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plscallmeeren · 2 years ago

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DON‘T MIND THAT

Darcy Lewis x Reader

Request: Yep :) and it makes me very happy

Summary: you work as an on-the-field medic for the Avengers and are dating Darcy Lewis (your girlfriend of four years, lucky you) and realise that her combat skills could use some serious improvement. Training turns out to be more fun than expected

Warnings: Swearing; insinuations of sex; some touching and almost sexy stuff I guess; violence (not heavily depicted or anything)

Word Count: 3.1K+

Darcy cackled at a line Sheldon had pulled, not letting the smile slip from your face seeing her so happy.

With one more 'bazinga' the scene came to a close and Leonard and Penny were making out in his bed.

You looked down at Darcy who was sitting in between your legs, slowly munching on a musli bar, clad in only a lacy bralette and panties due to the fact that you had only recently woken up.

"That doesn't look too bad, does it, love?" you grinned, moving your thumbs in circles where your hands lay on her tummy.

"Mhm, no... 'M not satiated yet from last night," she teased, her words growing more clear as she spoke. She rolled around so that her cleavage hung around your groin and she could look up at you through those damned lashes.

"Yeah? You looked pretty tired when I was finished with you, I'd say," you smirked, your hands moving to grip her ass, encouraging her legs towards you as she placed a gentle kiss against you boxers.

"Ten minutes until take-off. New location discovered. Please meet at Quinjet in bay 16-A," came the annoying, annoying, annoying, annoying voice of JARVIS.

"Fuuuck," you groaned, throwing your head back and hissing when it hit the headboard.

"You want me to kiss it better?" Darcy offered, sitting a little more upright but not making the view any less inviting - or, for that matter, teasing.

"I'm gonna need lots of kissing better when I get back, yeah?" She kissed your forehead adorably in the meantime.

You quickly stood up, dragging the leather suit out of your closet and hurriedly changing into it while JARVIS opened the slot behind your mirror to present the armour-ish part of your suit.

"Hey, I know this sounds totally crazy, but- Could I come with you? Just to try it out. If it doesn't work, that's fine by me. I can offer some insight into which paperwork might be important, too, considering there's always the trouble of JARVIS not being able to scan everything fast enough. I've had some combat training, I might just survive," she spoke very quickly. You attempted a laugh, but you didn't truthfully find it particularly funny.

"Are you sure about this, hon'? No one here's really assessed you on your combat skills and even if we arm you to the teeth- Well, I suppose you'd be flanked at all times and you have fought, kinda, sorta, with Jane before, but..." You started mumbling at an inaudible pace and volume, arguing back and forth with yourself even though you already knew what you wanted to say and your unfortunate answer.

"Okay, give me a sec." You pressed the button on your suit connecting you via audio to whoever's name you spoke first. "Tony, can Darcy come? I'll cover her at all times and she thinks she can give some insight on the paperwork problem. Preferably, none of you get too injured, that's all."

"You sure about this?" came the staticky reply.

"Y-Yeah."

"Okay, your mirror will close again and give it like- I dunno, three minutes and JARVIS can make her a decent catsuit-type thing. We have all her sizes, obviously. Stay safe."

You sighed gently as you nodded at your girlfriend in confirmation. She beamed. "Does this mean I'm a superhero now?"

"Sure. I guess you were already an Avenger or whatever, generally speaking. JARVIS will have just a plain suit made in about three minutes."

"Oh yeah, they did ask me about my sizes when I first got here... guess they didn't wanna seem creepy and scan me." You smiled down guiltily and her brows furrowed. "They did that, too?"

"They do everything." You placed the two guns in their holsters and heaved your foot up onto the side of the bed to slip another knife into a thigh-holder. The medical attachments hung around your middle and on your back.

"You're so hot when you do that," she whispered, glancing once again at your thigh.

"Thanks, love."

The mirror opened, revealing a catsuit which looked like it was going to be very tight indeed. Darcy gazed at it in awe.

"Are you sure that's gonna fit me?"

"JARVIS knows you better than yourself." It was simple and black, not unlike Natasha's but missing a few key components that she had requested over the years. It had one gun holster, and that was about it for weaponry.

She exchanged her current attire for some sports underwear before pulling the suit on and finally turning around, asking you to do up the zipper even though she could very well reach it herself.

