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ravenforce · 5 years ago

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Manhattan 2

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Warning/s: None. (Would you believe that? Lol.)

A/N: Thank you so much for everyone who likes, and follows this story. You guys are amazing. Please leave your reactions, bloody or otherwise, on the comment section. My inbox is open too if you’d like to pop by. Oh, and please note the ff:

1. If there are any grammatical mistakes I’ve still overlooked, I apologize.

2. Since you’re already reading this part. Please, be careful out there. Protect yourself from NCOV. Wear a mask if you’re going outside. Wash your hand regularly, and bring alcohol everywhere you go. Take your vitamin C seriously, and stay hydrated. If you feel flu-like symptoms, get yourself checked by experts. Don’t self-medicate. The world is a better place because you’re here. Stay with me. Xx

Manhattan Parts: 1 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9

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The Morning After - Lou’s POV

Lou can faintly see that the sun is already up and peaking through her curtains. Rather than get up, she shut her eyes tighter, the events of the night prior rushing to the forefront of her brain. She sighed happily as she remembers how soft you were against her hands, how obedient you were, and how beautiful you sound begging her to go faster, harder, and most especially when you screamed her name. She groaned when she remembered how you moaned as you come undone in her mouth and hands. She rolled on her back like she’s been struck by lightning when she remembers how you look in her bed, sated and peaceful.

She was disappointed when she found your spot on the bed empty. She sighed, no one leaves her in bed. It is her that always leave, and the other party begging her to stay but she never does. She sat up, she decided she’s not gonna wallow and think that you leaving is some sort of karma for every girl she left satisfied, yet heartbroken. She decided she’s going to shower because you both did plenty of dirty stuff last night, and then she’s gonna come downstairs to find her brothers and their merry gang of beautiful misfits and have breakfast with them.

Dressed in a crisp white button-up shirt, dark jeans, and black boots, Lou barged into the service kitchen where she knew everyone was holing after a night of partying.

“Good morning, children,” she greeted happily. Amidst being disappointed about your departure, she’s still positively lighter.

The soft morning conversation came to a stop. It took a minute for everyone to process her presence, that Lou, their big sister is home for once. She’s rarely home ever since she opened the art gallery, The Heist, in Manhattan with Debbie, Daphne, and the crew.

“Sestra,” Loki greeted when Lou rounded the corner towards the coffee machine. “Your after-sex-glow can be seen from outer space.”

The Avengers choked on their breakfast items, Loki and Lou started laughing.

“Loki!” Thor admonished after successfully gulping down his french toasts.

“What? She looks great!”

“You could have gone with that,” Tony complained, blushing profusely and pointedly not looking at Lou. They’ve all been close to her, growing up with the boys but they still don’t like being privy to Lou’s sexual affairs.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Loki, ever the sassiest, said.

Thor watched his big sister for a minute, and the three of them have been closed enough to know that Loki’s right. Lou’s definitely glowing.

“Please tell me you didn’t pick up a random college girl from the party last night,” Thor said warned jokingly.

Lou smirked and intentionally didn’t answer the question as she makes her coffee.

“Lou?” Thor asked, squinting his eyes at his sister’s back.

Lou turned around to look at her blonde sibling with an infuriating smile on her face.

“Well,” she started, intentionally pausing a beat or three to annoy her brother. “I didn’t actively look for her. She stumbled on my lair, what am I supposed to do?”

Loki and the rest of the gang laughed, while Thor continued mumbling and complaining about having to look at the poor girl sulking at school because the legendary Lou Odinson won’t pick up their calls.

”Besides, how am I supposed to walk away from her? She’s breathtaking,” Lou said with genuine fondness.

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Heavy Breakfast - Your POV

Before everyone can grill Lou on who she slept with, you barged in the service kitchen looking slightly dishevelled and with a deep frown on your face. The conversation dropped, while the tension rises. Everyone looked surprised that you’re on-site, their collective gaze fell on Nat and Carol in an instant. The two looked terrified and wholly unprepared for your arrival. They still haven’t quite polished exactly what they wanted to stay, even though they’ve been trying to reach you since the sun started to rise.

“God, Odinsons’ your house is insane,” you said dramatically.

“I went outside to make a phone call, and I got lost on the way back,” you ranted before looking up from your phone and quickly looked at your friends.

Your perfectly constructed poker face nearly slipped when you saw Lou standing behind Tony and Maria by the coffee maker. She looked mildly surprised but more entertained at the idea of being in the same room as you and the two women she helped you forget - temporarily - last night. You held back the urge to roll her eyes at her.

“You’re not the first to complain about that,” Lou quipped. “I told the boys to put up signs but I guess they’re both lazy idiots.”

You cracked a smile remembering how she called her brothers that last night before threatening to beat them up, assuming they made you cry. Tony and Maria caught the smile, no matter how small it was and quirked an eyebrow.

“Putting up signs around the house is ridiculous,” Thor complained as you walk towards the coffee machine.

“Not to mention tasteless,” Loki backed his big brother up.

Lou handed you her mug of coffee before starting a fresh brew. Thor and Loki stopped talking in an instant, as everyone watches you drink from Lou’s cup. You let out an ungodly moan as you let Lou’s perfectly brewed black coffee with two sugars wash over you, and warm you inside out. Your friends are watching the two of you like hawks. You can hear the cogs in their heads turning, piecing every action and reaction together.

Any minute now, you thought.

“You look good in my shirt,” Lou commented, full-on grinning now.

“Holy shit,” Tony exclaimed.

“What?!” Thor yelled as he stumbles out of his stool.

You just shrugged before turning to your friends. You don’t care much that they know. You’ll tell them eventually, anyway. You just worry that you sleeping with Lou will change your dynamics with Thor and Loki. Wanda looked surprised while Maria looks worried for a second, she knows you best. So, she knows you slept with Lou as a coping mechanism.

Loki and Tony look impressed while Thor looks like he’s still processing but he doesn’t look angry. Nat and Carol looked pissed as hell.

“You slept with Lou?” Nat asked, voice clearly on edge. You frowned, not liking the tone she’s using. “Why?”

“Because I can,” you answered simply, voice neutral. “And I wanted to. Last time I checked I’m free to do whatever and whoever I want.”

“We know we fucked up last night,” Carol started to say. “But this retribution is brutal.”

You can feel your blood starting boil at that. You wanted to yell that you didn’t sleep with Lou as revenge for them kissing Steve and Val, you did it for you. You did it to forget, sure but you did it also because you’re attracted to the woman for fuck sake. You wanted to scream so many things, some of them probably spiteful but you weren’t able to as Lou’s warm, soft hand landed purposely on the small of your back. Everyone caught the action, Nat and Carol’s frown dipped deeper as they watch all your anger dissipate.

“I can’t do this right now,” you sighed before putting Lou’s mug on the sink next to you.

Lou just nodded at you before stepping away from her. You walked towards Maria and Wanda before planting a soft kiss on both their cheeks with a soft promise that you’ll explain everything soon enough. You walked towards the Odinson boys next, pulling them both out of the kitchen and into the hallway. Once out of everyone’s prying eyes, you tugged the boys into a hug which they immediately reciprocated, sandwiching you between them.

“I’m sorry about all of this,” you whispered. Thor’s hand landed on the small of your back, while Loki placed his around your shoulder. “I hope we’re cool?”

The boys can hear the worry and hesitation on your voice. Loki smiled at you, before tucking a loose hair behind your ear. “I’m cool with whatever you and Lou are up to. I ship it.”

You smiled at the raven-haired boy before turning towards Thor.

“I don’t understand it but it’s not my business. I just hope you understand what you’re getting into,” Thor said, worry lacing his voice.

The truth is, he secretly ships it as well but he knows her sister’s reputation in New York. She’s been living in Manhattan for a couple of years now, and never had Lou ever dated anyone seriously. He knows her sister’s not the relationship type. She beds girls that caught her interest for a small amount of time until she gets bored or until the girls started developing real feelings for her; then Lou bolts.

She doesn’t care how long the arrangement has gone, if romantic feelings are involved, she’s out. She doesn’t care much if it hurts. For their sister, it’ll hurt worse if she pretends she can give them something she couldn’t. For their sister, it’ll only hurt worst in the long run because what she gives won’t be enough. Lou has been leaving a trail of broken hearts everywhere she goes that’s why Thor worries about you.

You sighed happily. All things considered, you know you’re gonna be okay now that you’ve secured your friendship with the Odinson boys. You were about to leave when the door opened revealing Nat and Carol.

“Wait, Y/N. Please stay,” Nat pleaded.

“Let us explain,” Carol added. “Let us try and fix this, please.”

You wanted to ignore both of them but the sadness in their voice stopped you on your track. You turned towards them and saw the two woman you truly adore nearly in tears.

“I can’t,” you started. Nat and Carol visibly deflated. “Not right now. I need to go home and get ready. I have an interview for the internship program. We’ll talk after, I promise.”

“Okay,” they answered smiling softly at each other.

At that moment, you decided that there’s no point holding on the hurt and anger. No matter what, you still love Nat and Carol but you decided you’re not gonna be a player in their game anymore. When you met the two, you knew they still have feelings for each other but they’re too stubborn to admit it, yet you still willingly played. You decided though that if you can’t be with them, you’ll help them get who they deserve.

No more running away. No more mind games, no more using other people to make each other jealous. No one else is gonna get hurt, just because Nat and Carol can’t be honest with each other but that’ll have to wait after your interview.

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The Heist - Lou’s POV

“You’re late,” Daphne stated the obvious as Lou walked in leisurely in the conference room two hours after she’s supposed to be in.

Debbie noted the soft smile on her best friends face but said nothing. Lou just shrugged as she plopped down on her designated chair beside Debbie.

“I’m sorry,” Lou said but didn’t offer any other explanation.

She didn’t really have to explain how she stayed up all night just to make you come undone. She didn’t really have to explain how she offered to drive you home as an excuse to spend more time with you. She didn’t feel like sharing how she drove leisurely back to Manhattan because a part of her wants to stay in Ithaca, and risked being teased by her friends for immediately having a soft spot for a girl she barely knew.

9Ball looked up from her laptop to regard Lou for a moment, then every one to check if they’re seeing exactly what she’s seeing.

“At least one of us had a good weekend,” 9ball said with a smirk.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you with an after-sex-glow, like ever,” Tammy said making everyone laugh and Lou to roll her eyes playfully.

“Agreed,” Debbie seconded.

“See, even Debbie agrees,” Constance said, “So who’s the lucky girl?”

“There’s no girl,” Lou lied. She knows that Debbie can tell she’s lying but she doesn’t care. She’s not ready to share you with her vulture friends yet.

Before anyone can call her out on her bullshit, the gallery secretary, Charlie poked her head in the conference room.

“She’s here,” she said looking at Debbie.

“Saved by the bell,” Amita teased, prompting everyone to start giggling again. Debbie shushed them after a minute. Charlie who has been working in the gallery since it opened didn’t bat an eye on her bosses weird antics. She just waits patiently for instructions.

“Send her in,” Debbie instructed before Charlie nodded and scurried away to get the last interviewee for the gallery intern position. Whoever gets the job will join her, and the second gallery assistant, Kurt at the bottom of the corporate ladder.

Lou looked at her best friend with a silent question but before she can answer, the door opened and the applicant walked in.

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The Interview - Your POV

You stopped dead on your tracks when you saw Lou, while the other paled a little.

Holy shit, you thought to yourself.

When Lou said she’s a businesswoman, it didn’t occur to you that she might be the owner of the art gallery you’re applying for an internship. You internally cursed the alcohol you consumed the night before for missing dead giveaways that Lou owns the Heist, like the number of artworks and art pieces in her home office, or the magazines on her coffee table featuring her and her crew.

You were pulled away from your internal musing when 9Ball jumped out of her chair to tackle you softly in a hug.

“Y/N!!” 9Ball exclaimed as she rubs her pretty face on the side of yours. Lou frowned at the action.

“You know each other?” Lou asked carefully keeping her voice neutral.

9Ball extricated herself from your person before dragging you to the table. “This is Y/N Y/L/N, she’s my friend from MIT. She’s eighteen when we graduated uni,” 9Ball bragged.

“We know, nine. We read her file” Rose said smiling.

Lou frowned because she doesn’t know, she forgot to read your file. She meant to do it yesterday but well, she met you instead. Though she knows things about you, it would be inappropriate for her to divulge them in this interview. She had to bite her lips to stop herself from smiling, thinking about all the tiny details she knows about that isn’t in your resume. Daphne caught her though but decided it’s not the time to discuss what’s going on.

“Y/N you’ve been vouched by Nine, and your credentials are spot on,” Debbie started to say, using her CEO voice. “So I’m wondering why you still want to do this interview rather than just get the job?”

You smiled up at your potentially new boss. You can easily see that Debbie is the level-headed one in their group.

“I work great with Nine. You all work great with Nine but that doesn’t mean you will work great with me,” you said softly, confusing everyone some more.

“I need you to assess me as a person, not just my credentials.” You paused to let that information sink in. 9Ball looks at you with pride in her eyes.

“I’m great in the paper, sure. I possess the technical qualities to perform an excellent job, but I believe all of it is to go to waste if you find my personality doesn’t match yours.”

Smart. Debbie noted on your resume without breaking eye contact. She smiled at you, clearly impressed. She looked around the table to assess her team’s reaction, and by the happy look on their faces, she knew they liked you as well. Everyone was enamoured by you if their attempts to engage you in a conversation all at the same time is to go by.

“What do you think?” she whispered towards Lou.

Lou didn’t take her eyes off you as she answers. “I think she’s perfect…for the job,” Lou caught her slipped up early on but by the look on Debbie’s face, she knew she caught it.

Debbie cleared her throat to draw everyone’s attention back to her. She looked at you intensely, the pregnant pause is giving you anxiety. “Y/N, when do you think you can start the job?”

You heaved a great sigh of relief. “Can you give me until next week to find an apartment, move, and get settled?”

Debbie nodded before standing up, walking to you and shaking your hand.“Welcome to the Heist,” she said smiling. Then everyone came over to congratulate you and give you hugs, except Lou.

***

You were standing at the side of the gallery entrance, texting Maria the good news when someone stood toe-to-toe with you. You’ve seen that boots this morning but you opted to finish your text with Maria before looking up at Lou.

