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Can I make another little request for our Tony?
"You're the best hugger." "That's just the greatest compliment." *hugs them even tighter*
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Best hugs in the world
PAIRING || Baker!Boyfriend!Tony Stark x Girlfriend!Pregnant!Fem!Reader
WORDCOUNT || ~ 675 words
SUMMARY || You’re convinced your boyfriend and father of your child is the absolute best hugger in the world, and anyone who dares to tell you otherwise hasn’t had the pleasure of being on the receiving end of one yet.
RATING || Teen (T)
TAGS || Bakery AU. Pregnancy fic. A bomb of pure fluff.
A/N || This is written for my Summer of Drabbles. Bestie, I cannot thank you enough for sending in this sugary sweet request, and I hope this story will have been everything you could have wished for and more! I can’t wait to show more of their dynamic in future stories, as these two are some of my favorites to write for! 🤍
Photo: @ccbsrmsf1 || Other graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin
Main Masterlist || Tony Stark || Baker!Tony Stark || Summer of Drabbles
It’s been a long day for both you and Tony at his bakery - while he’s been working from early in the morning to well into the afternoon, you swung by for a few hours to help out during the afternoon rush - and now, you’re finally on your way home together, on your way to get some much-needed rest.
Even though it’s still relatively early in your pregnancy, it’s still draining a lot of your energy, and if it were up to Tony, you would already stay home and relax as you’re growing a human inside your belly. However, you have convinced him you can still work a few hours while he is also at the bakery, wanting to keep an eye on you whenever possible.
“How’re you feeling, Peach?” he asks, his hand gently squeezing your thigh as he looks at you. You’re waiting for the traffic light to turn green, and you close your eyes, feeling the warmth of the late afternoon sun on your skin, as you lay your head against the rest behind you.
“I'm exhausted,” you admit, your weariness evident in your voice. He can see it in your eyes, and a pang of concern grips his heart at the sight, fearing that even the few hours you’ve been on your feet today may have been too much.
Just as he’s about to say something, the light turns green, and he doesn’t mention the topic for now, making a mental note to talk about it once you’re feeling better. He wants nothing but the best for you and your baby, and even though they’re not here yet, he can’t stop thinking about the joy of becoming a Dad. A smile tugs on his mouth as you look over, making your heart swell with love.
“Sometimes, I still can’t seem to grasp the concept that you’re growing a baby, our baby. A little human! With ten fingers, ten toes, a perfect nose, and the chubbiest cheeks,” he says proudly, his voice filled with warmth and love as he talks about them.
“But sometimes, all I can think about is what it would be like to hold them in my arms. What it would be like to be held by those ten fingers and tickled by those ten toes as I kiss their nose. However, the one thing I do hope is that they’ll have your beautiful eyes, Peach. Because seeing them makes me feel like I’m home and safe,” your boyfriend says, which makes tears gather in your eyes.
“Well, I was going to say that I think they’re just as good of a hugger as you are, but I don’t think my comment will top yours!” you say with a sniffle, though you also laugh through it. He always knows the right things to say as he tugs at your heartstrings, and today isn’t any different. He’s always been excellent with words, which is proof of that.
When Tony pulls into the garage of the apartment complex where you live together, he quickly gets out as soon as he’s parked, wanting to help you out of the car. Then, instead of turning around to close the door like you usually would, you wrap your arms around his waist, your cheek pressed firmly against his chest, making Tony blush at the sudden movement.
For a moment, you pull back enough to look at him and admire his flushed cheeks and soft gaze before giving him a piece of your mind.
“I have to say, you’re the best hugger I’ve ever known, and I can’t wait for our little Cupcake to experience them too,” you say, at which you both smile so widely your cheeks start to hurt a little.
“That’s just the greatest compliment, Peach. But now I’m definitely not letting you go anytime soon!” he says before gently pulling you closer again, hugging you tighter. In his arms, you feel safe, and you can only hope your baby will feel the same when they’re in his arms.
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GLASS (PART TWO) : SAM WILSON X BLACK PLUS SIZE READER
SUMMARY - You move from your small town in Louisiana all the way to New york and land yourself a job as the Avenger’s personal chef, just when you think you’ve built a comfy life outside of your sister she finds her way in again and manages to turn your world upside down
Part one: here
Your first day was pretty odd to say the least.
When you arrived at the tower the next morning getting in was easier than you thought, apparently Tony had already informed Jarvis of who you were so getting past security was no problem.
What was strange though was that nobody was there, Jarvis had informed you that the team had been assigned to a mission just last night and wouldn't be back for at least a day or two so you had the place to yourself until then.
You got settled into your room unpacking your things which was a pretty quick process considering you didn’t have a lot of things, you couldn't fit much into your old apartment.
You roamed around the tower in awe while simultaneously trying not to get lost, everything looked like it was straight out of some sort of futuristic movie. You were careful not to touch anything because you were sure it all costed way more than you could afford if you broke something.
You stopped your tour when you eventually landed in the kitchen, your new work space.
You had a tradition every time you stepped into a new kitchen, to cook or bake something. Just to get a feel for the space, to test out your flow in it. Almost like putting on a new pair of shoes, you have to walk around in them, mold them to your feet.
So that's exactly what you did, you spent majority of the day baking different assortments of desserts and breads and by the time you were finished the sun was beginning to set and you had enough baked goods to feed the entire city.
You decided to call it a night early, spent from the transition from your old place to the tower, plus all the baking.
You sunk into the soft sheets and instantly drifted off.
Time skip
The next morning you awoke to pure silence, something you definitely weren't used to back at your old place.
You got up and decided to get ready for the day, you didn't have any plans other than lounging around the tower and exploring some more but you figured you could at least make yourself look presentable. Doing your morning ritual before putting on a t-shirt and a pair of simple jeans.
You headed down to the kitchen to make yourself some coffee only to see that it was already filled with 5 other people, their torn suits littered with dirt, dried blood and god knows what other substances, clear exhaustion written all over their faces but nonetheless they were stuffing their mouths with all the treats you prepared the night before.
"Good morning." You smiled awkwardly as all their eyes fell on you.
"Hey kid, did you make all of this? God it's delicious." Tony complimented mouth full of food.
"Yeah, got a little carried away last night." You laughed.
"No complaints here, like he said it's delicious." Steve walked over to you holding his hand out for you to shake.
It was covered in grime but you shook it anyways, too estatic to care. Captain America gave your food his stamp of approval and that's all that matters.
"Thank you." You smiled shyly at him.
"Of course, it’s nice to meet you..." He trailed off signaling that he wanted your name.
"Y/n." You answered.
"Y/n." His smile widened.
"That's Bucky, Natasha and Sam." He pointed behind him at the three of them.
They each gave a small wave and as your eyes drifted between them you found yourself lingering on Sam the longest.
He gave you a small wink and you quickly looked away as your face heated up.
"It was nice to meet you all, i'm gonna go do some reading." You hurried off to the library.
"What do you guys think?" Tony turned to all of them, a satisfied expression on his face.
"She's cute and she can cook, what more could we ask for?" Natasha shrugged.
"Agreed." Sam nodded.
Bucky just gave a thumbs up, too busy throwing back blueberry muffins to speak.
"Good cause i plan on keeping her around." Tony grinned.
Everyone went off to their respective rooms to clean up and rest while you got comfy in one of the recliner's in the library room, nose deep in a random book you plucked off one of the shelves.
Later in the day you decided to start prepping some things for dinner, you figured everyone would want a nice meal after the night they had.
Once you got to the kitchen you were surprised to see that nearly all of the items you baked the day before were gone, nothing but crumbs and in the empty dishes.
You laughed to yourself as you pulled out the ingredients for a beef stew. You wanted to make something warm and filling, a great contrast to the chilly weather just outside the tower.
Once you began to cook you were pretty much in your zone, your hands on autopilot chopping vegetables and searing meat.
You were so focused on the task in front of you that you didn't hear the footsteps approaching, jumping slightly when a voice spoke from behind you.
"Praline candy, man i haven't had these in a long time." Sam plucked one of the treat bags from the glass bowl sat in the middle of the dining table.
"Oh? You a fan of them?" You turned around to face him, his eyes already on you.
"Practically grew up on them." He smiled at you.
"Me too, i used to always keep some around my apartment, they remind me of home." You smiled too.
"Oh yeah? Where you from?" He asked curiously.
"Baton rouge." You answered turning back toward the pot on the stove to give it a stir.
"That's funny, i'm from Delacroix." He perked up.
"Wow, just a skip and a hop away from me." You raised a brow in surprise.
"Small world." He chuckled.
The two of you made small talk as you finished up dinner, sharing stories from childhood and life before joining the team.
"Is it almost done? It smells amazing and i'm starving." He asked.
"Not quite, but here you can taste test a little of it, tell me what you think." You placed some in a small bowl for him.
He didn't hesitate to stuff the food into his mouth, despite your warnings of it being hot.
"That's the best thing i've had since i've been here." He closed his eyes savoring the taste.
"Oh come on, there's so much great food out here i'm sure you've had something better." You brushed him off.
"Nope, nothing beats a home cooked meal and i've had a few of those out here too but yours has to be the best, honest." He looked serious.