Just before you could turn the TV off as you handed a gun to Darcy, Sheldon walked in on Leonard and Penny almost having sex, and you chuckled at the fitting scenario before turning it off.

You could admire your girlfriend properly now. You knew her body inside and out, but to see the leather clinging to her every curve was another matter. You wondered desperately if you were going to let either of you get shot because you were so distracted.

You grabbed her by the hips and kissed her deeply, unfortunately aware of the timer ticking down to '03:00 minutes remaining'.

She whimpered slightly as you pulled away, still somewhat disappointed at what had been cut short that morning.

"C'mon, let's go. Bay 16-A, was it?"

"That is correct," JARVIS answered immediately, making you roll your eyes playfully and call out 'wasn't asking you' before you both left the room.

•••

"On your right," you yelled, too pre-occupied with three HYDRA agents of your own to properly defend Natasha.

It was funny how you had grown into a role you definitely didn't intend on signing up for. You were an agent of SHIELD who specified in medicine. Of course, when you were offered the job as a medic for the Avengers you weren't exactly going to say no. But it turned out that the most dangerous injuries they acquired couldn't be trusted to wait until they flew back, especially if they were further away. So, being quite close to them all personally, you offered yourself. The original plan was that you stay in the Quinjet and possibly run onto the field if the others can't afford to move whoever it is. But slowly, ever so slowly, you would venture further and further out on the field to keep look-out, and slowly...

You simply joined in.

Medical attention was still the priority, but they weren't going anywhere without you in the midst, anymore.

You sent a painful front-kick with steel-capped boots to the man right in front of you's solar plexus, presently spinning around and sending two fatal blows to each of the other agent's chests.

Not allowing yourself the time to regain your strength, you shot a woman holding a sword-like thing to Clint's back and turned to find Darcy.

Except you couldn't see her.

You frantically pressed the button on your suit, calling out for her as you ran around aimlessly.

With a stroke of luck, you turned into a part of the building you hadn't entered yet and found her with large eyes, surrounded by three large men and a woman, all equally stern as they held her at gun-point.

"Hey! Four to one, that isn't fair, is it?" you shouted, earning the men's attention, but the woman wasn't falling for it. In quick succession you managed to hit two of them, saving a bullet for the third and then finally turned to see the woman holding your girlfriend in front of her with the gun at her throat.

Your heart pounded in your ears, your lungs hurt from the abnormal intake that wasn't reaching very far at all.

How had you let this happen? Why had you agreed to let her come with no assessment whatsoever? How had you lost her?

"Drop the gun, or I'll use mine," she ordered, and you could see Darcy trembling as she opened her mouth to comment something quick-witted, but you gently shook your head as you lay down your weapons.

Well, not your knife, of course.

"Just hand her over. Please. I won't kill you." The woman hesitated, apparently contemplating if I was still capable of doing such a thing, then laughed as she decided.

"Come to me. I'll have both of you, and if you're lucky, you'll survive."

That's when you noticed that she had actually managed to cuff Darcy, making things just a tad more complicated. But she was presenting you with the perfect offer.

"Okay, whatever you want," you faked submission, approaching her with raised hands.

"Good. Now-"

You threw your leg up against her face, hearing the satisfying crack of her jaw as you pulled out your knife, wasting no time in ramming it into her heart. "That's what you get for touching my girl," you whispered, and you could see the shivers run up and down Darcy's spine.

"Are you okay?" you asked frantically, looking her up and down with scared eyes as she almost slumped against you.

"Yeah, just- just a little shaky. You know how it is."

You gulped, turned to search the dead woman for keys or the likes.

"If you're looking for keys- these things have a number code, (y/n)," Darcy interrupted your search and you cursed.

"Okay, let's get back to the jet, then. We'll laser it off back home if need be." She nodded, unimpressed, following you outside unhappily as you informed the others through the comms. "Lewis and (L/n) heading back to jet. Still available for specified functions."

A chorus of understanding or envious answers chimed through the speakers as you made your way through the forest, away from the fight. One guy needed putting down, but that was it.

Once you were safely back in the Quinjet, Darcy leaned on you, apologising profusely, but you wouldn't have it. Eventually the other Avengers filed in with only minor injuries and you were undoubtedly grateful for it.

•••

Darcy, in light of the red lines around her wrists, had taken your constructive criticism of her technique very well and gladly agreed to undertake some training with you.

