt Nat midway through her sentence, your voice in disbelief as you see those two pink lines. “What?” Natasha asks, unsure if she heard you right. “It’s positive.” You repeat as you turn to face her, pregnancy test in hand as you smile from ear to ear. “You’re pregnant?” Natasha asks, almost in disbelief as she stares at you. “I’m pregnant.” You nod your head and Natasha immediately sweeps you up in her arms, hugging you right and picking you up from the ground. “Holy shit! We’re gonna have a baby!” Nat laughs as she spins you around, joyful giggles falling from your lips as you cling onto your wife.

“Oh my god we’re gonna have a baby.” Nat breathes out as she comes to a stop, quickly putting you down once the realization hits her brain. “Shit, you’re pregnant we need to be careful.” She says and you only laugh, pulling her down a bit to kiss her. “You don’t need to be that a careful dummy, but yes..I’m pregnant.”

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“Tony gave us an iron man onesie.” You laugh as you hold up the tiny piece of clothing, Natasha grinning as she watches you. Even though the announcement was made a week ago, the gifts have been steadily pouring in, Tony insisting that he pays for the majority of the things that are needed for the new arrival.

He paid for the crib, the high chair, the car seat, most of the nursery, and all the bottles and toys a newborn could ask for. Pepper had a huge part in it too, having experience since bringing Morgan into the world. “That man is self centered.” Natasha laughs as she walks over to where you’re sitting, her heart full of love as she kneels down next to you.

“Mmhm.” You hum in agreement as you fold the article of clothing away, Natasha handing you the next gift. You’re about sixteen weeks along and you’re already showing, a small baby bump forming from your midsection. You both decided to wait until the second trimester to tell the rest of the team, wanting to enjoy the first few months in peace.

Natasha watches you wordlessly as you open a gift from Steve, a smile tugging on her lips as she sees the captain america pacifier. “I love you so much.” She blurts out randomly and your head turns to face her, a smile on your face as you gently kiss her.

“You’ve gone soft Romanoff.” You tease and she only laughs, gently kissing you again. “I blame you, you’ve made me domestic.” She grins and you roll your eyes, placing the gift to the side.

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As the pregnancy goes along, you start to notice Natasha’s lack of touch, the redhead only going as far as running her hands through your hair or holding your shoulders. You have no idea what has gotten into her and you're determined to investigate, missing the way Natasha used to spoon and cuddle you all day.

Your questions were finally answered when one day you and Natasha were watching TV in bed, the redhead's arm slung around your shoulder as you lean into her. When the commercial break finally came on, you turned your head to look at your wife, curiosity written all over your face. "Why don't you cuddle me anymore, Nat?" You ask softly and she looks at you with confusion, lowering down the volume on the TV. "What do you mean? I cuddle you all the time baby." She says and you shake your head, reaching up and gently toying with her hair.

"Ever since I've gotten pregnant you've treated me like I could break at any moment, what are you so afraid of?" You question and Natasha sighs, glancing at her lap for a moment before answering. "With these hands I've done some awful things Y/n..things too horrific to say out loud. I feel like if I touch you or the baby I'll just ruin it, or hurt you..like everything else in my life." Nat confesses softly and your heart melts at how scared your wife is, knowing how much she's struggled with her past and with the red in her ledger. "Natasha Romanoff." You whisper, gently grabbing her hands to put them in between the two of you. "You are the kindest," You start, gently kissing her knuckle. "Most caring." another kiss, "Most selfless" another kiss, "Person I've ever met" another kiss. "And I know, with my whole heart and soul, you would never do anything to hurt me or the baby." You look up at her and gently rub your knuckles over the back of her hands. "So please stop acting like you will. These are the hands that I love, the hands that will raise our child, they're strong and secure, so stop thinking otherwise." You finish as you wordlessly move both your hands towards your belly, gently placing Natasha's hands over the bump.

The redhead is stunned as your hands rest over hers, the baby suddenly kicking. A wide smile spreads across your face as you both look down at your belly, the baby never having kicked before. "That was the first time they've ever kicked." You inform Natasha and you could see her still processing that fact. "That's our baby?" She asks softly and you laugh, nodding your head. "Mmhm, that's our baby. They recognized their mama." You say fondly as the baby kicks again, Natasha's heart bursting with warmth as she looks at you.

Slowly, Natasha moves to lay down on the bed, resting her head right beside your bump and holding it gently. "Hi malen'kiy golub'." She whispers softly, your hand coming down to gently play with her hair. You smile as you watch Natasha gently cuddle with your bump, knowing without a doubt that she's going to be a great mother.

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Placing the stuffed animals down on the table, you turn to look at Natasha, a giggle coming from your lips as you walk over to her. "What?" Nat grins as she turns to face you, putting the paintbrush down to the side.

"You're a mess." You laugh as you rub some pastel green paint from her cheek, both of you deciding that the nursery would be painted a light grey with a pastel green accent wall. "I'm still hot though." She teases and you only roll your eyes, cupping her face as you gently kiss her.

"Yeah yeah you're always hot." You laugh and Natasha looks around the room, grinning at the stack of Avenger's themed stuffed animals your team gave you. "They're all trying to be known as the cool uncle aren't they?" She asks softly and you nod your head, knowing that whatever Avenger your child takes after will forever have that bragging right.

"Let them have their fun, they're happy for us." You smile and Nat only sighs, shaking her head with a small smile on her face.

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You feel like Natasha was more anxious than you when you went into labour, your water breaking in the middle of the night. There wasn't any dramatic screaming or freaking out, you just calmly pushed the sheet back and let out a soft "huh" as you saw the damp bedsheets.

"Oh, okay we're doing this." You say before turning on the light, acting like it was any other day as you gently shake Natasha awake. "Nat, baby wake up." You whisper softly as Natasha stirs, squinting at the light once her eyes opened. "Y/n? What's wrong?" Nat mumbles sleepily as she rubs the sleep from her eyes, seeing you in a sitting up position.

"My water broke." You say and it takes a second for the words to process in Natasha's brain, the redhead suddenly sitting up and fully awake. "What? Okay okay it's happening. It's happening." Nat says as she pushes the sheets off herself, her mind immediately going to all the books she's read over the past nine months. You've already packed your hospital bags a few weeks in advance so you aren't too stressed about it, only needing to change and grab a few extra things. Natasha, on the other hand, is working on full overdrive, pulling on sweatpants and making sure everything is in order.

"Natasha, baby." You say as you gently grab her arm, needing your wife to slow down if you're going to survive the next few days. "You need to calm down my love." You say softly as you hold onto her shoulders, making the redhead look at you and take a few deep breaths. "Okay..okay. I'm sorry. I'm just nervous." Natasha admits and you nod your head, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"It's okay to be nervous Nat, you just need so slow down. We haven't even gotten to the hospital yet." You laugh softly and she nods her head, waiting a few more moments before stepping back slowly. "Okay, let's have a baby."

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Your head is resting back against Natasha's shoulder as she acts like a backrest to you, allowing you to grip onto her hand when your contractions hit. Nat has been nothing but supportive the entire time, humming reassuring words into your ear as the pain washes over your body.

"Fuck." You whimper once another round of contractions end, Natasha's hand coming up to gently push back the sweaty hairs sticking to your forehead. "You're doing amazing baby, I'm so proud of you." She hums and you sigh, closing your eyes as you feel your wife rub your back. It's quiet as you feel Natasha's hands move down to your bump, rubbing your stomach softly as she sighs.

"Come on malen'kiy golub, your mommies are so excited to meet you." Nat coos and you smile into her neck, warmth flooding your chest as you listen to her. "And I know all of your aunties and uncles are excited to meet you too. We're so excited to hug you, and kiss you, and watch you grow." She hums as she rubs small circles on your belly.

"So please come out before your mommy kills me." Both of you laugh and you snuggle more into Natasha's embrace. "You're going to be an amazing mom." You whisper and Nat grins, looking at you with a quirked eyebrow. "Yeah?" She asks and you nod your head. "Yeah..I couldn't have asked for a more amazing wife, best friend, and now..a mother to our daughter." You hum and Nat blushes, kissing you gently.

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Your eyebrows furrow as you grip onto Natasha’s hand, pain coursing through your body as you deliver the baby. “You’re doing amazing y/n, almost there.” Nat says as you practically crush her hand, hiding the pain in her face as she watches you. "Congratulations, it's a healthy baby girl." The doctor announces as the baby's cries fill the room, your chest heaving as you lay back. Nat cuts the umbilical cord ("I've seen worst in Budapest") and they place the baby on your chest, draping a blanket over the two of you to keep you warm.

"Hi baby." You coo as you hold your child close to your chest, Natasha standing next to you with unshed tears in her eyes. You look up at her and sniffle (you're crying so hard at this point) as you see the look of awe on her face, smiling as you gently reach out to grab her hand. Softly placing her hand atop of the baby's blanketed back, she slowly moves her thumb, the child's cries quieting at both of her mother's touch. Nat is speechless as she watches the tiny newborn cling onto your chest, loving the warmth radiating off of your body.

"She's a boob man, just like her mama." Nat whispers and you laugh, that being the first thing that comes to her mind. Your child's hand slowly comes up and wraps her fingers around Natasha's thumb, that being the breaking point for the tears as they finally fall down her cheek.

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"Are you gonna hold her or are you just going to stare at me?" You ask as Natasha watches you and Mila sit on the bed, the two of you now alone with your child. Natasha looks hesitant as she walks over to you, never feeling so nervous as you look up at her.

"You aren't going to break her Nat." You say and Nat's eyebrows furrow, seeing the tiny infant look up at her with Y/c/e. The baby took from both you and Natasha, having scarlet red hair from her and beautiful y/c/e from you. "I just don't know..I mean what if I drop her? What if I do something wrong?" Nat worries her bottom lip between her teeth and you only beckon her to come closer, scooting over so she can sit on the hospital bed.

"You won't Nat, I promise." You reassure her and she slowly sits down on the bed, following your instructions as she places her hands out. Gently transferring the baby into her arms, you smile as Mila looks up at her mama, letting out a soft "gah". "See? She loves you already." You hum as you rub Mila's hair gently, seeing the love on Natasha's face. "Hi Mila." Nat breathes out as you rest your head on her shoulder, watching your wife interact with the baby. The tears return to Natasha's eyes as the newborn looks up at her, her emotions going everywhere as she processes that this is her child, her little bundle of joy that she gets the privilege of sharing with you. "Thank you." Nat whispers out as she looks at you, a smile on her face as she sniffles.

"For what?" You question and she only kisses you softly, smile still on her face as she pulls away. "For giving me another reason to live for." She whispers and her statement covers a wide range, thank you for being her wife, thank you for giving her a chance, thank you for her daughter, thank you for giving her the family she's always wanted, just thank you.

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Mila's cries ring out through your room and pierce your eardrums, rousing you and Nat from your slumber.

"Mm, I've got it." You sleepily mumble out of instinct as you start to get up, now used to getting woken up in the dead of night.

Mila still doesn't have a sleep schedule since she's a newborn so sometime's she'll sleep for a few hours and other times only for ten minutes.

This time around though, you get gently pushed back onto the bed by Natasha, feeling a comforting kiss placed on your temple as your wife gets up. "I've got it, moya lyubov'." She whispers and you don't have enough energy to resist, watching as Nat walks over to the bassinet. "Hi malen'kiy golub, you have a healthy set of lungs don't you?" Nat mumbles sleepily as she pulls the newborn from the crib, cradling the baby to her chest and gently rocking her back and forth. "Yeah I know, it's okay baby. It's okay, mama's got you." She hums as the baby's cries slowly die down, you still sitting on the bed as you watch your wife in awe. "Your mommies need their sleep huh little one, that sounds nice doesn't it." Nat yawns and you cant help but smile.

"But don't worry, every time you wake up we'll be here okay? We'll love you and hug you each time you cry. And I'm gonna protect you, malen'kiy golub. I won't let anything happen to you or your mommy, I promise." Natasha coos as she continues to rock Mila, not noticing how you're wide awake now. It's a soft, quiet vow, spoken in the dead of night, that Natasha will protect her family with everything she has in her..and it makes you fall more in love with her, if that's even possible.

Getting up, you make your way over to your wife, gently placing your hands on her shoulders to notify her of your presence. She knew you were coming as soon as she heard the bedsheets rustle, even in her tired state she was looking out for the two of you. "Hi." Nat greets you softly and you only hum, a tired smile on your face as you rest your head on her shoulder. Your hand comes up and is gently placed on Mila's back, rubbing soft circles on her onesie. Natasha's heart swells as she looks at her small family, smiling when you kiss her cheek. "I love you." You whisper before looking down at your daughter. "And I love you too." You hum, gently kissing her fiery red hair. Nat kisses your temple gently and closes her eyes, finally at peace with her daughter in her arms and you at her side.

[gralunaisland]

if you were writing fairy tail how would you go about developing Graylu as an endgame couple?

Endgame GraLu

Thank you so much for asking! I think I talked about that a little already if you want to check out my other #gralu posts on my blog, but as for how I would develop them? That's a good, hard question. I feel like my answer might not be satisfying, but I’ll give it a shot! This won’t really be as fluffy or fanfic-y as my other posts, just me kinda spitballing about it.

After they started dating, (here's a mini fic about how I might write that and how their relationship might look like in this post, I highly suggest you read that and this post about why like GraLu for a full understanding of why/how they’d work as an endgame couple), I would have Lucy and Gray finally confront juvia and the guild for their mistreatment of Gray. All that gaslighting by their guild-mates and juvia's incessant slobbering over him--yeah that's gotta end first and foremost. Lucy certainly wouldn’t accept it, and would stand up to everyone on his behalf. Gray would draw from her impetuous strength and would also finally put his foot down and not humor juvia any more.

I'd want them to have the time to develop more of a relationship: going on quests and jobs alone together, exploring the world, just hanging out, learning how to synchronize their magic etc. They basically would need more one-on-one time, which they would enjoy immensely no matter what they did, but since they both love their guild so much, they wouldn't leave the guild and would still spend a lot of time with Fairy Tail. I think they’d still go on tons of adventures with Team Natsu because they are Team Natsu. UNLIKE SOMEONE, they can have lives outside of their romance.

Lots of people would definitely tease them about it, from Happy to Mira to Erza to basically everyone (I’d imagine Natsu would be a mite jealous so he wouldn’t), but they all would agree that each completes the other.

I don’t think the two of them would act that lovey-dovey in public ie in front of Fairy Tail members. It’s not so much that they’re too embarrassed—though Lucy definitely gets embarrassed by all the teasing and constantly has to tell people to shut it—it’s more because when they’re with the guild, they like to enjoy the community and wouldn’t want to act like they’re excluding others or in their own world. Their friends are their family after all. Dating wouldn’t change that.

juvia would have a hard time accepting this as you’d imagine, might even try to kill the two of them as she’s shown to be capable of attempting several times before, and might just in the end up and leave the guild (if she isn’t expelled because of her trying to hurt Gray and Lucy), plotting vengeance one way or another. Lucy would be relieved just for Gray’s sake; she’s not the jealous type after all. Gray would be relieved for his own sake too haha, might feel bad for her though because he’s a big softie sometimes, but Lucy grounds him well, affirming him and letting him know he’s safer now.

Anyway, if I was the author, I’d just make more sweet moments between them. I think they already have the perfect basis for a relationship, being best friends who can joke and be themselves with each other, so barely anything would have to change, just the amount of moments really.

In the manga I’m not sure I’d go as far as to show how they get married, though I’d definitely want them to be eventually. If I did though, I think it would be really cute if they had the wedding in the cold mountains of Gray’s hometown to honor Ur and his parents who couldn’t be there. This would’ve been Lucy’s idea. They would have ways of keeping the guests warm through magic I’m sure. Lucy would have a custom made winter wedding dress, and Gray would wear a black suit (going naked is going a bit too far in honoring Ur haha). Everyone from Fairy Tail and the guilds that they both have friends in would come, and there’d be lots of tears. Aquarius would find a way to be there despite her broken key, huffing and saying it was about time Lucy got married, but also crying nonstop. It’d be funny if during their first dance, Gray danced like he did in the Eclipse Celestial Spirit arc with Cancer, but maybe that’s too comedic haha.

After the reception, I think Gray and Lucy would honeymoon by traveling all over the country and beyond. They would first make sure to visit the graves of Layla and Jude, and then to Isvan to Silver’s to pay their respects, but then the sky’s the limit on their honeymoon adventure.

Idk how much time one could spend on that since there are other characters and storylines to be written, so that might be it for that lil arc.

Both of them definitely want to have kids. Gray wants to be the father he lost so young. He doesn’t want his children to feel as helpless as he did, and wants to protect them like Ur protected him. Lucy also wants to be the mother she lost so young, being just like Layla and teaching her children to be kind no matter what. She really appreciates it how she doesn’t have to worry about Gray becoming like her father, and yet she would only tell her kids about all the good things Jude did.