“Would you prefer if I turn down the job?” you asked tentatively. You’re a little worried that she didn’t come over to congratulate you awhile ago.

“What?! No! Unless you don’t think you can’t work with me,” she teased. You laughed softly.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Ms Odinson.”

“Miller,” she said. You tilted your head confused. “I don’t use Odinson here. It attracts too much-unwanted attention.”

You wanted to make a joke about how such a face would attract a lot of attention but the seriousness in her voice prompted you to let it go.

“Well don’t flatter yourself, Ms Miller,” you corrected yourself, trying to imitate the way she talks. Lou laughs at your antics. You’re such a child but instead of running for the hills, she’s craving you more and more.

“Anyway, do you have plans tonight? Thought maybe since you’re here, we can celebrate.” Lou wanted to smack herself for being unable to resist vomiting her words. She doesn’t do nervous but something about asking you out, platonic or otherwise, feels daunting to her.

“I can’t tonight. I promised Maria and Wanda I’ll be home for dinner,” you said with a frown. “And you know I promised Natasha and Carol we’ll talk too.”

Lou mirrored your frown. Something about you, and Nat, and Carol in one sentence ruin her good mood. “Okay. Some other time, maybe?”

“Now, who can’t get enough of who?” you teased, effectively eradicating the frown on the blonde woman’s face.

“Shut up.”

You laughed. She started laughing too while hailing a cab for you. When the famous yellow car pulled up on the curb next to you, you bid her farewell. You stopped before entering the vehicle to look at her.

“Maybe you can help me warm my new apartment soon.”

It wasn’t a question. It’s an offer, and Lou knows it.

She smiled broadly at you.

“It’s a date,” she said before the yellow taxi rolled you away.

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lesbian-deadpool · 5 years ago

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Wanda: I don't have that many close friendships, and sports are the worst, so I just thought, you know, this could be something fun to share.

Y/N: You're becoming an Avenger because you're lonely?

Wanda: Who isn't sometimes, right?

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kj-1130 · 3 years ago

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Hiraeth has only 7 chapters and the epilogue left!! For now my focus will be on that. I’ll probably release a chapter of it everyday once I get it all together.

After Hiraeth is all complete, my focus will fully be on Baby Thief and requests.

If you have sent in a request and you haven’t seen it yet, don’t worry. I’ll be writing them and hopefully will have them done in no time.

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sourwolphs · 4 years ago

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Like an Animal - Bucky x Reader (4/8)

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Summary: Reader is an enhanced Omega kidnapped by Hydra and trapped in a cell with Alpha Bucky Barnes. Tags: A/B/O, Protective Bucky Barnes, Protective Steve Rogers, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending Warnings: Rated M

Wanda used our winding trip from the medical bay all the way to the residential quarters to point out all the amenities in the massive Avenger compound. There was a gym packed with state-of-the-art equipment, a training room with a boxing ring and floor-to-ceiling padding, a lap pool, steel-and-glass conference rooms and office spaces, and even vibranium-reinforced practice rooms for enhanced members of the team. In the upper levels, we passed through the sprawling main kitchen, a lounge packed with plush red couches and a bar stocked with top-shelf alcohol, and a dark and cozy movie room with a massive projector screen.

I was still feeling weak and tired post-heat, and seeing the Avengers compound felt surreal, like I was walking through a dream. All those years I’d spent running… from what? From this? From resources? From a pack? From a chance to make a difference?

Maybe I was crazy to already feel like I belonged here, that I could use the abilities I never asked for to do good in the world, but walking through the compound with Wanda felt… right. I felt like I was coming home.

The only piece missing was him, and it was getting harder and harder to ignore the insistent tug in my chest seeking out Alpha.

Wanda showed me up to my floor, one level above the other residential floor with the common kitchen and lounge area. The pack’s living quarters were built like an apartment complex with hallways full of doors— some with name tags and goofy indicators of the inhabitants (like a cardboard cutout of Captain America with a Sharpie heart drawn on his face outside of a door marked “Wilson” and a fuzzy Halloween doormat covered in orange spiders outside of “Romanoff”).

“Well, here you are,” Wanda said. We stopped in front of a door at the end of the second hallway. Inside was a newly renovated one-bedroom apartment, complete with a kitchenette, living area, bathroom and closet. It was cozy and fully-stocked— sheets, towels, pillows, even pantry staples— and had clearly been decorated by someone with an eye for interior design. I wondered if Tony’s Omega had been in charge of it.

I surprised myself when I felt a tear slip down my cheek, emotions bubbling up inside my chest. I’d spent so many years living in dumps, sleeping on couches and in bathtubs, even on wooden pallets in the back of a restaurant where I had worked for six months, when I could have just listened to that agent and found my way here.

Wanda must have caught the sadness, anger, gratitude and guilt swirling in my scent because she wordlessly leaned in for a hug, her arms warm and firm around me. “You will always be welcome here,” she murmured. I took a deep, soothing inhale of her cinnamon sugar scent and immediately felt my heightened emotions calm— a courtesy of her comforting designation.

After Wanda left me to relax and settle in, I showered and changed into a plain set of loungewear I found in the dresser, climbing into the freshly made bed for a nap and some time to think.

I’d spent the bulk of my adult life running from difficult choices and responsibilities, preferring to scrape by under the radar, hiding both my abilities and my designation. Even just a few days ago, I probably would have given Wanda the slip and found my way to another state to start over. But something had changed in me. I wanted to try.

Maybe it was the fact that the threats the red-haired agent had warned me of had finally become a reality in that Hydra cell.

Or maybe it had something to do with him.

The pack left me alone for a few hours, which I spent getting in a quick power nap before snooping through the apartment, finding good hiding spots and plotting emergency escape routes— because old habits die hard.

I had my head in the closet, groping at a panel in the wall that could either be an air duct or a hidden electrical control panel, when someone knocked softly. As I approached the door, I couldn’t help but take in a deep breath— hoping for that smoky cedar scent on the other side— only to be met with a smooth and neutral Beta blend that was surprisingly familiar.

On the other side of the door stood the red-haired agent.

Last time I’d seen her, there had still been hints of blonde growing out at the ends of her hair. Now, it was cut in a short bob at her jawline, the deep red at her roots running solid through the strands. She smelled like rosewater and ozone— a garden before the rain.

“It’s you,” I couldn’t stop myself from saying. She smirked at me, pouting her lips, and I couldn’t help but feel remorseful. I hadn’t been the nicest when she’d found me last. My escape had involved quite a lot of…. frozen body parts.

“Hi, Y/L/N,” she said. “You’re looking a little less frosty than the last time I saw you.”

I laughed nervously, hoping she wasn’t here to give me a dressing down. I’d only frozen her limbs a little bit back at Fifth Street. Besides, I wasn’t in any state for a brawl, especially with my connection to my abilities still weak post-heat— not to mention the lingering effects of the Terrigen Crystal restraints. “Do you want to… come in?” I asked, opening the door wider.

The Beta nodded and slipped through the door, gaze sweeping around the room before she plopped onto a sectional in the living room. She was graceful and lithe, clad in all-black athleisure, hair pulled back behind her head in a delicate french braid.

“I should probably introduce myse—��

“Did you braid my hair for me?” I interrupted.

She smiled and laughed a little, looking surprised. “You noticed?” She asked, patting the braid at the back of her own head. “I’m surprised you didn’t wake up when I did it, actually. Wanda and I didn’t want you to come to and think you were back in that cell. We figured cleaning you up a bit in the medbay would help.”

I swallowed down the unexpected lump forming in my throat. No one had cared for me like that since my Mom had passed. “Thank you,” I choked out— but it came out more like a whisper. I took a seat on the edge of the couch across from her.

“It was nothing,” she said with a smile. “Anyway— Let me re-introduce myself. I’m Agent Natasha Romanoff, but you can call me Nat. Everyone does. I think we got off on the wrong foot last time we met,” she said with a smirk.

“I’m sorry… I—“ I dropped my head into my hands in embarrassment, groaning.

“Don’t apologize! I cornered you. I shouldn’t have. Besides, I deserved it for underestimating your… tenacity,” she winked. “I’m here to see how you’re holding up. And to fill you in on what you missed while you were out, and what we know so far.”

I nodded, urging her to continue.

“We found you and Bucky at a defunct Hydra base in Paraguay,” she began. My breath hitched at the mention of his name. “We also found a bunch of illegal rut and heat-inducing drugs, and obstetrics equipment, all of which we confiscated for analysis. When we found you, you were deep into a sympathy heat and Bucky was barely hanging on through his rut, but we managed to get you both to safety without incident.”

I was speechless. I knew Hydra was evil. They were the bogeymen of children’s nightmares when I was growing up, the big bad evil lurking just beneath the surface. But what were they planning…. And why me?

“You’re probably wondering why it was you,” Nat said, reading my mind. “We don’t know either. But like I said the last time we met… There are a lot of evil people out there who would love to get their hands on your abilities.”

“When you first came to me, that warning didn’t seem real,” I admitted. “It does now.”

Nat nodded. “And the offer I made to you back then still stands. You’re a damn strong woman to have made it through what you did, and the world needs more people like you protecting it. Bucky told us how you stood up to that Hydra douchebag.”

“Aw, shucks,” I said, trying to play it cool through the heat rising in my cheeks and the swoop of excitement in my stomach. They really wanted me here. “I can’t imagine why you’d want to keep me around, but if I’m being honest, I don’t really feel particularly safe leaving. At least not now.”

“Understandable,” she added. “Take your time getting settled in. We don’t run on any formal schedule around here— most of the pack either lives here or spends weekdays here. You’re welcome to use any of the facilities— except I don’t recommend poking around in Stark’s lab.”

We both laughed, and Nat stood, making her way back out of my new living space. “Oh— One more thing before I leave you alone,” she said, spinning gracefully on her heels. “Wanda asked me to tell you that if you want someone to train with, she’s happy to help.”

——-

I’d never had a pack. Not since my parents, anyway— but the three of us could hardly be considered one, with how isolated we were. So it genuinely surprised me how quickly and effortlessly I fit in at the compound.

It took a few days to find my footing. I spent long hours mapping out the maze of buildings, hallways and facilities from one edge of the campus to the other. But slowly, I started to carve out a routine with the people who lived here.

It was Sam who became my friend first. We met one morning in the common area kitchen, as I awkwardly buttered a slice of toast, planning to take it back to my room to eat alone. He’d just gotten back from a run, sweat sticking his shirt to his chest, making his normally neutral Beta scent strong and tropical. It reminded me of the beach— salty ocean breezes, lemon and lime. He was leaning against the counter, swigging down orange juice straight from the carton, and giving me an amused look. Before I could retreat to my room, he coaxed me to the countertop to keep him company while he ate.

We hit it off almost immediately, discovering everything we had in common. We both loved 60s music, enjoyed running in the mornings, and considered breakfast our favorite meal of the day. From that morning on, we made it a routine to cook elaborate egg, bacon and pancake breakfasts, the scent of which reliably drew pack members out of their rooms with bleary eyes and morning breath.

Soon, our morning breakfasts turned into pre-breakfast runs. I quickly learned that my abilities increased my stamina more than I had previously known, as I outpaced Sam most days. After 10 miles left him sweat-soaked and gasping for breath, I felt like I had the energy for another 20.

A week after our heart-to-heart in my apartment, I stumbled upon Natasha’s secret training room, located a few doors down from the gym and boxing ring and devised to look like a storage closet from the outside. It was a small, low-lit room with mirrors on the walls and a ballet bar running down the width. She was practicing pointe, hair tied back in a severe bun. I’d never learned to dance, but I liked to share space with her while she trained, marveling at the power and grace in her form. I started bringing a yoga mat there in the early afternoon when I knew I could find her there. I’d always enjoyed yoga— needed it, even. The grounding and meditation aspects of the practice helped me locate the source of the strange energy within me and wrangle it under control. With my body distracted by challenging physical forms, my mind was free to connect with that icy burn in my chest, memorizing how it channeled its way through my body.

I was overjoyed at my blossoming friendships with the two Betas, but at the end of the day, I found myself craving time with another Omega. Luckily, I had Wanda in my corner right from the jump. It’s common for pack Omegas to stick together, serving as sources of comfort and support to one another without any strings attached, and Wanda was generous with both. We’d spend the early evenings in comfortable silence, reading or watching 80s sitcoms. Some days, we’d even venture into the the reinforced training rooms so I could test out the strength of my abilities under supervision. Wanda never parted ways with me without a soothing hug, and I began to wonder if she needed them just as much as I did. Natasha had told me she was bonded, but I could never smell her mate on her, nor had I met him yet.

I ran into Steve last, on a Saturday afternoon. According to Nat, he’d been out on missions for my first week, which is why I hadn’t met him yet. I was outside, wandering the paths of the Avengers campus and soaking up the early spring sunshine.

Feeling uncharacteristically safe, I turned my head up towards the blue sky as I walked— which meant that I literally ran straight into Captain America. He was still suited up in navy tactical gear, dirt smudged across his cheek and in his golden hair, vibranium shield strapped to his back.

“Woah there,” he said, reaching out to steady me with just the tips of his fingers as I ricocheted off his chest.

I was immediately hit with his warm and inviting scent, like hot summer sunshine and old books. It felt strangely familiar and… comforting. He was huge, as most Alphas are, but his kind, open face and gentle scent felt to me more like that of a Beta or an Omega.

“S-Sorry,” I sputtered, taking a step back. His hands dropped to his sides. “Wasn’t looking where I was going— clearly”

“Steve Rogers,” he said with a smile, holding out his hand to shake.

I laughed, despite my initial nervousness. “Yeah, I know. Nice to meet you Captain America, I’m Y/N.”

Was that a… blush? Steve looked bashful. “Actually, we’ve already met, but I don’t think you remember. Last week. I…carried you out of that Hydra base.”

My eyes widened. That must be why I’d unconsciously associated his scent with safety.

Now it was my turn to blush— he’d carried me out while I was in heat. Sobbing, begging for my Alpha, slick running down my legs…

“Nat didn’t tell me that part,” I said quickly. “But thank you. Really. I owe you.”

He shook his head with a smile. “Happy to help.”

From that day on, Steve started accompanying Sam and I on our runs in the morning, much to Sam’s chagrin. Not even I could keep up with Steve’s superhuman stamina, but teaming up on Sam to outrace him made us laugh until our sides were in stitches.