So, there you stood, in an entirely empty Avengers compound, entirely empty training room, entirely empty fighting ring except for the two of you.

"You ready?" you asked, bouncing on your heels to get in the mood.

"Uh, ready as ever. Just dying to land a punch on you," she added playfully and you smirked.

"Okay, how do you punch?"

She moved her legs apart and held two fists in front of her chest unsurely, thumb beneath fingers.

"Okay, lie your thumb across your fingers like this," you demonstrated, Darcy copying easily. "Now, you either have to have offset feet if you want to hold your fists in front of your chest, or you stand like you are now, but with palms facing upwards at your hip."

"It's always chest or hip with you, isn't it?"

You grinned but otherwise ignored the comment, showed one variant, then the other, and the two of you went back and forwards for a while.

"You're gonna wanna...," you trailed off, standing beside her and leading her arms. Leading her body in a way that took the force from much more than just her elbow or shoulder.

"Oh," she chimed, and you chuckled as she toyed with the new position, coming to terms with how it felt and how much more power she could install in a hit.

"Alright, then... blocking."

"Or alternatively, unblocking my path to being a real Avenger."

You spent about an hour straightening out her basics and after a short break promised to reveal some of the more fancy side of close combat.

"So, you jump off of something nearby, could be a wall, could be a fence, anything that will hold you, and then push off, throw your one leg up, preferably not the dominant one..." You kept explaining the move, not noticing Darcy's eyes glued to your lips as you instructed, her gaze occasionally slipping further down where a river of sweat marked your shift down the middle.

"That all understandable? Sorry, I'm so warm, I've gotta-" You pulled off the grey singlet top and sighed in content as the cooler air hit your skin.

Your girlfriend stood slightly stunned, as if she had never seen you half-naked before, eyes raking repeatedly over your glistening body and specifically muscles.

"Start when you're ready."

Having only really heard what move it was and the first few words, Darcy half-heartedly jumped off one rope building the ring and sort of held onto you, trying to wrap her thighs around your neck.

You both fell rather inelegantly, forcing you to catch the fall, and turn in midair, ending with your face still between her thighs.

"Well, I certainly don't mind that position, love." She turned bright red and you laughed softly.

You stood, holding out a hand to invite her up, pulling her close and clasping your hands behind her waist.

"That's awfully close for a student-teacher relationship," Darcy commented, but you could feel the heat from her face, led alone her sweat-drenched body.

"I could teach you all sorts of things."

"Oh, yeah?"

"You know. The butterfly. Spooning. Missionary. Queening..."

Darcy wasn't anything short of daring in the bedroom, but it was very easy to fluster her talking about it.

"Or maybe...," you leaned in very close to her ear, hot breath not the only thing warming inside her, "cowgirl?"

You pulled away, smirked, asked her to try and do the move again if she could concentrate enough.

Body trembling, Darcy dared her body to do what she asked, did a miraculously good job until you were standing with her thighs around your head and she couldn't manage the hypothetical neck-cracking or hypothetical slam.

"Don't you want me on the ground?"

"Yeah, I'm thinking of learning that cowgirl move next. Or was it reverse?"

You smirked, lowering her legs to the height of your waist so that you could hold her by her ass and look her in the eye.

"But I don't know if I want the lesson to continue, you know. You might have to convince me of your subject-"

You pushed your girl against one of the four posts and led your lips to hers, ghosting them for a moment before pulling away again.

Her gaze was trained on your arms, steady as they held her up and so strong and those abs and-

"Are you listening, baby?"

"Y-Yeah. Always."

You pulled away, standing at the edge of the ring where Darcy couldn't bare having you, and gestures for her to come at you.

Not having the slightest idea what you said before, she simply ran at you, fist raised.

With criminal ease you swished her around and she landed softly (with you to thank for that) on her back.

"I think I'm getting too warm, too," she breathed, looking you in the eye as she slipped off the sports top.

You fixated on her breasts, admiring because you knew you were welcome, unaware that your mouth was slightly agape.

"It's only for practical reasons, you can close your mouth, now," she taunted, just as she pulled off her pants as well. You desperately attempted to pick up your jaw, but found it harder than expected. That wasn't the only sense, however, in which your body was betraying you.

Yet with that thought, your eyes wandered further down and you couldn't suppress a smirk.

"Having your legs around my head makes you wet, huh? I didn't even do anything?"