They wouldn’t have children super soon—they’re only teens in the anime anyway—and I’m sure they’d have lots of work to do saving the world time and again, but when they did, while still in their prime ofc, I’d want to break the trope of having one boy and one girl, so I think I’d have them have both boys and maybe they’d be twins. They might name them Urek and Layland to honor Ur and Layla (yes yes lots of honoring their parents/parent figures but they were really important to these two you know?) One would have Gray’s eye shape and the other something more similar to Lucy’s but not quite bc her eyes are too big for an anime dude, but maybe both of their eyes are a deep brown, and one had blonde and the other had black hair. (Maybe I’ll try to draw these two!)

I feel like this was a really brain dead post of mine, but I tried spurring my sleepy brain to put something down, so please forgive the randomness of it TvT Please send another ask if you’re not satisfied and wanted something specific!

[wish-that-i-was-buckys-girl]

Hi! How are you!? Hope you're good 😁 Could I request a BuckyxFem!Reader oneshot? ❤️

A mission goes wrong. The reader and Bucky are trapped in a cell surrounded by several HYDRA agents. One of them says the keywords to activate the Winter Soldier just at the moment when Steve and Tony appear to help them, they fight against Bucky trying to make him the same again until a scream takes him out of that personality: the reader is wounded, wanting to protect him from another HYDRA agent getting in the way of the bullet. Bucky becomes him again and takes the reader in his arms to return to the quinjet.

Maybe lots of angst and fluffy ending with them confessing eachothers love at the hq?

Thank you so much!!!!!!! ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

A/N: Hi guys! Wow it’s great to be back and free from college stress. I received this request two months ago, and again I am so sorry it took this long for me to make it, but writing academic papers had absolutely kicked my ass this past semester. This ask obviously takes place where Bucky has not been to Wakanda yet to get his trigger words removed. I hope you guys enjoy! I am a little rusty, and not sure if I should write from the first person perspective or third person perspective for Y/N fanfictions so let me know what you guys prefer. Happy Summer!

Pairings: Bucky x female!Reader

Warnings: Talks of blood, gun violence. Other than that I don’t think there is anything else.

Word Count: 2.5k

You’re My Endgame

The floor was cold. It’s not like you haven’t endured worse, but the concrete you had been resting your head on was less than inviting. Your body was rigid due to the freezing temperatures and the uncomfortable position you curled your body into. The HYDRA facility you had been captured at was in Lithuania, Bucky promised he knew it like the back of his hand. Things had changed since his work and internal torment as the Winter Soldier, something he wasn’t expecting due to lack of funds on their part. Unfortunately, no one could’ve predicted there were spies in SHIELD funneling crazy amounts of money into new buildings and updating new HYDRA facilities and weapons.

You decided to sit up and stretch your limbs. It had felt like weeks you were being held hostage, but in actuality it was only a day at most. The HYDRA agents kept you and Bucky busy with periodic torture. You’ve been kicked, punched, beaten into the ground even but neither of you talked. Bucky was more familiar with these torture treatments than anyone, but he focused all of his attention on you.

He was the first real friend you had made at the Avengers’ campus. He had trauma, you had trauma, one of the best bonding factors you had both concluded. He listened to stories of your abusive childhood, being trained by your father as his own personal assassin, and he would share whatever he was comfortable telling you. You never poked and prodded. You knew you were more open than most when it came to over sharing experiences. Talking helped some people, others not so much.

You stood up and shook out your arms and legs. Once you stopped, you assessed the bruises on each body part, counting how many had accumulated over the canvas that was your skin. 48 in total. A new record.

You looked over at Bucky to see he was lying in a similar position to you, close enough that you were in arms reach but not too close that you were uncomfortable with his touch. You were both exhausted from the continuous torture, touching was not in anyone’s best interest at this point in time.

He groaned softly, beginning to stretch his limbs out as well. Trying to turn a horrible situation into a lighter occasion (as if that were possible), you cracked a joke in Bucky’s direction.

“Good morning sunshine, I see you decided to join me for our delicious gourmet breakfast” you gestured to nothing behind you on the concrete floor.

Bucky cracked a smile “Good thing I didn’t miss it, I’m starving” he joked back. You understood each other’s humor and personality so well.

“How’re you feeling Buck? I know they did a number on you after me” you looked down at him somberly.

He shook his head “Don’t worry about me. Show me your arms and legs. I wanna see how much they hurt you.”

You rolled your eyes. “Buck I’m fine. I can hold my own just the same as you. We are trained for these situations.”

Bucky rolled his eyes back at you. “Did I ask if you were trained? No. In fact I didn’t ask you anything at all. Show me your goddamn body Y/N”

You didn’t want to stress him out anymore, so you just knelt down in front of him and started showing him your arms. He hovered over them, careful not to touch your delicate flesh. His phase was full of confusion, anger, and something else you couldn’t quite put your finger on. He shook his head, not even wanting to see your legs if this is what your arms looked like. He didn’t want to upset himself even more, which would in turn make you upset.

“Lay back down Y/N. You need to rest, even if it is on concrete. We can’t have your pretty self looking like that when we get back to the compound now can we?” Bucky replied, trying to lighten the mood once again. It was worth a shot.

Bucky always told you you were pretty, never really thinking anything of it. Steve or Natasha was his endgame, and you respected that. You were best friends and best friends always complimented each other like that. You definitely didn’t need to make your relationship more complicated, even if you were desperately in love with him. You would keep those feelings locked down in the deepest crevices of your brain, unwilling to share with anyone.

You smiled towards Bucky, getting ready to sit back down when you heard the door to the basement unlock. You both winced at the sound, turning to look at each other with dread in your eyes. 

Please dear god no more. We can’t take anymore. 

You wanted to keep Bucky safe from HYDRA’s wrath, and he wanted to do the same for you. Given the circumstances however, it was near impossible. Bucky felt helpless that he couldn’t properly protect you against their torture, only adding to his mental torment. He was in pure agony, and hearing that door again made him want to scream out to a higher power he didn’t believe in. 

“Rise and shine dirtbags, we have a new surprise for you today” the first HYDRA agent said with a small smirk on his face. 

You had no idea what they had in store for you today, always expecting the worst. You definitely were not prepared for what they were planning to do to you today.

“You, girl, have you ever met those they call the Winter Soldier?” the second HYDRA agent asked.

You had no idea what he was talking about, honestly thinking he was talking about Bucky. You knew he had been called the Winter Soldier in the past, but Bucky never shared much of his trauma. You didn’t know to the full extent what he was capable of, he never wanted you to know what he was capable of. In response, you nodded with a confused look on your face.

Bucky, however, knew exactly what he was talking about. His heart felt like it had dropped to his stomach, unable to prepare for what was about to happen. He started shaking his head furiously, begging softly. “Please, please don’t do this. I’ll do anything, just please don’t do this. Not with her.” You could see the pain in his eyes.

A third HYDRA agent strutted into the room, just as smug as the other two. He was holding a red book with a black star on it. You thought it was just a log of what torture they had performed on you, but it was much more sinister based off of Bucky backing up into the far corner of the room with absolute dread in his eyes. That’s when the third HYDRA agent started to speak.

“Longing, rusted, seventeen.” Your confusion only grew as the HYDRA agent spoke these words, but your confusion slowly faded as concern took over. You looked over to Bucky who was squinting his eyes as he hugged his rigid body. He was whispering “No, no god please no, please stop.”

You walked over to him gently, crouching. “Bucky? Bucky what’s wrong..”

The second HYDRA agent took the book from the third, continuing reciting the words “Daybreak, furnace, nine.” Everyone’s smile grew wider except yours and Bucky’s. He was starting to shake from fear and anger, knowing what was about to happen. Bucky screamed at you, something he had never done before in his life. “Y/N, get away from me. Just stay away!” 

You were a strong woman, never faltering during a mission, especially in times of crisis, but you felt like curling up into a ball and crying. You were worried, disoriented, and even worse, you couldn't do a damn thing about it. The words kept flowing from the HYDRA agents’ mouths. 

“Benign, homecoming, one” the HYDRA agents spouted in unison. Bucky was screaming in pain. You couldn't bear to look at him, tears streaming down your face as you heard his agony. This was far worse than any torture inflicted on you yet. 

Then, the final word was spoken. 

“Freight Car”

Bucky’s eyes shot wide open. His rigid body remained the same, only beginning to stand instead of hugging himself in the fetal position. That’s when he spoke.

“готов подчиниться”

You understood the meaning, but didn't understand what your best friend had become. That’s when an explosion behind the three HYDRA agents erupted, causing everyone to become disoriented. 

Debris had been blown everywhere, dust clouding your vision and settling all around you. You didn’t see Bucky, you didn’t see the HYDRA agents. All you could see was a glow. It came from beyond where the explosion came from. You began squinting, trying to identify what was heading in your direction. That’s when you began to see flashes of the one and only “Hot Rod” red, along with the Star Spangled Man with a Plan. Although you wanted to smile at your rescue, your thoughts were all encompassed by Bucky. You hadn't known what happened to him, only knowing he was in extreme pain, now missing. You yelled out to Tony and Steve. 

“Over here!! I’m over here. Do you guys see Bucky??”

That’s when you heard a shift in the rubble, only a few short feet from where you were lying. A metal arm had popped out of the ground, reminiscent of the scene in the Evil Dead. 

Thank God. At least I know where he is. 

You worked slowly over to where he had appeared out of the ground. You began removing the stones off of his body with vigor. You could finally see his face and somewhat of his body, calling out his name. 

“Bucky? Bucky tell me if you’re hurt. Bucky please talk to me. You’re scaring me”

His expression remained blank, awaiting orders from whoever was willing to give them first. 

That’s when you heard the faint commands of a fallen HYDRA agent, determined to finish his job. 

“Attack”

Bucky’s reaction was immediate. He grabbed your throat with force, causing you to claw at his metal arm with what little energy you had left. Gasping and kicking your feet as he held you in the air, you tried calling out to him. This was your best friend, surely he had to recognize you. That’s when Steve threw his shield directly at Bucky’s legs, causing him to loosen his grip on your neck.

You fell to the ground coughing, your body begging for air as you inhaled so sharply you thought your chest would explode. Your coughing didn’t stop for a few seconds, only being brought back from reality when you heard the clash of vibranium on vibranium. You looked up to see Steve and Bucky fighting, Steve screaming “Buck! Buck it’s us!”

Bucky replied with angry grunts, not understanding anything but his commands. While Steve and Bucky fought, Tony was busy securing the area, taking out other HYDRA agents who had flooded the scene. You didn’t know what to do, but you knew Bucky was your top priority. You called out to him several times, hoping he would realize it was you. Your cries fell on deaf ears, however, as he continued to fight Steve with all of his might. 

You quickly glanced at everything going on, that’s when you noticed a HYDRA agent Tony had missed while fending them off. He was holding a loaded pistol, directly in Steve and Bucky’s direction. Before you could truly process what was going on, you heard the gunshot go off. At this point you weren’t too far away from them, sprinting in their direction to protect them from the bullet. You launched yourself in their direction, screaming in pain as your body was pushed to it’s limits already in pain. As you fell to the ground, you barely noticed the bullet had entered your right shoulder. Figuring the pain was from landing on sharp stones, you groaned loudly. 

As soon as you screamed, Bucky was ripped from his Winter Soldier persona and back into reality. However, Steve didn't see his realization, landing a punch straight to Bucky’s jaw, sending him staggering back. Both Steve and Bucky turned their attention to you, lying on the ground and bleeding everywhere. Bucky, who couldn’t care less about the fact that he just got punched in the face, moved over to your body with haste.

He looked down at you softly, covered in dirt and blood. His heart wretched in his chest, knowing all of this could’ve been avoided if he just double checked the layouts of the base before invading the building for their mission. “Y/N? Y/N sweetheart talk to me please” he said as he picked your head up gently to lay in his lap. You coughed up a little spittle of blood as you turned to look at him with tenderness in your eyes.

“Bucky? Is, is it you?”

He smiled down at you, with tears rolling down his cheeks. 

“Yes sweetheart, it’s me. Just hang in there for me okay? We’re gonna get you to the quinjet. It’s gonna be okay.” You could hear the cracks in his voice as he spoke to you, but couldn't focus on it for too long. Both your vision and your hearing were starting to waver, going in and out as the chaos ensued around you. 

The last words you remembered hearing before everything went back was Bucky’s voice. 

“Don’t leave me now sweet girl, I need you. Please don’t go, you’re it for me.”

He continued talking, but lost consciousness as he spoke. Everything was dark.

_______________________________________________________________________

You woke up, looking at an absolutely blinding light. You squinted as you opened your eyes, not fully able to open them completely thanks to the mini sun above your head. 

You began to move your limbs, realizing that someone was holding your left hand. You looked over to see Bucky, sitting with you in the quinjet infirmary, his head hung low and gentle sobs escaping his mouth. 

You spoke up softly, unable to speak at a normal tone. 

“Bucky?” 

Bucky picked up his head, eyes puffy and red from the crying, not expecting you to be awake so soon after how much blood you had lost. 

“Y/N? Oh god, oh sweetheart” he stood up and kissed your forehead, not wanting to move your body by embracing you with a hug.

You smiled up at him as he hovered above your face, taking in your beauty.

He spoke with a quiver in his voice. 

“I, I thought I’d lost you. All because I was a fucking idiot who couldn't do my job before the mission, Y/N I am so sorry, I don’t, I never wanted you to see me that way. I’m so stupid, I’m-” you stopped Bucky from continuing his pity party by raising your left hand to his lips, shushing him with one finger. 

You gently removed your hand and lifted your head slightly to meet his lips with yours. You both closed your eyes as your lips met, savoring how delicious you both tasted, even post mission. You deepened the kiss slightly, angling your head so you both had more access to each other’s mouths. You held the kiss for what seemed like forever, finally decided to pull away softly. 

Staring into his beautiful ocean blue eyes, smiling up at him while holding the back of his head, you spoke softly “You are Bucky Barnes, and you’re my endgame.”

[crimefightingspiderguy]

to be so lonely

Summary: “Hi could you do angst spider man x female reader but with fluffy ending please and thank you.” (REQUESTED BY @icequeen2021)

Warnings: Torture is mentioned and injuries do occur. Spoilers for Spider-Man: Far From Home and Avengers: Infinity War & Endgame.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word count: 4,494

A/N: Just as a precaution, I did not proofread this because its almost 4 a.m. here and I really just wanted to get this out to you guys! I hope the requester and everyone else enjoys this, I had a lot of fun writing it. I also wanted to note that this occurs post Spider-Man: Far From Home so since I don't really know who took charge of the Avengers after Tony and Steve's deaths, I just assumed it was Sam/Falcon/Captain America for the purpose of this fic. Lastly, I'm aware that mutants have yet to be introduced into the MCU, but my guess is that they are going to claim Monica (and now Wanda) from WandaVision as mutants, so I'm running with it in this fic.

“Hello?” Peter’s groggy voice came through the darkness. You stood in the doorway, light now beaming into the room, waking Peter.

“Oh, thank goodness. I had… a bad dream. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

You were one of the newest Avengers and when Peter Parker’s identity was revealed to the world, Sam told you to help him go into hiding, at least until they were sure it was safe for him to stay at the Avengers compound. You were (as you put it) cursed with the ability to see the future. After Hydra had gotten found out about the time stone, they sent you in as a spy to try to find out more about it. You studied under Dr. Strange for a couple of months before he even let you see it. One night, he let you even practice with it. Unfortunately, your genes were predisposed to be mutated, all they needed was the right amount of radiation to kick start them. To touch the stone, was to mutate your genes, triggering your curse. Your new mutation was being able to see into the future. Dr. Strange ended up finding out that Hydra sent you and realizing that they would only turn you into a weapon, he helped you fake your death and sent you to the Avengers, changing your identity and living under the radar. Your mutation was the perfect thing to help Peter while on the run, since you would constantly be one step ahead of your enemies. Peter had the ability to sense danger coming his way, so he thought he would be fine on his own, but you could see farther out into the future and see multiple paths that could occur based on one small choice, so Sam wouldn’t even listen to any of Peter’s protests to having you come along. It’s not that he didn’t want you to come along, because you two were friends, but he didn’t want to put you in extra danger of being seen by Hydra or getting hurt because of him.

“A bad dream or a glimpse into the future?” Peter asked, alert now.

“A bad dream… I think. Let me look again.” You tried to focus on your current path. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. But there it was, a small branch that when followed lead to the dream you had. The only choice that had to be made was you turning on the lights to check on Peter, tipping someone watching you off that you were in fact staying here. You quickly opened your eyes and ran out to the living room. You shut off all the lights throughout the whole empty apartment you were “staying” in. You had been moving from place to place so when you found an apartment that was prepped for open house showings, the two of you decided to hang out there until you saw a showing being held and then you would tidy stuff up and ditch the place. Unfortunately, it appeared in this distant future, whoever was following the two of you got a tip that an empty apartment was all the sudden getting activity regularly.