"Well i'm glad you like it, if you think that's good then everything else i make will blow you out of the water." You smiled shyly, ducking your head.
"Bring it on." He smiled brightly.
A/N - heyyyy i know it's been a minute but i'm finally getting back to this series, a lot of you really liked the first part and i always planned to continue this but i just couldn't figure out what direction i wanted the story to go in. I had a sudden burst of inspo today so ive been writing up a storm these past few hours. I’ll be back with a part three soon!🌻
Part three : here
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War Machine, Iron Man and the supervillains VS Orchis
The supervillains are sitting around in the bar, watching and listening to the news which showed J Jonah Jameson rambling about the lack of response from the superheroes in the times of crisis, Orchis running wild and the so-called "Sky is falling" rhetoric on TV. Just then, they are interrupted by Jim Rhodes who steps out of his War Machine armor, rallying them that they should go out to fight Orchis instead of sitting on their asses while the heroes are busy. Turk Barrett is skeptical about it as he heard that Tony Stark is broke. Jim Rhodes persuades that even if Tony is broke, he and Tony still have weapons cache which were never intended for anyone to use except for desperate times. Also, he has Sandman and Living Laser who are vouching to help him fight Orchis. Hearing the offer, the supervillains cheer for him and rush out of the bar to get the weapons. Jim Rhodes and the supervillains charge out of the storehouse, armed and ready to go on a war. As Jim Rhodes and the supervillains fight the Stark Sentinels, Sandman wonders where Tony Stark is.
Meanwhile, Tony Stark in his Iron Man armor, is in the West Coast, fighting the Orchis soldiers who had mutated into monsters. Tony gets a call from Vision who tells him that the rogue A.I. has made the Stark Sentinels attack the nuclear power plant. After fighting some Stark Sentinels, Tony gets a report that the supervillains had taken the weapons from the storehouse. Tony Stark goes off to investigate the cause and he finds the supervillains and Jim Rhodes fighting the Stark Sentinels and the mutated Orchis soldiers. Although Tony could not believe that his friend allowed the supervillains to use the weapons, he is glad that Rhodes is out of prison. Tony Stark tries to apologize to his friend for taking a long time in helping him out of the prison. However, Jim Rhodes points out that Tony and Emma were having a good time on the tabloids which Tony denies that the couple weren't the real Tony and Emma. After punching Tony, Jim declares that he would go to the West where he could try to start a new team and he vows that he could change some supervillains to become heroes as long as they are volunteers.
Invincible Iron Man v5 #19, 2024
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Brooklyn
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
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New chapter is out now!!! Do you guys have any theories on what’s going to happen? If you do, I wanna hear it!!! Drop them in my inbox 🫢🤨🫣😁
Nice to be Kneaded
The Brewing Storm
Series Masterlist
Previous Part: Beautifully Natured Next Part: Doomsday
Word Count: 6,021
Warnings: My blog is 18+ only. All minors or blogs without an age in bio will be blocked. Minors DNI.
The kitchen was quiet and you felt content, and oddly not in a rush unlike most of the time you spent in the bakery. Alone or with a whole team of your staff scrambling to keep the front cases full, it seemed like there was always more than one person, oven, or order that needed your attention at once.
But you finally got a chance to pace yourself well today, and with your favorite calming playlist filling the quiet spaces over the intercom speakers, one oven preheating and the other baking one of the two new recipes you wanted to test to introduce as a fall flavor, you felt... relaxed.
Steve quietly sat in the corner at a decorating table with a sketch pad and a pencil, you warned him today would be a relatively boring day for him to hang around the shop, but he still claimed all he wanted to do was spend time with you. But the entire storefront and kitchen was squeaky clean from head to toe, every ingredient was well stocked, every supply was well organized, and nothing needed to be fixed so he entertained himself.
You made him a latte, got him comfortable, then he let you work. Luckily for him, you needed all the opinions you could get on some pumpkin spice cookies and pecan cinnamon rolls. He sat patiently, sipping away occasionally while focusing on his drawing in front of him.
All while you let the smell of heavenly cinnamon, pumpkin, nutmeg, ginger and clove filled the whole bakery. It only got stronger with every moment you opened the oven to rotate the cookies to get them evenly baked.
Steve wanted to complain, he wanted to tell you his watering mouth and grumbling stomach was all your fault, but he knew better. He knew the second you could manage it, there would be a warm cookie and another fresh piping hot latte in front of him. That was one of your favorite advantages of the serum you learned about in your time with Steve. You could pump him up with as much coffee as he wanted to drink and it didn't even matter, the caffeine did absolutely nothing to effect his body.
Besides, he needed something to draw and you were the perfect subject. How could you not be? With the sleeves of your sweater rolled up, your apron ties going around your back and tied in a cute little bow, and the strand of hair that had fallen out of your bun as your rolled out your perfectly pillowy cinnamon roll dough, you were just asking to be drawn onto paper. If he did anything to pull your attention away from the task in front of you, he might not have been able to completely capture how beautiful you were in that moment. Especially in that moment when you didn't even have to try, just your natural state was so captivating.
You never caught him staring at you. Not even after your dough was shaped into a perfect rectangle, not when you spread on the cinnamon brown sugar filling, not when you rolled it up and cut out each bun. He tried really hard to capture how you had a subtle little smile on your face after each roll was sliced and had a perfect swirl.
Once he had everything he needed on paper, he focused on shading and adding tiny details into your figure, even added a few more models of just your head on the page next to it when he realized how many faces you make while working. Raised eyebrows when the oven timer alarms, furrowed eyebrows when reading the recipe over, then wide eyed when you add an ingredient to a bowl, panic, then read the recipe one more time just to make sure.
The cookies had baked to perfection, so you pulled them out of the oven and put the tray on the cooking rack before wrapping your cute little rolls in plastic wrap for one final rise before they could bake.
You grabbed the sanitizer rag to clean up your workspace before addressing Steve without even looking up at him. "I can feel you staring."
"You have no proof, you haven't looked at me once." Steve challenged.
"How do you know I haven't looked at you?" You challenged back, grin on your face and heat rising to your cheeks.
"The avengers could use an interrogator..." He mumbled.
Once your counter was squeaky clean, you looked up at him, and he was looking down at his sketchbook. His pencil moved quickly on the page but you could tell his skillful hands had control over what it was doing.
"Whatcha drawing over there?" You asked.
Steve looked up at you through his eyelashes, looked back down at his sketchbook, then raised it up coyly. "This page is called 'I like the way she rolls'"
You squinted your eyes to see it just a little clearer from across the kitchen, and when you realized each little forms on the page was you at different stages of baking the cinnamon rolls, you were sure you turned beet red. He was so talented, there was no denying it, but whenever he showed you drawings he did of you, your entire brain would completely shut down. You didn't know how to react, but you were always very flattered.
He laughed at your blushing cheeks and the way your mouth hung open for just a second before snapping shut again. You shook your head at his laughter, then his your face in your hands and screeched like a teenage girl. "Why are you doing this to me?!"
"Oh come on" Steve laughed. "A beautiful thing like you is just begging to be turned into art. How could I let such an adorable subject go to waste?"
"You're very talented, Honey." Is all you could get out.
"And you're the cutest thing I've ever seen" He reciprocated. "Plus, if I have to up and leave tomorrow, I'd be damned if I didn't soak up every detail I could about the little things! Like I definitely need to remember how you stick your little tongue out when you cut through the roll or else I'd absolutely whither away without you."
Your smile turned sad at that statement, "well it doesn't matter cause you're never leaving me."
"No?" He questioned.
"No. You're actually in a hostage situation now." You informed him, grabbing a warm cookie from the tray and walking it over to him.
"I think I'm experiencing Stockholm Syndrome" He smiled as you set the cookie down in-front of him.
Your arms engulfed him from behind, and you littered the top of his head in a handful of kisses.
"I really didn't want to remind myself of that today" You admitted.
"I'm sorry" He sighed, his hands found your forearms and squeezed them gently. "I think about it a lot, I just really try to soak up every moment with you. Even days like today where you think you're boring me to death make me happy, and I really enjoy it nonetheless."
"I love it too" You squeezed him. "Now will you draw me a picture of you drawing a picture of me?"
"Seems a little challenging" He giggled.
"Well luckily for me you're just the kind've guy who likes to take on a challenge" You pat his head and walked away before giving him an opportunity to opt out.
While you continued working, he did actually draw you exactly what you wanted. It made you light up with the biggest smile and declare that you'd cherish it forever. Then, when all was said and done and you got back to your house that night, it ended up tacked onto your bedroom wall like a teenager with a poster ripped out of Tiger Beat magazine.
You also declared that you'd get a frame for it the next time you went to the store, but for now you didn't want to miss a single moment of the masterpiece hanging on your wall. It's home would be next to the first painting he made for you which has been cherished and loved since the second it entered your home.
The two of you laid in bed together that night, and Steve kept his eyes fixed on the pieces of his art on your wall. It made him smile every time he thought about how you treated everything he made like it was fine art, as if his work would be worth something one day. You cherished it even if it was just a little doodle on a sticky note that he was anxiously fidgeting with, or a painting he had spent countless hours on.
Oddly enough, that very painting kept him up late that night. Though the room was dark, his heightened vision allowed him to see it, and for some reason it just reminded him of how it would be there in your house a lot longer than he would. One day he would be nothing but a distant memory, and you pass by it without a second glance.