"It's just sweat."

"Right."

"Oh, stop teasing me-" She stood, ran towards you to hold onto you or so, but you swivelled her around so that her back was pressed up against your front, holding onto her instead.

"How am I teasing you? I'm just helping you train..." You trailed sloppy kisses down her nape, nipping at her ear as you passed it.

She moaned gently, caving in on your body to seek more skin contact.

An idea visibly struck her and she pulled away, much to your surprise, lifting her chin as she studied your expression cockily.

"What?"

"I want you to show me just one more move," she said defiantly. "How to get an attacker on the ground. Can you show me?"

You hesitated, wondering what she was up to, but deciding you didn't really mind either way.

Sparsely annotated, you showed her some possible steps and footwork and finally pushed her over, landing with your waist over hers and a hypothetical hand to her throat.

"That what you m-"

She cut you off, pulling you in for a passionate kiss that you gladly reciprocated. Teasing wasn't generally what the two of you did, so after what - in your understanding - was a long time, you were happy to give in.

The kiss started slow, longing, sensuous, but you were both realising it wouldn't be enough for long, quickening your pace to the point you could hardly keep up.

You pulled away shortly, earning a breathy whimper from Darcy, kissing her jaw and then her neck in silent worship. She let a high-pitched moan escape her and you smirked against her skin.

"Do you like this, love?"

"Y-Yeah, I fucking love this," she replied, unusually high and unstable.

Your kisses ventured further and further down, eventually swiping your tongue along the rim of her bra.

"C'mon, then, you can't tell me you've never wanted to fuck someone against the cold, hard floor," Darcy teased, and that was all you needed to hear.

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This is terrible I'm so sorry

Unedited bullshit but anyways it's too late to keep writing hope you enjoy anyway and this was a bit like you imagined from your request :)

Goodnight/morning/day/evening wherever y'all are 🌞

#darcy lewis #fanfic #fanfiction #marvel #mcu fanfiction #romance #the avengers #darcy x yn #reader insert

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megamindsupremacy · 1 year ago

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Misc Marvel Fic Recs (Part 6)

mistake on the part of nature by idiopathicsmile

Steve takes in Bucky's betrayed look and Sam's confusion, follows Sam's gaze to the pile of mangled fruit in the trash can. Sudden comprehension fills his face.

"Oh," he says. "Bucky found out about bananas."

In which an American icon is mourned. But probably not the one you're thinking of.

The Ding Dong War by icewhisper

The year Hostess releases their limited edition Star Spangled Ding Dongs, they all suffer. (AKA no one should let Tony Stark have a credit card and history books never covered just how much of an asshole Steve Rogers really is.)

Look the Devil in the Face by prettybirdy979

It's increasingly becoming a world where the unbelievable happens every day. The Avengers team includes a defrosted World War Two solider, a giant green rage monster and a man who might be a God; and they battle aliens and magic on a regular basis. It's not too far fetched to believe the Devil walks Hell's Kitchen.

Matt, on the other hand, hasn't realised exactly why his new battle buddies seem terrified of him. It's not like they've even heard the rumors about him being the Devil... right?

Not Easily Conquered by dropdeaddream, WhatAreFears

In 1945, Steve Rogers jumps from a nosediving plane and swims through miles of Arctic Ocean to a frozen shore.

In 1947, Steve Rogers marries Peggy Carter.

In 1966, the New York Times finds the lost letters of Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes.

the stone's in the midst of it all by tognia

Sarah Rogers was born to fight an unwinnable war. She wonders how it could be, sometimes, that she gives birth to a boy who does not understand defeat.

and there will be music despite everything (sw/mcu au) by QueenWithaBeeThrone

She imagines it--waking up alone, scared, disoriented, not knowing who or where she is, terrified at every little thing. She imagines never knowing for sure. “Yeah, real lucky,” she echoes.

“Wish I felt that way,” says Foster.

or: Darcy Lewis, intern to Anakin Skywalker, not that either of them know that last part, and the time before they hit a man with their van.

Barnes and Rogers and the Goddamn Truth by orphan_account

There are three well-known facts at Shield High:

1. The history teacher Mr. Barnes is a stone-cold terror, and it’s not even because he only has one arm. 2. The other history teacher, Mr. Rogers, is a mysterious enigma, and it’s something to do with the body of a Greek God and contradicting stories of his past. (They’re all rumours, anyway.) 3. Mr Barnes and Mr Rogers hate each other.