You went back into the room Peter had taken, “Get in the closet, now.” Peter rushed out of the bed and did as he was told. You got into the closet next to him and pulled the door shut. You glimpsed into the future and quickly saw that the person was on their way, they would be there in minutes and one of the places they would in fact check was the closet. Just then, Peter’s skin lit up in goosebumps and you knew it was too late to move him.

“Can you tell who…” Peter began to whisper, but you quickly put a hand over his mouth, seeing they were about to walk into the front door. Luckily, you had locked it, so they would have to take a minute to pick the lock, so they don’t draw suspicion with a loud bang of breaking the door down.

“I’m going to do something; you have to just trust me. Whatever happens, whatever you hear me say, don’t leave the closet. You understand?” you spoke out low and fast.

“But…”

“Do you understand?” You looked him dead in the eyes, time was ticking.

He nodded. You grabbed one of his extra web shooters from his bag in on the closet floor. You slowly pulled the closet door open and shut behind you, taking one more look at Peter, putting your finger over your mouth as a reminder for him to stay silent. You moved over to the bed Peter was moments ago sleeping soundly on, leaned over to the window above it and opened it wide. You stood on the bed, positioning your body to make it look like you were trying to escape out the window. You stood in your position and waited, silently shooting a web out the window to the building across the street and tossed the shooter underneath the bed. You heard the door finally unlock and slowly creak open. They were most likely assuming the two of you were asleep and had no inclination he was there. After seeing no signs of life in the living room, he began heading for the bathroom. Looking into the future to see if your plan would work, you saw a small issue. If he took his time searching through each room, Peter would eventually sneeze and expose himself. You needed to get the guy out of there now. You looked over to the lamp on the side table on the right of the bed. You kicked it as hard as you could, causing the bulb to shatter on the hard-wood floor as it landed. You cussed in a loud enough to hear whisper and positioned yourself back half-way out the window. The man was now bursting through the bedroom door, first looking to the lamp that caused the sound, then to the person who was clearly trying to escape him.

“Shit Peter, go, go, go! Get out of here!” You shout out to a non-existent Peter outside of the building. “I’ll be fine, go now!” You put on the most panicked look you could while you whipped your head back to the man who was just now putting two and two together. He ran over to the window, yanked you off the ledge and looked outside. He saw the web hanging from the other building across the street, blowing silently in the wind, the web-shooter himself nowhere to be seen. The man’s grip on your arms painfully increased, making it easy for you to keep the pain-filled, scared look on your face.

“That was a very stupid move missy. I’m sure if you’re important enough for him to take on the run, he won’t be leaving you behind for long.” He turned out the window and yelled, “You hear that Spidey? You want the girl, you’ve gotta come and get her.” While his head was turned from you, you looked into the closet just barely able to see Peter’s eyes from the moonlight shining in and across the shutters of the closet. You shook your head slightly as you saw in the near future Peter putting his hand on the door and opening it to come save you.

“He’s not coming back; you might as well save your breath.” You said to the man as he brought his head back inside.

“Why wouldn’t he come back for you? Isn’t that his whole shtick? Saver of the defenseless?”

“Because I told him not to come back. I told him to not look back, so he won’t.”

“What makes you so sure he’ll do what you say?”

“Because if he truly loves me, he won’t come back.” You knew that no one knew of your relationship status with Peter, especially considering no one even knew you were an Avenger. So even though you were not dating Peter, they didn’t know otherwise, and you were going to use that to your advantage.

“Ahhh, so you’re his little girlfriend. That’s why you’re with him. We was starting to think you was an Avenger. We’ll this is even better because I’m sure some torture will get you talking. We won’t even need him to come find us, because you’ll lead us right to him.”

“I’d rather die.” You spat in his face.

“Oh, don’t worry, you will. But not until we find our spidey.” He smiled a nasty smile and yanked your arm out of the socket as if it was nothing, and you gave a choked-out scream.

He tossed you over his shoulder and walked out of the apartment. You couldn’t see into the closet anymore, but you could see into the future and Peter was in absolute shock, but he did as you asked and stayed put until the next morning, when he could be sure the apartment would no longer be watched.

At some point you had been knocked unconscious, or maybe you were drugged? It was hard to tell with the throbbing in your head making your memory foggy. You woke up to realize you were tied up to a chair, in a dark and empty room. You blinked rapidly trying to clear your hazed mind, and when it began to work, you looked into the future to see what was coming. You had three paths, all waiting on someone to make the next move. One path was the man from before coming in with a crowbar and breaking your bones with it, one by one, until you told him what he wanted, which you never did, resulting in you dying of internal bleeding. You shuddered at the thought, hoping your other paths would be better. The second was Peter tracking you down and coming to save you. This led to the death of both you and Peter. Your heart began to race, the image of Peter’s cold and unmoving body lying on the ground in an unnatural twist was harder to look at than the image of you weeping over him, only to meet the same fate. The third and final path was you getting out of the ropes and being able to fight your way out of the place. This third path had an uncertain ending, because while you would be able to get out of the chair, it wasn’t clear if you’d be able to fight off all of the people standing around outside of the room you were held in.

You quickly thought through all of the moves that Bucky had taught you from his years as a killing machine. There were a few that you could pull of successfully on Bucky himself, leaving you some hope that you would be able to fight them off, but looking at the sheer number of people outside that would run to attack, it’s hard to imagine they wouldn’t be ganging up on you causing a more powerful attack than even Bucky could prepare you for. You looked around the room for an escape, literally anything. You saw it in the corner to the left of you. The way out. You looked into the future after deciding that was how you would escape, and surprisingly the outcome was clear and successful. You quickly kicked off your shoe and rolled off your sock on the floor. Taking your now free toes, you stuck them into your shoe and slid the folded pocket knife you hid in the too big for you shoes in-between your big toe and second one. You pulled it out, holding onto it for dear life with your foot. You put your leg to the side of the chair, pulling your foot up into the air and back towards your hands as much as you could with the ropes constraining you. You were just able to grab the edge of the folded over knife and once you had a grip, flipped it open and began sawing away at the ropes. You saw that the men outside were unmoving and weren’t planning on interrogating you for at least another hour. The sun was setting, and they were hoping that Peter would show up in the dark to try and save you. When they were to realize that he in fact was not showing up, they would barge in and pounce on you. However, Peter not showing up depended on you getting out of the building. You saw that he was nearby in the future where he tried to save you. He was only going to save you if he sensed you needed to be saved. If you could get out of this room, you wouldn’t set off his Spidey-sense, and he would be safe, you would both be safe.

Once the ropes fell to the ground, you were able to cut your torso free and stand to run to the corner that held a vent big enough to crawl through. Cutting off the long sleeve of your shirt at the shoulder, you made a sloppy sling for your dislocated left arm. Crawling wouldn’t be a cake walk with only one arm, but you had to make do. You quickly screwed open the gate with your knife and silently pushed it to the ground and begun to crawl on your hand and knees through the ventilation system. You looked forward in time to see where this would lead you and how quickly. The sun was setting faster than normal it felt, as the dark approached, so did a twisted fate if you couldn’t get out fast. You had lucked out this time, and you actually couldn’t believe what you were seeing. About 10 feet ahead of you, the vent led out to the back of the building. They were keeping you in a room used to store things at cool temperatures and the air vent was used to release hot air in the summer and suck in cold air in the winter. You began crawling as fast as you could muster without making too much sound.

When at the end, you looked with your mind to see if danger lurked in the shadows outside the vent, but no one was near. The vent led to the back of the building where there were no other doors or windows, no way for Peter to get in and find you. Or so they thought. You slipped your hand through the slits in the grate to work at the screws on the outside. You could feel the cold rusty metal slicing your hand open, but you could care less right now as turning back would result in a lot worse than a few infected cuts. After about 5 minutes of awkwardly poking, prodding and twisting at the screws, you were able to kick open the grate. You slid outside and stood up, quickly making your way to the tree line. Peter was nearby, you saw his location before, but it was hard to distinguish it in the vast forest surrounding the building.

Looking around, seeing there was no one in sight you quickly let out a whisper of his name, “Peter.” You hoped it would be enough to catch his attention if he was within his hearing range. You waited a moment but saw nothing. You moved forward a few feet, hoping he was maybe just farther into the forest, “Peter.” You repeated. This time you saw something, not in real time, but seconds before it happened. Him whipping his head around, hearing your footsteps, your breathing, your heartbeat, the soft whisper of his name leaving your mouth. Him swinging tree to tree to get to you as quickly and as quietly as he could manage. As if he was delayed compared to the image in your mind, he landed softly next to you moments after you saw him do it in your mind.

“You’re okay.” He whispered, pulling you into a hug, trying to mind your slung arm.

“For now. But we’ve got to go. There is still a 50/50 chance they’re going to catch us when they realize in about 2 minutes that I’ve escaped.

“Well then you better hold on tight.” He lifted you up with ease and rested you on his hip, making you look like an awkwardly large toddler in his arms. He kept one arm around you as you wrapped your legs and good arm around him. He was off in seconds, swinging the two of you from tree to tree and once out of the forest, building to building.

Once you were at a safe enough distance, Peter stopped on an apartment rooftop and took the two of you under the cover of a tarp covering up empty wooden crates from any bad weather.

“We need to get you back to the compound. Have Bruce heal you up.” He said gingerly touching your shoulder.

“We can’t go back, you know that. We haven’t gotten word from anyone yet that the coast is clear, and it’s obvious that you’re still on plenty of people’s hit list. I can fix it, just give me a second.” You looked around the roof to see if there was anything you could jam your arm into to try and pop it back into place. Behind where you were hiding was a door leading down into the apartments. You stood up and headed over to it. Peter followed you, watching and listening to the surroundings for anything suspicious. You pulled the sling off your neck slowly and balled it up. You stuffed it in your mouth, causing Peter to give you a confused look,

“What are you doing?”

You answered him by slamming your arm into the wall, popping it back into place, letting out a now muffled scream into your shirt sleeve. Tears welled up in your eyes, but you quickly wiped them away with the cloth you pulled out of your mouth. You took a deep breath in and out, trying to calm yourself.

“There. All better.” You opened your eyes and gave Peter a weak smile as he stood, mouth open and face pale.

“Holy shit.” He whispered.

“Close your mouth honey, you’ll catch flies.” You push his bottom jaw up and head over to the edge of the rooftop. You looked down to see there was a fire escape a few feet below you. Looking ahead of your time, you saw the possibilities of entering each window attached to the escape. Only one of them would lead you to an empty apartment. The owners gone for the whole week. They will have a first aid kit waiting for you to tend to your hand with.

“Peter, can you lower us down to that escape?” You called over to him softly. He joined you at the ledge and nodded when he saw what you were referring to. You held onto his side again as he climbed with his sticky hands and feet down the wall and onto the escape. You grabbed his hand and led him down to the window of the currently empty apartment. You carefully slid the window open and snuck in, Peter silently following behind you.

“The owners won’t be back for a week. As long as we leave the place as we found it, they won’t be any the wiser that we were here.” You whispered to him as he shut the window. “I’m going to go find their first aid kit and get some antibiotics on my hand” You held out your gashed up hand to show him and you saw him wince at the sight of it. He was surprisingly sensitive to seeing your injuries. You figured at this point all of the Avengers were desensitized to stuff like this.

It was just months ago you all were fighting off the mad titan Thanos, you expected nothing to shock anyone at this point. It was strange getting blipped away. One second you were standing next to Dr. Strange watching him give over the time stone, the next you simply weren’t there. You couldn’t see it coming. This was the only thing you couldn’t see coming, because it was too random. You had too high of a chance of not getting blipped, just as you had too high of a chance of getting blipped, so you couldn’t have known. It was horrifying and the bases for most of your nightmares nowadays. You and Peter were the same age, which is why you think Dr. Strange took pity on you regardless of you being a Hydra spy. They had taken you against your will and forced you to serve them. Kids tended to be the best type of spy because it was harder to be suspicious of them. But because you were the same age, when you both came back, the two of you had sort of relied on each other to help one another adjust to the new lives you had to accept. The world had moved on without the two of you, while the two of you were stuck in the same spot for years. It was nice having someone who understood, especially someone your age. That’s why you were okay with risking your own life to help Peter run away. Because that’s what the two of you have silently agreed to do for months now. Protect each other, have each other’s backs, help each other through the nightmares, through the adjustments, through the pain.

Opening the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, you saw the tube of antibiotic cream. You grabbed in and closed the small door, jumping when you saw Peter standing in the mirror behind you.

“I thought you would’ve seen me coming.” he chuckled.

“I was distracted. Thinking about…” You trailed off, suddenly becoming more interesting in washing your hands to prep them for the medicine.

“The blip?” He finished for you. You didn’t even have to answer, you silence spoke for you.

“If it never happened, I wonder if we would be here right now.” You couldn’t help but grasp at lost futures that you couldn’t see.

“Maybe. I mean, Mysterio is the real reason we’re here and I feel like he would’ve come around eventually.”

“But I wouldn’t be here.” You pointed out.

“Do you regret coming with me then?” Peter asked, looking away from you now, hurt evident on his face. “Because you can leave for the compound at any time, I won’t stop you if it’s what you want.”

“No.” The word came out without hesitation, and it caused Peter to snap his attention back to you in the mirror where you finally met his eyes. “I just mean that we probably wouldn’t have gotten as close as we had. I mean yeah, we’d both be Avengers and would know each other, but I would’ve stayed locked away in the compound, and you would’ve barely given me a second thought. I wouldn’t be here because you wouldn’t have trusted me enough to let me come along. I wouldn’t be here because even if you would have trusted me to come with you, I would’ve still gotten kidnapped and I wouldn’t have been able to get out of there without getting caught because you probably wouldn’t have come back for me. I might not have been able to see those futures, but after you watch as much of the future as I have, you start to put the pieces together that one small change would’ve been catastrophic.”

“I like to think that whatever we chose, if it wasn’t a conscious choice or something out of our control, it was fate.” Peter said, “We might not have made the same choices to get us to this exact scenario, if the blip hadn’t happened, but Sam probably would’ve still ordered you by my side, regardless of my hesitation. I probably would’ve not let you get taken in the first place because I wouldn’t have trusted your judgement as much when it came to taking on that guy. We were meant to go through this together and I would’ve stuck by your side same as now.”

You chuckle at the last part about taking on the guy, you wanted to change the subject. The idea of you not getting to where you were friendship wise with Peter was a painful thought. You loved him. It was hard not to. The idea of a timeline where you didn’t love him was hard to even think about.

“I could’ve taken him on if I wanted to.” A smug smirk played on your lips

“Oh, I know you could, that’s why I was so surprised when you just let him take you. Why did you?”

You turned around to face him, “Because I was trying to get him away from you.”

“You could’ve died, you know that, right?” Peter says, taking the medicine from you and applying it to a clean cotton pad from the first aid kit, rubbing it over your hand. The images of you and Peter dead on the ground of that building flash through your mind.

“I know. But so could you have. I’d rather die and give you a head start than for you to die.”

“Why? My life isn’t worth risking yours for.”

“Because if I don’t have you… I have no one.” You admitted.

“Well, that’s not true. You have the whole team.” Peter tried to reassure you.

You shook your head, a sad smile on your mouth as you spoke, “I’m not close to them like I am you. Will you guys be sad? I’d like to think so. Will it greatly alter your lives if I was gone? No. After a couple of weeks, maybe even months, everyone would move on, including you. But if you were to die, I’d have no other friends who could bring me back to caring enough to go on. I have no family. I just have you. I’d rather die myself and know that eventually you’d be able to go on with your life, than let you die knowing that if I had just looked at a different future, I might’ve saved you. Knowing that I’ll never have anyone like you again in my life.”

“If you died, I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself.” Peter said, a stress crease forming between his eyebrows. “I wouldn’t be able to move on because I never got to tell you that I love you.” The last part came out as a whisper as his hands set down the medicine and cotton pad. Bringing them to hold your cheeks.

You hesitantly brought your hands up to ghost over his. You might be able to see the future, but you didn’t see his confession coming. Turning your head slightly to kiss his palm, you whispered on his soft skin, “Then you understand.”

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Flower | 35

; Hoseok x Reader

; Genre: Fluff

; Word Count: 3.7k

; Synopsis: You finally decide to take a dip into the world of online dating and find the Flower dating app. One of the top matches for you proves to be a guy who looks to be your complete opposite; tattooed, pierced, a metalhead and oh…incredibly handsome. What happens when you throw caution to the wind and reach out to him?

; A/N: Just a soft, fluffy chapter for you all after the angst and smut of the last two haha. Please leave comments and reblog it for me so others can read! Send me asks and so forth, we’re getting close to the endgame here so...I really hope you can spur me on.

; Flower Masterpost

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“Ahhhh, I’m so excited!” Hoseok is practically vibrating in the passenger seat as you drive carefully, eyes firmly on the road and watching the car ahead of you. There’s nothing ahead of them but they’re still doing about ten miles less than the speed limit, frustrating you.