After I’d accidentally let it slip that the only major movie franchises I’d watched were Star Wars and Toy Story, Sam took it upon himself to “educate” me on the best action movies of the 90s and 2000s every evening. In just a few weeks, we tore through Mortal Kombat, Point Break, Die Hard, the Matrix trilogy, and the Mission Impossible series. Steve would often join us, cramming his huge body onto the compact couches in the movie room. Even Natasha found time at the end of the day to curl up with us, critiquing the outlandish hand-to-hand combat moves on the projector screen and throwing popcorn every time the choreography offended her expert sensibilities.

Though I felt closest and most comfortable with Sam, Wanda, Nat and Steve, I slowly got to know the other pack members as well. Stark, who spent most of his time tinkering in his lab, sent updates to me through FRIDAY on any new information their analysis had uncovered from the confiscated Hydra equipment. Dr. Banner, a shy Omega who smelled peculiarly like sage and burnt caramel, was helping Stark analyze the equipment, and would often share updates as well. Pepper, Stark’s Omega, was a human ray of sunshine. She checked on me more than a few times, always asking how the facilities were treating me and urging me to ask for anything I needed.

Altogether, my first three weeks with the pack were a dream come true. But as much as I loved every minute of my new life here, there was something— rather, someone— missing.

My first day waking up at the compound, I’d half expected Bucky to come find me. After all, we’d been through something terrible together. Part of me stupidly believed he’d swoop in to comfort me, apologize for not being by my bedside when I woke up and reassure me that everything was going to be fine. But that was just a silly fantasy concocted by my Omega hindbrain. He never showed. And nobody seemed to be talking about him, either— at least not to me.

After Wanda had reacted so strangely to my questions about his whereabouts when I woke up, I held back from asking any follow-up questions of Sam, Nat or Steve. I’d never had an Alpha in my life. My parents had been Betas. I didn’t know if it was normal for an Omega to feel this connected, this obsessive. And frankly, I didn’t want to be weird.

After a few weeks, I started to grow used to my Omega brain thinking about him by default— his delicious scent, his icy blue eyes, the feel of his fingers gently carding through my hair, the pressure of his teeth on my neck. More often than not, I found myself unconsciously scenting different rooms in the compound, seeking out that cedar smell before I entered. But I never caught it.

I struggled to sleep at night. After feeling it once, unlike anything I’d experienced before, my body viscerally craved the comfort of his Alpha purr. The craving was so strong that sometimes I couldn’t rest for hours— tossing and turning, piling pillows and blankets on the bed to imitate the safety of a nest. Running with Sam and Steve in the morning helped tire me out. So did practicing yoga with Nat, and exhausting my abilities in the training room with Wanda. But there was always something missing. And try as I might, I couldn’t shake it.

If I didn’t know better, I’d think that I was experiencing bond withdrawal. But without a mating bite, that explanation was impossible.

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If Bucky hadn’t been tortured by Hydra for 70 years, he would say that this was the worst pain he’d ever experienced. It didn’t compare to having his brain scrambled by electricity, but it was damn close.

After the quinjet had landed at base after the rescue, and Sam had scooped up Y/N to ferry her to the medbay, Bucky pulled Steve aside on the landing strip, tearing his eyes away from Sam’s back retreating into the compound.

“I think it would be best if I… went away for a while,” Bucky said, unable to make eye contact with his best friend. He studied Steve’s boots, dirt-smudged and scuffed from combat.

“Buck, I don’t like where your head’s at,” Steve said gently, placing a grounding hand on his shoulder. “You just got dosed up on synthetic rut and locked up with an Omega in heat for some messed up…forced breeding crap. It’s not like you did anything wrong. This isn’t on you.”

Bucky bit his tongue, hard. That’s where Steve was wrong. He had done something wrong— and even if he hadn’t succumbed to what Hydra wanted from him, he still needed to keep himself away from Y/N. This close, he could still smell traces of the Omega’s heat lingering on Steve. Even without rut, it was turning his inner Alpha feral with want.

“Just a few weeks, is all. Make sure she’s okay?” Bucky said, knowing he didn’t have to ask. The pack would take care of her. “She’s strong— she told those Hydra agents to fuck off— but she shouldn’t have to be. Not after this.”

Steve gave him his signature earnest look, chewing his lower lip with concern, before sighing out his agreement.

Bucky had spent the past few weeks in a cramped studio apartment the pack kept for emergencies in Brooklyn. He’d hardly left the space, sleeping fitful hours in the night, interrupted by nightmares. He’d paced the floor in front of the only window so many times in his agitation that he thought he was starting to see grooves in the wood.

At all hours of the day, he ached for her scent, still vivid in his Alpha hindbrain— sharp and crisp as snow but just as sugary sweet as peppermint. Embarrassingly, he’d taken to snacking on a crumbling jar of mints he’d found in the back of the pantry, letting the artificial scent soothe his racing thoughts as they melted on his tongue. It wasn’t as good as the real thing, but it helped— especially since his whole body felt like it was prickling with need nonstop, chest cracking open, aching for her touch. His Alpha wrestled with his conscious brain to remember every small detail of her, from the gentle curve of her waist to her soft lips, the feeling of her hair between his fingertips, her unbelievable scent.

If he didn’t know better, he’d think he was going through fucking bond withdrawal. With an Omega he’d spent maybe seven hours with.

If Bucky’d had it his way, he would have stayed holed up in the apartment until this… thing had run its course. But after three weeks, Steve had finally had enough of his self-isolating nonsense, and had showed up at the door of the apartment to drag Bucky back with his metaphorical tail between his legs.

Bucky could tell his best friend didn’t know exactly why he was so opposed to returning home, though he figured Steve had an inkling of what was going on just from the lingering scent of suffering and guilt that had soaked into the peeling wallpaper of the studio.

“Everything’s fine, Buck. She’s settling in great— you’ll see. Wanda, Sam and Nat love her,” he said reassuringly, the unspoken I do, too hung in the air between them. Even with three weeks of distance between them, Bucky still couldn’t forgive himself for not being the Alpha to rescue her from that cell, for being so caught up in his own urges that he couldn’t be the hero that Steve was.

Bucky spent the majority of the car ride back to the compound stewing in self-hatred and anxiety, wondering if his return would be what tipped Y/N over the edge, sending her back into hiding. Then it would be undeniably his fault that she left. His fault that she was taken from everyone in the pack. Mercifully, Steve said nothing about his inner turmoil stinking up the car, only rolling down the window a crack to let in the cool spring air.

Even after all that time spent stewing in his thoughts, Bucky still wasn’t prepared to see her the minute he got back to the compound.

When he stepped out of the elevator on his floor, duffel bag thrown over his shoulder, he was immediately hit with three scents at once— a hot spike of concern from Steve, a dose of Nat’s joyful rosewater smell, and her. Peppermint. This time sweet, happy and warm like a cup of mint tea.

The two women were laughing together, lounging on the plush red couches of the living space, but their laughter cut off sharply as the ding of the elevator sounded. Bucky froze like a deer in headlights as they both turned to look his way.

Time seemed to slow down as their eyes connected. His eyes frantically scanned her face and body for evidence of injury, documenting the healthy glow in her cheeks, the brightness of her eyes, her soft hair pulled back in one of Nat’s french braids. She looked… happy. Healthy. Beautiful.

Unconsciously, he felt his hackles raise when he noticed Nat’s hand circled around Y/N’s ankle where it was stretched out towards her lap.

“Hey Buck, long time no see,” Nat said with an uncharacteristic gentleness, shaking him out of his stupor. Both women were giving him a concerned look, now, the smiles drifting off of their faces.

Rather than say or do anything he regretted, Bucky elected not to say or do anything at all. Coward, his Alpha snarled at him as he strode down the hallway to his bedroom. Go back there and claim your Omega.

“Buck!” Steve called after him, concern coloring his tone. “Bucky!”

But Bucky ignored him, holding his breath to avoid her scent until his apartment door was shut tight behind his back.

#like an animal #my fic #bucky fic #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky reader insert #marvel fic #bucky barnes

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tomboyneedshercoffee · 5 years ago

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Met Gala || Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Y/N and Peter go on a mission to capture Harry Osborn at one of the most heavily guarded places; the Met Gala.

Word Count: 2k

Author’s note: I watched Ocean’s 8 and Hoco back to back and thus, this fic was born.

Warning: Fighting?? Creepy dude??? IDK man a busted lip?

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When you were recruited for SHIELD, you knew you would be needed to fight alongside the avengers or workaround in the advanced lab in the Helicarier but never in a million years did you think Fury would send you and Peter Parker on a mission to infiltrate the Met Gala. Celebrities you stalked all day on twitter were now inches from you, wearing gorgeous ensembles from famous designers you could never pronounce and you were hardcore fangirling.

You tried to keep in your excitement as you looked across the room, seeing your favorite actors and influencers all mingling together without a care in the world. You were breathing the same air as Beyonce and Harry Styles, dear god, life felt great. Little did they know, this event had been hijacked by New York’s charming new villain, Harry Osbourn. Your mission with Peter was simple; find Harry and take him back to SHIELD’s headquarters for questioning without causing a mass distraction.

As you reached for a crystalized champagne glass off of one of the server’s silver platter, you hear a tsk sound off in your hidden earpiece inside your earrings.

“ Drinking on the job,” Peter clicked his tongue as he looked behind his shoulder, scouting you from across the ballroom,” your mother would be so disappointed.”

You smiled and took a small sip, taking in the room,” I’m blending in Parker. You should do the same. As for my mom, I’m in the same room as Idris Elba so I think she’ll be more jealous than upset.”

You took a quick glance towards Peter, who was sitting at a vacant table. He wore a black suit with a thin gold and blush material lined thinly along either side of the opening of his suit jacket. The inside of the suit was a simple white button-up that had no buttons at the top, revealing a bit of his chest.

While it was the Met Gala and you were excited to see what kind of flashy SHIELD had managed to get, they went the opposite. They gave you a black, long sleeve gown with a delicate lace pattern towards the bottom of your dress. Even though it was already out of your comfort zone from how fitting it was, the dress had a deep V cut on your chest that gave little to the imagination. While the dress was flattering, you knew you could’ve settled for your old prom dress when you heard that the gown you were wearing was two times the price of your apartment.

“ My little Peter Parker looks like he’s going to a Las Vegas communion,” you teased as you gave him a distant longing look,” but you look nice. You should wear suits more often, maybe then you could get a girlfriend.”

“ Ouch, Y/N,” Peter laughed, even though his heart stung a bit,” just because you look like that doesn’t mean you can go around breaking my heart.”

Even though Peter couldn’t see you from where you were, you still felt your cheeks to see if it was noticeable that you were blushing hard. Ever since sophomore year in high school, you had always hopelessly flirted with Peter but his attention was always Spiderman this and Spiderman that. It wasn’t until your senior year that you both would flirt with each other shamelessly yet that made things even harder for you. Now you weren’t sure if he was just joking or actually flirting with you and you could only blame yourself.

“ Keep your eyes open for Harry, not me,” You said as you finished your champagne glass and set it down at a table,” but I like the attention so you may continue flirting with me after we’re done with our mission.”

You heard Peter gasp loudly followed by silence which made your heart stop.

“ Peter? Peter do you have eyes on Harry?”

“ No! I think Blake Lively is about to come up and talk to me, bye!”

You craned your neck and sure enough, you picked Peter out of the crowd and saw the goddess herself sitting next to him smiling. Lucky bastard. You kept your eyes glued to Peter as you collided with someone.

“ Woah watch yourself there,” You heard as you felt your anxiety raise through the roof. Please don’t let it be Pedro Pascal, please. I would die from embarrassment if I just bumped into the Mandalorian, Pedro Pascal, himself.

You apologized but when you hesitantly looked up, hoping it wasn’t a famous celebrity you had obsessed over, your heart dropped. Harry Osborn.

“I’m sorry but do I know you?” Harry asked as you thought quickly of what to do,” I swear you look familiar.”

You weren’t prepared to see him so soon, your plan of attack was to find him not for him to find you. You snapped yourself out of it and focused on what you knew best, flirting.

“ No, you don’t. Trust me, you would remember a face like mine,” you said smoothly, feeling your confidence boost from the energy of the night and most likely the dress.

Harry smirked,” I like you already. I’m Harry, Harry Osborn.”

Oh you knew. You knew everything about him from the countless files that SHIELD had provided you. His estranged father was Norman Osborn and is the president of Oscorp, one of the leading multinational corporations in the US. Harry was around the same height as Peter, standing at 5' 10, weighing 170 pounds, and had dark blue eyes that held more than just a charming sparkle. You knew how he liked his coffee, why he hated Halloween, where he vacationed when he was in grade school, and when he lost his virginity. Knowing how much intel SHIELD had on Harry was not only scary for him, but for you since who knows about dirt Fury had one you aswell.

“ Michelle Jones,” you said on the spot, not wanting him to know your real name. He reached for you hand to shake but instead, placed a soft kiss on your knuckles.

You smiled politely even though you mentally rolled your eyes. You just needed to get him somewhere private so you could take him out with the tranquilizer that Peter had in his pocket.

“ So Harry, what brings you to the Met? You must be pretty influential to get an invite,” you said as you started walking away from your spot, knowing that there was an exit behind the staircase and that Harry would follow you.

“ I would call myself an entrepreneur, I dabble in some tech companies here and there. Just changing the world one robot at a time,” Harry shrugged as he followed next to you, taking the bait,” I bet you’re probably into something along the lines of modeling.”

You couldn’t help yourself but to let out a lousy laugh as he held a set of double doors open for you, leaving an empty hallway,” That’s cute but no, I’m one of the leading programmers at Stark Industries. But sure, I guess I’m just a pretty face too.”

“ Brains, beauty, and an attitude? Well today’s my lucky day then,” he flirted as he placed his hand on your lower back, leaning in close to your ear,” let’s get out of here yeah?”

You almost showed your visibly disgusted expression on your face but you hide it well underneath a sweet smile,“ I admire your boldness and while I am very flattered, I have a boyfriend. I think he would actually love to meet you, let me just go find him.”

“ Y/N, there you are,” Peter’s voice piped behind you as you watched his face fall for a second and then recover,” who’s your friend?”