Bucky wouldn’t have it any other way.

How to Woo the Winter Soldier by writeonclara

“I think I’m ready to date again,” Steve said.

“What,” Natasha said.

“What?” Clint said, lowering his binoculars. He blinked at the dumbstruck look on the Captain’s face, then followed his gaze to where he was staring dopily at—at the Winter fucking Soldier.

“Steve, no,” Clint groaned.

Or: Steve courts the Winter Soldier.

Embrace the Fire: The Avenger Games by lorata

Trust me, and I'll give you something better than a Mockingjay. I'll give you the Avengers."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Trust me, and you'll see."

Non-powered alternate universe fusion: the Avengers in Panem.

devil's gonna follow me (wherever i go) by Lyaka

The man who used to be Bucky Barnes lined up his shot. His finger twitched, only once, very precisely.

Help me, the bullet sang.

Ninety-eight floors below him, the bullet glanced off a vibranium shield with a musical ping.

And Steve Rogers looked up.

the sirens and the thunder by letege

“Hide that,” he says, forcing the words out past every instinct. “As well as you can, all right? Before morning.”

Steve stares at him blankly, like he needs a moment to work this out, then swallows once, sharply. "What's your name?" he asks at last—asks as he stands there with the pelt in his hands.

And oh, he thinks suddenly, what is his name? He can’t speak it, not with this mouth, he can’t sing it into the air like he can in the ocean. He just shakes his head; like his nakedness, it’s something he can't explain. Steve nods, just nods, his eye swelling shut and blood drying on his shirt collar, and says "we’ll figure it out."

(An AU where Bucky is a young selkie who is accidentally called to Steve and ends up staying around to help this poor, wretched kid not die.)

#mads posts #fic recs #marvel fic recs #marvel fic rec list #fic rec list

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viviennes-tears · 1 year ago

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We can do this the easy way or the hard way (Loki, Darcy & Mobius one shot)

18+ blog: It is YOUR responsibility, as a reader, to think about the content that you consume at your own discretion. ~

A/N: A thousand apologies for taking so long to get back on track with prompt requests from way back in October. I barely had time to spare and what time I did have, I was so tired from working constantly that my brain couldn't function long enough to string a few sentences together leading up and over Christmas. I hope this one will make up for it!

Also thank you anonymous for being so patient with me and I hope I achieved the Loki/Darcy dynamic up to your expectations 😉 x

(Prompt requests are still closed just finishing the last from October 2023)

Prompt requested by Anonymous on Tumblr: Just under the wire! I am part of a very select group that likes Loki X Darcy. Can you please write a story where Darcy messes up the timeline, and Loki has to interrogate her. She is sarcastic and obstinate, so Loki asks her to remove her jeans and panties (bonus point if he says panties ;) ), and he fingers her as he interrogates her. She doesn't make it easy for him. But she spills the beans. Please.

Summary: Darcy Lewis finds herself at the TVA, an organisation which up until now was unknown to her, yet everything turns from a simple arrest to full blown interrogation by the last person she'd expect to find in such a rule binding place as this. A trickster god whose methods are received with mixed emotions.

Warnings: Dom Loki, good cop/bad cop, vaginal fingering, rough sex and threats.

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Loki struts confidently down the corridor of the now all so familiar TVA headquarters. Initially he found it strange to be working alongside the people who had brought him there in the first place after he had wandered off his own timeline. Although after the dose of harsh reality of what was awaiting for him on his timeline certainly played havoc with his thoughts and emotions, which required quite a bit of adjusting to everything. However that was some months ago now, or at the very least that's what Loki assumed, given the very important fact that time works differently within the TVA itself. Yet he has come a long way since that day he was brought in after he tried to take over New York with the Chitauri and tried to escape with the Tesseract. He might even say he felt a part of something now, a part of a team.

Loki soon approached Mobius who stood outside one of the interrogation rooms with his eyes looking down at a TVA file in his hands."So who do we have today?" Loki asks, as soon as he stood a small distance away from Mobius and he stuffed his hands into his TVA assigned trousers pockets.

Mobius closes the TVA file in his hands as he looks up to Loki before he speaks. "Today we have an Earth 616 Variant, a Miss Darcy Lewis." Mobius then hands the file over to Loki and he takes it right away, then he opens it up and begins to scan his eyes over the first page.