Maybe he'd be in a cell, or maybe he'd have to go save the world. Something could happen to him, anything could happen to him, there were so many circumstances in which he'd have to go and the universe would stop him from finding his way back to you.
You slept so peacefully right next to him, one hand gently holding onto his upper arm just so your subconscious knew he was still there. As odd as it sounds, he had to rip his eyes away from the art just to sneak in some time to look at you.
Steve turned onto his side, accidentally knocking your hand off of him in the process causing your cute little face to scrunch up before your foot found his leg and you relaxed again. He hoped that when the time came you'd be able to smoothly transition back into the life you lived before you knew him. Fiercely independent- living life for yourself, lifting the heavy bags, reaching the top shelves by climbing on chairs, and sleeping in empty beds.
The thought of you having to navigate life after he left made his heart ache. He knew that he would be a wreck, but sweet little you doing so much on your own was too much to bare. You had always put on a brave face for him, but he knew you would be sad when all was said and done.
Taking the risk of waking you up, he pulled you closer to him and wrapped your arms around you. Your little face nestled right into his chest, and your arm flung over his side to keep him close too.
Steve did eventually fall asleep somewhere between self pity and reminding himself to take it one breath at a time, but that path only led to the same nightmares that turned him nocturnal when his feet first landed in Greenwood.
Unfortunately, he had good nights and bad nights written right back into his routine after escaping the guilt ridden nightmares for awhile. The good nights went unspoken, and the bad ones were never forced into conversations.
If he didn't want to talk about it, you never made him, but you both knew it was happening. There were nights where you'd wake up to him tossing and turning, laying on his back and staring up at the ceiling completely frustrated that he couldn't sleep and when he did it was littered with anxious interruptions. Sometimes you'd wake up shivering, huddled up so close to Steve for warmth but his big body couldn't cover all of yours and shield you from the cold autumn air after he had kicked off all the blankets in his sleep. Other times it was a little more dramatic, he'd mumble, gently kick and punch, his heart would race so fast you could see his pulse through his skin. You'd find ways to delicately pull him back to reality, and he'd wake up with a gasp before frantically looking around then hiding his face in his big hands.
When he was awake and well aware that he was at one of your homes, safe and sound as could be, you tried your best to make it better. There were more than a handful of long nights spent with the soldier laying face down on top of you, his hips slotted between your legs and his face hiding away from the world in the crook of your neck.
You'd happily play with his hair, and calm your breathing down to a slow and steady pace to try and get him to match it. Other times he needed a cold glass of water to snap him back into reality, and some space to process every evil trick his brain had played on him. Of course you'd never take offense to that, and if he was staying at your house you would make sure he got settled in on the couch with a soft blanket and anything he could possibly need. He always found his way back to bed after about an hour.
Whenever he calmed down from a nightmare, especially one he had accidentally woken you up with, you could tell he felt guilty about it just by the way he'd make sure you were tucked in nice and snug before scooping you into his arms and peppering your face in gentle kisses. Then in exchange, you'd be the one falling asleep to head scratches and undivided attention.
When the morning came on the tough nights, you'd ask him once if he was alright just to reiterate the sentiment that you really did genuinely care about his well being, but never twice if he seemed like he really didn't want to talk about it.
It's not that he was closed off or emotionally distant, it's just that he was experiencing the exact same nightmares over and over again. You had heard about every single one of them in rotation.
Him being woken up to a swat team surrounding him with weapons pointed at him in every direction, a plane crash, but more specifically, the plane crash, slowly dying in a battle field, Bucky falling from the train.
He just physically couldn't get himself to talk about the reoccurring events, he had already said everything that needed to be said, expressed his feelings on each one, and anything beyond that was just too much. You shouldn't have to hear about the intricacies of his trauma on a daily basis just because he couldn't sleep, nobody should. Besides, you had already done so much for his psyche by just being there.
Most of the nights he spent with you had been far more pleasant than nights on his own, and in the event a nightmare did occur with you by his side, they were far less vivid and way less gruesome. He even made it a point to let you know that you were always the key to the most relaxed state of mind he could have, and you made it a point to make sure the two of you slept in the same bed as often as physically possible.
The two of you also tried so many different things to try and keep the stress at bay before bed. No phones, absolutely no TV, and no consuming news. Most nights now was just the two of you having pleasant conversation and laughing until you couldn't breathe, solving puzzles and playing board games, cups of tea with full bellies, and getting your daily cardio in the form of your bodies tangled in the sheets.
It was nice, and simple. This new routine forced you even closer to him than you were before, it was a connection you had only dreamed of since being a little girl. Your night and shining armor, sweeping you off your feet with complete disregard to the jig-saw pieces he had knocked off the coffee table just to slow dance with you to the sound of a slow song that seeped out of the record player in his living room.
Every night you fell asleep completely relaxed, with a big smile on your face that only faded away alongside your consciousness. It seemed to be working for him too, as there was a few week long break from any nightmares at all.
Then, shit hit the biggest fan of them all. It just so happened that on this specific night, you had a lot going on. A huge order needed to go out, so you and your team stayed way passed closing to ensure a happy client. You had a 13 hour work day on your feet, then got home around 6pm to your mom who was staying with you for the night. She was on a road trip and passing straight through Greenwood and you offered to host her for the night so she could have a comfortable stay and a nice break from driving across the country. It even provided her a good opportunity to visit the bakery once more.
Your past and future relationships were a touchy subject for your mom, and Steve knew damn well his very existence alone was a touchy subject as well, so he kept himself company for the night. He stood in the living room, painting away at his easel for hours. The colors, textures, and shapes kept him occupied for what felt like forever, the same record the two of you often danced to was spinning on the player not even 5 feet from him. Every once and a while, his eyes would drift over to his dining room window, it faced your living room window and he could see the silhouette of you and your mom enjoying your time together through the sheer curtains. He could tell when you were laughing or invested in conversation just by your posture.
You must've had the same idea as him, because a glimmer of light caught his eye, and his head looked back over to his open window. The silhouettes were gone, but replaced by just you- poking your body through the curtains and waiting for his attention. A smile smeared across his face when he saw you, so you waved and blew him a kiss. His big blue eyes softened, and he blew a kiss right back.
Your body disappeared, assuming in attempts to not get caught by your mom blowing a kiss to the boy across the street as if you were back in high school again. All the lights in your house eventually turned off, but his stayed on for a while, keen on continuing his painting.
Relaxed, calm, happy. He even made himself a cup of tea the same way you would make it for him if you were here. No more phone, no more TV, just him and his canvas. An hour later, his mind was pulled from his relaxed state and was overcome with a sense of impending doom. It made the floor open up below him and swallow him whole, it made him drop his paintbrush onto the floor, his hands were so shaky he could barely pick it up again.
The feeling washed over him so suddenly, he couldn't wrap his head around what was happening to him. At first he thought he could've been having a heart attack, maybe a lung collapsed as the inability to breathe started to settle in. His whole body got hot, numbness set in the tips of his fingers and his toes as his legs wobbled with every stride over to the couch.
With no control on the way down, he practically fell onto it. Laying on his back he clutched his chest, trying his absolute hardest to get any amount of oxygen to his lungs regardless of his inability to breathe a regulated breath and calm his heart down enough to get a regular rhythm back.
Seriously convinced that he was having a medical emergency, he kept looking over at his phone all the way over by his easel, and his burner phone strictly for the Avengers all the way over on the dining table.
The more he was able to wrap his head around who he should even call, the more he realized 911 was guaranteed life in a cell, and you were exhausted. He knew you were exhausted. He would've literally rather died right there on the couch than wake you up and make you sneak out of your own house when you had already spread yourself so thin for other people.
So instead of seeking help, he submitted to whatever fate had planned for him. Still trying to breathe, trying to wrap his head around why he was profusely hot and starting to sweat, occasionally wiggling his fingers and toes trying to remind his brain they were still there regardless of his inability to feel them.
He didn't even know how long he stayed there as his stomach churned the uneasy feeling of impending demise and his own mind felt as if it had floated away from his body. But the record stoped spinning and the needle returned to its rightful place a while ago, and somewhere in that time he had ripped off his shirt and kicked off his pants. He was simply too hot and the fabric made him feel even more suffocated.
His heart eventually calmed and his lungs filled back up with air, intrusive yawns came at him quickly as big waves of sleepiness washed over him. Though he managed to pass out on the couch, the rest of the night was far from easy.
Nightmares were an understatement, each one was a true terror- each one had him crying before he even woke up. It was like the universe was taunting him as each dream was new.
One night felt like it had gone on for two whole days, and by the time the sun started rising he was both physically and mentally exhausted. His muscles were sore from being so tense, his sinuses hurt underneath his face, his jaw was clenched so tight that even his teeth hurt, and he had cried so much even in his sleep that he couldn't shed one more tear even if he tried.
It was worse than any battlefield he had ever been on, and he was sure to feel that long after he would manage to get some actual sleep, which only came when the sun peaked out just enough to eliminate most of the darkness in the sky.
That was just about the time you helped your mom pack up her car and sent her back on the road for one more day of driving before she reached her destination. You decided to sneak into Steve's house for some morning cuddles after a night without him before you had to leave for work in the afternoon.