Your smile faltered,“ R-Right, this is Harry Osborn, Harry, this is my boyfriend...Ned.”

Peter shook Harry’s hand as Peter tried to hide a grin from the fake name,” Nice to meet you, Harry.”

Harry nodded and looked between you two as Peter placed his arm around your hip, bringing you closer,” Well Ned, you’re a lucky man. She’s very smart and might I say very beautiful.”

Peter clenched his jaw as Harry looked you up and down longingly as if he could see straight through your gown. You felt Peter’s grip on your waist tighten but he knew that he had to stay calm so he didn’t compromise the mission.

“ Yes, Y/N is the whole package,” Peter said a bit more confidently as he gave you a small kiss on the cheek,” aren’t you baby?”

Before you could open your mouth, Harry interrupted and took a step forward,” That’s funny, she told me her name was Michelle.”

Peter looked back at your face and while you were now panicking on the inside, you only nodded in response,” Michelle Y/N Jones. Only my close friends call me Y/N.”

“ Really? You know, now that I’m really thinking about it,” Harry looked between you two and pointed at Peter,” you look like a...Peter Parker. And you, Look like a Y/N L/N. Which is funny because I know two people who work for SHIELD who are allegedly after me. Funny huh?”

Your breath hitched and without thinking, Peter lunged at Harry and the two wrestled to the floor. You watched as the two struggled on top of one another before Harry got the upper hand, giving him a few good punches before he started to choke him.

You looked at the cart next to you and grabbed a bottle of Champagne before slamming it over Harry’s head. In an instant, Harry slumped over on top of Peter who breathed a sigh of relief.

“ D-Did I kill him?” You asked as you dropped whatever was still intact of the bottle.

Peter shook his head, taking in your appearance. While you didn’t have any physical marks on you, your hair that was neatly tucked into a bun was now loose and all over the place.

“Are you hurt anywhere?” Peter asked as he moved your hair out of your face, his lip was definitely busted,”Y/N I am so sorry about blowing your cover and I’m sorry that you-”

You leaned over towards Peter and planted a light kiss to his cheek, which made him instantly turn red. You didn’t know what came over you but the damage was done, now you just had to get out of here.

“ Less talking and more lifting,” you said softly as you both looked down at Harry who was very much unconscious,” The car is waiting downstairs for us so I’ll grab his legs and you grab his arms?”

“ I can carry him myself,” Peter said and you knew he could because of his ‘super strength’ but you shook your head and insisted over a hundred times that you were a strong, capable woman.

Peter took one last longing look at you since his face couldn’t get any redder and nodded as the two of you both lifted Harry down the private staircase. The two of you said nothing, only sharing an occasional groan as you used most of your strength.

“ So what, are we dating now?” Peter asked as he accidentally bumped Henry’s head against the railing.

You huffed and stepped carefully, not wanting to trip over your dress,” I know I drank like three glasses of champagne but I would definitely remember if I asked you out, Parker.”

“ Well you introduced me to Harry as your boyfriend.”

You stopped moving and placed Harry down on the stairs, your muscles that you hardly ever worked on were already aching. You placed your hands on your hips and shook your head,” Okay well, I technically said you were Ned so that means Ned is my boyfriend.”

You swallowed and looked up at Peter,” But if this is your attempt at trying to ask me out then yes, I will go out with you...only if you carry Harry the rest of the way.”

Peter hid his huge grin and only shrugged plainly, even though he wanted to jump out of excitement,” Fine by me.”

You watched as Peter lifted Harry with ease as if he weighed absolutely nothing.

“Show off,” you said as Peter smirked, knowing that he could get used to this.

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moon-antics · 5 years ago

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` song prompts ´

hello my dudes! i have a new list for prompts you could send in! so basically, i went through my playlist and wrote down a few songs i listen to a lot while writing / that make my imagination run wild while listening.

your request could look like this : “poe dameron x reader ; prompt song : lovely by billie eilish” + a few details if you have anything in mind

( i write for star wars a lot atm, and take requests for like every character, but i do also take them for the avengers! )

then i will listen to the song while writing (and highly encourage you to listen to it while reading) and try to catch the vibe of the song with my writing.

does that sound good? i hope so! so pretty pleaaase leave some requests with these songs (or others if you have wishes) and enjoy the pieces that will come out of it (hopefully)! i personally find this idea really nice because i always listen to music anyways, so I hope you feel the same way 😊

if you request from this list, please either type the number like this [11], or tell me its from the song prompts otherwise i’ll get confused with my other one ( which is here ) or you could combine prompts from both if you'd like !

happy requesting !

[1] all i want - kodaline

[2] all the good girls go to hell - billie eilish

[3] angel with a shotgun - the cab

[4] animals - maroon 5

[5] the a team - ed sheeran

[6] attention - charlie puth

[7] bad blood - taylor swift

[8] bad romance - lady gaga

[9] believer - imagine dragons

[10] blame game - mxmtoon

[11] bloom - troye sivan

[12] boom clap - charli xcx

[13] can’t get you out of my head - kylie minogue

[14] centuries - fall out boy

[15] dancing on my own - calum scott

[16] dancing queen - abba

[17] dancing with a stranger - sam smith

[18] dangerous woman - ariana grande

[19] death of me - pvris

[20] demons - imagine dragons

[21] earned it - the weeknd

[22] everything i wanted - billie eilish

[23] eyelids - pvris

[24] falling - harry styles

[25] firework - katy perry

[26] give me love - ed sheeran

[27] grenade - bruno mars

[28] hallucinations - pvris

[29] happier - ed sheeran

[30] hate u love u - olivia o’brien

[31] how do you sleep? - sam smith

[32] how to safe a life - the fray

[33] idontwannabeyouanymore - billie eilish

[34] ilomilo - billie eilish

[35] i’m not the only one - sam smith

[36] into the unknown - panic! at the disco

[37] into you - ariana grande

[38] just give me a reason - pink

[39] just the way you are - bruno mars

[40] kiwi - harry styles

[41] last christmas - wham!

[42] listen before i go - billie eilish

[43] locked out of heaven - bruno mars

[44] look what you made me do - taylor swift

[45] lovely - billie eilish ft.

[46] love me like you do - ellie goulding

[47] maniac - conan grey

[48] marry you - bruno mars

[49] material girl - madonna

[50] natural - imagine dragons

[51] not about angels - birdy

[52] obstacles - syd matters

[53] ocean eyes - billie eilish

[54] old wounds - pvris

[55] perfect - ed sheeran

[56] rewrite the stars - zac efron + zendaya

[57] runaway baby - bruno mars

[58] she used to be mine - sara bareilles

[59] sign of the times - harry styles

[60] skinny love - birdy

[61] someone like you - adele

[62] stay with me - sam smith

[63] suffice - mxmtoon

[64] talking to the moon - bruno mars

[65] thinking out loud - ed sheeran

[66] treasure - bruno mars

[67] under stars - aurora

[68] when the party’s over - billie eilish

[69] womanizer - britney spears

( pls dont judge my taste in music thank u )

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pandabearisaunicorn · 5 years ago

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Hydra’s Secret Weapon

Hydra’s Secret Weapon Part 3 Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader OFC!Elena x Thor, OFC!Ellie x Peter Parker Summary: As the world around you is crumbling down, half of the universe just gone and it leaves the rest of the Avengers into desperation and that’s when they find you. You and your two best friends who suppress special powers who could be key in defeating Thanos. Will they succeed or fail? That’s all up to you. Word Count: 4k Warnings: sexual tension, slight smut Masterlist A/N: This is my very first time writing something this smutty, so I hope I did alright ‘:) Anyways! Finally a update my loves! :)))) I’m sorry this is soooo late! I have had so much to when I’m not working but here it is! I hope you like it as much as I do! XX

That night it was hard for you to even fall asleep, your thoughts clouding with one face only, Steve’s. it was something about him that you just couldn’t shake, if that was his charm, his good looks or just his incredible personality you couldn’t figure out.

After just a few hours of sleep you walked walked out of your room and into the kitchen. Your friends already seated at the table and you eyes wandered to the clock. Ellie never woke up earlier than 10 so why would she be up by 8?

“What’s gotten you up so early?” You asked as you poured yourself a cup of coffee.

“Today’s the day Banner, Scott and Rogers are resting the time machine. Not convinced they’ll succeed if you ask me” Elena said and took a sip of her coffee.

“And I don’t want to miss a single bit of it!” Ellie said with a wide smile on her face.

“You’re really excited aren’t you?” You asked her as you sat down at the table.

“Of course I am! If they fail, I’ll laugh my ass off” Ellie laughed out and a smile grew on your lips.

“Wow easy there tiger, who says they’ll fail?” Rocket said as he walked up to the three of you.

“Oh come on, Banner doesn’t have any experience in this” Ellie stated as the raccoon sat down next to her.

“True, true. I’ll hide from it all anyways” He said as he took a sip of coffee. The sight of a talking raccoon drinking coffee always had you thinking if all of this really was happening.

All of you sat in silence for a while, enjoying your breakfast when Steve walked in the room. Your stomach doing flips as you saw him in his white checkered button up, behaving his toned body. He smiled warmly at you as he walked passed you, a smile that made your cheeks heat up just a little.

“The big today huh?” Ellie asked excitedly.

“Yeah, don’t feel great about it though” Steve sighed as he looked down into the coffee cup in front of him.

“It’ll work just fine” You said and flashed him a warm smile, a smile that made him tug at the corner of his lips.

...

You and Elena walked into the big hall where the rest of the Avengers were, trying to the get the time machine to work in their favour.

“The power is on” Steve said as he walked around the corner of stacked boxes or whatever it now was.

“Alright Scott, you ready?” Natasha asked as she walked up to Steve, Elena and you following short after.

Everything after that just became chaotic, Ellie ran inside and Scott turned into an old man and then a baby.

“Tadaa time travel!” Banner said as he held his arms out, all of us looked at him.

“It’s a baby” Steve muttered out as he looked at Scott.

“He’ll grow up” Banner said and if looks could kill, Steve would’ve just killed him.

“Take him back!” Steve almost yelled at him and you all looked at each other.

“Okay, kill the power when I say so” Banner said and Steve sighed big as he put his hands on his hips.

“Oh jeez” Natasha said as she hurried of to the power source.

“Kill the power!”

You could sense all the panic in the room as you waited for Scott to turn back and thank god he did.

“Oh thank god” Natasha said as she put her hand on her chest.

“Someone peed my pants, I don’t know if it was old me or baby me, or just me me” Scott said in embarrassment as he looked at Steve.

“God what have we done” Steve mumbled as he walked out of the hall.

“I was hoping it would work” Ellie said sadly, her face looking at you.

“We all did kid” You said and she looked confused at you.

“I was hoping we could get Peter back, I miss him” She said as a tear fell down her cheek.

“We will get him back kid” You said and hugged her, even though she didn’t exactly like human contact too much, you just knew she needed some kind of comfort.

...

You were now seated in your room, your legs curled under your legs and your hands wrapped around your favourite book. You left the rest of the Avengers back in the hall the minute everything went wrong, you just couldn’t see the disappointment in their faces when they failed.

Then there was a knock on your door, you looked up from your book confused to who it could be. You stood up from your bed and walked over to the door. You were met with Steve’s face as you opened the door slowly.

“Hi” You said before opening the door all the way.

“Hey” He said with a small smile before you moved to the side and let him inside your room.

“What’s up?” You asked as he sat down on the edge of your bed. This was something new, the two of you had been alone before but that was often during training or in the main areas but this, this was a whole new level.

“I just needed some positive aura, I mean Tony’s back that’s something I didn’t think would ever happen” He said and looked up at you and you could feel yourself melt by just looking into to those perfect blue eyes.

“Tony, that’s the billionaire playboy who left all of you for his family right?” You said with a hint of sarcasm which made the attractive man in front of you smile.

“Yeah, yeah you could summarise it like that” He laughed and you sat down next to him.

“How’d you feel about that? I know the two of you didn’t really go on” You asked and he looked down at his finger in his lap.

“I don’t know, I mean he said we were fine but I mean, he has every right to be angry with me” He mumbled out and you knew it was hard for him to even tell you this, so you wondered why.

“Did he come up with any idea of the time travel thing or did he come here just to piss you off?” You joked and he looked up at you, a big smile on his lips.

“No, no he figured it out, he’s a smart one you know” He said and his eyes stared into yours.

“Yeah I know, Tony Stark is quite famous you know” You winked at him

“He is” Steve said with a huff.

He shifted on the bed, his thigh now really close to yours and you could feel your breath hitch in your throat. There was something about this man that made you weak and you didn’t know why.

“I uh, I’m sorry I’m taking my shit out on you” He said and looked up at you, his elbows resting on his thighs.

“No, you don’t have to be sorry Rogers. You can talk to me about anything” You said and a small smile played on his lips.

“Thank you y/n, it means a lot” His voice got an octave lower as he continued to look at you, it made something inside of you turn.

“Of course” You said and it was impossible for you tear your eyes from him.

When your words left your lips you could feel the man lean into you and you could feel his warm breath fan against your face. Your eyes flickered between his lips and his eyes, his doing the same.

“Can I kiss you?” Steve almost whispered out and you just nodded to his words.

You felt his lips touch yours gently and his hand cupped your cheek. Your hands wandered to his neck and pulled him closer to you, feeling like it never was enough. You wanted him as close as possible, wanting to feel every part of him. You wanted this to last, you didn’t know if it was just a one time thing or actually was something. And god, he did things to you. He set every emotion in you on fire, every touch made tingles along your body and god did it feel good. Everything felt so goddamn right, like you were meant to be with him.

You were now seated in his lap, tongues fighting with each other, teeth tugging and small moans left the both of you. His hands roaming your curves, feeling every part of it, even sneaking under your loose fitted shirt. It did leave a lot to his imagination and he loved it. Your lips moved from his and continued down his strong jaw to his neck earning a low groan leave his lips. His hands tightening his grip on your hips. You started to move against him earning another low groan from his lips as you gently pushed him down onto the soft mattress below the two of you. Your hands roaming down his chest and tugging at the hem of his shirt, desperately wanting to rip it off him

He pulled away from your lips slightly and his ocean blue eyes looked into yours, it held emotion but you couldn’t tell which one.

“You sure you want to do this?” He mumbled against your lips, feeling them touch yours with every word.

“Of course I do” you breathed out, his eyes scanning yours for any sign of hesitation.