You don’t complain though, instead just sigh deeply while rolling your eyes at the slow person. It was hard to truly feel too annoyed though because Hoseok’s enthusiasm was so infectious. Which was why you’d been sporting a smile for most of the morning, thoroughly bemused by his excitement.

The reason for his bubbly demeanour today was because you were officially going to pick up your new puppy. You’d known for a long time that Hoseok wanted a dog; he’d loved them a lot and had always wanted one. But he just hadn’t had the time or space to get one, particularly given his old apartment not being pet friendly.

It had taken some convincing for you to say yes to a dog, mainly because you’d worried how Kasumi might be around another pet and also because you weren’t a huge dog fan. You liked them obviously, but they required so much more work than a cat. As much as Hoseok loved Kasumi though, you knew what he wanted.

The convincing had mainly been that he wouldn’t leave all the taking care of the dog to you. You didn’t want to end up being the only one cleaning up the mess in the yard or walking them, etc. He’d promised that he would care for the dog just as much as you did, maybe even a little more.

It wasn’t like he didn’t help out in the house anyway, he did because you wouldn’t let him not help, but you just didn’t want to get stuck doing all the dog duties when he was the one who wanted it the most. You doubted he would do that as he was pretty good with looking after Kasumi, even though she wasn’t even his. Given this was something he wanted, you had faith that he’d be a good doggy daddy.

The two of you had poured over websites that advertise puppies for sale alongside looking over rescue centres to try and find the best dog for you both. It had been hard to narrow down your requirements as there were some breeds that you just didn’t want to have and Hoseok had his own opinion on some as well. Other important things were that they needed to be okay with cats and being left alone during the day while you were both working.

But you also wanted something energetic when necessary and enjoyed walks. Part of the reason that you’d said yes was that you hoped it would get both of you to start going out on walks to just enjoy nature a little more instead of staying cooped up in the house. You always enjoyed when you’d gone out but it was hard to break your habits.

Your problems had been resolved happily when you’d been told by Hoseok’s parents that his aunt had a dog who had had a litter of puppies recently. They’d bought a female puppy and before they’d been able to get her spayed, she’d, unfortunately, got the attention of the neighbour’s dog. Which meant she’d been way too young to breed and they’d ended up with surprise puppies.

The mom was a working Cocker Spaniel breed with the prettiest colouring; a soft lemon tan and white with the most adorable eyes. The dad was a Bichon, a breed you weren’t too familiar with but who looked pretty cute too. What resulted was called a Cock-a-Chon, the most adorable bundle of fluff you’d ever seen.

Each puppy had the cutest curly fur and was the perfect mix of both their parent’s beautiful faces. They wouldn’t be too large when grown which was good for you both, as neither of you wanted a really big dog or anything. The puppy you’d both chosen was a creamy golden colour and you’d both fallen in love with her as soon as she’d fallen over her feet when running over to you.

Well...you say that you’d chosen her. It was more like she’d chosen Hoseok because he’d immediately ended up with a tiny puppy crawling all over his legs while her tail wagged at such speed you were worried she might hurt it. Needless to say, Hoseok had been completely lost to those sweet black eyes.

It had taken one look at you with equally big and cute eyes that had been earnestly begging to get your agreement. And that had been it. You’d officially known you were going to be collecting her a few weeks after that point and you’d let Hoseok name her, choosing Ciri from the Witcher series.

The time spent in-between that visit and going to bring her home had been spent making sure that the house was puppy-proof. You hadn’t known how to do that but the two of you had done a lot of research, hoping that if she was kept entertained enough then you wouldn’t have to worry about chewing or anything.

Given that Hoseok had been the one to want a dog in the first place, you’d let him run wild with all the stuff he wanted to get for her. There wasn’t any room for argument considering the number of things you’d bought Kasumi over the years and it had been heart-warming to watch Hoseok get so excited over a patterned collar and a personalised name tag on it.

So she had a ridiculous amount of dog toys already, alongside what you were convinced was a mountain of puppy food and treats, those mats to help house train her, two dog beds, a collar, a cage and lots of blankets to go inside it to train her for when neither of you was home. You hadn’t particularly liked the idea of caging her but you’d resolved to make it her safe space where she could go when she was feeling tired or just didn’t want to be bothered instead of punishment or anything.

Honestly, you’d warned Hoseok many times to make sure he didn’t go too overboard and spoil a dog neither of you even had yet.

Quite clearly, it hadn’t worked given how much he’d bought the little puppy. But again, you were loath to put a leash on his enthusiasm for it all. Pun not intended.

He never asked for a whole lot from you, even now with your three-year-anniversary approaching in just a few months. It always felt like you were taking a lot from him and not giving much back, so if he wanted to go wild and buy a lot of stuff for the new puppy then you weren’t going to complain too much.

There was a lot worse to spend his money on. Not to mention the fact that you weren’t even paying for Ciri. His aunt didn’t want to be paid for the puppy given she was going to a family member and she hadn’t even been expecting them at all. From what you knew, the other puppies had been sold for only a hundred dollars each. Just to cover their medical expenses up to that point.

It was a fantastic deal really, but you were mostly just pleased that Hoseok was finally going to get the dog he’d always wanted. He spoiled you often enough so you were revelling in the fact that you got to spoil him in turn.

That thought made you snort with laughter, the very idea of you two fighting not because you were angry but because you were trying to one-up each other with affection and love. You don’t get to see the curious look Hoseok gives you, slight confusion on his face before he shrugs to himself.

“I hope Kasumi will be okay with this.” Whispering the words, you frown slightly as you watch the road ahead. There’s only maybe another five minutes before you’ll both be there, reading to pick up Ciri and take her home but you’re a little worried about your other pet. 

Ciri would probably be fine with her, being so young that she’d grow up with the cat as her big sister. But Kasumi had spent a long time with it being just her getting all the attention from you, and Hoseok when he’d entered her life. Not to mention the fact that she could hurt Ciri if they didn’t get on, those sharp claws easily causing harm to the tiny puppy.

“We’ll take it slow. The good thing about cats is that they can take themselves away if they’re not happy. She’s used to Ciri’s scent and we’ve got plenty of treats and toys for her too so she doesn’t feel so left out. We just have to make sure that we don’t let Ciri overwhelm her. She’ll be okay Meeps.” Hoseok reaches out and takes your hand, rubbing at your knuckles in reassurance.

His aunt had sent over some blankets and toys that she’d rubbed all over Ciri, soaking them in the puppy’s scent so that you could introduce it to Kasumi. Hopefully, it would mean that while your beloved cat probably wouldn’t appreciate the exuberance of her new sister but she would at least recognise the smell.

“Is it silly that I’m worrying about stuff like that? I mean...your friends are getting married and having babies but I’m here just concerned that my cat might not like our puppy.” That makes Hoseok snort in amusement, slipping his hand beneath yours to link your fingers together before squeezing.

“Hey...that’s their choice. We’ve chosen to have furbabies instead, nothing wrong with that.” Wrinkling your nose, you indicate to turn right and drive slowly down the street his aunt lives on. It’s a nice area with large houses set back from the road, each one having an equally big drive leading to two-car garages. Tall trees, probably decades old at this point, line along the street with luscious green grass between each one and the dips allowing cars to park.

Much like the rest of Hoseok’s family, his aunt is pretty wealthy. She never had any kids though, living in her beautiful house with her wife and a menagerie of animals. Alongside the cocker spaniel that had gotten pregnant; she also had a chocolate labrador, a black cocker spaniel, a parakeet and three cats. It was your idea of a dream in terms of all the animals but the clean up must be terrible.

Pulling into her driveway, you take in the sight of her house once more in awe. You doubt anyone in your family could ever afford something like this and it still leaves you with a sense of imposter syndrome when you realise just how rich Hoseok’s whole family is.

Thankfully though, he’d never made it an issue.

“Oh my god! Come on! Let’s go.” Hoseok practically squeals, his excitement making him look so young and completely at odds with his metalhead appearance. Snorting, you can’t help but smirk as you turn off the engine as he’s already out of the car. Sighing affectionately, you follow him at a much slower pace.

He’s already vanished into the house by the time you get to the door, his aunt, Miyeon, standing with the door held open and an exasperated look on her face. Smiling at her, you take your shoes off and hand her the bag that you’d prepared earlier with an apologetic look on your face.

“Hi, Auntie! How are you? Oh, I’m good thanks Hoseok, and you?” She says sarcastically, rolling her eyes at you. There’s more than a little fondness in her face and voice though so you’re not too worried that she’s genuinely annoyed at him, smiling a little brighter as you greet her.

“Sorry. He’s excited. It’s been like having a toddler in the car rather than an almost 31-year-old man. Thank you so much though, I know you didn’t want anything for her but I couldn’t just..give you nothing. Hoseok said that you collect wine and I don’t know anything about wine because I don’t drink but-” She interrupts you with a hand on your arm, a smile on her face.

“You didn’t have to. But thank you, I appreciate it. Don’t worry, wine is wine. I’ll enjoy drinking it no matter what, I guarantee you that. Anyway, come on. I’ve baked some cookies for you both. Hobi always used to adore eating them when he was younger; peanut butter, hazelnut and chocolate chips.” Leading you through her home, you can already hear the barking of puppies alongside Hoseok’s joyful laughter.

You don’t even realise you’re smiling until you see yourself in a mirror, your expression light and happy. Who’d have thought that just the sound of someone’s laugh could be such a fulfilling experience? 

“Ahhh, so that’s why he likes them. He always asks me to bake those if I’m in that kind of mood. Always thought it was a bit odd as he doesn’t eat anything else with peanut butter, just those. Seemed a strange combination for him to love.” Her kitchen is just as big as the rest of the house, tastefully decorated with all the latest appliances.

You were a little envious of her fridge. It was one of those super fancy Samsung ones where you could see inside without even opening the door thanks to a panel on the front alongside what you could only describe as a tablet embedded into the door. Who needed to watch Netflix on their fridge? 

But all you can truly focus on is the delicious scent of freshly baked cookies. Inhaling deeply, you hum and can’t help but wiggle in delight. His aunt laughs, handing one to you and you eat it quickly. They’re not your favourite flavour but you’d never turn down a homemade cookie.

Especially when it was still warm and slightly gooey.

“Go on, go take one to Hoseok. If he’s not gone into a puppy coma or something. Bora is working late tonight so she won’t be home,” She mentions her wife, letting you know that you won’t be seeing her today. “And I’ve got some paperwork to catch up on. Just let me know when you’re ready to go.”

“Are you sure? Do you need any help?” Shaking her head, Miyeon smiles softly at you before suddenly cupping your cheek. Her hands are soft, likely through years of a careful skincare regime, and warm but there’s nothing strange about it. More like she’s just observing you.

“He’s lucked out with you, does he know that?” Snorting, you grin as you move away towards the sound of happy chaos. Looking back at her, you hold the cookie up with pride.

“I try to make sure he realises that at least once a day. Keep him on his toes, you know?” Her laughter follows you out of the kitchen and you marvel at yourself for how bold you’d just been. Your past self would be shocked to see you now, probably confused as to how you feel confident enough to say something so bold.

“Hey, butthead. You didn’t say hello to your aunt. That was rude,” You say to Hoseok, your tone only slightly playful. “Go say hi. Look, she even made you cookies.”

Handing one to him, you note how he’s laid on the floor and is surrounded by all the puppies in the litter. Ciri was going to be the first one to go so her four brothers and sisters were all still here. Small tails were wagging furiously at your arrival and you couldn’t help but giggle as they ran over to you, jumping and standing on Hoseok’s exposed stomach from where his shirt had twisted up and causing him to groan.

“Hello, puppies! Oh, aren’t you so cute!” Cooing to them, you hand the cookie to Hoseok as he sits up with a slight wince. For a minute or so, he just eats and watches you with the little ones as you play with them all, unable to stop smiling as they practically throw their small, furry bodies against you in an attempt for your attention.

“Go say hi!” Hissing slightly, your eyes narrow at Hoseok until he holds his hands up and gets up, heading out of the room to go properly greet his aunt. Once he’s gone, you look at all the puppies with a gleeful expression and sit cross-legged.

“Good, he’s gone. Let’s play!” The last word is loud and sharp while you reach forward, tickling one of them until they fall onto their back, showing their tummy for scratches and yelping enthusiastically. His siblings are barking too, tails hitting you almost painfully from how hard they’re going.

Glancing over at their mom, who’s currently laid in her dog bed with tired eyes, you smile affectionately before crawling over to her and giving her a loving stroke too. She seems to almost let out a deep sigh and you can’t help but laugh, running your fingers through her soft fur.

“Is it tiring, mama? All these babies wanting your attention all the time. I bet you can’t wait for some alone time. You’ve done well though, look how cute they are!” It must be a law somewhere that everyone should take to animals as if they’re human, especially in that voice that’s reserved for cute things.

But her big eyes are full of warmth and her tail wags lazily against the bed at your words, causing a few pups to try and attack it. You can’t help but marvel at how she just doesn’t seem to notice them, letting them do what they want.

“Not long now, they’ll all be going to their new homes soon. I bet you’ll miss them. We’ll bring Ciri by sometimes so you can see her!” The other dogs in the house had been socialised with the puppies for the last few weeks and Choco, the labrador was currently laid out against the couch. He was watching you carefully but for the most part, didn’t seem to be too bothered by all the noise.

You presumed that Bella, the other spaniel, was with Miyeon in her office.

“Okay, I said hello. And apologised,” Hoseok said, sitting down next to you and immediately welcoming two puppies onto his lap. “Sorry, I was rude, you’re right. They’re even cuter than last time.”

Grabbing one of the toys they had, he played with one of them enthusiastically until the puppy seemed to exhaust itself. There was a brief moment where it tried hard to keep up but then the next thing you knew, it was fast asleep on the floor. Laughing, you pointed at it before grinning at Hoseok.

“Oh my god, it’s you when you’re drunk.”

That gets a playful scowl but he just shrugs, reaching over to rub Choco’s ears to make sure he didn’t feel left out by it all. The labrador’s long tail beats against the floor tiredly, almost like he can’t be bothered to do it and you smirk at the sight. No doubt all the animals in the house are feeling a little tired and overwhelmed with all the excitement that’s been happening.

Finally, though, the puppies all seem to lose their energy and start to fall asleep wherever they are. Soon enough, you’re surrounded by bundles of fluff that are all twitching in their sleep, the silence pleasant after all their noise.

Hoseok carefully, and slowly, lifts Ciri into his lap. Her colouring was more cream than the rest of them, the others skewing more towards an almost golden tan. It had been part of the reason he’d named her Ciri. Her character in the show, video game and book series was infamous for her ash-blonde hair.

She doesn’t wake up, even as he takes off the coloured collar that had indicated whose puppy she was and replaces it with the one you’d both bought. The tag clunks loudly against the metal ring, causing you both to pause in fear that you’ve woken the others up but none of them stirs.

Finally, he shuffles back until he’s resting against the couch next to you, Ciri sleeping soundly in his arms and looks at you with a bright grin. The sheer amount of affection and happiness in that expression makes your heart physically ache, causing you to press a hand to it without realising.

“Ahh, we have a dog!” He whispers, eyes dancing as he tilts until he’s leaning heavily against you. His head rests on your shoulder and you smile, kissing his hair and just inhaling deeply. The smell of him always makes you feel content and relaxed, but even more so right now after all the chaos of the puppies for the last fifteen minutes.

“We do. Happy?” Nodding, he looks up at you before carefully reaching and cupping your cheek. His hands are rougher than his aunts, but you lean into the touch happily. There’s a brief pause before he kisses you, the movement soft and gentle with no real pressure. It’s more of an ‘I’m-happy’ kiss than anything else and you reciprocate it with ease.

The two of you stay in comfortable silence after that, just stroking and admiring Ciri for a while with no inclination to move just yet. You didn’t want to take her from her family so soon, even if you were her new family now. She should get to play with them all one last time before she goes.

“God, if you told college Hoseok that in a decade he’d been in a long-term relationship with a job, a house, a car, a dog and a cat...well let’s just say that laughing would have been the politest thing he could have done.”

“You know, I was thinking something like that earlier. I don’t think my old me would even recognise me now. But I think that’s for the better. I like who I am now, where I am now.” Stroking Ciri’s velvet-soft ears, you don’t see the fond smile on Hoseok’s face.

“I love you.” Smiling shyly, you take the chance to lean against him now and rest your head. Gently, you poke at his arm in your silent language, letting him know that you reciprocate before sighing contentedly.

For once, you finally felt completely at ease.

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Missed You

Billy Russo x Reader

Authors note: I apologize in advance for grammar or spelling mistakes

English isn’t my native language.

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Warning: smut, fluffy end

Words: 2.045

It is Friday night and you’re waiting for your boyfriend Billy to come home. You hadn’t been able to spend some proper time with each other since you were both busy with work lately. He promised you to come home earlier today. You’re currently in the bathroom checking your makeup one last time when you hear Billy call out for you.