After going through the side gate and unlocking the back door with the key he gave you, what you were met with inside broke your heart and told you everything you needed to know about how his night was.
There was paint dried to the floor by the easel, empty cups of water around the coffee table, his clothes haphazardly sprayed across the living room, he was curled up in a ball and shivering. The closer you got the more you could see the goosebumps raised across the entirety of his body, and details of his red swollen eyes and nose and cute little tear stained cheeks.
You were completely unsure if you should wake him up just to let him know you were there, or risk him waking up frightened that someone else was in the house with him. No matter what, it seemed as though he needed some love and a bit of comfort, so you did what your heart was telling you to do.
Quietly making your way upstairs to his bedroom, you stole the comforter right off his bed then headed back down. You carefully tossed it over his body before squatting down next to the couch, and tucking away all of the gorgeous strands of hair that flopped over onto his beautiful face.
He looked so cute even like this, bed head, a little sad pout, and his grown out beard going in a sorts of crazy directions before he brushed it all downwards every morning.
Your hand slid down to his shoulder that you gently squeezed and shook before he sucked in a big breath and slowly opened his eyes. He was almost too exhausted to process why you were there or the sympathetic look smeared across your face, but he wasn't too exhausted to feel so much relief upon seeing you.
He got a fistful of the comforter you covered him with before pulling it around himself tighter for more warmth, and hiding his face in it to spare himself from any drop of internalized embarrassment.
"My sweet baby" You cooed, fingers finding his hair once more. "You should've called me."
A verbal response wasn't something he felt capable of at the moment, all he could get himself to do was nestle his head into your hand just trying to feel you closer. You got the hint and laid down next to him, invading his personal space.
His arms wrapped around your waist and he laid onto his back, scooping you over so you would be right on top of him. Belly to belly, chest to chest, the pressure your body weight added on top of him was grounding. Holding you in his arms and having his face peppered in gentle kisses was healing in ways he didn't know he needed.
You warmed him up and eased his mind, you were all that had been missing in the past twelve miserable hours.
Propping yourself up a bit, you were able to get his cheeks in the palm of your hands. Your thumbs caressed gentle stripes across his cheeks and towards his nose, then you gently pressed a kiss right to the tip of it.
He couldn't keep his eyes open, and just being this close to him made you feel like you could vicariously feel his exhaustion. His hands slipped up the back of your shirt just to feel your bare skin on his fingertips, and the more you looked at him the more heart broken you became.
He hadn't done as much as spoken a single word, but you could tell the agony he was in. Nobody deserved the way the world had chewed him up and spit him out. The government constantly told him he wasn't enough, yet heavily relied on him to keep the country much less the entire world safe, then pointing fingers and calling him a criminal for protecting the people.
As much as you loved him and as much as it would pain you to see him go, the pain you'd feel could only be a fraction of how he felt on a daily basis being stuck in Greenwood.
Even amidst tender moments like these, he reminded you of a wild bird in a cage. You could feed him and care for him, sing and dance to make him happy, make his home as happy as could be, filling it with shiny little toys to keep him occupied, but as long as he wasn't soaring in the sky and living in his concrete jungle, he could never truly be happy.
Maybe the mere thought of the caged bird alone was sadder than you'd feel if you opened the cage door and watched it fly away. Walking by an empty cage every day would be disheartening, but knowing the bird was flying free and living its life to the fullest potential would make up for every ounce of sorrow.
Though you quite literally had no way of even opening that cage door in the first place, you knew you had to at least try to look for the keys. You had to try anything you could to make this better.
It seemed like the two of you were starting to fully realize that your borrowed time was running short, each second was spread out thinner and thinner.
So you got comfortable, and held him as if it could be the very last time. You made peace with saying goodbye to him as you matched your breathing, and hoped with your whole heart that he could rebuild the life he deserved as your heartbeats synced in rhythm.
Just when you thought the two of you couldn't get any closer, he tightened his grip once more.
"M'so happy you're here, sunflower" He mumbled, each syllable barely separating on his tongue and his voice was deeply raspy from what you assumed was exhaustion and crying.
"I'm sorry you had a rough night." You genuinely apologized. "You're safe here, honey.
He gently nodded in acknowledgment. If he had the words, he'd remind you that he always felt safe in your company. "So sleepy"
"Sleep as long as you need, I'll be right here."
He drifted off and finally got the proper rest his mind needed, thankful to be having sweet dreams this time. When he woke up again, you were still there just as promised. Just the sight of your cheek smooshed against his bare shoulder pulled a very real and very genuine smile out of him.
When he was ready, the two of you sat up and had a long conversation about what happened last night. You sat facing him, one leg crossed and the other thrown across his thighs. He could tell you listened intently as your eyes never stopped looking at his and your hand never stopped drawing hearts into his forearm.
As he explained how he felt, you could read between the lines of his words. He had a sudden panic attack, followed by a night of uncontrollable anxiety. The more he honed in on his emotions, the more your heart and values aligned.
"I feel crazy saying this," Steve paused with a sigh. "It feels like the world shifted last night when it all first started. It's like I already know what's going to happen."
"What do you think is going to happen?" You questioned, sliding your hand down his arm and piecing your fingers together.
"You know when really dark and scary clouds start to roll in and you can tell it's going to turn into a thunderstorm? The air feels different, you can feel the static in your joints?" He contextualized.
You nodded, encouraging him to continue.
"There's someone- something out there right now gearing up to do something bad. But worse than bad, catastrophic. This isn't going to end by me leaving Greenwood by choice, I think... a war is incoming. But not a small one, I'm talking the whole world"
You tried to remain calm and not let his words seep into your mind and create panic, you even tried to hide the fear on your face. "Why do you think that?"
"I sound insane." He shook his head in frustration. It was evident he thought your questions were patronizing but that really wasn't the case.
"No you don't, baby, I believe you." You reassured him. "I'm just really trying to understand what you're going through."
"Last night, when it all hit me it felt like a storm brewing. The air is different, I can feel it running through my body. I was having dreams all night about the tesseract, in each one it was completely destroyed and the stone inside of it would go missing in mysterious circumstances." He sucked in a shaky breath.
"Do you think it has to do with Loki?" Your thumb smoothed over the skin on the back of his hand.
"At first I thought so, but then I had dreams of Vision."
"Vision is the Ultron guy?" You asked, making sure you had all your facts straight. Trying to sort through all of these events as a civilian was far more confusing that Steve probably understood.
"Yeah, Tony and Bruce's Android. In each one he died and when I found him, there was always a hole ripped in his head where the mind stone is supposed to be." He continued explaining. "I don't think it's Loki or Vision or any single one us. It's something bigger, maybe from a whole different world."
"Is there anyway you can warn anybody else about this? Maybe talk to Sam or Nat to see if they've felt it too?"
"I've been wanting to talk to them, I've been missing them a lot recently." He agreed. "And I'm sorry, I'm really not trying to scare you. It's just that every time since taking on this role and I've felt like I needed to be doing more, I was right in some way or another. It's really difficult to feel stuck here when everything in my brain is screaming at me to do something."
"I know, Honey." You cooed. "I know you feel like you can't do anything to help the situation in the grand scale of things right now, but what if we start laying down the groundwork here?"
"Like what?"
"Make a plan. That's what you're best known for right?" You poked him right in the middle of his chest, a little grin on your face. "Let's figure out what your grand exit of Greenwood is going to look like, what I'm supposed to say to the neighbors and your landlord in your absence. You can try and get in contact with any of the Avengers willing to listen. Anything you can do right now to start untangling this whole situation right here from home."
"Are you sure you aren't Captain America?" Steve asked, cocking his head to the side. He already felt better as your suggestions rolled off your tongue. It was as if you took the reigns and placed them in his palms.
"I mean... no one has ever seen me in the same room as Captain America" You shrugged, raising an eyebrow.
Steve giggled and let out a sigh. He could still see some residual worry in your eyes. "You know that no matter what happens, I'll fight tirelessly to make sure you stay safe" he squeezed you hand.
"The scariest part about this for me is that I do believe you." You admitted. "I guess if this is the end of the world, there's no one better to be out there protecting us all than Steve Rogers."
"It's not the end of the world" Steve stressed. "I know a lot of people who would never let that happen."
"But just in case it is, I'll be your cheerleader until the very end." You grinned.
Steve reached up and delicately cupped your cheek, pulling you in for a long, sweet kiss.
"I could only hope I'll keep you as safe as you keep me." Steve spoke against your lips.
A few hours of couch snuggles later, you had to peel yourself away to go to work. Once the employees were gone and the doors were locked, Steve made his way back to the corner and drew more pictures for both you and him to keep for a rainy day when the future separation felt too grand.
This time while you typed away at the computer responding to inquiry emails, a piece of paper was slid onto the desk next to your keyboard.
It was of you and him this morning, a little 3 part cartoon. The first one was him sleeping with a sad pout on his face. The second was you getting under the blanket with him, a loving look on your face and an alert look on his. And the third was you two cuddled up together, both of your eyes closed with content smiles with little hearts coming out of his head.