“Good” His voice was barely audible and you probably wouldn’t have heard him if it weren’t that you were so close to him.

His lips attacking yours as his hands pulled you even closer to him, if that’s now possible. Your hands pulling his shirt further up his chest and you could feel his muscles tense under your touch. Both of your breaths getting harsher and moans were leaving both of your lips.

...

Clothes scattered around the both of you as he hovered over you, naked bodies pressed together as the both of you moved in sync. Pleasure filling the both of you up and you had never felt this much pleasure before in your life. Steve sure was something else.

Your mind getting hazy as you felt his lips against your neck, sucking and licking. Your nails pressing into his back muscles as he thrusted into you, filling you up deliciously.

“Please don’t stop” you moaned out as moved faster into you, his face now looking down at you. “Please Steve”

“Please what doll?” He asked with a smirk plastered on his perfect lips.

“God Steve” you moaned out, unable to answer him correctly.

He pressed his lips to yours as the two of you moved in sync. Feeling the pleasure taking over you to its fullest. His eyes looking down at you and you swore to yourself that he was the most breathtaking man you’d ever seen.

...

As you felt sleep pulling away from you, your eyes opened slowly. Still feeling warm and buzzing from the sex with Steve, god that man was something else wasn’t he?

You turned around, your head leaning against Steve’s chest. His large hand coming up to stroke your hair. Feeling his lips lightly against your hair.

“You’re amazing” He mumbles as your fingers trace patterns against his well trained chest.

“You too Steve” you mumbled back as you nuzzled further into him.

“Maybe we should get going, everyone should be here soon” he said as he reached for his phone.

“Yeah probably” you mumbled out as you wrapped the duvet around you to cover yourself up as you sat up.

He looked back at you, his legs still covered by the huge duvet and his blue eyes looked at you. Your hair messy, skin glowing and a smile grew on his lips.

He leaned in closer, taking your chin between his thumb and index finger and pulled your face closer to his. Lips touching slowly in a soft kiss and you couldn’t help the smile that grew.

“Or we can stay in for just a few more minutes” Steve mumbled against your lips and pulled you down on the bed again. Giggles leaving both or your lips.

...

You were currently in the meeting room, waiting for everyone to join you and Ellie, Elena and Natasha. The four of you had been talking for over an hour before everyone started to gather. People you had never seen before entered, lastly along with Steve a huge man walked inside. He looked absolutely smashed, his hair a mess, sunglasses covering his eyes and a beer can in hand.

“What purpose does he even have?” Elena whispered in your ear and it made a smile grew on your lips.

“It must be something good huh?” You whispered back and you could feel yourself sinking back into your chair as your eyes met Steve’s.

He didn’t look at you twice, or for long either and you started to feel like what happened between the two of you was something he strictly wanted to keep a secret. Or maybe even forget.

You took your notepad in hand as Tony started to explain what the infinity stones exactly were. You remembered the tesseract, the thing the German soldiers were looking for, what they used you to find.

You tried hard to keep up with everything everyone was telling you about. All the information making your head spin and not only that but everything that happened between you and Steve too. It was a bloody rollercoaster in there.

“He’s a goddamn mess isn’t he?” You heard Elena whisper out, you looked over at her, her eyes squinting towards the huge man upfront.

“Thor take it away” Steve said and the huge man stood still for a long time. Making everyone in the room to look at each other.

Finally the man opened his mouth and started speaking about the reality stone and how his ex had been possessed by this. While Thor rambled on about the story of the stone you couldn’t help but to look over at the super soldier in the corner, his arms folded over his chest making his biceps pop more and it did something to you. Even how happy that man had made you, you still wondered what his intentions were. Yeah, you figured out he was the one and only Captain America almost immediately, I mean he looks exactly like all this posters. But he wasn’t like you thought, he was good he truly was good and he had a golden heart. Yet, there was something about him you could really pin point out. He was strange in some ways, didn’t tell you much about himself and it made you wonder. Maybe you were in to get hurt, you just didn’t know.

...

A few hours later, you could still feel your head spinning and it made you nauseous yet you still roamed your room in circles. Everything about this idea was making you sick, travelling back in time and taking back all the stones, it still seemed unbelievable. Almost too good to be true. And what would you do when everything went back to the way it was? Just go on and hide? Afraid they’ll start to look for you again? You just couldn’t live with that.

Tears filled your eyes and you couldn’t help the scream that left your lips as you fell down to the floor, too many memories filling your head. Too many screams, too many dead bodies. Everything you’ve been trying to hide floating back to the surface. All the memories made your body shake and you looked down at your hands. The hands that had murdered thousands, tortured thousands and all the blood that used to run down them. You hated what Hydra made you but you couldn’t just erase that part of you and that part will forever haunt you.

You gripped your hair in panic as you could feel every regret, ever pain rush back to you in seconds. All the emotions leaving you almost death to everything that happened around you. When you felt arms around you, you just pushed the person away but he or she didn’t budge.

“Shh y/n, it’s okay. I’m here, I’m here” It was Natasha’s voice soothing you down, her small hands gently rubbing your hair and back, bringing you closer to her.

“I can’t-I can’t” you sobbed out over and over again, Natasha’s heart breaking at the sight of you, realising exactly how broken you were.

“Hey, calm down, we’re here for you” You heard Ellie’s soft voice beside you, yet your sobbing didn’t stop.

“We are all here for you babe” Elena said and her hands cupped your cheeks, forcing you to look up into her piercing blue eyes. “We will never leave you”

Your breathing slowing down, your heartbeat getting back to normal and you no longer felt dizzy.

“Just breathe with me y/n” Elena said, her eyes never leaving yours.

...

Something you didn’t know was that in the room beside yours Steve could heat everything, every little breath, every scream. It was like torture to him but he told himself you didn’t want his help.

“Why are you torturing yourself?” That voice still startled him.

“She don’t want my help Tony” Steve said as the scientist walked into his room, a toothpick hanging from his mouth, sporting that iconic Tony look. Like nothing had changed.

“Are you telling yourself that Cap, or is she?” Tony said as he sat down on the desk chair.

“I-I don’t know” Steve mumbled out and Tony had a knowing look on his face.

“You like her, I see it in your eyes” Tony said and pointed at his own eyes with a small teasing smile on his lips.

“Tony, shut it”

“Oh you know I’m right, Capsicle” Tony said as he shook his head. “Go and comfort her you big idiot”

Something in Tony’s words made Steve raise to his feet and he walked over to your door that was still half open. He heard Elena’s voice, calming you down and how sweet they were to you. It made him back off, thinking you didn’t need his help, you had them. Yet, he needed to know that you were okay, he just needed to know.

He raised his hand to the wooden the door and knocked, Natasha’s head turning to his direction. She was quick on her feet and worry written all over her face.

“She okay?” Steve asked and Natasha could sense the worry in his voice.

“No, she needs all of us. I didn’t realise it was this bad” Natasha said, guilt filling her voice.

“Let me talk to her” Steve pleaded and Elena broke the eye contact with her friend to look up at Steve. Her eyes narrowing before looking back down at her. “Please”

His words coming out in almost a whisper but Elena shook her head. Making Natasha sigh and she looked back up at her closest friend, pushing him away from the doorway and closing the door with her.

“Steve, you need to start to focus. While you were busy snogging up to y/n the rest of us figured out the time travel thing, we need this to work. She need this to work, she needs to do something good, she’ll break otherwise Steve, they all will” Natasha said and guilt was evident in her voice. “I brought these beautiful girls into this, these broken women Steve. They still don’t know what life is and we don’t have time for you to fool around with one of them”

“I didn’t, I- it isn’t like that Nat? You know that” Steve mumbled out, clearly taken aback of what Natasha just said.

“Steve, after all of this we have time to sort this life thing out okay? But now, we all need to focus on what is important”

“But-“

“No, buts Steve, you and I have lost way too much. Don’t let them lose too”

...

Hours passed and you were tucked into your bed. The girls left your side about an hour ago and you fell asleep for about 30 minutes. Your mind still not at ease and you couldn’t relax, you needed to do something or else you would loose your mind.

You threw the covers of your body and walked out into the kitchen, thinking that food would probably ease your mind.

Once you reached the kitchen you opened the fridge, the room still black and your eyes had to adjust to bright light in the fridge.

“Not to be like that but um food is kind of my image” A deep voice startled you and a light scream left your lips.

“Oh god, you scared me” You said as you turned the lights on.

“I didn’t mean to scare you young lady” Thor said as he stuffed his mouth with ice cream.

“It’s okay, you wanna share?” You asked as you closed the fridge door and picked up a spoon.

“Alright, only this time” he said and sat the ice cream tub down on the table.

You sat down next to him, he didn’t smell as bad as you thought when you first laid your eyes on him. His dirty blond hair hanging over his face.

“Have you always been this um low?” You asked, your voice concerning which made him look up at you and that’s when you noticed the two different eye colours.

“No, losing against Thanos was hard on us all but I guess it took harder on me” He mumbled out and his eyes looking at you in disbelief.

“I understand that, I heard the story. We don’t need to go in detail” You said as you scooped ice cream on your spoon.

“How about you then huh? How come your like 100 years old?” He asked, mouth filled with ice cream.

“It’s a long story Thor, we would be here all week” You laughed out, realising that was the first time you had laughed all night.

“I have time” He said with a smile on his lips.

“You sound exactly like Elena” You laughed out and his smile grew wider.

“Is that so?” He said and you just shook your head.

“Yeah, you fancy her or some shit?” I joked out and he let out an awkward laugh.

“She’s beautiful, I have to admit that” He mumbled out and you smiled.

“I guess you should wash up then, maybe talk to her as a start” You laughed out and he did too.

Thor was nice, defiantly crushing your first impressions of the god in front of you. I guess they all have dark secrets like your own and maybe you don’t have to be afraid of finally doing something good. And that’s how your night continued, you bonded with Thor and you found a new friend whom you shared a lot of things in common with and god, did he have a huge crush on Elena and it made you laugh. You almost made it your mission to set those two up with each other, you just knew Elena would love the guy. I mean, he’s a god, of course she’ll love him. That was something that got you live through that night and you did fall asleep, finally. Yet, the last thing on your mind was Steve fucking Rogers…

To be continued…

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drvrslcense · 5 years ago

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2 am || peter parker

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Pairings: Peter Parker x Dancer!Reader

Warnings: A lil angst (if you squint, I guess), FLUFF, and major endgame spoilers (but there’s this one thing that we’ll not get to in here).

This is for @lovestrucktom & @peeterparkr‘s rom-com writing challenge as well as, @leiasfanaccount648’sfanaccount648′s valentine’s day writing challenge

Peter just finished his nightly round of the city, with time left to do his assignment and without any injuries that could prevent it. While swinging back to his room, he passed by your apartment building. The building was built for the riches, owned by your family.

You met Peter back in Midtown when the two of you became partners for your English Project. From then on, the two of you became close friends.

2 a.m.

It was already 2 am and if Peter learned something from seeing a show that Aunt May was watching is that the decisions you make after 2 am are wrong decisions. But there you are, in your rooftop looking as beautiful as ever, in Peter’s eyes that is, practicing your dance routine for the contemporary dance competition that you joined.

“1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8,” You counted as you perform the steps while the music plays in the background. You spin, you jump, and you spin. It was all a routine you never wanted to end. It’s as relaxing as the ocean wind and as calming as the beach waves.

Dancing has always been part of your life. Back when you were young, your mom would enroll you to ballet class then gymnastics and it turned into hip-hop and tap-dancing. But just because you dance, doesn’t mean that it is all that you do. You also enjoyed reading and knitting but dancing has always been your forte.

You breathe in, then you breathe out trying to catch your breath when the routine is finished and the music stopped.

“Nice moves you got there,” Someone casually says behind you, catching you off guard making you jump and almost making you fall off the rooftop if it wasn’t for the railings. “Easy there, tiger.” And then there it is, Peter Benjamin Parker also known as spider-man with his mask on, standing so casually like he was there the whole time.

“Peter Benjamin Parker! What did I tell you defines an emergency?” You said as you recovered from the shock. You only told Peter that he can come into your house if there’s an emergency, not when he just wants to see you. He always wanted to go, but you don’t let him because he’ll meet your parents who wouldn’t only despise him, but kick you out as you promised them strictly to no boys until after college.

And yes, you know Peter’s spider-man, that boy couldn’t even keep it a secret. From the moment he became one, he was itching to tell someone and as someone who isn’t fazed by superheroes, he knows he can trust you to keep it a secret.

“Uh—I’m sorry,” Peter rambled trying to come up with an excuse as to why he’s there when you don’t even permit him to come while he quickly removes his mask. “Just wanted to tell you, you’re a good dancer? And that you’ll ace the competition?” He added as he scratched the back of his neck and smiled sheepishly.

“Okay,” You said, dragging the ‘y’ in the word 'okay’. “Thank you, though. I need it.”

“Heh- no problem,” Peter dismissed, as he started to put on his mask and walk towards the railing to swing to his room.

“Wait,” You stopped him as he is close to using his web shooters to swing to his room. “Stay with me.”

“Sure,” Peter agreed as he dropped his hands and removed his mask. He followed you as you pulled him inside a room that is in the side of the rooftop where it overlooks the city.

“Woah,” Peter said in wonder as he looked around the room. Even though the room isn’t that big as he imagined, it was a room like no other. With its glass transparent walls and its dome-shaped roof with a marvelous chandelier hanging above, Peter was so sure he could just sleep there.

You took a seat in the couch that’s in the middle of the room and Peter sat on the other end of it.

“So, tell me, how was patrol?” You asked him as you grabbed your water on the table to drink. Sure, you enjoyed dancing but it makes you tired, plus, it’s already 2 am.

“It was great. Stopped a couple of muggers and helped an old man cross the street, still thinking it was Steve, though,” He said, as he chuckled, remembering how that old man refused his help and, if it wasn’t for Peter’s fast reflexes, almost hit Peter with his cane. In the end, the old man gave up as the cars were fast approaching and let Peter help him.

“Ohmygosh, Peter! Just because the man you helped is old, doesn’t mean he’s Steve,” You laughed as you tried to drink your water but failed miserably as you almost choked while laughing.