’’Y/N you home??’’ you hear his voice.

’’Yes’’ you reply and leave the bathroom only wearing your newest lingerie and one of his shirts.

’’There’s my girl’’ he says and licking his lips walking towards you.

’’Hey my love’’ you say before he grabs your jaw with his left hand bringing your lips to his.You wrap your arms around his waist brining his body closer to yours.

’’I missed you’’ he says after you pull away to get some air.

’’I missed you too Billy. ’’ you smile and start kissing his neck.

’’I love you Y/n so much.’’ you pull away to look in his eyes and all you see is love and adoration. 

’’I love you too babe.’’ 

’’You look so good in my clothes - better than I do to be honest. Have I ever told you that before?’’ he says and watches you with hungry eyes while licking his lips. 

’’You look so incredibly sexy baby. God what are you doing to me’’ he says and you notice the growing bulge in his pants. He picks you up and you wrap your legs around his waist pressing your lips onto his. He carries you to your shared bedroom and towards the bed. Billy lays you down. You sit up and open his belt while he is undressing his upper body.

’’Looks like someone missed me Mr.  Russo.’’ you say smiling while stroking his dick through the material. Billy lets out a low moan. 

’’You have no fucking idea Y/N. I have been missing you like crazy.’’

You slowly take of his boxers finally freeing his throbbing dick. You can’t help but smile at the sight in front of you. He looks down at you and you smirk at him before you give all your attention to his erection. You give his tip a soft kisses.

’’Don’t be such a tease babygirl.’’ he says and his hands find their way automatically to your head grabbing your hair pulling them together into a ponytail. You look up to him one last time admiring his handsome face before before you slip his tip in between your lips before taking him deeper into your mouth. He lets out a low moan and you feel him shift under your touch. Your lips work their way up and down his shaft. He started to thrust forward meeting your face each time. You become more eager wanting to have all of him inside your mouth. You grab his thighs before taking him in all the way all. He lets out a loud moan. His big cock causes you to gag but you shrug it off and keep going finally hearing what you were longing for the entire time.

’’God baby. You are amazing. You take me so well babygirl. You’re so good to me. Fuck please don’t stop.’’ You feel his hard length twitch in your mouth and pull him out. You lick your lips and he wipes your mouth with his hand.You move back to the middle of the bed waiting for your man to join you. Shortly after that Billy is hovering over you. He smashes his lips onto yours slipping his tongue into your mouth. You feel one of his hand sliding down your upper body in between your legs stroking your clothed pussy gently. You moan into his mouth. He releases your lips before speaking up.

’’You’re already so wet for me - so ready to take me and I haven’t even touched you yet. Who made you this wet baby? Who?’’

’’You did Billy Russo. Only you can no one else.’’ you say looking into his eyes.

’’That’s right baby I did. You’re mine!’’ he says with his husky voice. You love when he gets this possessive. 

’’Hips up’’ he says before you do as you’re told and he frees your now dripping wet pussy. He throws your thong away while you get a rid of your bra. You lay down again and his hand goes straight to your throbbing heat. He lets his thumb glide over your clit before sliding 2 fingers inside of you. 

’’Fuck Billy - Faster please’’ you beg him and he fulfills your wish. Your moans get louder each time he thrusts into you. ’’I-I’m gonna cum please don’t stop’’ 

’’Cum for me baby girl. Show me the good girl you are and cum all over my fingers’’

Hearing those words leave his mouth is enough for you. Your walls clench around his fingers and you scream out his name.

’’God there is nothing more beautiful than seeing you cum undone Y/n’’ he says and pulls his fingers out of your pussy before sticking them into his mouth needing to test you. 

’’You taste so sweet baby I swear this is my favorite flavor.’’ 

He spreads your legs with his hand before kneeling down in-between of them. 

’’You ready for me Y/n?’’ he asks and you nod not trusting your voice right now.

He takes his cock in his hand stroking it before sliding the tip between your lips moving up and down.

’’I need you Billy please!’’ you beg. With one thrust his cock is buried inside you all the way. The both of you can’t help but moan out each others names after finally becoming one again. He starts trusting slow at first to make sure his girl is comfortable. Billy leans down and kisses you passionately sliding his tongue in your mouth. You grab his head pulling him closer. One he releases your lips you look at him and ask ’’Let me be on top of you?’’

He stops in his tracks pulling away from you. You can’t help but whine after he pulled himself out of you. He lays down and you swing your leg over his waist sitting on top of him. He strokes your thighs as you get in position and lower yourself on his length. You bring your hands down to his chest for support before you start moving. You quicken your pace needing to hear Billys moans.

’’God you take me so well baby. You feel so damn good around me. This is my pussy. This is where my cock belongs right Y/n?’’

’’Yes it’s your pussy yours alone Mr. Russo.’’ 

’’That’s right!’’

He sits up moving his lips to your right nipple sucking and nibbling on it while his other hand gabs your ass supporting your movement. Once he releases your right nipple he repeats his action showing your other breast the same love.

’’Fuck Billy you feel so good. I can’t believe I had to miss out on this cock for 2 weeks.’’

He lets go of your breast and says ’’Neither can I. Never again. I try to be home earlier. I don’t wanna go without you more than I have to’’.

After that he flips the both of you over so he’s on top of you again.

He quickens his pace and you can’t help but let out a scream every time he hits your spot. 

’’Tell me what you want Y/n. Huh? What do you need my love?’’  he asks with an unsteady voice.

’’Go faster - harder please I beg you’’ he grins and does as he’s told and you can’t help but scratch his back needing to hold onto him while he is pounding into you hard.

’’Fuck babe I’m gonna cum’’

’’Cum for me baby girl’’ he orders and you follow his order. Tears are forming in your eyes because of this unbelievable pleasure. You scream out his name never wanting this moment to end. He keeps pounding into you and you feel his cock starting to twitch.

’’Please cum inside of me. Fill me up Billy. I beg you.’’ with that being said he can’t hold back and empties himself inside of you covering your walls with his cum . He thrusts a few more times and kisses you before laying down on top of you trying not squash you under his weight. You wrap your arms around your man stoking his back while the both of you are trying to catch your breaths.

’’Shit this was amazing you were amazing. I love you Y/n’’

’’I agree babe. I love you too Billy so much.’’ you answer him. Once Billy breathing is back to normal he is trying to remove himself from you but you won have it. You wrap your legs around him stoping him in his movement. He gives you a questioning look.

’’I’m not ready to let go of you yet. I need to feel you inside of me just a little bit longer.’’ you say and he nods understanding. He flips you over so you’re on top of him and he wraps his arms around you giving you a kiss on the head.

You caress his chest while his fingers are moving up and down your back. The both of you are laying there enjoying the silence simply being happy to be in each others embrace again.

’’I’m off the pill Billy.’’ you say and look up to him.

’’I know and it’s okay.’’ he says and smiles.

’’So you knew and you still decided against the condom?’’ you say with wide eyes. You’re surprised since the two of you never talked about children before.

’’Yes. I love you Y/n. I love you so much it scares me sometimes. I never felt anything like this in my life before. You’re my endgame Y/n. I will make you Mrs. Russo one day I swear. Back to the whole condom thing. I wouldn’t mind having a little you or me running around. Whatever happens - happens. You end up pregnant I’ll be happy. If not that’s okay too. We have our whole life in font of us.’’

Saying you’re shocked is an understatement. When you met Billy 3 years ago you got to know him and learned about his way with woman. So him telling you about his feelings and that he wants to be with you - to be in a serious relationship with you came as a surprise. 

’’Babe I don’t know what to say.’’ you say trying to find the right words.

’’Forest I said something’’ he says shoving you off him trying to get off the bed but before he can you pull him back.

’’Stay Billy. Listen I want this too do you hear me. I want you William Russo , all of you. You can’t get a rid of me’’ you laugh.

’’I’m just surprised because we never talked about kids or marriage. When I met you you had a different women every time we met. I never saw you as a guy who would settle down. Now we’ve been together for 2 years. I’m happy Billy I really am. You make me happy. By the way Y/n Russo has a nice ring don’t you think?’’ you say.

’’Yes you’re right. I was quite the ladies man. Frank always takes about quality over quantity so when I really got to know you better I finally understood what he was talking about. I changed my ways for you , for us - for our future. I can’t imagine being with anyone else but you.’’ he says and you have to yawn.

’’Tired babygirl?’’

’’Yes you wore me out babe.’’ you say and lift the covers hoping he will get under with you.

’’Take a nap with me Billy?’’ you ask him sweetly and he lays down with you.

’’Only if I can have you again after we wake up’’ he smirks

’’As if I would deny it to you.’’ you say and cuddle into his chest. He kisses your head and wraps his arms around you and closes his eyes.

’’Night Y/n. I love you.’’

’’Nighty B. I love you too.’’ you say before drifting off to the dreamland.

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Why are you here?

Prompt: Peter and Y/n cannot stand each other, they’re both childish, hard headed, and determined to win whatever weird completion they're always in. They can hardly handle being in the same room as the other, so what happens when they have to go on a mission together?

Warnings: Swearing, Enemies to Lovers, Fluffy as FUCK (Both Peter and Reader are out of high school at this point and endgame never happened)

A/N: “So they hated each other... but then... there was only one bed!” I know this trope is so over used but I love it so fucking much, it never ceases to amaze. So here ya go, hope you enjoy! 

“Peter fucking Parker!” I screamed through the compound, probably waking some of the other avengers since it was still early in the morning, but at this point, I didn’t care, this was too fucking far.

“Yes?” Peter asked, leaning in my doorway, looking at me innocently, a smile tugging at his lips.

“Care to explain?” I asked, motioning to my ceiling, and the numerous items of clothing, bags, personal items, and of course my entire fucking dresser that were webbed in place above me.

“Huh...” He looked at the ceiling, feigning a look of curiosity. “Wonder who could have done that?” 

“Who could’ve-  you’re the only fucking person who can shoot webs out of your hands!” I yelled. Usually when he pulled little pranks like this, I would just roll my eyes and move on, but today was different. I had just gotten back from a two day mission, having not slept the entire time, and was already irritated when I got back. He knew this. He was trying to piss me off, and by the way he was fighting to smile, he knew he was succeeding.

“Aww what's wrong y/n, one little mission too hard for you? Got you all frustrated?” He said in a mocking voice and that was it, I ran at him.

He sprinted out of my room and down the hall, me close on his heels before he turned quickly and webbed my feet to the floor, causing me to fall hard, knocking the wind out of me slightly. He stopped and smiled, which then immediately turned to a look of shock as one of my knives flew past his head and stopped, landing in the wall directly behind him, only inches from his head. I wasn’t going to kill him obviously, I just wanted to send a message.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Peter yelled at me.

“What's wrong with me! What's wrong with you, You almost broke my face!” I yelled back.

“You could have killed me” Peter retaliated.

“Believe me Peter, If I wanted to kill you, you’d be dead all ready.” I said, adjusting myself so I was now in a sitting position with my feet in front of me, making getting to work at cutting the webbing at my feet.

“Why you little-”

“What the hell is going on out here?! Why is there a knife in my wall!” Tony suddenly yelled, coming around the corner and taking in the scene in front of him.

“Y/n threw a fucking knife at me!” 

“He tried to brake my face!”

“Only because I was stopping you from chasing me”

“I was only chasing you because you flipped my whole room upside down!”

The bickering went on for a few more second, Tony pinching the bridge of his nose before raising both of his hands and shouting.

“That's enough!” Peter and I both stopped dead in our tracks, our stomachs dropping to the floor at the thought of the punishment that was to come. 

“You two are too old to be acting like this, I’m fucking sick of it.” He said, taking a moment, and Idea coming to his mind “I have a two day mission coming up, I was just going to send one of you, but now you’re both going” Tony said, crossing his arms and looking at the both of us.

“But they-” Peter started, but Tony raised a hand cutting him off.

“I don't want to hear it! In fact, if you two aren't the best of friends by the time you get back, you’re both grounded for... two months!”

“You can’t ground us we aren't children” I said said.

“Then stop acting like it! Otherwise you’re both facing the consequences, got it!” Tony finished, waiting for our reactions. We nodded quietly, not wanting to make the situation worse.

“Good, now Peter, go fix whatever the fuck you did to Y/Ns room, and Y/N get this knife out of my wall!” Tony said, walking back down the hallway muttering to himself.

“Nice going y/n” Peter said sarcastically.

“Shut the fuck up” I retaliated. This was going to be a long, long two days.

The next day we were dropped of by the Quin Jet in Switzerland. Our mission was to get information about a possible underground terrorist group living in the woods that wanted to overtake a nearby city. There was a cabin set up about a 2 miles from the supposed terror base, and a three hour walk from where we were dropped.

We made it about half an hour before the bickering started.

“Will you catch up? I want to get there before nightfall and we freeze to death” Peter jabbed, causing me to glare at the back of his head.

“Well in case you didn’t notice, were in the middle of fucking nowhere, where people could come out and kill us at any point, so sorry I’m not stomping through the trees like some sort of idiot” I shot back.

“Would you shut up?” Peter said, turning to look at me for a second, before continuing on the trail.

“Would you stop being a dick?” I asked.

“God, why are you even here?” Peter muttered, just loud enough for me to hear.

“I’m sorry what?” I asked

“Why are you even here?” Peter said, turning to face me, stopping me in my tracks. “You don’t have super strength, or healing abilities or anything like that. You’re just some random person who can throw a punch. There's nothing special about you, so why are you here? Why did they choose you?” Peter said, anger in his voice. I stared at him, a shocked expression on my face before he suddenly turned and stormed off on the trail. Leaving me behind, frozen on the trail.

Three hours later, and I was arriving to the cabin. It was exactly where Tony said it would be, a few miles off the trail, hidden in a grove of trees. 

The past few hours I had been walking alone, thinking about what Peter said. I had a past that trained me to be the way that I was. I had been raised to be a weapon. But then again, so was Natalie, but she had a better connection with the other Avengers than I did. Sure I was new, but It was still hard to find a sense of belonging among them. They were all warriors, the best, the strongest, the smartest there was. And then there was me. Why me?

As I approached the cabin, I could see its full state. It was tiny, with boarded up windows and a deck that looked like it could collapse at any minute. I could see a bit of light escaping the closed off window, and assumed Peter was already setting up a fire, seeing it was starting to get dark out and the temperature had dropped significantly.

I opened the door and looked around. It was a large open room, with a separate restroom in the back corner. There was a wood burning stove, some logs piled in the corner, and a single bed. Great.

As I walked in, I noticed Peter sitting in front of the stove, poking the embers in the stove with an iron rod. His head snapped up to see me as I walked in. He had this expression on his face, his mouth open like he was going to do something, but as quickly as I noticed the expression, It was gone, and he was back to poking the flames in the stove.

I was a little disappointed. What he had said in the woods was hurtful to say the least, and I was hoping for at least an apology, but I guess he was to pre-occupied to notice that what he said literally tore my heart in two.

When I first started with the Avengers, Peter and I got along really well, then I started going on more missions, and something changed. We grew apart, and then we were bickering, and then we somehow started hating each other. Well, he hated me. I didn’t know what I felt anymore. I really liked him when we first met, one would even go as far to calling it a crush, and even after all the hurtful things we’ve said to each other, I can’t seem to let those feelings die.

I let my eyes linger on him for a bit before turning away and walking towards the bed, before suddenly thinking better of it and walking to the wall opposite of the bed, putting down my pack and grabbing a blanket from a closet in the back, laying it on the ground.

“What are you doing?” Peter asked suddenly. His voice was softer than it was before, like he was talking to... well anyone but me.

“What does it look like?” I snapped, not wanting to show the emotions I was still definitely feeling from his statement in the woods. Anger, heartbreak, pain, all rushing through my body. But I have been trained for this. Trained to not show my emotion. To act like everything was normal.

“It looks like your trying to sleep on the floor when there’s a perfectly good bed that we can use.” He said, a little more sharpness to his voice, but still not as much as usually when we talked to each other. Was he ok? Did he get hurt or something?”

I turned to face him, to be met with his eyes already looking at me. He didn’t look hurt, or sick, but he looked different. I pushed the thought to the back of my mind, not wanting him to see what I was feeling.

“No offence, but I don’t like sharing a bed with insects” I jabbed, and then his face was back to how I know it to look while he’s around me. Stubborn, hard, angry.

“Fine take the floor, see if I fucking care” He said, turning back to trying to keep the fire going. It felt weird. Usually we would be angry with each other for a minute, and move on, but this, what I was feeling, it was different. I would never be able to forget what he said to me. I was confident that whatever chance we had at maybe re-kindling our friendship was long gone.

A few hours later and I was wearing all the layers I had, with a blanket wrapped around me and I was still shivering. The fire had gone out not to long ago, running out of wood early on, and the cold took no time to crawl its way inside, completely swallowing any sort of evidence that the cabin was once warm.