The title at the top of the page; calm before the storm
Next Part: Doomsday
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Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies), Iron Man (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker Additional Tags: Baker Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Bucky Barnes Remembers, Bucky Barnes Feels, Established Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Eventual Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes & Peter Parker Friendship, Bucky has a YouTube Channel, Post-Civil War (Marvel), Post-Captain America: Civil War (Movie), Not Avengers: Infinity War Part 1 (Movie) Compliant, Fix-It of Sorts, Bucky Barnes and Healthy Coping Mechanisms, Bucky Barnes and the 21st Century Summary:
Bucky Barnes is a stress-baker. He can't help it; he's always had a sweet tooth. So when Peter Parker decides to introduce him to the world of YouTube and video tutorials, Bucky takes the opportunity to let the world in on the biggest secret of the 21st century: the way that Steve Rogers really was back in the day.
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closed starter || @chemicallyxdefective
London.
Not his first pick for a vacation spot, but, well, when the majority of the world's governments are hunting you down to arrest you for the crime of killing a certain star-spangled icon... you don't really get to pick where you end up.
Hiding Mark 46 in an abandoned warehouse near docks bordering the Thames, Tony zipped up his jacket and pulled its hood over the top of his baseball cap. He kept his sunglasses off—more people recognized him with them on.
It was goddamn below freezing and closing in on midnight, but at the very least it wasn't raining as he made his way further inside the city. Tony hopped onto a bus and paid in cash before taking a seat, keeping his head low as his eyes locked onto news headlines on his phone.
TONY STARK STILL AT LARGE: LAST SEEN FLEEING AVENGERS TOWER STEVE ROGERS' MEMORIAL SET FOR THE 27TH
His jaw clenched and he pocketed his phone again, standing up as the bus rolled to a stop minutes later. Disembarking back onto the cold streets, snow began to trickle down from heavy grey clouds as he travelled a few more blocks to his destination.
221B Baker Street.
Well, time to see if those rumors were still true after all these years. Tony pressed the buzzer next to the door and waited.
#[ thread. a study in hubris ]#[ era. a cold siberian day ]#chemicallyxdefective#// tossed up the idea of having Tony sneaking into 221B but I thought an easy start would be better LMAO
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FIC REC WEEK 26 – ROM-COM
Sugar on Top by FestiveFerret
Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: M Words: 17,732 Tags: No Powers AU, Baker Steve, Meet-Cute
Summary: When Tony's relationship turns out to be a recipe for disaster, a chance encounter with a Brooklyn baker serves up something sweet.
Reasons why I love it: Everything about this fic just makes me so happy. It's fluffy and soft and everything I need when I'm having a not-so-good day. Tony and Steve are both so lovely, and the way they deal with their long-distance relationship just makes me really happy. They truly deserve each other. If you like romance and schmoop, this fic is definitely a must-read!
The Three-Date Opportunity by Annie D (scaramouche)
Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 18,308 Tags: Getting Together, Unrequited to Requited, Avengers Tower
Summary: Tony gets three dates to win over a skeptical Steve. Three, no more and no less.
Reasons why I love it: The whole premise of this fic is already so much fun. It really feels like this could be the plot of a romantic comedy. Tony's masterplan for flirting with Steve is really adorable, and I love the way it all gets flipped on its head towards the end of the fic. It's wonderful, and if you haven't read this one yet, I hope you give it a shot!
Double Exposure by shetlandowl
Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 25,868 Tags: Actor AU, Friends to Lovers, Pining Steve
Summary: After a brief stint in the third installment of the Captain America franchise, Tony Stark was brought back to reprise his role as Iron Man in the fourth Captain America movie, Avengers Assemble. Tony had spent most of his twenties becoming a household name as a rising star in Mexican telenovelas, and Avengers Assemble is his breakout role on the big screen – and, more importantly, his introduction to the mainstream US audience. Even after the movie is completed, Steve and Tony’s friendship remains a source of support that they instinctively rely on for encouragement and guidance. Tony’s fearless approach helps Steve break out of his comfort zone, and Steve’s solid grounding helps Tony focus on what matters. This promotional tour is a new experience for Tony, but with Steve’s help, his learning curve isn’t so steep. Steve’s learning curve, on the other hand, is life changing.
Reasons why I love it: Steve's internal struggle with figuring out his feelings for Tony is so good! And oh my god, the puppy interview is the cutest thing ever. In general, the interviews and show excerpts are super fun to see, I love the non-linear storytelling format. And the moment that they finally get together is absolutely perfect. This fic is wonderful, and you should definitely read it!
#marvel#fanfic#stony#a year in fanfic recs#fic rec#fanfic rec#fanfiction recommendation#romcom#rom com
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“do you think about me when you touch yourself?” for tony? reader asking him 🫣
Thousand Miles Away
PAIRING || Boyfriend!Baker!Tony Stark x Girlfriend!Fem!Reader
WORDCOUNT || ~ 950 words
SUMMARY || Tony is spending the night alone in a hotel room when he's away for a bakers convention, so he decides to FaceTime you to get some much-needed relief.
RATING || Explicit (E)
TAGS || Canon divergence. Everyone lives AU. Bakery AU. Age gap. Reference pregnancy. Established relationship. Explicit sexual content.
SMUT || Dirty talk. Daddy kink. Phone sex. Male & Female Masturbation. Mutual masturbation. Handjob.
A/N || This is written for my Summer of Drabbles, and takes place during the events of A bun in the oven | Part 1. Both stories can be read as a standalone. I want to thank my bestie @ccbsrmsf1 for proofreading this story; your reactions were amazing! I love you 🤍
Photo: Source || All other graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin
Main Masterlist || Tony Stark || Baker!Tony Stark || Summer of Drabbles
It's been a long day at the baker's convention for Tony as he settles into his bed. The outlook over Miami is a sight he will never forget as he gets comfortable. He grabs his phone to look at the time, and the photo of you, Tony, and your cat named Oliver shines back at him, giant smiles adorning your faces underneath the large numbers.
It's just past 10 PM, and he's debating what to do - go to sleep or see if you're still awake. Ultimately, he decides to go for it, his finger pressing the FaceTime button with your contact. After a few rings, he's greeted by your beautiful smile, his heart beating faster at the sight.
"Hi, Tony!" you say enthusiastically as you see your boyfriend's tired but handsome face.
"Hi, Peach. How're things going there?" Tony asks, and you tell him about your day and how things are going at the bakery. As you're about to talk about something else, Oliver comes over to say hello.
"Look who's here! Our Little Devil wanted to say hi to his Daddy!" you say as you show Oliver crawling onto your lap. Tony chuckles while Oliver meows softly.
"Are you taking good care of your Mommy when I'm not there, Buddy?" Tony asks, and Oliver responds with another meow and some purring, his paw batting at the screen where he sees Tony.
"He's taking excellent care of me," you tell your boyfriend, who hums appreciatively. You and Tony moved in less than a week ago, but he already had to leave town to go to the convention, and he has been missing you like crazy. And now is no different, except that he's feeling a little needy, too.
"I was thinking..." he says after you have told all your stories, and you raise a brow in interest.
"How about we have some fun over the phone? I've been achingly hard ever since you picked up the phone while wearing nothing but my t-shirt, and I've been missing you like crazy," he says, adjusting himself in his underwear as he does. You agree, and not long after, you're settled in your shared bed, completely bare as you're playing with your nipples, giving Tony a little show. His hand is wrapped around his cock, soft groans tumbling from his lips as he works himself up and down slowly.
"Looks so sexy for me, Peach. Can't get enough of you playing with yourself," he says, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine as a moan leaves from deep within your chest.
"Yeah? Do you think about me when you touch yourself?" you ask your boyfriend, and his response is instant.
"Always. You're on my mind 24/7, Peach. Each time I have a second to think, you're invading my thoughts. The way your nipples pebble so beautifully when I lave over them with my tongue, or how your back arches as I play with your sensitive little clit," he tells you, the grip on his cock tightening ever so slightly.
"But my favorite sight is when I've got my cock so fucking deep inside your tight, needy little pussy that you're nothing more than a babbling, moaning mess for me. When all you can say is Daddy, and you're nothing more than a fucktoy for me to use.”
As Tony tells you his fantasies, you slowly work your fingers in and out of your now dripping pussy, the squelching sound being music to your boyfriend's ears.
"Show me how wet you are; let Daddy see you play with yourself," he orders, and you do as he asks. The second your dripping, stretched pussy shows on Tony's screen, he hums appreciatively as he squeezes himself at the base of his cock, pleasure flowing through his entire body.
"C-close, Daddy! Wanna cum," you tell him, your fingers keeping the same rhythm as Tony takes his fill, his orgasm also on the edge.
"Get your fingers on that little clit of yours, Peach - make yourself cum on those fingers." As he looks at you playing with yourself, he changes his camera angle to show his thick, leaking cock as well, showing you what you're doing to him. With a shout of his name, you cum on your fingers, and even though it's not as great as when Tony does it, it's still a lot better now that you're talking to him over the phone, and you work yourself through it as you're entranced by the way your boyfriend jerks himself at the sight of your orgasm.
"I miss it, Daddy; I want to wrap my lips around your cock and taste your cum," you say with a pout, but your words are precisely what he needs to push himself over the edge; a loud groan of your name following the release he's feeling in his body.