“Sure, does carry the stubbornness and the will,” Peter mused as he laughs, remembering how Tony would help Steve which would turn into a fight with Tony backing down 'cause 'you can’t fight an old man, let alone a war veteran’.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” You said, looking over to him and grinning. He grins back, erupting the fireworks in your stomach. You smiled a little, then yawned.

“Oof,” You giggled. Peter giggled, too, surprised by your yawn.

“You tired? I can leave,” Peter offered to let you rest.

“No, just let me be. There’s no school tomorrow, anyways,” You said laying down and resting your head on Peter’s lap. After a while of hesitation, Peter started to softly brush your hair, making your eyes heavier than ever.

“Look, a shooting star,” Peter said, removing his hands from your hair to point it above.

“Hmm, what?” You sleepily said, yawning again.

“A shooting star. Make a wish, you dummy,” Peter encouraged you as he closed his eyes and made one.

“Oh!” You closed your eyes too and made one.

“Now, what did you wish?” You asked Peter as the two of you finished wishing.

“If I tell you then it wouldn’t come true,” Peter told you, teasingly.

“Mmkay,” You said, putting your hand under your head to support it.

“I like you, yunno?” You said softly, casually whispering as if you didn’t care if he heard it or your parents did.

“I like you, too, Y/N,” Peter said, softly answering back and not shying away as if it’s some kind of an answer he’d normally give to his teachers.

“What does this makes us?” You stressed out, sitting up. You are always one to be stressed out over the most little things even if it’s one of your hair ties being lost.

“Shh, shh, Y/N, calm down,” Peter soothed you as you realize you’re panicking. You went on to lean on his shoulder instead of his lap, as you try to calm yourself down. He put his arms around you as he relaxed too. “We have all the time in the world to figure it out.”

“Yeah, we do,” You agreed with him. “I bet all the villains can’t come after you, now that you’ve beaten the mighty Thanos with the Avengers.”

“Oh, shush,” Peter chuckled, remembering how everyone in Midtown praised him as if he’s some kind of God because of being part of the heroes who defeated Thanos even though he’s just some kid from Queens who’s just trying his best to save the world.

“Oh, come on, like you aren’t an Avenger,” It was true. Tony considered him like one, even giving him missions and such. “Plus, you have all those lovely moms there.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Peter chuckled remembering how the A-force helped him against Thanos. You situated yourself on one of his shoulders, Peter’s arms wrapping around you, enjoying the lively night of Queens and its busy streets until dawn comes sweeping in and Peter has to leave before his Aunt May finds out that her beloved nephew wasn’t home for the whole night.

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tagging some of my faves and mutuals who might like this as a change of perspective before chapter 4 comes out: @spidey-waffles11 @hollandsosterfield @upsidedownparker @afterglowparker @parkerpeterholland @starksparker @naturallytom @lovestrucktom @h-osterfield @petersshirts @leiasfanaccount648 @plushparker

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pink-grapefruit-cafe · 5 years ago

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grapefruit’s fanfic masterpost

(because i think you should read it x)

Branjie

multi-chapter fics

trainwreck (3/3)

[lesbian fake dating au. teen branjie. 5k]

if we have each other (6/6)

[dad!vanjie centric kid fic containing heavy branjie and ninex and bits of scyvie, trixya, kasia and more. 16.2k]

treat me nice (never let me go) (15/15)

[branjie, lesbian pretty woman au. 34.5k]

summer lovin’ (8/?)

[lesbian love island au ft. every possible pairing. 27.1k]

we didn’t start the fire (1/?)

[firefighter au. multiship. very domestic. multiship. light angst. 6.3k]

e le v e n (series)

imagine me and you (i do)

[episode 1. 1K.]

(and then you say) i think we’re alone now

[episode 2. 811 words]

one (it’s the loneliest number)

[episode 3. 1.2k]

(the danger is) i’m dangerous

[episode 4. 842 words]

i was standing (you were there)

[episode 5. 1k]

keep breathing (i can’t do this alone)

[episode 6. 883 words]

(i know you’ll be by my side) in the heat of the moment

[episode 7. 1.2k]

(run boy run) this world’s not made for you

[episode 8. 1.1k]

hang onto your hopes my friend

[episode 9. 991 words]

don’t stop me now (cause i’m having a good time)

[epsiode 10. 912 words]

won’t ya kiss me (on that midnight street)

[episode 11. 912 words]

dancing to the rhythm (of our heart and soul)

[episode 12. 1k]

i light another cigarette (learn to forget)

[reunion/epilogue. 111 words]

coughing up petals (series)

save your breath

[songfic save your breath - adore delano. 2.6K. brooke pov poetic angst]

twenty seven club

[songfic twenty seven club - adore delano. 2K. dark vanessa pov angst]

les fleurs de l’enfers

[hanahaki flower fic. 3.1k. can i argue this is underrated?]

my sense of wonder’s just a little tired

[songfic lost - dermot kennedy. 1.2K. reunion centric angst]

of roses and bleeding and crying too much.

[songfic ivy - frank ocean. 792 words. idk]

freedom tastes like gasoline

[songfic since you left me - joy cooke. 768 words. vanjie centric]

i’ll never be free

[songfic i’ll never be free. 624 words. for frey]

interlude (series)

interlude 1.1

[5 times brooke kissed vanjie to calm her down, and 1 time vanjie kissed brooke. 2.8K]

interlude 1.2

[The five times they follow the rules, and the one time they break them. 2.3k]

one-shots

summertime sadness

[a depressing romp through finding love again. heavy angst. metaphors. 8.8k]

say it soft (and it’s almost like praying)

[them saying i love you. metaphors. 1.1k. very soft. maybe my favourite]

colour theory

[the colours of emotions basically. 888 words. i like it]

ice cream.

[lesbian branjie kidfic. 1.1k. the kids grow up and ice cream is special]

sunny (yesterday my life was full of grey)

[happiness? idk that’s the description. 1k words.]

baby (you’re like lightning in a bottle)

[vanjie meets brookes mom and is awkward. 1.2 k]

the broken hearts club.

[lesbian vanjie centric breakup fic. 2k]

an intimate discussion on the state of hotel beds

[lesbian friends with benefits, guilty pining, 1k words]

(wo)men in glass houses

[friends that should not have benefits. songfic. 1.5k]

Trixya

i hope you’ve got the time (to keep that air between your lungs)

[lesbian university flower soulmate au. 4k. technically 2 chapters]

we’re not bruised they’re just party tattoos

[i wrote this in 2017. 503 words]

we’re not bruised they’re just party tattoos

[i rewrote it in 2020. 969 words]

who we are and who we are not

[good place au sort of. time bendy. does not require knowledge. 3k]

we didn’t start the fire (1/?)

[firefighter au. very domestic. multiship. light angst. 6.3k]

just like a folk song (our love will be passed on) (1/3)

[folklore songfic, coming of age. fluff. angst. 6.9k]

the language of flowers

hello, goodbye, hello

[kasia and katya coming of age pre trixie. 3.6k]

ancolie (innocence, foolishness)

[lesbian flower shop/bakery au. 1.6k. fluff. flower metaphors.]

i’ll be yours (if you’ll be mine)

[multiship valentines drabble chapters set in katyas shop. much trixya. 4.5k]

workplace romance series

1793

[ the beginning of time. 1k]

1983

[ anaheim, the third time. 1k]

1990

[ santa monica, meeting two. 1.2ish k]

1995

[milwaukee, the fifth time. 1.2k]

2002

[ boston, no.4. 1k]

Ninex

i believe that we will win

[iwhe universe fic. monet x nina with kids being supportive soccer dads. 736 words]

bad idea (let’s keep kissing)

[songfic bad idea - waitress. theatre lesbian au. 2.3k]

i’ll be yours (if you’ll be mine)

[multiship valentines drabble chapters set in katya's shop. 4.5k]

we didn’t start the fire (1/?)

[firefighter au. very domestic. multiship. light angst. 6.3k]

how will i know?

[phd student lecturers. songfic how will i know - whitney houston. 6k]

Kam/Asia

hello, goodbye, hello

[kasia and katya coming of age pre trixie. 3.6k]

we didn’t start the fire (1/?)

[firefighter au. very domestic. multiship. light angst. 6.3k]

drunk in love series (also a part of the iwhe universe)

(hey baby) i think i wanna marry you

[rare pair fic challenge. 2.5k. drunk marriage. tour fic]

peppermint and tequila

[exactly how they got drunk enough to get married. 600 words]

Trixie/Bendelacreme

how did you get in (nobody’s supposed to be here)

[based off of bens elimination in as3. 900 words.]

Jan/Jackie

i do like you.

[university fic, year abroad, pining, angst, loveeee, lesbians, 3.5k]

star-uncrossed

[Jan and Jackie meet and Jackie is the sweetest. falling in love. 1.7k]

we might be hollow (but we’re brave)

[coming of age songfic to lorde. fluffy. 3k]

liability

[a depressing romp through finding yourself after trauma. 6k. fluffy ending]

the kind of love you don’t believe in

[divorce lawyer/wedding planner lesbian au. pure fluff. i love it. 7.3k]

papillionlisse (3/6)

[harry potter au, exchange student, fluff, 9.5k]

we didn’t start the fire (1/?)

[firefighter au. very domestic. multiship. light angst. 6.3k]

Gigi/Nicky

i do like you.

[university fic, year abroad, pining, angst, loveeee, lesbians, 3.5k]

papillionlisse (3/6)

[harry potter au, exchange student, fluff, 9.5k]

Taywhora

don’t just stand their staring honey (try to move your feet)

[they were roommates/fake dating/friends to lovers. slowdance universe. 4k]

ain’t no doubt about (it i’m in love)

[soft valentines day fluff. slowdance universe. 1k ]

i couldn’t be more in love

[canon compliant. metaphors. angst. coughing up petals. 764 words]

Rose/Denali/Gott Mik

we cry tears of mascara in the bathroom (honey life is just a classroom)

[gottrose. drunk in bars. lesbian. songfic ]

tu besos es my salvation

[rosenali hanahaki. canon compliant competition based. ]

home for the summer

[gottrosenali. friends to lovers. coming of age. ]

Drabbles

i’m so tired [branjie]

they know the best of you [branjie]

middles [trixya]

evolution [branjie]

insomnia [ninex]

the birth of venus [branjie]

moments like these [trixya]

happy birthday [ninex]

3 a.m. [branjie]

witching hour. [branjie]

team building [jan x jackie]

my feet hurt. [jan x jackie]

cute [ninex]

can i kiss you? [jan x jackie]

grinch season [ninex]

family dinner [ninex]

miscommunication [ninex]

is that how you flirt? [jan x jackie]

Poetry

g r a p e f r u i t

[poetry collective]

Avengers Anthology Contributions

delicious

[an extended metaphor about pancakes. 1K. branjie]

#charlottes fanfic masterpost #of her own fanfics #and they're sorted and described #because i am what?#organised

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nerdy-bookworm-1998 · 6 years ago

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Masterlist

Last updated 23/03/19

Marvel

Gretchen's 200 Follower Writing Challenge Masterlist

Takeout Night - Reader introduces the boys to a new cuisine

A Gift-Wrapped Christmas -(Bucky Barnes x reader) Reader helps Bucky with some wrapping

Big brother - (platonic!Steve Rogers x reader) Steve helps reader after a breakup

Christmas Angel - (Bucky Barnes x reader) Reader takes Bucky Chrismtas shopping

Christmas in the Woods - (Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes) The boys pick up their Christmas tree

Happy Birthday - The team throw a surprise birthday party for reader

Christmas Fever - (Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes) The boys find reader crying in the middle of the night

Snowed In - (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Bucky and the reader get stuck in a snow storm

Christmas Claustrophobia - (Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes) Reader has a panic attack when she gets stuck in the attic

The Gryffindor and the Hufflepuff - Reader helps the boys find their Hogwarts Houses

Mistletoe Kisses - (Loki Odinson x Reader) What happens under the mistletoe, stays under the mistletoe

Belonging - (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Bucky comes home to find reader locked up in her room

Teacher’s Pet - (Student!Steve Rogers x Professor!Reader) Steve Rogers is a teacher’s pet

Lost - After a terrible accident, reader ends up in the Marvel universe

Widow's Bite - Imagine Natasha beating the shit out of your abusive ex

Puppy Eyes - What happens when the boys use their puppy eyes to drag reader into an animal shelter

I’ll always catch you when you fall - (Peter Parker x Stark!reader) Peter’s first mission with the team after the dusting doesn’t go to plan, reader cheers him up

Trust Me - (Bucky Barnes x reader) Bucky takes reader on a ride

Confident - (Stucky x reader) What’s wrong with being confident?

Birthday Surprise - (Stucky x reader) It’s your birthday

Welcome to the jungle - Tony turns the team into animals

A Father’s Fear - (Steve Rogers x Reader) What happens when you tell Steve you’re pregnant

Sickday - (Steve Rogers x Reader) Steve takes care of a sick reader

Concussion - (Stucky x Reader) Reader has a concussion

Thunderstorm - (Skinny!Steve Rogers x Reader) College AU where Steve and the Reader spend time together in the library while it rains outside

Full Throttel - Biker AU! What happens when a bar owner gets caught in a war between two rival MC’s

One Call Away - (Steve Rogers x Reader) Steve is always one call away

Scorpia - What happens when the Barton sister no one knew about shows up at the Avengers Compound littered with injuries?

Jazz Girl - (Stucky x Reader) Reader takes the boys dancing

Heart of the Ocean - (Stucky x Reader) Mer! AU Steve is a selkie who is mated with merman Bucky. What happens when they discover a group of merpeople hunting a human woman?

Sparring Time - (Stucky x Reader) Steve and Bucky decide it’s time for the reader to learn hand to hand combat, but she has a few tricks up her sleave

The Bet - (Stucky x Reader) Tony, Sam, Nat and Wanda take a bet on how fast the reader will show her hand (companion piece to Sparring Time)

Love Machine - (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Reader gets a big surprise when meeting Bucky's furbaby for the first time

The Arranged Marriage - (Prince!Steve Roger x Princess!Reader) Victorian era au where Steve and the reader are betrothed but cannot stand one another, will the sparks fly or will everything go down in flames?