“I can hear you shivering from all the way over here, just come use the bed” Peter said, sitting up to look at me from the other side of the room. His special abilities were able to keep him warm in these sorts of situations, allowing him to be comfortable in just a t-shirt and shorts. I however, wasn’t as lucky.

“I’m fine” I tried to say venomously, but the shattering of my teeth made the statement come out much weaker than I would have liked.

“Y/n, you aren't going to get any warmer and if you don’t get rest you’re going to be off your game tomorrow and then were both fucked. So please, just come get in the bed” Peter said, that same softness in his voice from earlier. 

He was right though. There was absolutely no way I was getting any warmer, and its pretty much impossible to fall asleep in this cold. So, reluctantly, I got up and walked to the opposite side of the bed from peter, pulled back the covers and got in. It was warmer, but not by much, Peter too far away to really supply any body heat, so I closed my eyes, and focused as hard as I could to fall asleep.

“You know” Peter said after a moment, a hint of humor in his voice “You’d probably get warmer faster if you took you clothes off”

“Fuck this” I said, going to get up “Jokes on me for thinking you could be fucking decent for a few hours” I turned to leave, I had just put my foot on the floor when peters had suddenly grabbed my wrist, keeping me from moving. Jesus his hands are so warm.

“Ok, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you mad” He said. Was that sincerity in his voice? What the fuck was happening? “But its also true, you don’t need to take off much, but the more skin to skin contact the faster you’ll get warm”

I don’t know what it was. Whether it was the way his voice made me feel like he actually wanted to help me, or the fact that his hand was so warm it made me want to cry to have to go back to the cold floor. Whatever it was, it was convincing, because I soon stripped down to just my T-shirt and underwear and was back in the bed, scooting as close as I could to Peter without actually touching him, facing away from him.

I was only there for a few seconds before I felt Peter shift behind me, wrapping his arm around my torso and bringing me closer so my back was pressed against his chest. I thought about protesting, but he was so warm I genuinely couldn’t care less that this was the closest we had ever been.

“Jesus you’re cold” Peter said as soon as I was touching him.

“Wow, how observant” I said sarcastically, but there was a softness to my voice as his body heat took over mine, warming me up almost immediately and causing my shivering to stop.

We laid like that for a minute. I could tell Peter was still awake from his breathing, and I couldn’t bring myself to close my eyes. As crazy and unfortunate this whole situation was, I didn’t want to wake up and have it all be a dream. I missed this boy. Not the guy who constantly teased and made fun of me, but the boy who wanted to make sure I was ok. Who was my friend. Who I almost loved.

“I’m sorry” Peter said after a while, causing me to jump a bit, surprised my the sound of his voice so close to me.

“What for?” I asked, not entirely sure where he was going with this.

“For what I said in the woods. It was so fucked up, and I didn’t mean a word of it. I’m... The team is so lucky to have you. You’ve helped so many people Y/n, you’re not a nobody” Peter said quietly, almost like he was whispering. There was another moment of silence as I tried to contain the tears that suddenly filled my eyes.

“Why do you hate me so much?” I asked, causing Peter to tense for a moment behind me. I turned to face him, trying to read his face in the little amount of light that filled the cabin. He looked... sad.

“I don’t hate you y/n” Peter said quietly, almost too quiet for me to hear. “When we first met, you were the coolest person I had ever met. You were strong and talented and so fucking funny and I was so happy to have you as a friend”

“Then what happened” I asked, wanting to hear his reasoning for his actions the last year or so.

“You started going on more missions, and I got so worried every time you left. Terrified that each time before you left it would be the last time I saw you. I couldn’t eat, or sleep, or work, I just didn’t know what I would do if you got hurt” He said, tears were returning to my eyes and I didn’t bother to try and force them back this time. “I needed to put my job first, and I couldn’t do that when I was constantly worrying about if you were safe, or hurt, or if you... or if you even felt the same way about me. It was so selfish, and I’m so sorry Y/n I should have never-” His voice was shaking now, tears threatening to spill over, but I didn’t let him finish. I had heard enough. 

I closed the space between us and kissed him. I felt his breath catch, and for a second I thought I made a mistake, that he didn’t want this. I started to pull away but Peter stopped me, pulling me closer while his other hand went up to cup my face, mine moving to rest on his face as well.

We finally pulled away after a moment, catching our breath, before connecting our lips once again, this time with all the passion and ferocity I had been holding back all these years of wanting to kiss him, but never finding the courage. None of that mattered now, we were here, sharing the same feelings, and getting lost in each other.

Later the next day, The Quin Jet came to pick us up. Natalie was flying and Steve had come along to I guess provide some muscle if things got heated between me and Peter. He heard about the knife incident. But to both of their surprise, we were completely civil, even friendly, sitting across from each other of the flight back home, giving secret glances to each other the entire ride back, which did not go un-noticed by Nat.

We got back to the compound and debriefed, having enough information to get a head start on an attack plan against the terror group. Peter and I didn’t yell, argue, or even look at each other in a certain way the entire talk, causing Tony to raise an eyebrow, but he didn’t say anything.

Finally, we were released, allowed to go shower and get some grub before bed. Peter and I were walking side by side down the hall, and as soon as we were out of sight, Peter pulled me down one of the adjacent hallways and pushed me against the wall, causing me to laugh.

“Do you think they suspected anything?” Peter asked, a huge smile on his face.

“That we suddenly aren't trying to kill each other every two seconds? Nah” I said semi sarcastically, making us both to laugh before Peter ducked his head to connect his lips to mine, my arms moving to rest around his shoulders, deepening the kiss. The kiss was just starting to get a little deeper, Peters hand moving up my back underneath the fabric of my shirt, when suddenly-

“What the fuck?” Tony yelled, causing Peter and I to jump apart, refusing to look each other in the eyes, or at Tony. “How long has this been going on?”

Suddenly both Nat and Steve walked by, seeing the state Peter and I were both in.

“Oh yeah, that just started” Nat said Casually, causing Tony's eyes to basically fall out of his head.

“You knew? Any you didn’t tell me?” Tony basically shrieked, still not able to comprehend what he had just seen, especially since I threw a knife at Peters head not even two full days ago.

“Yeah, we’ve had a bet going on for a while, You owe me twenty bucks by the way” Nat said, looking at Steve who groaned, digging through his pockets to find his wallet, paying up to Nat.

“You couldn't have waited like, two more weeks?” Steve asked, now looking at Peter and I, now starting to laugh at how weird the whole situation was.

“I cannot believe this” Tony said, looking at Peter and I, then to Nat and Steve “We need to have a talk about what kind of information needs to be shared around the base, because I should not be finding out like this” Tony finished, walking off in the other direction, not being able to handle this conversation anymore.

“Congratulations!” Nat said, before walking in the other direction with Steve,

“Well, guess they knew” Peter said, and then we were both keeled over laughing.

After a moment, we were finally able to catch our breath and look at eachother.

“I thought we killed Tony for a second” I laughed, wiping the tears in my eyes,

“Oh believe me, I saw his soul leave his body for a second” Peter replied, also finding his composure before walking back towards me, grabbing both of my hands and looking down to me.

“Anyway” He said, leaning in a bit “Before we were rudely interrupted”

“Ah the young people are together!” Thor suddenly bellowed from next to us, causing us both to jump again. “Congratulations to you both!” He said, before walking down the hall, leaving us alone again.

“Your room?” I asked

“My room” He agreed, grabbing my hand before running down the hall, causing me to laugh.

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[of-a-chaotic-mind]

Team Vacation

Summary: Reader and Quill have had a fwb relationship for a while but have both secretly caught feelings. During a team vacation, Pepper manages to get Reader to reveal her feelings to an eavesdropping Quill.

TW/CW: Peter Quill x Stark!Reader. I’m not sure how to describe the timeline/au/whatchamacallit but basically none of the heroes died I’m looking at you Tony, Nat, and Vision or retired I’m looking at you Steve, no not you Clint, you’re perfectly fine but it is post Endgame. For clarity’s sake, Peter = Peter Parker, Quill = Peter Quill lol. Pretty fluffy but also some hints at a fwb relationship. Obvi Quill & Gamora aren’t a thing in this weird ass AU I’ve cooked up lmao.

Requested?: No

Word Count: 1,343

Author’s Note: I’m honestly not sure where this idea came from but here it is! I will say that “Fooled Around and Fell in Love” by Elvin Bishop came to mind while writing it lol. It actually turned out a lot better than I thought it would XD. I hope you enjoy it and as always Requests are Open!

    I press play on the Awesome Mix on Spotify as Quill, Gamora, and Thor finally make their way over to my car, after convincing Groot, Rocket, Drax, and Mantis into an SUV with Nat & Steve. Quill loses the battle for shotgun as Thor simply lifts him up out of his way and takes a seat in the front passenger seat. Gamora and I both stifle our laughs to save Quill’s ego. As I shift into drive and begin following the SUV, Quill grumbles something about, “Why does it have to be raining? The day we have to arrive on Earth and it decides to rain.”  

    I see Gamora roll her eyes in my rearview mirror as Thor tries to cheer Quill up, “You’ll love Stark’s home. It is very cozy indeed and there is lots of land and space to roam. It will be quite an adventure.”

    “Why again did he insist that we join in on this team vacation?” Peter inquires.

    I chuckle at his whiny demeanor, “Call it extending an Olive Branch. After everything we all went through, he and Steve decided everyone deserves a bit of a vacation and Steve wants to welcome you guys into the family. Besides, even Carol was able to clear her schedule for a bit and join us.” His next bout of mumbling and grumbling is indecipherable so I train my focus back on the road. Within no time the rain retrears and we are turning onto the long, winding driveway that leads to my brother’s estate. As we pull up to the house, Morgan races out to greet everyone and of course her big “brother” is right in tow behind her. Peter lifts Morgan onto his shoulders so that she is eye level with Thor; they’re both giggling their heads off.

    Tony makes his way over to help carry luggage into the house and Pepper joins Nat in watching Peter and Thor chase Morgan around the yard. I step out of the car and join Quill on the other side, “Do you really think it’ll be so terrible to just spend some time with family and friends? It’ll be nice to feel like you don’t have to be constantly doing something won’t it?” With this, I leave him to his moping and join Tony in carrying in luggage.

    Once all the luggage has been carried in and delivered to the proper rooms, I make my way to my own room to change clothes and get ready for dinner which Tony says will be ready soon. I find my room easily and close the door behind me as I enter. A mischievous grin makes its way onto my face as I hear Quill singing in the bathroom as he showers. I quickly change clothes but before I can finish Quill is exiting the bathroom and leaning against the door frame, “I was wondering who I’d be bunking with. Seeing as there’s only one bed I was desperately hoping it’d be you.”

    Knowing Pepper and everything I had confided in her about, she probably did this on purpose and I make a mental note to thank her later as I pull on my flannel and make my way towards the door to join the others outside, stopping on the way to kiss Quill on the cheek, “You can thank Pep for that. See you outside, dress warm it’ll get cold even with a bonfire going.”

    I find Pepper in the kitchen sipping hot cocoa, “Assuming you’re happy with your roommate. Hot cocoa?”

    I nod, “He seems to be as well, and yes please.”  

    “Well, do be careful because your brother will be asking questions when he puts two and two together and realizes you’re not bunking alone as planned,” she says as she starts a hot cocoa k-cup in the Keurig.

    I giggle, “You and I both know it’ll be a hot minute before he takes a breather and notices anything. He’ll be busy with making sure no one destroys anything important.”

    She hands me a mug of steaming hot cocoa, “Fair enough.” I smile as we both wander out onto the porch. I watch as Bucky and Sam bicker back and forth about who knows what as they man the grill with Dr. Banner. Rocket is begging Tony to let him light the bonfire with a flamethrower. Gamora and Nat have made themselves comfy on the porch swing and Pepper and I join them, taking seats in a couple of rocking chairs. The four of us laugh as Nat points out that Steve is having to explain the concept of a bonfire to Drax and Mantis. Groot is talking to the large oak tree from which a tire swing hangs. This tire swing holds a still giggling Morgan and is being pushed back and forth by Thor and Peter. The only ones unaccounted for as Quill steps out onto the porch, are Clint, who is arriving tomorrow with his wife and kids, and Wanda and Vision, who will be arriving shortly, they had to stop at a store for Paprikash ingredients.

    My eyes follow Quill out to the fire where Tony and Rocket are still locked in debate about the flamethrower but my focus is torn away by the women giggling around me. I glare at the three of them, “What?”

    “I honestly didn’t think you’d be as obvious about it as Quill is,” Gamora laughs.

    “I’m- I- How?” I stutter out.

    “Oh please, if anyone so much as mentions Earth or Stark or anything else having to do with you, Quill is off on in a daydream or rambling on about how amazing you are. I’d be surprised if he hasn’t fooled around and fell in love.”

    I tear my gaze away as Nat chimes in, “So I wasn’t mistaken in thinking that those two had a little something going on? (Y/N), was quite excited when Steve mentioned wanting the Guardians here for this little vacation.”

    Pepper nearly dies of laughter, “Oh they have more than just a little something going on. I wish they’d hurry up and admit their feelings for each other.”

    My head whips back around, “I’ll admit, he’s a hell of a good time but I do not have feelings for Quill,” I state defensively. However, the look Nat gives me says she calls my bluff and knows I’m lying, so does Pep and Gamora.

    “Yes, you do. You know how I can tell? I’ve known you for years and never have I seen you as hung up on a guy as you are on him. If you didn’t have feelings for him, you would be flirtier with other guys and still go on dates,” Pepper states and I almost think I notice her eyes flick to the side and back but brush it off as her checking on Morgan or Tony.  

    I sigh in defeat, “Fine, you caught me but let’s be careful about Tony, I’m not sure how he’d react.” Just as the words tumble out of my mouth, Tony is yelling that the food is ready and I’m dragged off to join everyone else around the now lit bonfire and the grill and tables laden with food. Morgan waves at me from Thor’s shoulders as I approach. I wave back and because I wasn’t watching where I was going, I bump into someone. This someone chuckles and pulls me in front of them to wrap their arms around me and I quickly realize it is Quill, “Glad to know you feel the same.” I look up at him and as he kisses my forehead, a smile grows on my face. I glance over at the ladies and they all grin triumphantly. Out of the corner of my eye I notice Rocket forking over some money to Thor. I wouldn’t doubt that they had a bet running about me and Quill. I find this amusing but decide to tune into the speech my brother is giving and soon he finishes with, “Everyone enjoy your stay! Let’s dig in!”

Masterlist

[hawkland]

Destiel fic recs/what I’ve been reading (round #2)

I promised (eventually!) more fic recs and I figured I’d better do it soon before my list to talk about got TOO long. Also I’m just bubbling to praise up an amazing fic I read last night that literally has given me a fanfic hangover this morning and I need you all to suffer with me.

Starting with that fic in question:

Aria for an Angel (84k) by anyrei, mugglerock. I hurt all over from this one and I command you to do the same.

That said, DO NOT READ if you can’t stand the idea of Cas finding love/happiness with someone else (even if the fic is endgame Destiel). Also don’t read if you can’t stand your heart being shattered by pain before being carefully put back together again. Those warnings aside, this is one of the most stunning fics I’ve read yet in SPN fandom and I’m going to rec it at you no matter what. I’ve been feeling very pissy at Dean lately, as I’m on season 12 in my complete watch-thru, and with how much Cas has been suffering and getting beaten down for, like, SEASONS now. And it got me looking for fics where Cas gets some of the TLC/love/care that he needs from someone else, at least until Dean can get his shit together. Enter Mick Davies. Mick comes to Cas for help with a case that ends up involving a Grigori, and the two grow closer as Cas enjoys spending time with someone who genuinely expresses care and concern for him...but when Dean finds out will he have to choose between the Winchesters, his found family on Earth, and his new boyfriend? And when tragedy strikes, is it too late for a second chance at his first love again?

This story is funny, hot, heartbreakingly sad and just completely wrung me out emotionally. The characterizations totally worked for me, the growth they all went through was the kind of stuff I only wish the writers of the show could pull off. There’s just...there’s so much pain and love and some good stuff with poor Sam and Mary caught in the middle of this shitstorm and I wasn’t sure I could be brought back around to wanting Cas and Dean together in the end, but the authors pulled it off and everything about this story hurts, and heals, in the best possible way.

The rest of my recs in this round-up beneath the cut.

Seek to Know You Better (32k) by ahurston. Season 15 canon-divergence—so no Empty, no rusty nail, but things are relatively calm and settled in the hunter/Winchester world. As such Dean and Cas go on a road-trip together, investigate some minor cases, and gradually open up and really TALK via a “36 Questions That Lead to Love” article Cas finds on-line. One of those fics that just gives you a happy glow inside to read; it feels very believable and the characters have a maturity and adultness to them that just feels right. The little details of all the places they stop for food while talking are a delight, and it’s just the right amount of pining (for me) before they finally get things together.