"God, I can't wait until I'm home, Peach. 'M gonna stuff you with my cock for the entire day and night when I'm there, filling you up until you're leaking with my cum," he tells you.
"Hmmm, I can't wait until you're home again, Tony," you say sleepily, and he returns the sentiment. After you two say your last I love you and goodbyes, you both sleep, dreaming about the other, and Tony makes true to his promise after walking in the door. He damn near throws you over his shoulder before you're on the bed, and without wasting a single second, he fucks you within an inch of your life as if it's the last time he'll ever get to fuck you full of his cum. But you're happy to give him the welcome home he deserves.
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Marvel Masterlist
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Steve Rogers
Delusional Steve
Pregnant S/o
Single Parent S/o
Headcannons
Tony Stark vs Steve Rogers
Bucky Barnes vs Steve Rogers
Touchy with friends S/o
How Steve spoils S/o
Amnesiac S/o
Nuclear Apocalypse
Killer Steve
Werewolf Steve
Avenger S/o
Rebellious S/o
Steve finding S/o after running away with another man
Hearing S/o sing
S/os friend helping them Escape
Trying to break up with him
S/o goes missing
Steve protecting Villain S/o
Famous S/o
Delusional 50s Fantasy
Clinging onto S/o who doesn’t like being touched
Hospitalized S/o
S/o Framed into Execution
Living in the 40s with S/o
S/o who can die from pregnancy
Bucky/Steve sharing S/o
S/o who is already dating
Insecure S/o
Professor Steve dating College student S/o
necromancer S/o
Haunted House w/ Steve and Bucky
Werewolf Vampire Hybrid Steve
Alien S/o hiding parts of themselves
Ghost Steve communicating through Ouija Board
Figuring out S/os a Lizard human hybrid
S/o suffering from constant headaches
Someone attempting to drug S/o
Model S/o
At a BLM Protest
House spouse S/o
Easily scared S/o who loves horror movies
Doing his makeup when hes asleep
Platonic relationship with his daughter
S/o spending more time with bucky and sam
Magical girl hero S/o
S/o being on team Iron man during civil war
Bucky Barnes
Headcannons
Winning you over
Bucky Barnes vs Natasha Romanoff
S/o that loves their Stalker
Bucky Barnes vs Steve Rogers
Winter Solider Falling for a Civilian
Gore + Torture TW
Hunted Down
Trick or Treating w/ Bucky
Perusing Dating after Hydra
S/o who is affectionate towards friends
Bucky as a Parent
Prioritizing your child over him
Bucky being in college while S/os still in HS
Bucky w/ Daughter, platonic
S/o w/ cystic fibrosis
S/o who is scared of Bucky
Shoving Buckys head into your chest when angry
King Bucky
Soulmate AU
Crush with a shit boyfriend
S/o that loves pampering Bucky
Running away cause Someone broke in
Running away to the Police
Steve/Bucky sharing S/o
Recently freed Bucky taking refuge with you
Cuddlebug S/o
Pro baker S/o
kpop fan Dancer S/o
Halloween Date
Yandere Letter
Haunted House w/ Steve and Bucky
Shy S/o
Werewolf S/o
Witch S/o accidentally turning herself into a cat
Oblivious S/o
Darlings scared of bugs
Petite S/o
Artistic s/o
Getting a handmade blanket from S/o
S/o insecure about their high pitched voice
S/o whos always tired
Treating his wounds
Torture
Touch starved S/o that doesnt know how to show affection
S/o drools in their sleep
Air head S/o
Darling who enjoys being taken care of
S/o whos kidnapped by random people
Fluff Headcannons
“it feels like home when im with you”
S/o who was verbally abused as a kid, made to believe youll never be loved
Darling who has shit friends
Hydra S/o who tries to brainwash him again
S/o who jokes around when nervous
S/o that likes to be carried by his metal arm
S/o with a regular prosthetic arm
S/o got injured trying to escape
General protective HC
Stephen Strange
Using his powers to get his S/o
Chasing S/o down
Insecure S/o
Single Parent S/o
Apprentice S/o
Jealous of his Cloak
Using his powers on his Dead S/o
Kidnapping S/o
Yandere Cloak
“Be good for me this time. I don’t want to see you cry again.”
Jealous
Patient S/o
Tony Stark vs Stephen Strange
Taking their S/o away from their abusive family
S/o with a flat chest
Red string of fate AU
S/o with PTSD
Oblivious S/o
Apprentice S/o getting hurt
Poly Naga Stephen + Tony
Cannibal S/o
Accident Prone S/o
Comforting Anxious S/o
Watching S/o sleep
S/o getting hurt during a city attack
Healer S/o distrusting him cause they think hes using them
S/o favoring his cape as a coping mechanism
Asexual S/o
Darling with narcolepsy and chronic pain
S/o is as good and talented as him
Sneaking out only to come back with puppies
S/o who has bad anxiety attacks
Using his cape to find S/o who sleeps in odd places
Chaotic s/o
Quiet s/o playing ACNH
S/os first time seeing snow
S/o whose ok with being kidnapped as long as they can go to amusement parks
Kidnapped S/o keeps passing out due to fear
S/o wanting to dance in the rain
S/o has the power to teleport
Demon S/o
Thor Odison
Headcannons
NS FW headcannons
Loki vs Thor
Loki vs Thor Preference
Stronger than Thor thinks S/o
Teaching Thor about Halloween
Finding Puppies
Loki Odison
Headcannons
Loki vs Thor
Loki vs Thor Preference
S/o in arranged marriage
Using a Love Potion on his S/o
Naga Loki
Affectionate S/o
Teasing his S/o
Valentines Day
S/o who can sing
Insecure S/o who keeps rejecting him
S/os Suicide TW
Brutally taking his Soul mate
Supportive S/o
Harassed S/o
Possessive S/o
Liking his Hair touched by S/o
Halloween Date
Someone cat calling his Darling
Drunk S/o
Asexual s/o
S/o whos best friends with Tony
Depressed S/o
Magica girl S/o
Vampire loki hunting down a s/o whos having fun with it
Platonic yandere HC
T’Challa
Headcannons
T’challa Vs Erik
S/o getting Married to someone else after he gets Snapped
Tony Stark
Headcannons
“I sent you more gifts! do you like them?!
NS FW headcannons
Sugar Daddy
S/o getting attention to the constant attention he attracts
Tony Stark vs Steve Rogers
Cold in Public yet Cuddly in Private
Pushover S/o
Tsundere S/o
Jealous of the amount of attention Steves giving S/o
The Purge
Plus size Lingerie model S/o
“How else would they know you belonged to me?”
“its like you were made for me”
S/o who doesnt mind his Yandere tendencies
Jealous Tony
Finding a kitten
Shy/Book-wormy S/o
Valentines Day
Stephen Strange vs Tony Stark
S/os first relationship
Nerdy S/o
Poor yet incredibly Sweet S/o
S/o not wanting anything to do with Tony
Touchy S/o Hiding behind him
Zombie Apocalypse
Sugar Daddy to a Male College student S/o
Single Parent S/o
Learning S/o has Terminal Heart Cancer
S/o with a Prosthetic Leg
Cute S/o that listens to Death Metal
Drawing Tony in a maid outfit
Blind S/o
Vampire S/o
S/o who shuts down after kidnapping
Yandere S/o protecting their Love interest
Punishing S/o who tried to escape
Artist S/o
S/o who can see ghosts
Suicidal S/o TW
“Hey demons its ya boy”
Making Halloween costumes
Poly Naga Stephen+Tony
Tonys Type
Hunted Down
S/o having a delayed reaction to being Kidnapped
Injured S/o
S/o being hit on by Quentin Beck
Cyber stalking
S/os in the military
Crush thinking his Flirts are only jokes
Losing S/o to the Snap
Comforting S/o after a bad day
Strong Kick ass S/o
Not knowing S/o immortal, watching them get stabbed
S/o loving DIY stuff
Finding out S/o been begging to Jarvis to help them escape
S/o secretly making robo stuff
S/o having inhuman strength
terrorist S/o
S/o calling ptsd “spicy nostalgia”
Tonys s/o phasing through security after being kidnapped
Life Threatening Situation
Male S/o is a single parent
Modest S/o wont let him spoil them
S/o in a depressive episode
What kind of gifts does he buy his darling
How he shows affection
dealing with competing suitors
Proposal HC
Vampire Tony Hunted down
Incubus Tony
Assassin S/o
Natasha Romanoff
Headcannons
Dealing with competition
Wanda vs Natasha
Bucky vs Natasha
S/o whos not into girls
Hunted Down
S/o Disobeying
Avenger S/o
Choosing S/os Clothes
Shy s/o
Wanda Maximoff
Wanda vs Natasha
Headcannons
Bisexual S/o
Vampire Wanda
ADHD & Autistic S/o
Okoye
Headcannons
S/o who runs away
Nick Fury
Headcannons
Shy and Quiet S/o
Bruce Banner
Being able to control his emotions
Headcannons
Hela Odison
Headcannons
Carol Danvers-
headcannons
Powerful S/o
Single parent s/o
Oblivious S/o
Oblivious S/o is getting flirted with
Vision
Hunted down
Doc Oc
Parental/Platonic HC
Steve Rodgers
NS FW HC
Cockwarming
Vocal Steve
Turned on during a mission
College Virgin S/o slightly
Breeding HC
Femdom
Bucky Barnes
Stealing S/os underwear
Another Underwear Stealing
NS FW alphabet
NS FW Headcannons
Sexually frustrated Bucky
Getting Caught
Dominate Bucky
Sitting on his face
Stephen Strange
NS FW headcannons
Thor
Werewolf Thors Heat
Loki
NS FW headcannons
NS FW alphabet
Orgasm denial + Aphrodisiac
Tony Stark
NS FW Alphabet
S/o has a high Sex Drive
S/os First Time
Corruption
NON-CON Bdsm TW
Submissive tony
Natasha
“You’re such a pretty little thing tied up like that”
NS FW headcannons
Wanda
NS FW headcannons
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Jim Rhodes (a.k.a Rhodey or War Machine) is in prison because he is framed for murder of the Stark Sentinel manufacturing plan supervisor. Actually the murder was set up by Feilong who makes his move in getting Tony's allies out of the way. Rhodey gets a call from Tony Stark when he feels the danger of being surrounded by the inmates who are out to kill him. Fortunately, Rhodey is protected by Sandman and Living Laser the supervillains who save him from getting shanked. It turns out that Tony Stark made a deal with Kingpin the new White King of Hellfire Club to protect Jim Rhodes in prison. Since Kingpin is an ally of mutants (for being a husband of Typhoid Mary the mutant) and Emma Frost (who is disguised as Tony's bespectacled assistant), he arranged for Rhodey to be declared as being under his protection by hiring a few supervillains like Sandman and Living Laser. Also, it seems that the corrupt prison guard/warden is working for Feilong to make things difficult for Rhodey.