Baby Blues - (Stucky x Reader) The boys come home to find the reader near tears because she can’t calm down their daughter

Puppy Love - (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Bucky and the reader find a box of puppies for sale and decide to take them home

Beg for Mercy - (Hades!Bucky Barnes x Persephone!Reader) Even the king of hell bows to his queen

The Distraction - (Steve Rogers x Reader) Steve is shocked to learn it’s his turn to play the distraction

Yes, Alpha - (Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader) Reader is being stubborn about staying in bed until her alpha steps in

Home - (Stucky x Reader) After a rough day at the compound Steve and Bucky find out what home means to them.

The Howling Commando - (Stucky x Reader) tony organises a Halloween party and fem!reader goes dressed in a howling commandos uniform and Steve and Bucky are just: 'error. Supersoldier.exe has stopped working'

Occupational Hazard - (Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff) Steve learns the hard way that Natasha always carries a blade wherever she goes.

Super Soldiers and Panic Attacks - Steve and Bucky help the reader with a panic attack in the happiest place on earth.

Christmas in July - The team wake up to find the compound full of the smell of Christmas

The Necromancer - Necromancer Bucky is encouraged by deceased reader to find Steve

Festive Spirit - The reader loves Christmas and Bucky is a bit of a Grinch

Snowballs and Hot Cocoa - Day 1 of my 25 Days of Christmas Celebration Calendar. It’s the first heavy snowfall of winter and the team spends it playing in the snow before snuggling up with some hot cocoa.

The Annual Cookie Baking Bonanza - Day 2 of my 25 Days of Christmas Celebration Calendar. The reader wakes up early to bake Christmas cookies, only to be sent back to bed once Bucky, Steve and Sam arrive back from a mission

Operation: Deck the Halls - Day 3 of my 25 Days of Christmas Celebration Calendar. The reader is on a mission; to decorate the Avengers Tower living spaces before the team wakes. Will she succeed or will she fall asleep before the task is complete?

Carols and Cuddles - Day 4 of my 25 Days of Christmas Celebration Calendar. Steve, Bucky and the reader are enjoying a quiet evening at home when they get a very, not so very unexpected surprise.

Girls’ Night In - Day 5 of my 25 Days of Christmas Celebration Calendar. The girls spend the night relaxing after a long week of missions.

December Date Night - Day 6 of my 25 Days of Chrismtas Celebration Calendar. It’s date night for Steve and Y/N. Steve plans on making it absolutly magical

The Christmas Tree Lighting - Day 7 of my 25 Days of Christmas Celebration Calendar. The town closest to the compound is holding their annual tree lighting ceremony and have invited the Avengers to attend but not everything goes smoothly, luckily Steve and Bucky are there to save the day.

The Annual Stark Christmas Gala - Day 8 of my 25 Days of Christmas Celebration Calendar. It’s time for the annual Stark Christmas Gala, but Y/N isn’t really in the mood. Maybe a new friend can turn that around.

Online Shopping - Day 9 of my 25 Days of Christmas Celebration Calendar. All Bucky wants to do is go home, curl up with his best and do some online shopping, but she has other plans

Signed, Sealed and Delivered - Day 10 of my 25 Days of Christmas Celebration Calendar. Y/N gets Fury an early Christmas present. Fury is not very jolly, or so they think.

The Annual Avengers’ Family Christmas Card - Day 11 of my 25 Days of Christmas Celebration Calendar. It’s time for the annual avengers family Christmas card and Steve gets a little more than just a photo out of the deal.

The Mystery of the Secret Santa - Day 12 of my 25 Days of Christmas Celebration Calendar. The Secret Santa strikes and Clint knows exactly which lab tech with their own secret and a supersoldier boyfriend is responsible.

Crafts for Christmas - Day 13 of my 25 Days of Christmas Celebration Calendar. Peter helps y/n make some Christmas baubles.

Snowstorm - Day 14 of my 25 Days of Christmas Celebration Calendar. Y/N is stuck in a snowstorm on her way home, but not everything is as bad as it seems.

Going Home - Day 15 of my 25 Days of Christmas Celebration Calendar. Y/N is on her way home for Christmas when Steve drops a bomb on her.

Turkey Sandwich with a side of Vomit - Day 16 of my 25 Days of Christmas Celebration Calendar. Y/N gets food poisoning from a turkey sandwich. Luckily Doctor Barnes is there to make it all better.

Snowy Slopes and Broken Bones - Day 17 of my 25 Days of Christmas Celebration Calendar. Y/N, Steve, and Bucky go on vacation and Steve wants to go snowboarding.

A Disney Christmas - Day 18 of my 25 Days of Christmas Celebration Calendar. When Tony announces a Christmas vacation Y/N is the personification of the energizer bunny, but not everything is as it seems.

Avengers Pajama Party - Day 19 of my 25 Days of Christmas Celebration Calendar. It’s time for the avengers family holiday pajama party and y/n has a little surprise for Bucky.

A Snowy Engagement - Day 20 of my 25 Days of Christmas Celebration Calendar. Bucky and y/n go for a snowy walk in Central Park.

The Winter Wedding - Day 21 of my 25 Days of Christmas Celebration Calendar. Bucky and y/n get married in a Christmas Eve wedding. Part of my Lost universe.

A MC Christmas - Day 22 of my 25 Days of Christmas Celebration Calendar. It’s Christmas time at the Howling Commandos MC. Part of my Full Throttle universe.

Flannel Shirts and Reindeer Skirts - Day 23 of my 25 Days of Christmas Celebration Calendar. Y/N takes Bucky home for a family Christmas at the Barton farm. Part of my Scorpia universe.

The Festive Education of Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes - Day 24 of my 25 Days of Christmas Celebration Calendar. Y/N teaches Steve and Bucky about Christmas.

The Yule Feast - Day 25 of my 25 Days of Christmas Celebration Calendar. Y/N and Steve have their own private yule feast with their children. Part of my Arranged Marriage universe.

The Ice Queen’s Secret - When Bucky and Y/N get stuck together in a dingy cabin during a snowstorm secrets are revealed

Steven’s Secret - Y/N has been very busy lately with juggling her job, studies and spending time with Steve Rogers, her boyfriend of two years, causing Steve to distance himself from her. What will happen when she hears him talking to Sharon about telling his girlfriend where he’s been for the last three weeks?

A Pep Talk From The Past - Bucky gives himself a pep talk before asking y/n a very important question.

Solving the Mystery of the Secret Valentine - Two months after Bucky finds out y/n is keeping secrets from him it all comes to a head when the compound is attacked, or is it?

The Misunderstanding - Bucky thinks y/n is cheating on him with Steve, but everything is not as it seems.

A Dinner to Die For - No one goes after y/n family and gets away with it, no one.

Audiobook of Love - Steve and Bucky are missing their best girl while on a mission, but she has a special surprise for them.

Migraines and Movies - Tony drops everything when his daughter needs him.

Scrapes and IHOP Pancakes - Nat and y/n have a post-mission breakfast

Trick or Treat - It is Brooklyn and Sarah’s first time going trick or treating, and their Avengers aunties and uncles love their costumes

Tolkien

The Royal Artist - (Thranduil x elf!reader) Thranduil meets the reader on a beach and is so entranced by her that he invites her to stay at the palace, but she has her own past that she is running from, will it finally catch up with her?

The Bookelf - (Thranduil x Elf!Reader) Thranduil finds a distraught reader in the forest and takes her under his wing

#master list #nerdy-bookworm-1998 #marvel #avengers #tolkien

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avengerscompound · 6 years ago

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Swipe Right - Chapter 8

Swipe Right: A Captain America Fanfic

Series Masterlist Previous | Next For your POV

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Word Count: 2400ish

Warnings: sexting

Synopsis: Steve wants to make your first time special. Unfortunately, HYDRA has other plans

A/N: Re-uploading from @emilyevanston.

THERE ARE IMAGES IN THIS FIC THAT ARE ESSENTIAL TO THE STORY.

Chapter 8

Steve was in love. He knew he was. He had felt it once before. It didn’t exactly end well the first time. His fault maybe? He didn’t really allow for a lot of debate about the pros and cons of slamming that plane into the Arctic Ocean. Still, he had known it then and he knew it now.

He felt better when he was with you than when he wasn’t. Not that he couldn’t exist without you. That wasn’t it at all. It wasn’t codependent he was feeling. It was just with you, he relaxed. He knew even when you were both having a bad day, that when you were together it didn’t feel as bad. He loved how you got him and he loved how normal you were. Getting to hear about your day was one of the things he looked forward to at the end of his. He could envision a life with you. That scared him, but it was still there. All the things he had given up on. Marriage. A home. Children. With you, he could see it all.

Now he just had to figure out how to say it.

The first time he thought he felt it was over something so small. He had been in the kitchen with you, helping make dinner and messed up and you had laughed. It had been so genuine and pure and lacking in malice and the words and nearly slipped out right then and there even though he was still unsure if that’s what it was.

He knew for sure the time he came back from a mission and all he wanted was to curl up in your arms. He had texted you to see if you were up for a visit and was greeted by you with a night of watching old movies snuggled up on the couch and a small array of comfort foods you'd ordered in. It had been so thoughtful and exactly what he needed. The fact you had just been able to read him like that made his heart hurt. He just hoped that you were getting the same things from him in the relationship because the way you got him and were there for him made him love you so much.

He didn’t say it then though. He wasn’t really sure why. Nerves maybe? It felt like such a lot to lose if he said it too soon and you didn’t feel the same way. After that, he seemed to never be able to find the right moment. He felt like it should be perfect. Which, quite frankly was frustrating as hell. He’d told other people not to waste time, to say how they feel. Yet here he was, stuck in a loop and the longer he went without saying it, the more perfect it needed to be.

“You’re an idiot. You know that right?” Sam said taking a long drink from the beer he was nursing and shaking his head.

“I’m with, Sam. Just tell her.” Bucky agreed.

“I know, I know. I just… I want her to feel special when I say it. I want to do something for her. She’s always doing things for me.” Steve said.

“You're overthinking it, man,” Sam said. “You gotta stop sabotaging your happiness. This is it. Be happy.”

“I know… I know…” Steve groaned. “I don't know why I'm like this.”

“Why don't you take her away for a weekend? Go upstate or something?” Bucky suggested.

Steve chewed the inside of his cheek as he considered it. The two of you still hadn't had sex either was the problem. He knew he was ready though, he just wanted to say the words first. A weekend away could be just the thing that got him out of his head. It would be special and just the two of you.

“That's a really good idea.” He agreed.

The next time he saw you he proposed a trip and the two of you had worked it out together. You would drive up to Vermont and stay in a bed and breakfast. He would spend the day with you and have a romantic dinner and tell you exactly what you meant to him

Then HYDRA happened. They had made a direct attack on a chemicals manufacturer in China and the Avengers had been called in. As they rushed to get their stuff together Steve texted you.

Your reply hurt. He knew you had been looking forward to it. He hated that his life meant thing like this could be so easily taken away from you.

Steve burst into laughter making Clint look over at him with his head tilted. Steve shook his head and pointed at the door. Clint huffed and grabbed his bow before heading out the door.

Steve frowned and grabbed his shield. You were always going to worry about him. He knew that. He knew all he could do was try and be present when you were together and reassure you when he wasn’t around that he would be okay and come home to you.

The mission was pretty straightforward. It would take a few days though. People had been killed when the hit was made, chemicals were stolen. The operation had been sloppy though and tracking them down wasn’t going to take too long. Rhodey, Nat and Clint had gone to follow leads while the rest of the team took turns running comms and sleeping.

It wasn't so bad really. This was a fully sanctioned mission by both the Chinese Government, the UN and the company that had been hit. They were staying in a nice hotel. It wasn’t with you, but it wasn’t a moth-eaten mattress on the floor of some dilapidated building either.

When it was Steve’s shift to sleep he took off his uniform and slipped into bed in just his boxers with his phone in his hand. He checked the time. It was quite late in New York and he worried about waking you. The urge to talk was strong though and besides, he knew you would worry if you didn’t hear anything.

He closed his eyes and thought about what he should be doing right now. Right now the two of you should be sharing a bed. Maybe you would have made love for the first time. Maybe you would be now. The thought of you wrapped in his arms, your head resting on his chest tugged at him.

He sighed. Of course, you knew that’s what he had planned. He was ruining things all over again. You had been so patient with him. So understanding. How long could that possibly last if on top of his own Demisexuality you had to deal with HYDRA pulling you apart too?

God, how he wanted to just go straight to you after this. To take you in his arms. To stop overthinking all of this. It wasn’t fair to you. The two of you had made plans. It was going to be romantic and special and it was going to mean something. He didn’t want the first time with you to just be some throwaway thing. He wanted the romance. He wanted to make it count because you had understood him and had waited for him.

A tingle spread through Steve’s body starting in his scalp. It was almost like the ghost of your lips had touched him simply by reading the words. That spot did do things to him too. He ran his fingertips over it, feeling the slow steady beat of his pulse.

Steve stared at the screen not sure what to say. He knew what you wanted. Yes, he was born in a time well before texting was a thing let along sexting. He didn’t live in a bubble though. He just had never done it and he didn’t know what exactly you said in times like this. He typed something and deleted it only to type it again. He kept looking at the words and thinking they seemed too forward or too ridiculous. He stopped and closed his eyes taking a breath and picturing you on the couch with him. What he would do if you were together kissing like you did on so many occasions.

Steve faltered and his cock twitched. The two of you had never spoken like this in person and he wasn't exactly sure how to handle it. The thought of your cunt dripping as you ground up against his leg made his thighs tense and his cock start to harden. He wondered if you were telling the truth though or just trying to give him something.

Steve let out a sharp breath and palmed his cock through his boxers. The thought of your fingers wrapped around it send a shudder through him and made his abs tighten. His cock hardened as he imagined what he’d do to you too. How as you stroked him, he could be the one touching you. That it was his fingers making you feel these things.

Steve groaned again. He spat on his palm and slipped his hand into his boxers. He rolled his palm over the head of his cock, gathering up the precome and using it as a lubricant. So when his fingers wrapped around his girth, his palm slid easily up and down his shaft. He bucked up slightly in his hand and closed his eyes for a second and just thought about you. Your hand stroking him and the feel of your cunt squeezing around his digits.

Steve’s hips bucked and precome leaked over his knuckles, seeping through his boxers. His breath had started to come in shallow and all he could think about was what it would be like to be inside you, with your body flush against him, moving together.