Purgatory, director's cut (27k) by runsinthefamily. THIS IS THE ULTIMATE PURGATORY FIC (well, in my reading adventures so far.) Written (apparently?) before season 8 actually aired, it takes a very different - and weirdly creative and bizarre - look at what purgatory would be like. And if Cas stuck with Dean through it all.  It also posits that as a human Dean would be “allergic” to purgatory and need Cas’s grace to hold himself together...but the deeper they travel, trying to get out, the more precarious Cas’s hold on his vessel becomes. I love everything about this fic, the weird imagery, the way Dean just...rolls with everything happening to Cas and still loving him because it’s Cas, not his vessel, that’s important.

Grooming Instincts (26k) by jemariel. More wing!kink which...yeah. Gimme all the wing grooming/back massages and weird angel anatomy, please. Cas is grumpy while going through what he describes as “molting” only...it’s a bit more complicated than that. And Dean has no idea what he’s gotten himself into until Cas starts grooming him...and Kevin is able to translate/figure out what’s happened. Funny and hot and just...a yummy happy read with great bits from Sam, Kevin and Charlie for good measure.

Things that Leave Marks (23k) by thestoryinsideme. Canon-divergent from Season 9.  Wherein it takes Dean three years to find Cas after getting kicked out of the bunker. And when he does, it’s apparent he’s been through a lot, and he’s not exactly ready to or certain about going back to life with the Winchesters. This was sad and sweet and fluffy and angsty in all the right ways for a comfort fic read. (Also features Cas the budding artist! I love that idea!)

Wavelength-gasm (11k) by Mumble-Bee. The fuck or die trope gets a very fun twist when it involves needing to fuck an angel in his true form. Dean certainly learns this the hard way! This rec is for all the trueform!Cas-loving freaks like me out there...I’ve certainly never seen a smut fic embrace the weirdness of it all like this one.

Drive Faster Sammy (7k) by almaasi. Speaking of fuck-or-die fics, pray for Sam in this one. He has to listen to Dean helping when Cas gets struck by one (again) and they don’t have time to make it back to the bunker—so things get kind of graphic in the backseat of the Impala.

Love Burns Its Casualties (5k) by anactoria. Beautiful and bittersweet fic set during “The End”. Present-day Dean can’t sleep, and ends up invited by future!Cas to spend what he knows is likely his last night alive with him.  Features casual weed use (if that bothers you), some very hot shotgunning (if it doesn’t), and is just...a wonderfully written atmospheric story that I’ve already re-read several times. (It’s especially a good read when slightly stoned yourself. Um. Not that I’m necessarily advocating for that sort of thing, unless it’s legal in your neck of the woods. Um. Anyway...)

something quiet and minor and peaceful and slow (3.7k) by celeste9. Heaven fic, so don’t read if that’s not your thing. Also don’t read if you’re completely convinced John Winchester is an unredeemable homophobe and terrible parent all around. I, personally, liked this take a lot more as it shows a struggling but not horrible John confused about why this angel keeps popping over, asking Mary questions about what Dean will want in his little slice of Heaven. The title really describes the lovely mood of this little fic and I liked it a lot.

heaven, reconstructed (9k) by vaudelin. Another Heaven fic, more focused on Cas than Destiel (but that is endgame). Goes into what exactly Cas was doing, working with Jack to try to build a better Heaven while awaiting Dean’s eventual arrival. It’s a great fic for world-building (in more ways than one!) in the SPN universe and I like a story that explores Cas’s relationships with others beyond Dean and Sam. I’d add too that as a fan of The Good Place, I just in general enjoy stories that look at the complexity of what actually would constitute a “perfect” afterlife. So imagine Castiel as a TGP architect here if you will (I certainly did!)

The Passion of the Christ (and his angelic ex-boyfriend) (4.9k) by Bzzee. Another heaven!fic, but pure delightful crack. What happens when Dean and Cas run into one of Cas’s ex-boyfriends in Heaven’s roadhouse...who just happens to be Jesus Christ. Dean isn’t too happy with that knowledge (and neither is Judas). Just read it—heresy and all. For a crack fic it’s actually wonderfully smart and wicked.

Can't You Hear It Calling (4.7k) by imogenbynight. A “missing scene” from s8e32 (Sacrifice). Cas expects to never see Dean again once he (expects to, at least) close the gates of Heaven. As a parting gift, he takes Dean back in time to a Led Zeppelin concert...and then a motel room to spend a final night together. As a music lover, the description of the excitement of the concert (and the happy/sadness when the show is almost over) totally hit me in the feels...and it’s such angsty/beautiful smut when they get together.

You're Gonna Live Tomorrow (3k) by MajorEnglishEsquire, microcomets, orange_crushed. Cas doesn’t know a lot about being human (yet), but he does know one thing - he wants to marry Dean. Sweet, sweet happy fluff, just enjoy.

Who's Counting? (1.7k) by Annie D (scaramouche). Just some pure angel-powered delicious smut. Dean learns the hard way, over and over again, that angels have basically no refractory period.

[edie-k]

Legally Ginger - Prologue (PG-13, Romione)

Now, for something totally different...

Title: Legally Ginger

Chapter 1/9

Rating: PG-13 (I use fuck more than the MPAA allows for PG-13 but that's a stupid rule - there's no explicit content)

Pairing: Romione endgame

Summary: When Ron Weasley's college girlfriend declines his proposal because he doesn't meet her standard for future husband, he decides comes up with a plan to let her see him in a new light.

Notes: This is an AU Muggle reimagination of Legally Blonde. It's very different than anything I have ever written - and my first chapter story. I intend to update each Monday.

Thank you to adnei for all of her beta feedback!

While I really enjoy Legally Blonde, it has some things that need a bit of updating or calling out in the year 2021. This fic will attempt to do those things but not lose the fun and fluffiness of the concept.

Also... I love the pop culture/time capsule references of the movie so plan to see that same vibe in this fic. If any of them are unclear to you, let me know in the comments because I love to talk pop culture!

Finally, lots of our favorites are scheduled to appear throughout the story - I eagerly anticipate all guesses as to who will be who!

Disclaimer: Neither Harry Potter or Legally Blonde or any of their characters are owned by me and are not being used for profit.

Link to AO3 or click below to read more.

“Hey Tim!” Ron Weasley shouted, raising his hand to greet the guy behind the coffee cart but not breaking his stride.

“Hey Ron! Thanks for that recommendation. She loved it!”

Ron grinned and kept on running his recreational route that wove through the Los Angeles campus of California University. Even though his cross country career had come to an end with the conclusion of his senior season this fall, he didn’t intend to let his personal records slip. In fact, he was almost working harder. If everything went according to plan tonight, he planned to be competing in the iconic Boston Marathon next April.

“Ron! We still on to study tomorrow?” shouted his chem lab partner Kelsey as he strode past her.

“Yep! We’re going to rock that test out!”

“Hi Ron!” he heard a few female voices chorus together as he passed the Zeta Beta house. Several girls were doing yoga out on the front lawn.

“Great form ladies!” he yelled back, grinning as he heard the giggles.

He grabbed his shirt to wipe his forehead and glanced at his watch. 4:30. He was approaching the house and he had time to do some cool down stretches, shower, check that they had enough brothers to cover the Animal Aid fundraiser tomorrow, send his Econ professor his problem set, and dress for dinner before he had to leave for the Delta Nu house.

He slowed to a jog as his feet hit the driveway. He took the porch steps two at a time before entering the house. Immediately, he was greeted by a snort.

“Pig! Good boy,” he greeted, scratching the pug behind his ears.

“Come on boy,” he said, starting up the house stairs to his room, Pig following dutifully behind. As president, he lucked out with his own room with an en-suite bathroom but as was typical for his life, it wasn’t empty.

“Hey brother brother!” two voices said.

Ron rolled his eyes at the twins. “That joke will never be funny.” Fred and George grinned, one sprawled on his bed and one in his desk chair.

“We just have this last semester to even make the joke. Afterwards, it’ll be pathetic,” Fred said.

“That 40k is so close I can taste it,” said George.

His twin brothers were two years older than him, however, they’d dropped out after their sophomore year to open a retail shop selling joke and novelty items. They quickly realized they were more interested in conducting their own research and development; manufacturing their own products to distribute and sell. It was certainly more profitable. In order to get the seed money, they returned to college after two years. Their schooling, like Ron’s, was financed by his Aunt Muriel and upon receiving their bachelors degree, Muriel also handed over a $20,000 cash gift. The crotchety old broad put a lot of value on their schooling.

“And little Ronniekins is going to spend his on a girl,” Fred teased. It was then that he noticed Fred was fiddling with the small gray ring box that had previously been hidden in Ron’s sock drawer. He moved to snatch it back but Fred tossed it across the room to George.

Ron frowned. “First, I’m not spending it all on a girl. Part of it will be for the wedding and the rest I’ll save for a down payment on a house. Maybe not in Boston because we may not stay there after she finishes law school.”

“Oh yes, Bah-stan,” George mocked in a truly terrible accent.

“Yes. She’s sure that it’ll happen. She’s a legacy or something like that. I hope so because I think Boston Beer Company is going to make me an offer.”

“Free Sam Adams? I’ll take it,” Fred nodded.

“Secondly,” said Ron. “She’s not just a girl.”

The twins groaned. “Ugh, Ronnie, there’s no free beer yet. I can’t listen to this sober.”

Ron rolled his eyes.

“I have to ask,” started George. “Are you sure about this? You’re so young and it hasn’t been that long. You could still go to Boston with her without getting engaged.”

While it was annoying to get another “you’re too young” speech, it wasn’t often that his brothers asked him a serious question. “I’m sure. She’s the one.”

“Well then,” said George, flipping the box to him. “Go get her.”

A few hours later, he was shifting nervously in his seat at their table at Chaudron Qui Fuitfont, playing with the same gray ring box in his pocket. The dinner course had been cleared and they were now waiting for dessert to arrive as well as the bottle of champagne he’d surreptitiously requested.

“Astoria, have I told you that you look absolutely breathtaking tonight?”

“Just three or four times,” she laughed.

“Well, I might tell you a few more,” Ron said.

“It’s not everyday that you put so much effort into a date. I had to deliver on my side as well,” Astoria replied.

“It’s appreciated,” Ron smiled. “I-I appreciate everything about you. How gorgeous you are, how driven… the past 18 months with you has really made me sit down and focus on what I want for my future, you know?”

“That’s great, Ron,” Astoria said, reaching across the table to give his hand a squeeze. She glanced around him. “I want another glass of Merlot.”

“Yeah. You know I’m in the final stages for jobs at three companies,” he said.

“Mmm,” she said distractedly.

“Including Boston Beer Company,” he added.

“That’s a reputable company. Although make sure the job isn’t on the Truly brand. They’ll never get the market from White Claw. Mark my words, they’ll fizzle in two years.”

“Astoria, I see my future with you.”

She looked up at him sharply. “What?”

“Yes. I love you. I’m ready to start the next stage of our relationship. Astoria - ” Ron stood up, pulling the ring box out.

“No.”

“Will you marry me?” Ron asked, kneeling next to her.

“No, now get up.”

Ron’s blood suddenly ran cold. “Wha-what?”

“I said, no, now sit down.” He numbly followed her direction.

“Ron,” Astoria sighed. “Oh, honey, I’m sorry.”

“But… why?”

Astoria gave him a pitying look. “Look, we have had so much fun. You’re a great guy.”

“Great guy? You told me you loved me,” he hissed, trying to keep his voice low to avoid more embarrassment.

“And I do. As a college boyfriend. You are a great college boyfriend. You’re president of the second best fraternity on campus so you get all the best party invites. You’re on the cross country team so I can tell everyone I’m dating a Division I athlete, but you aren’t in one of those sports where it like, takes up all your time. You had a cool internship, everybody on campus loves you because you volunteer and help and you’re nice to everyone, even the janitors. You’re sweet and you’ve got a great body and you… you know,” she dropped her voice now “always deliver on what’s promised. You’ve been the perfect person to spend the last few semesters with.”

“I… I don’t understand what the problem is. I sound great from what you’re saying,” Ron seethed, frustration clear in his tone.

“I need a man for the next part of my life. Not a frat boy, not even if he doesn’t exactly fit the stereotype. I’m going to Harvard Law School in the fall. Do you understand how big of a deal that is?”

“Yes! That’s why I am pursuing a job in Boston. To be with you.”

“At a beer company.”

“I’m not opening a bar with my buddies. It’s a research and development role at a major corporation!”

“You have a degree in food science,” Astoria replied, rolling her eyes.

“It’s not like we spend all our time eating. It’s a real field. I got an A in Organic Chemistry.”

“Org Chem with Murphy. The serious students take it with Professor Kettle.”

Ron just gaped at her.

“If I’m going to be a federal judge by the time I’m 40, I need to stop dicking around. And I’m sorry, you’re not a Marty Ginsberg.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not an Armie Hammer either. Feels like there’s some wiggle room between those two extremes.”

“You’re a great guy. And I’m sure you’ll be a great husband to a marketing specialist or a pharmaceutical sales rep. And maybe if I was going to go to Wayne State or Northwestern, things would be different. But this is Harvard Law. There are just… expectations that any potential spouse meet a certain intellectual bar. Or at least a social bar. I mean, my sister is engaged to a Kennedy!”

At that point, the waiter approached the table with their desserts. Astoria stood up. “I’m really sorry. I’ll just call an Uber.” She paused and kissed him on the cheek before exiting the dining room.

“Uh, should I wrap these to go?” asked the waiter as Ron watched Astoria leave.

[ironstarker]

Could you do a « Peter meets the rogues » where Peter calls Tony daddy and Steve and Bucky are confused because they are old and then Peter kisses Tony or something cause he is a little sh*t and is a tease and then they get it...

Notes: Went for something cute and fluffy here. I’m hoping it met that mark and you enjoy it! I am conveniently ignoring Morgan and Pepper’s existence in this because I didn’t want to go too plot heavy and down a rabbit hole of rambles that nobody wants to read. Fuck I think I did it anyway.

Warning(s): Daddy Kink, Post-Endgame, Kind of Fix-It (nobody died), Fluff, Tony and Bucky compare metal arms (not a euphemism), Stucky if you really look for it, Hints of Angst

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A quiet life. Quiet retirement. That was what Tony had anticipated after losing an arm in his quest to save the universe. What he hadn’t anticipated was overseeing the construction of a new compound, not to mention shelling out the cash to fund it. So where did that leave a handful of displaced Avengers? His cabin. The fully furnished, three bedroom cabin that he’d bought to hide away from the rest of society and drink himself into a stupor because every time he thought about the fact that he’d inadvertently let Peter die, it had driven him to pour another glass of scotch.

The cabin wasn’t big enough for the amount of people they had, but there again, neither was the rest of the world. After the snap (blip was for Gen-Zers or people who hadn’t been there to watch), most of the properties that weren’t maintained were left to rot. People moved on as best they could, but the vultures swooped in and snatched properties worth next to nothing back left and right. Tony had enough pull (hello, “Hero-of-the-Universe,” anyone?) to return the Bleecker Street location to Stephen Strange, the ungrateful bastard, and he’d heard that New Asgard was accepting residents. But the rest of them? In his cabin. It smelled like a pig sty and Tony kept finding more coffee grounds in the garbage disposal.

Fucking animals. He was betting Steve was the culprit.

He kept to himself for the most part, tinkering away in the garage. He ducked anyone and everyone who tried talking to him, save Peter.

The kid was a godsend.

The kid was also the reason he’d lost an arm, if you thought about it hard enough, but Tony didn’t see it that way. 

The first month after his recovery, he’d seen the look in Peter’s eyes. The guilt. The kid trailed after him, more of a lost puppy than usual, trying to pick up around the house and get Tony his things when he needed. Before Tony had managed to build himself a new arm, it had frustrated him. He’d rounded on the kid in the middle of the kitchen one day, the rest of the crew piled onto his couch or wedged somehow into the living room, and started shouting at him, telling him that he wasn’t an invalid and he could wash the damn dishes himself. 

The look on the kid’s face after he’d snapped at him? It nearly tore the man in two.

He found Peter later that evening on the dock overlooking the lake, the rubber bottoms on the kid’s shoes skimming the surface of the water. Tony stood behind him a while, and then he’d grunted and said, “This seat taken?”

The rest, as they say, was history.

By history, what Tony meant was they ended up making out by the dock as the sun went down. It was all very romantic. The kid was bathed in this orange light, and maybe that was what possessed Tony to kiss him in the first place. He’d pulled back thinking it was about the dumbest thing he’d ever done, but the kid had launched himself into the man’s arms and nearly sent them both over the edge and into the water. They kissed for hours out there, like each needed the other to remember how to breathe, and then proceeded to spend the next month feigning nonchalance and hiding their non-relationship-relationship from the others.

It wasn’t an easy thing to do. They were also stuck playing house with one Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes (the coaxing it had taken from Rogers to let that fuck through his front door was astounding, but the man was growing on Tony now that they could bond over their respective lost limbs). Bruce had made his departure once he realized he was making the confined spaces even more confined, and Clint and Nat hadn’t stayed long. Long enough to make sure Tony wasn’t going to drop dead, but Clint had his family to be with and Nat seemed inclined to take a mysterious sabbatical. 