The Invincible Iron Man v5 #10, 2023
#War Machine#Jim Rhodes#rhodey#james rhodes#Iron Man#Tony Stark#anthony stark#Avengers#the avengers#Sandman#Flint Marko#william baker#Living Laser#Arthur Parks#Kingpin#Wilson Fisk#Feilong#Kelvin Heng#Hazel Kendal#Emma Frost#marvel
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Peter: Mr. Stark, you should be a baker!
Tony, raises a brow: because I got nice buns?
Peter: No, because I'd really like your creampie.
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CLOSED! Preliminary Hot Vintage TV Men List
Alright folks! We have one week left on submissions for the Hot Vintage TV Men's Bracket! As promised here is a list of all the Hot Vintage TV Men who have been submitted and passed our preliminary eligibility checks. There are a handful of guys on this list and one or two not on it that we are currently still debating on so reminder that this list is not final and subject to change.
Currently we have 231 Hot Vintage TV Men!
Also in advance of the competition I'd like to remind anyone submitting propaganda for someone that starred in a show that aired only partially during our timeframe or was under 18 for a part of a shows filming, to please make sure you are only submitting propaganda that is from within our timeframe and when the actor was 18 years or older. This is also just good to keep in mind in general as several people submitted actors for shows that aren't eligible for our tournament either because it was outside our time period or in one case the actor was underaged for the entirety of the show (though many were eligible for other shows they were submitted for). We do our best to screen for these things but sometimes it's hard to tell or it’s a show we don't personally know well enough so we appreciate help from y'all letting us know if you do catch anything.
List below the cut
Preliminary Hot Vintage TV Men List
Dick Van Dyke
Alan Alda
Hugh Laurie
Peter Falk
Adam West
Donnie Wahlberg
Kevin McDonald
Scott Thompson
David Duchovny
Henry Winkler
Leonard Nimoy
Scott Bakula
James Garner
Tom Selleck
Dave Foley
John Astin
Joe Lando
Patrick Troughton
William Shatner
DeForest Kelley
Michael Ontkean
Russell Johnson
Kyle MacLachlan
Bruce McCulloch
William Hopper
George Clooney
Jeffrey Combs
Michael Horse
Mark McKinney
Jensen Ackles
Alejandro Rey
Mitch Pileggi
David Cassidy
Jeremy Brett
Anthony Head
George Takei
David Selby
Rod Serling
Paul Gross
Desi Arnaz
Tom Baker
Richard Dean Anderson
David Keith McCallum
Richard Chamberlain
Charles Shaughnessy
David James Elliot
Vincent Van Patten
Darren E. Burrows
David Hyde Pierce
Randolph Mantooth
Ricardo Montalban
Gene Anthony Ray
William Hartnell
Patrick McGoohan
René Auberjonois
Alexander Siddig
Reece Shearsmith
Michael T. Weiss
William Shockley
Spencer Rochfort
Danny John-Jules
David Hasselhoff
Conner Trinneer
Patrick Stewart
Jonathan Frakes
Paolo Montalban
Scott Patterson
Armin Shimerman
Anthony Andrews
David Schwimmer
Blair Underwood
Sylvester McCoy
Andrew Robinson
Pierce Brosnan
Thorsten Kaye
Anthony Starke
Darren McGavin
Clint Eastwood
Joseph Marcell
Michael Vartan
Richard Ayoade
George Maharis
Michael J. Fox
Dwayne Hickman
John de Lancie
Andre Braugher
Robert Carlyle
Dean Stockwell
Matthew Perry
Robert Fuller
Michael Hurst
Dana Ashbrook
Jonathan Frid
Dirk Benedict
Martin Milner
Demond Wilson
Robert Conrad
Telly Savalas
Peter Davison
Michael Praed
Jason Bateman
David Tennant
Brian Blessed
Miguel Ferrer
Micky Dolenz
Wayne Rogers
Mike Farrell
Michael Dorn
Cesar Romero
Eddie Albert
Nate Richert
Nicholas Lea
Brent Spiner
Dick Gautier
John Corbett
Jeremy Irons
David Suchet
Raymond Burr
LeVar Burton
David Wenham
Clint Walker
Larry Hagman
John Goodman
Matt LeBlanc
Tom Smothers
Erik Estrada
Jeremy Sisto
Colm Meaney
Stephen Fry
Ted Bessell
Ron Perlman
Luke Halpin
Ted Cassidy
Kevin Sorbo
John Cleese
Colin Firth
Colin Baker
Fred Rogers
Ben Browder
Keir Dullea
Randy Boone
Kent McCord
Jimmy Smits
Mark Lenard
Jon Pertwee
Fred Grandy
Mark Hamill
Ted Danson
Adam Brody
Noah Wiley
Eric Close
Lee Majors
Jamie Farr
Tony Danza
Kabir Bedi
Seth Green
Rik Mayall
Hal Linden
Diego Luna
Peter Tork
Sean Bean
Sam Neill
Eric Idle
Ted Lange
John Shea
Ron Glass
Tony Dow
Mr. T
John Hurt
Avery Brooks
Billy Dee Williams
James Marsters
Robert Vaughn
Kevin Smith
Davy Jones
Luke Perry
Robert Duncan McNeill
Simon MacCorkindale
Keith Hamilton Cobb
Chad Michael Murray
James Earl Jones
Bruce Boxleitner
Timothy Olyphant
Andreas Katsulas
Valentine Pelka
Peter Wingfield
Sebastian Cabot
Michael Nesmith
Timothy Dalton
Michael Shanks
Joshua Jackson
Michael O’Hare
Robert Beltran
Simon Williams
Paul Johannson
Daniel Dae Kim
David Boreanaz
Boris Karloff
Robert Wagner
Brandon Quinn
Walter Koenig
Richard Hatch
Christian Kane
Francis Capra
Nathan Fillion
John Forsythe
Patrick Duffy
Tony Shalhoub
Ioan Gruffudd
Garrett Wang
Joe Flanigan
Rider Strong
Michael Tylo
Bruce Willis
Skeet Ulrich
Jeff Conaway
Paul McGann
Scott Cohen
Mario Lopez
Martin Kove
John Stamos
Judd Hirsch
Johnny Depp
Tom Welling
Matt Bomer
Grant show
David Soul
Bob Crane
Tim Russ
Rob Lowe
Neil Patrick Harris
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Cool Rider Barber Shop & Hair Salon Masterlist
A series of stories based around a Grease-themed barber shop and hair salon. All employees of the shop/salon use the names of characters from both Grease and Grease 2. The whole shop is done up in a Grease theme with T-Bird chairs for the barber shop side and Pink Ladies chairs on the salon side.
A Dream on a Mean Machine (Bucky Barnes x Reader)
Summary: Bucky's going on his first date since being freed from Hydra's control. What better way to start off on the right foot than getting his hair cut and a shave? He'll even meet the owner of the shop/salon named Stephanie Zinone.
Part One
Tag List: @buckys-metal-arm
You're the One That I Want (Steve Rogers x Reader)
Summary: Steve's been coming to the shop ever since he met the famous Stephanie on that fateful day during the Attack on New York. She's been promising him he'll eventually find the right one for him. One day, he comes into the shop/salon and meets her newest hire: Sandy Olsson.
Story coming soon.
Tag List:
Was It Love at First Sight? (Dennis Baker x Reader)
Dennis Baker has shed his past life with his wretched ex. Now, he's starting anew as a new employee at Stark Industries. However, when Tony gets a look at his sad attire, Dennis is dragged to the Cool Rider Barber Shop for a makeover. There, he meets cutest colorist who loves his shirt: Frenchy Facciano.