He moved his hand faster picturing you back in your own bed, naked and pleasuring yourself to the thought of him. Your fingers fucking deep inside you a thin sheen of sweat over your body and your breasts rising and falling as you panted with your approaching orgasm. Shivers ran up his spine and a pressuring pushed down in his abs as his own orgasm approached. With a groan and a tightening of his balls he came, hot come spilling over his hand and stomach and staining his boxer shorts.

He took a moment to come down, his body relaxing as endorphins flooded his system. He heard the phone chime with a message from you and he picked it up.

Steve got up to clean himself up. You amazed him. The fact you affected him like that without even being there meant something. He was going to stop overthinking this. He loved you. It was time you heard it.

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #captain america #fanfic #captain america fanfic #fanfiction #smut #reader insert #fluff #swipe right

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sandrawrites13 · 6 years ago

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Masterlist

MASTERLIST

A/N - this masterlist is young. meaning that i don’t have too many one-shots and imagines yet, but i will gain more as i progress as a writer! this is going to be a little bit hard to navigate, THEREFORE, if you do not want to specifically use this masterlist, SEARCH MY TAGS - it will be a lot more easier, but you may need to do some navigation on your part.

as i write more, i will update this masterlist with the new fandoms that correlate. :)

there are current one shots i have written that are not here.

MY FANDOMS

MY DO’S AND DONT’S

THE WALKING DEAD

“’Just an Hour.’” - Daryl x Reader | | Fluff

“My Good Angel” - Negan x Reader | | Fluff, Angst, and Lime

“Nice View” - Negan x Reader | | Lime

SUPERNATURAL

“Snowed in” - Winchesters x Reader | | Fluff?

LAW AND ORDER: SPECIAL VICTIMS UNIT

“Like Glass” - Olivia Benson x Reader | | Fluff & Minor Angst

PITCH PERFECT

“The One” - | | Jesse Swanson x Reader | | Fluff

YOUTUBERS

“The Titanic” - Mark Fischbach x Reader | | Smut

“My World” - Mark Fischbach x Reader | | Fluff

“Baby, It’s Cold Outside” - Mark Fischbach x Reader | | Fluff

Headcannons - Darkiplier Obsessing Over You | | Lime and Dark

“A Present?” - Darkiplier x Reader | | Fluff

SERIES’

FIFTY SHADES OF DARKIPLIER | | FLUFF AND SMUT

Part One Part Two

AVENGERS

“In All the Right Ways” - Tony x Reader | | Fluff

“You’re my Everything” - Loki x Reader | | Fluff

Headcannons - Steve x Reader | | Fluff & Smut

GREY’S ANATOMY

“I (Probably) Hate You” - Mark x Reader | | Angst & Fluff

Headcannons - Dating Alex Karev and being Mark’s younger sister would include | | Lime

THE 100

“That’s Believable” - Marcus Kane x Reader | | Fluff & Lime

BIG BROTHER

“This (Kitchen) Girl is on Fire” - Paul A. x Reader | | Fluff

OCEAN’S 8

“Only Time Would Tell” - Nine Ball x Reader | | Fluff?

ORANGE IS THE NEW BLACK

“Breathe, Just Breathe” - Nicky x Reader | | Angst & Fluff

“Daddy’s Girl” - Daddy x Reader | | Fluff

“It’s okay to not be okay” - Mom! Maria x Reader | | Fluff & Angst

“Don’t push it” - Nicky x Reader | | Fluff

PROMPTS OF HORROR

“Overview”

“Shaky Hands” - Prairie Johnson | | Day One

“Explosion” - Misty Day | | Day Two

“Delirium” - Natasha Romanoff | | Day Three

“Human Shield” - Nicky Nichols | | Day Four

“Gunpoint” - Piper Wright | | Day Five

“Dragged Away” - Kara | | Day Six

“Isolation” - Mary Winchester | | Day Seven

“Stab Wound” - Maggie Greene | | Day Eight

“Hiding” and “Fist Fight” - Erin Hannon | | Day Nine

“Unconscious” - Trish Walker | | Day Ten

“Stitches” - Izzie Stevens | | Day Eleven

“Don’t Move” - Amanda Rollins | | Day Twelve

“Adrenaline” - Kate Marsh | | Day Thirteen

“Tear Stained” - Peter Parker | | Day Fourteen

“Scars” - Jennifer Jaraeu | | Day Fifteen

“Pinned Down” - Lily Rabe | | Day Sixteen

“Stay With Me” - Whitney Avalon | | Day Seventeen

AND THE REST was discontinued because :)

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DJ Khaled had big shoes to fill, in all ways. The star DJ and music producer will take over from John Cena as host of the “Kids’ Choice Awards” next month, Nickelodeon announced on Tuesday. Khaled will bring a party atmosphere to the annual slime-filled awards show for his inaugural hosting gig on March 23, thanks to his signature catchphrases and gregarious personality. Also Read: Nickelodeon to Revive 'Are You Smarter Than a 5th Grader' With New Host John Cena “Father of Asahd is here to let you know the biggest party of the year is about to go up! That’s right, March 23 – I’m your host, DJ Khaled for the Nickelodeon ‘Kids’ Choice Awards.’ I’ll see you soon!” the musician said in a statement. This year’s top nominees include “Avengers: Infinity War,” “Black Panther,” Cardi B and “Hotel Transylvania 3: Summer Vacation.” First-time nominees include Jason Momoa, Emilia Clarke, James Corden, Noah Centineo, Bebe Rexha, Tyra Banks, Neil Patrick Harris and “Riverdale.” Khaled himself is nominated for three awards: Favorite TV Judge, Favorite Male Artist and Favorite Collaboration. Also Read: John Cena on Nickelodeon Conquest Plans, From 'TMNT' Villain to Hosting 'Kids' Choice Awards' This year’s show also introduces five new categories for voting: Favorite TV Host, Favorite TV Judges, Favorite Superhero, Favorite Gamer, and Vote For A Cause. Nickelodeon’s 2019 “Kids’ Choice Awards” airs live on Saturday, March 23, at 8 p.m. (ET/PT) from the Galen Center in Los Angeles. See the full list of nominees below. 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justanotherloveaffair · 7 years ago

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All That You Can’t Leave Behind [Part 8/14]

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader, T’Challa x Reader

Warnings: None for this one.

Word Count: 1,644

Summary: Reader and T’Challa have a flight to catch in the morning.

Author’s Note: It’s an inbetweener kind of chapter.

See Masterlist for Parts 1-7

Your name: Submit (what is this?)

Taglist: @nah-imjustfeelinit, @tchallaholla, @a-heretic-child

You normally were the type of sleeper to wake up at least two or three times but your first night next to T’Challa was peaceful and deep.

In fact it was so deep you somehow missed whatever alarm had woken him up to get partially dressed and apparently order room service because you woke up to the tinking sound of a steel closh hitting a water glass. Your eyes blinked awake in an instant to see T’Challa looking apologetic as his careful surprise had been spoiled by one wrong movement.

You sat up from the warm stack of pillows around you and breathed in a deep, exaggerated breath. “Oh man, do I smell bacon?” T’Challa revealed two identical plates of waffles, bacon, sausage links, scrambled eggs and toast. Even more importantly there was a glass, not a shitty ceramic cup like in the hotels you were used to, of cappuccino with an artful design.

“Yes, it’s important you eat, it is going to be a big day.” Seeing you start to struggle to get upright he fussed, waving his hands, “No, stay there, let me bring it to you.” He placed the serving tray on your lap and kissed your forehead.

It was so thoughtful and romantic and just one of already so many attentive gestures he’d shown you. He clearly enjoyed to spoil his women. You wondered about the others who had been lucky enough to experience it, but you didn’t get too hung up on the thought because you were here now and they weren’t, and that was the beginning and end of any jealous feelings.

You got through two pieces of bacon and half of your waffle when you suddenly dropped your fork that clattered down on the plate. “Shit, what time is it? When are we leaving?”

“It’s 7:00, and we can leave whenever you are ready, although the ship will be here for us at 8:00.”

“Oh my GOD I forgot to pack!” you realized with horror. The suitcase was sitting in your apartment, empty. “Shit!” you cursed and started moving the plate to leave when T’Challa grabbed your arm.

“Hey, look at me.” You obeyed and looked into his warm brown eyes. “I have everything at my disposal at the palace. I’ve told you this Y/N, you will have everything you need. What is it you think you can’t live without?”

When you finally put your mind to it, it seemed silly the things you wanted to take like your favourite sweat pants, your makeup essentials, electronics you couldn’t do without. You murmured your answer listing off these few things and predictably T’Challa scoffed.

“First of all, I’m not going to allow sweat pants in my bedroom – you won’t last seconds in them.” His tone was firm and serious, but you responded with a cheeky “promise?” anyway. He returned right back to his impassioned speech. “Makeup you will have no problem finding, the palace is full of women who have all kinds and finally, we are the most technologically advanced civilization in the world. You will find ten devices better than anything you have in the first day.”

He was so focused on banishing these concerns of yours that you gave in, and your shoulders fell as you exhaled, mentally saying goodbye to the few comfort items you’d hoped to take along. “Okay, T’Challa. I believe you. I just want to do one thing before we go.”

His eyebrows lifted and you explained, “I need to message Steve.”

T’Challa smiled, cool as can be and said, “No need to, Steve will be joining us.”

T’Challa was holding your hand in a mostly empty, out-of-the-way parking lot that your driver had brought you to. It was 7:54. Even with the new comfort you had found with T’Challa, you still craned your neck around for Steve who was that touch of New York you already felt you needed close by going to such a different place.

“Hey!” Came a deep booming voice from Steve who was walking through the parking lot towards you in beige pants, a white V-neck and a brown jacket. As he came closer you admired again the beard he was growing and how it gave him such a different look, not that you didn’t enjoy that clean cut, all-American face.

Steve wrapped you both in a hug, first T’Challa and then you. You were being engulfed by his giant arms when the sound of an aircraft cut through the skies and suddenly appeared near you.

T’Challa looked up. “Ah, right on time.” His black robes and vibrantly coloured scarf were blowing slightly in the wind but not as much as one would expect from a ship much larger than a helicopter landing about twenty feet from you.

It was military-tech looking but strangely shaped, invoking an animal design. While you were marveling at it, an opening appeared and down a staircase and towards you walked three of the most beautifully fierce women you had ever seen.

They carried shining spears and their red, gold and silver armour was straight out of fantasy or even science fiction. You had never seen women look so fearless and your impression of Wakanda skyrocketed tenfold. The woman leading the three stopped a foot from you, her followers stopped too and all three tapped their spears to the ground in unison.

“Okoye,” T’Challa crossed his arms against his chest firmly, pressing his fists in a quick pump and she mimicked his motion.

“My King.” She responded, and looked behind him at Steve and you, not unkindly.

“These are my guests, you already know Steve,” Steve tipped his fingers in a light salute, “and this is Y/N, the programmer who will be graciously helping us.”

You had never felt so intimidated in your life nor more unsure of what to do or say. Okoye was so visually striking and beautiful you were dumb for words. You settled for a meek “Nice to meet you.”

“Y/N, Steve.” She looked between both of you, and then spoke to T’Challa in her accented voice. “Everything is ready.” As she turned back to the ship, T’Challa smiled and beckoned you to follow.

Steve caught up to you as you walked and bent down so that he could say in your ear, “Relax honey. I can tell you’re intimidated, but there’s no need.”

You flushed at knowing your nerves were so easily read. “I’ll try,” you affirmed back and he winked.

The ship’s interior was big enough for you to all be comfortably seated, with some benches for passenger seats. Okoye sat down in front of the large window at the front. You were taking everything in but your eyes kept coming back to T’Challa. You were already starting to wonder how you would be welcomed in his presence now that he was returning to his duties as King. A twinge of fear and insecurity gnawed at the edge of your thoughts. It seemed ludicrous you’d only known him for two days and were already starting to fear the loss of someone you’d only just begun to have.

Steve seated himself first and you slid up next to him, watching as Okoye seemed to summon the ship upwards with only her hands. The ship responded to the haptic motion smoothly and within moments the ship was lighter than air. You watched through the large window as the island of Manhattan became smaller and smaller until finally it was obscured by white clouds.

T’Challa settled down in the seat to your right. He hadn’t said much since you arrived on the ship except a few words to Okoye. You couldn’t be sure, but you felt a bit of tension that seemed to stem from you. It was just a guess, but you imagined T’Challa hadn’t figured out how to handle your recently blossoming interest in each other now that you were among his people; his hand that had rarely left yours in the last 48 hours now felt so far away in his lap. You recalled his comments about being kept naked in his bedroom and hoped that future was still in the cards, whether it was a well-kept secret or not.

Steve, who had a fine-tuned Y/N-meter and could always tell when something was up, brushed your arm with his fingers. “You okay?” he mouthed quietly so that nobody else could hear, although you saw how T’Challa shifted slightly and knew he was paying very close attention. You nodded in response to Steve’s concerned expression. He made it clear he wasn’t convinced but sensed you weren’t telling all at the moment for a reason.

Time passed with some conversation between Steve and T’Challa about their experiences with the Avengers and later on, the two friends started telling you stories about each other, and others in the group that got you laughing pretty hard. In quiet moments between conversation your eyes wandered back and forth from the hypnotic view out the window to the stoic and quiet T’Challa. He noticed your gaze a few times and returned it with a smile that looked more for your benefit than his.

You’d crossed continents and oceans in what seemed like a very short time and as the aircraft began descending through the clouds, your heart started beating harder as T’Challa stood and beckoned you and Steve over in front of the cockpit window.

“Oh, my,” you gasped as a mountainous, lush world appeared in front of you, an untouched corner of nature’s bounty rich with waterfalls, trees and all backed by the golden light of the African sun.

T’Challa’s pinky finger linked around yours, drawing your eyes from the breathtaking sight to his. “This is nothing. Watch.”

In front of you, you appeared to be heading down into the side of a mountain and you yelped and went to cover your eyes when an invisible shimmering fabric in the air reacted to the ship. As it passed through the field, a shining urban city glinted into existence, nestled majestically amongst a twisting river and nearby mountains, full of skyscrapers and city life in such an unexpected place.

Your hand involuntarily squeezed T’Challa’s in shock and surprise as your jaw fell open.

He squeezed back, smiling at the look on your face and said, “Welcome to Wakanda.”

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