He and Peter did okay. Kept the moaning to a minimum at night, tried not to let the bed frame smack into the walls. It was harder than you might think, given the fact that the kid had superpowers and he wanted to knock Tony into the headboard every now and then, but they managed. It wasn’t until one day in the kitchen, when Tony was sipping on his morning coffee, that they slipped up. Or rather Peter slipped up.

“Daddy, where’s the rest of the coffee?”

Tony froze, and it was a lucky thing the mug was in the bionic hand, because that thing was quick to catch the cup before it could shatter onto the floor. Barnes, who was chewing a piece of bacon at the table, had looked up with a quirked brow. Steve was reading the news on a tablet (which Tony was so thankful for, because it had taken way too long to train the man on how to do that), but he paused to squint over at them, confusion written across his face.

Peter acted like he didn’t notice, and he huffed. “Daddy.”

Tony’s head jerked in the kid’s direction, and his eyes went wide as though to ask what the fuck Peter thought he was doing. The boy smiled at him in response, batting his eyelashes oh-so innocently.

Steve cleared his throat. “Daddy?”

“What’s wrong with the spider-kid? Hit your head or somethin’?” Barnes said it through a mouthful of food.

“What do you mean?” Peter was walking towards Tony now, and his fingers wrapped around the mug in the older man’s grasp. The mechanical fingers released the hold that Tony had on the mug. Peter brought it to his lips, sipping the liquid. “Mm.” He leaned up on his toes, kissing Tony’s cheek. “Thank you, Daddy.”

The shade of red that Tony’s face turned matched the metallic arm. He heard someone choking in the background, and then a steady thwap as Steve tried to dislodge the bacon from Barnes’ throat.

Peter bit back a laugh. “Guess the secret’s out.”

[kooala]

once you realize - chapter four

USERNAME CHANGE!!

!!used to be kookie-off-his-kookie  but now it’s kooala!!

A/N: Hey guys! I’m glad you enjoyed my last chapter! Here is the fourth one and I really hope you enjoy reading as much as I loved writing it!

I also hope you guys will be happy to hear that it’ll turn out to be longer than expected so get ready for five, potentially six chapters! (: ✨

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, Taehyung x his girlfriend Mina

Tags: best friend! Jungkook, idol verse, friends to lovers!

Genre:  angst, fluff, mutual pining, angst basically the cutest falling in love story

Wordcount: 3,2k

Warnings: language! flirting! careful kids, this one’s a slow burner..

Parts: chapter one / chapter two / chapter three / chapter four / chapter five / chapter six / chapter seven

Summary: Jungkook’s thought had been running wild for a long time now and although he still wasn’t sure if it was worth risking it all, he felt like there was only one way to find out. 

masterlist 

After waiting for almost forty-five minutes for Mina to get ready, the two of you arrived relatively late to the apartment. As the elevator doors opened to the massive entrance way, chaos seemed to be ensued already, judging by the screams that seemingly came from the living room.   “Guys! It’s been two months to get all of you together so can you just all get to the screening room? Or it’ll take us another month to start that dumb ass movie!”, BamBam was yelling across the entire first floor and as your heart started dropping, you paused while Mina walked out of the elevator. “Are you coming?”, she looked over confused and you felt so nervous all of a sudden, you couldn’t even exit the elevator.

“Hey... what’s wrong?” She raised her hand to keep the elevator doors open as they tried to shut and looked at you worried. “Y/N..”, she asked again and followed you into the elevator. “Why didn’t you tell me they’ll all be here? I don’t want to see Jae... I wouldn’t have come if I had known.”, you whispered and the expression on your friends face was thoroughly confused. “But I thought you liked him? I thought things were going well?”, she asked and pushed the button to open the doors again before the two of you felt trapped in an elevator. “Not like that. Not anymore. And after yesterday I really don’t...” – “Hey guys!” Tae walked over as the elevator doors had opened for a third time and you and Mina walked out since there was no turning back now.

“Hey, love.”, he smiled, kissing her soft before hugging you in. “Are you guys ready? It’s a mess, that’s all I can say.”, he chuckled and Mina looked at you over her shoulder, a worried look on her face as Tae dragged her along to the others.

Stalling for a long while you took a deep breath, waiting in the hallway to collect your thoughts before facing embarrassment in the other room.

“Waiting for me?”

Jungkook’s voice behind you out of the blue made you jump and as you turned over to see him walk out of the hallway with the bedrooms, your heart stumbled a little bit. He was wearing sweats and an oversize crewneck, his hair so fluffy and un-styled as if he had just woken up. “What happened to you? Did you just wake up?”, you blurted out nervously without filtering and Jungkook’s eyes turned into two big, round orbs. “Do I look bad?”, he asked insecure, ruffling his hair nervously and you felt absolutely stupid for blurting it out like that, since he looked anything but bad. “No. Not at all... You look really cute.”, you stirred back and the mixed signals you were giving off, even gave yourself a whiplash. “Oh..” His cheeks turned bright red and he cleared his throat, rubbing his neck nervously.

“Y/N! ARE YOU COMING?!”, Tae yelled down the hallway and you chuckled, following Jungkook who was leading the way.

The sheer volume of people talking in the living room was insane. There were so many people it was hard to keep track of who was attending, which made the thought of unintentionally running into Jaebeom somewhat manageable. Chances were rather low in this case.

Loosing Mina and Jungkook somewhere along the way of getting a drink you started feeling a little lost and insecure. Although all of these people were your friends, it was difficult when your thoughts and feelings were playing games with you and while everyone was still gathering some drinks and snacks from the kitchen counters, you had already made your way to the screening room, packed with big movie theater chairs.

“Hey!”, Jimin chirped from the second row and you smiled, waving at him while taking a seat on the far back, right on the edge of the room, something about sitting in the middle made you feel uneasy. “How are things going?” He knelt up onto his chair, turning around to face you while hugging the backrest.

You smiled and shrugged. “You know, all good. Better than yesterday. Sorry again for.. you know.”, you smiled embarrassed, while kicking off your shoes and pulling your legs up onto the seat. “Don’t worry about it. Just happy to see Jungkook got you home safe.”, he wiggled his eyebrows in a meaningful way and you weren’t sure what you were supposed to read into this. Before you had the chance to ask any questions, Tae entered the room with Mina and the two of them propped onto the double chair right next to yours.

You watched them curling up with a blanket quietly, putting their arms around each other and allowed yourself to let the loneliness you had been feeling, show itself.

“Do you mind sharing?” You looked up to see Jungkook had walked around the seats, showing up right beside you while pointing at the empty side of the double seat you had been sitting on. His arms seemed loaded with packs of food and a big blanket and with a smile you nodded.

“Sure.”

Reaching up you helped him sort out all of the snacks and drinks, helping him take a seat and prop the blanket over his lap. “I got it for you, too, you know?”, he chuckled, taking the blanket and placing it over your legs as well.

Both of you got to putting up the foot rests immediately, stretching out on your seats and once everyone had finally taken their seats in the room, Namjoon started the movie.

“Want to know a secret?” you whispered after a couple of Minutes and Jungkook bent over his head without taking his eyes off the screen. “I’ve never seen a marvel movie.”, you mumbled and his head immediately turned over to face yours, making you aware of how close he was. “What do you mean?”, he asked confused and you quietly opened the bags of sweet potato chips. “I just... haven’t seen any of the movies.”, you stated again and Jungkook looked heartbroken. “You can’t start with endgame if you haven’t seen the others?”, he whispered confused and the way he sounded like a little boy while saying that, made you chuckle.

“Well, then I guess you’ll have to show me then.”, you mumbled, eating a chip and with a smirk on your lip, you turned your head back over to face him. You were clearly flirting with him and judging his face, he was taken by surprise. “You can’t start with the last movie though...”, he insisted and with a shrug, you shuffled a little lower into your seat, stretching your leg out a little closer next to his. “I’ll manage.” You gave him a little wink before focusing your attention to the screen you hadn’t really looked at once up until now.

Not really sure why you acted the way you did, you internally cursed yourself, making sure to scold yourself for how you had been talking, especially in a room full of people. What if anyone would notice? You could feel Jungkook’s eyes lingering for a moment, trying to catch yours again but you made sure not to take your eyes off the movie this time. You had to tone it down or you were going to lose your best friend over the thrill of a few tingles in your stomach.

The past months both of you had been busy and if you admitted it to yourself, you had missed him more than just a little bit and although it hurt your pride to admit that a boy seemed to have taken over your life, he had definitely occupied most of your thoughts.

Every now and then, when you felt like it was safe to watch him during the movie, you glanced over, looking at his dimly lit up profile, super focused on the movie, lips parted and eyes quickly scanning every detail on the screen.

You couldn’t help but hold in that smile creeping over your lips and wrapping your arms a bit more around yourself, you tried to hold in the flutter that seemed to grow in your stomach. Nothing could make you feel more tingly than the close proximity between the both of you and once Jungkook was brave enough to glance over to you, too, he immediately reached over to put the blanket over you a little bit more, worried you may have been cold. The thankful smile and little nose scrunch you gave him while you said thank you, made his heart melt in his chest, leaving nothing but a warm pool of flutters on the inside.  

He wasn’t stupid, he had definitely been able to tell what you did earlier. The flirting had made his stomach twist into a tight but warm knot and since he wasn’t sure how to reply to that bold attempt of yours, he just kept quiet while trying to think of a way to respond. Although it was one of his favorite things to watch, he couldn’t seem to keep his thoughts on what was going on at the screen – quite the opposite actually. He seemed to be hyper aware of how you felt next to him, he felt you looking at him and he felt every shift and movement in your body.

The blanket he covered the both of you with,  seemed to make him even more aware of how hot he felt in his stomach. Sharing this enclosed space with you, made it worth it though.  

He had talked to his father about how he felt about you not too long ago but since his mom had been the one making a move on his father, he couldn’t really help with the perfect advise. His dad had advised him to only make a move if he was absolutely sure because losing a friendship just to “see how it goes” seemed like a bad idea – and Jungkook agreed.

But how to know if you’re absolutely sure? He had spent the past weeks thinking about it constantly, looking for signs that made him sure. Was thinking about you  constantly proof enough? Was that love? He thought about the incident with Jaebeom – was being jealous and angry reason enough to believe it was real? What determined how serious feelings were?

All he could really say was that sitting right next to you in that very second made him feel brave and insecure at the same time. Insecure because it was so close, there was no way to hide emotions or imperfections. What you saw was what you were going to get – the Jungkook that wasn’t perfect like the one in music videos or on pictures. It was just him – just Jungkook. Brave, because it made him want to reach out, put his arm around you, touch your hand, put his hand on your thigh and although thinking about this made the feeling in his chest grow – he simply wasn’t sure if he could risk it. He didn’t touch your hand out of the overwhelming fear of rejection and he didn’t put his arm around you in case anyone could see.

Taking a silent deep breath as his thoughts were running wild, he peeked over to Taehyung laying stretched out on his seat with his girlfriend resting on his chest. He could see how Tae was running his hand over her arm absentmindedly while watching the movie and all he wanted to do is turn around and do the same with you. Have you close, take a deep breath while you’re in his embrace.

What if he just did it? What if he would just reach out to you under the covers of the blanket, without anyone but you knowing what he just did? What if... He took a deep breath feeling the sudden nerves hit him so hard, that he felt his throat close up but curiosity had gotten the better of him and for the first time in over a year – he just needed to know.

You were watching the movie quietly and confused because without some of the backstory, most parts didn’t seem make sense to you and while trying to piece together the fragments of conversations they were having,  completely focused on the storyline and trying to make sense out of it all, you didn’t even notice it at first.

The touch was very faint and you dismissed it as accidental without giving it much thought but as you turned on your chair a bit, facing him a little more, you could definitely feel something. His hand was touching the hand you had resting on your thigh and this time, it seemed to be a little firmer than the first time, making you freeze mid breathing.

The sudden panic and excitement that hit you made it difficult to breathe. Was this actually happening? Did he really reach out for your hand under the covers of the blanket? Unable to look at him you just waited, not sure if he had pulled his hand back because it had been accidental or because you didn’t seem to join the motion. Sitting absolutely still, you waited.

There it was again.

He was doing it. He was definitely reaching out to touch your hand and while his fingers faintly only rested on your pinky, you took a deep breath and clasped your pinky around his slowly. You could tell, he immediately turned his head to look at you but you felt too shy to even move or breathe too loudly, scared the others would know and although he was the one touching your hand, you were even scared Jungkook was going to figure out you reciprocated the motion.

But he had figured it out and the fact that you had closed your pinky around his, made him feel like his chest was about to burst from excitement. Clenching his jaw nervously, he pushed his hand slowly under yours, tracing his fingertips over your palm until your hand rested on top of his loosely. His nerves started to get to him and he was absolutely panicked about what he was doing. What if he had sweaty palms? What if he misinterpreted your move?

Feeling his hand shift, your cheeks started getting really hot. You could basically feel your ears turning red and faced with embarrassment you did your best to not turn your head away from the screen in hopes wasn’t going to notice how badly you were blushing.

His hand felt really warm and soft in yours and if your heart hadn’t been racing yet, it was surely skipping beats once he slid his fingers between yours hesitantly, interlocking both of your hands. You wished you could’ve glanced down to see if it was really happening but the blanket was shielding you from it and partially, you felt happy.

No one else was going to witness this, it was going to be between him and you only.

“Why is Thor without the long hair I think they should’ve brought that back. Jungkookie could’ve  shown him how to grow his hair out – he’s been doing nothing but shaking his head to get it out of his eyes.”, Namjoon started breaking the absolute silence in the room.

The sudden conversation made both of you twitch so hard and pulling your hands apart that you had to immediately pull your phone out of your bum pocket to act busy, hoping they couldn’t see your burning red cheeks in the dim light.

“Huh?”, Jungkook asked because he hadn’t been listening at all, immediately raising his hand that had just rested in yours, to scratch the back of his head nervously. You dared to peek over at him and could definitely see his pink cheeks. Your smile was so big it almost hurt your cheeks from feeling so excited and tense.

The movie had almost finished at this point and you couldn’t get yourself to place your hand back into his, feeling shy and awkward like a child all of a sudden, so when the lights turned back on, you pulled your sweater sleeves over your hands, playing with the hem. Jungkook scooted forward in his seat, stretching his arms over his head long and loud until he sunk back into himself.

He turned his head to look at you and although he had initiated all of this, you felt caught, blushing again. The way he took a quick glance at your cheeks and chuckled seeing them, made you feel even more shy about it and you half-heartedly slapped his arm.

“Did you like the movie?”, he asked as if nothing happened while all of the others got up to head out to the living room. Feeling like you needed to do something or you wouldn’t stop blushing, you started gathering the trash on your seat, and on the floor. “I couldn’t really follow.”, you shyly stated, leaving it up to him if he took it as you missing the backstory of if he interpreted the hand incident with it.

“I can do it.”, he mumbled and bent down to pick up the popcorn kernels off the floor. The second he had bent down, was the second you wanted to look up at him and with a loud thud that made your teeth shutter, you hit your head against his, making you fall back over onto the floor you were kneeling on.

“Oh shit.”, you mumbled, rubbing your forehead and as you opened your teary eyes you could see him crouching down holding his head as well, a painful expression on his face. “Sorry.”, you mumbled chuckling, trying to blink away the tears in your eyes. “Was my fault.”, he chuckled and looked over at you. “I mean I always knew you were stubborn and all but damn Kooks.”, you laughed and he couldn’t help but laugh as well, reaching over to place one of his hands on the side of your head, gently rubbing the temple where the two of you had bumped into each other, with his thumb.

“That’s because it’s full of bad ideas.”, he mumbled chuckling and you weren’t quite sure what to do with that comment. Was it meant to hint on the hand holding earlier? Was it just meant to be a joke?

“Better?”, he asked after a moment, looking down at you. He was closer than he’d been in a long time and the close range between your faces made your cheeks flush again. You could only nod.

His eyes tried to find yours and although you looked away at first, too shy to meet his gaze, you felt how persistent he seemed to be about it. Jungkook took a deep breath, smiling at you. He hesitantly reached over to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, softly rubbing over your temple a couple more times.

“You two getting paid to clean?” Jin yelled, poking his head through the door, making you flinch. “Just a casualty. I accidentally hit her head.”, Jungkook explained and Jin walked over to check on the both of you, forcing Jungkook to lower his hands.

“Everything ok, Y/N?”, Jin asked worried and you smiled, waving it off. “Yea, just bumped our heads.”, you smiled and took the hand Jungkook was offering you to help you get up. This time, holding his hand was different because now you knew how soft and gentle it could feel. You quickly let go of it, still confused by all the touches that had happened over the past couple of hours, desperately trying to sort out all those thoughts running through your head.

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