Story coming soon.
Tag List:
Met a Boy as Cute as Can Be (Jake Jensen x Reader)
Jake's been a pen pal with a woman calling herself Marty Maraschino for a few years now. When he's visiting New York with his niece on a school field trip, he stumbles across the Cool Rider Barber Shop and Hair Salon during some downtime. He's more than a little surprised to find himself face to face with the cute receptionist, the very same woman he's been exchanging letters and emails. He can only hope he can live up to what she's envisioned of him.
Story coming soon.
Tag List:
Bonus Content
Cool Rider's Employee List
*****
Main Masterlist
Series Tag List: @hisredheadedgoddess28
#bucky barnes#bucky barnes x reader#steve rogers#steve rogers x reader#dennis baker#dennis baker x reader#grease au#grease 2 au#mcu#marvel#jake jensen#jake jensen x reader
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Murder Mystery AU
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Doctor Strange (Movies) Relationship: Tony Stark/Stephen Strange Characters: Tony Stark, Stephen Strange, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Clint Barton Additional Tags: 5 Sentence Fiction, Alternate Universe - Murder Mystery, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Dueling Sherlock Holmes, Sherlock Holmes References, BBC Sherlock References, References to Clue | Cluedo, Established Relationship, Friendship, Humor Language: English Series: Part 25 of 5 Sentence Prompts Published: 2024-07-17 Words:451 Chapters: 1/1
Summary:
Two of the sharpest detectives are on the job, working through the clues to solve the latest murder. Tony and Stephen are rarely ever bested…when the game is afoot.
Notes:
From AUgust 100 AU Prompts.
@scottxlogan #57 Murder Mystery AU (Scottxlogan; No chosen pair)
Title from The Sign of the Four, ch. 8 (1890), Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
#5 Sentence Fiction#Tony Stark#Stephen Strange#Ironstrange#Tony x Stephen#Sherlock References#BBC Sherlock References#Dueling Sherlocks#Clue References#College AU#Murder Mystery AU#No Powers AU#fanfiction#fanfic#my fanfic#Moodboard#my moodboards
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🎄🩺Grey's Anatomy Christmas Special🩺🎄
Christmas Cookies (Mark Sloan)
Paring: Mark Sloan X Shepard!Reader.
Summary: you promised your friends and coworkers you'd make your famous Christmas cookies. Mark decids if he's gonna help you or not.
A/N: way back in my early years of writing this was a Tony stark imagine so it being Christmas time now I decided to fix it up a bit and change the character. Let me know if you guys want to see a Derek version or just something Christmas themed with him.
Greys MasterList
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As a doctor you don't get to too much time off, Especially around the holidays. You got people falling of ladders while putting lights up. Car crashs due to ice, and so on. To put it delcetly I was surprised I got the day of this close to Christmas, but I wasn't complaining. But what was I doing on my day off you may ask? I wasn't relaxing like a normal person, I was making cookies...
I guess I can't complain, I love baking and I did promise my closest friends I'd make some for the up coming Christmas party. I kinda became everyone's go-to chef or baker. Half of us doctors never bothered to cook or learn due to lack of time or energy. I on the other hand knew just about everything evolving a kitchen.
I was already done with a batch of gingerbread cookies Jackson asked for. They were decorated like doctors because I thought it'd be funny. Anyway, I mistakenly left them unsupervised as I started a new batch. I stopped for a second to turn on my Playlist when I heard a crunch. I sighed and turned around.
Two gingerbread cookies were now missing. “really?” I asked with a slight smile.
Mark stopped mid chew and and just shrugged with a smile. I rolled my eyes and chuckled a bit. “you know those are for the Christmas party.”
“and they are delicious” he confirmed dusting the crumbs of his hands. I rolled my eyes and smiled.
“well if your gonna be in here and bother me you might as well help” I told him setting a bowl of dough in front of him.
“technically I was helping. I was tast testing” he said standing up and wrapping his arms around me from behind. I playfully sighed and turned around in his arms pushing him. He walked backwards and too a seat on a stool that was next to the counter I was working at.
“how about actually helping or you can leave the kitchen" I told him. He jumped off the stool and stood in front of me with his arms crossed. “technically this is Derek's kitchen. You can't kick me out of something that isn't yours baby” he smirked.
He's technically right. I do live at my Brother's house and I have yet to move out. But Mark doesn't have to be right all the time. I turned around and pointed a wooden spoon at him. “watch me Sloan”
He smirked and looked down at me with his arms crossed. He was probably about 6 inches taller than me give or take. So the thought of someone as small as me taking him probably humored the hell out of him.
He raised is eyebrows and tilted his head like he was waiting for my move. After a minute long stair down I just rolled my eyes and went back to the cut-out dough on the sheet that set on the counter. As I continued to decorate the cookies I felt mark's eyes on me as he leaned against the counter. He probably had one of his smug grins on his face.
As I moved to the sink to rinse my hands I felf a pair of arms snake around my waist. Mark huged my body to his chest as his chin rested on my shoulder.
“mark, what are you doing?” I asked as I felt him start leaving kisses down my neck.
All I got was a muffled response as he buried his face in the crok of my neck. “you smell good... Like cookies” he responded seductively.
I roll my eyes and smiled. “alright Mark” I loosen his grip and turn around to face him. He smirked and braces his hands on the counter behind me, trapping me in between he and the counter.
“Why don't you take a break and hang out with me” he smirks. I sighed and turned my back towards him.
“come on, Mark I have to get these done” Mark rolled his eyes as I proceed to work.
Mark crossed his arms and continued to talk. “you know, my Flurting work on most women. I enchanted them even”
I let out an airy chuckle. “most women didn't get the chance to see what a pain in the neck you are” I said playfully. I turned around and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek to emphasize I was joking.
I let out a laugh but it was cut short when a questionable but sly smile plastered acrossed Mark's face. I slowly backed up as Mark looked over to the counter. He slowly dips his hands in the bag of flower getting a fist full of the white powder.
I quickly backed up giving him a stern look. “Mark don't even think about it”
Mark's smile only got bigger as he moved closer to me. I had now where to go as he backed me up against the counter.
“Mark Everett Sloan I Swear to-” my scolding was cut short as Mark flicked flower all over my face and shirt. I slightly laughed as I wiped my face clean.
“now what were you gonna do?” he smirked. My eyes fell to the bag of flower and I quickly went for it. Mark chuckled and quickly grabbed it before I could grab it.
I quickly graped it out of his hands and flung flower at him covering his black shirt. Soon the both of us were covered in flower and sprinkles.
He went to chace after me and he did successfully but he didn't realize a gaved an egg as he lifted me off the ground. As I went in the air I cracked in his light brown hair.
He let out a monatone scream and put me down. I laughed as I tried to make a run for it. Mark cought up and backs me up and trapped my body between his body and the fridge. I put my hands in surrender only for Mark to grabe them and hold them out of the way.
“Okay I surrender! I give up! You win” I giggled. “please no more just let me go”
He chuckled and let go of my wrists then placed his hands on the the fridge on both sides of my body caging me in.
“what do I get out of it?” he smirked.
I smiled and placed my hands on his muscular chest. “how about a kiss and we'll call it even?”
He didn't have to be asked twice. He roughly pressed his lips to mine kissing me passionately. I wrapped arms around his neck closing the gap.
As he was distracted by the kiss I moved my hand to the corner grabbing what was left of the flower. I felt His lips about travail down my neck but he stopped when I slapped a hand full of flower in his brown hair.
He backed away with annoyed look but also had a smirk spread across his face. “now your really gonna get it” I quickly slithered around him and started to run towards the living room but Mark grabbed my arm and pulled me back. I bumpped into his chest and he picked me up pulling me away from anything else I could cover him with.
Just then Derek walked in with Meredith, Zola, and Amilea. We both stopped suddenly at the sight of my family. I blushed as Derek eyes went wide at the mess while Amilea and Meredith tried to hold back there laughter.
“I looks like the pillsbury Doughboy coded in here” Amilea said grabbing a cookie shaped like a raindeer and gave half of it to Zola.
“so... How's the baking going?” Merdith asked with a sly smile. I pushed Mark away and wiped my hands off on the back of Mark's shirt.
“it's going” I said. Derek continued to look around his kitchen and sighed. “What the hell did you guys do?”
“baked...?” Mark said with a hint of half-assed guilt. Derek rolled his eyes and turned to me.
“you know your cleaning this up right?” he said using a voice he used to use on me and Amilea.
I scoffed and pointed to my boyfriend. “Mark started it! He trashed the kitchen” Meredith chuckled and went up stairs with Zola as Derek rubbed his face in frustration.
“I don't care who started it, please just clean it up” he said walking towards the living room. “sorry bro!” I shouted as he left.
When my brother was out of sight me and Mark bursted out laughing. As Mark continued to laugh I grabbed a wet towel and threw it at him.
“your helping me clean this up” I told him.
He calmed himself down and started cleaning the counter. “yes ma'am”
#mark sloan x reader#Mark Sloan imagines#Mark Sloan#McSteemy#greys anatomy x reader#Greys anatomy imagines#eric dane#Derek shepherd x reader#Mark Sloan fluff#Greys#Meredith Gray#derek shepherd imagines#callie torres x reader#owen hunt x reader
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