"Darcy Lewis, huh?" Loki says with an element of surprise and amusement as he flicks the page over.

"Yeah, crazy to think your brother's girlfriend's assistant steered so far off the timeline. I never expected her to do something like it...sure she's known for being only the assistant, but I mean give her credit where it's due." Mobius replied with a slight shake of his head.

"Hum." Loki replies thoughtfully before closing the file.

"I'll go in first...you know, ease her into what's going on." Mobius says, as he begins to walk over to the door to the interrogation room.

"Do you not trust me to go first?" Loki says, as Mobius puts his hand on the door handle. Loki feels a little offended by his choice of words and like a switch he came to conclusions quickly.

"No. Come on, you know me better than that by now. I only meant that given what she might remember about you and your past...so it might be for the best that I go in first." Mobius tries to reassure Loki with a calm voice with a hint of that playfulness they often have whenever they disagree with each other.

"Fine. You have five minutes before I come in." Loki huffs, not because he's admitting to defeat but rather he's actually trying to have some understanding. It's all still a work in progress for him.

Mobius wasted no more time before he entered the interrogation room with confidence. "Hello Miss Lewis, I am Agent Mobius." He announces as he made himself comfortable opposite Darcy, who was previously pulling at her light brown TVA prisoner jumpsuit on his way in, she seemed to be confused just like everyone else who came here. Although she also didn't seem completely uncomfortable in the oversized jumpsuit either.

"Well it seems like you already know me." Darcy commented, as she leaned across the table to shake his hand and having no need to introduce herself.

"It's my job, Miss Lewis." He replies with such gentleness, as their hands fall back to their sides.

"Darcy, please. Miss Lewis makes me sound like a single woman with no social life." As she explained herself Mobius' eyebrows furrowed together briefly, he knew she was single as it is in her file, but he was quick to shake his head and continue.

"Okay...well let's get started here then, Darcy. As I said my name is Mobius and I specialise in dangerous variants, but we have someone in training, shall we say? He will be here shortly and I am here to oversee him working. Before he joins us, do you have any questions?" His pleasantries seem unwavering and genuine too, which she has appreciation for.

"Why have I never heard of the TVA before? I mean I've met some aliens, an intelligent AI and a couple of gods within the past year. I would consider that quite crazy and yet this place takes the whole cake!" Darcy gestures around them as she speaks.

Mobius chuckles in amusement for a few seconds before speaking, "yeah I would agree it must feel like one crazy year for you." Next he grabs a can of Josta from the end of the table then holds it out to Darcy to take, she hesitates for a second, looking between the can of soda and at him. Eventually she accepts the can and cracks it open as he grabs a second can for himself. "The TVA was never in your orbit until now as you had always lived according to your timeline." He explains while opening his own can and then takes a sip.

Darcy stares at the now opened can in her hand before taking a sip herself then puts down the can next to her. "So the TVA is like some sort of time police force?" She asks mulls over his words with her gaze still down at her hand wrapped around the soda can.

However before Mobius could answer her the door behind him opens and as he looks over his shoulder Loki appears in the doorway. He gathered that Loki must have felt as though he had waited long enough, even though he would have preferred if he had spent longer time alone with Darcy first. The sudden disturbance caught Darcy's attention too, causing her to stand up abruptly as Loki strides into the room as the door closes behind him, her jaw hanging low whilst she points her finger at Loki in disbelief.

"Close your mouth dear, you're not a codfish." Loki says with a flat monotone voice, as he slowly comes to stand beside the table between Darcy and Mobuis, he proceeds to drop her file down onto the table before he stuffs his hands into his trouser pockets again.

"Woah, what the hell are you doing here!? I thought you were in some kind of dungeon or something!" Darcy says in a higher octave than normal, as she finds her voice once more, still believing her mind and eyes are playing tricks on her.

"Clearly I'm not." Loki replied with the same flat emotionless voice, appearing to have visible irritation etch on his features already.

"Loki." Mobius gently warns him to behave and in return Loki plasters on a fake smile in his direction to empathise he's not promising anything.

"Wait so he actually listens to you then?!" Darcy snuck back down in her chair while she looked between the pair, as if she can't believe that they seemed to have some sort of understanding, when she last saw Loki she would say he was far too deranged for such an exchange.

"Not-"

"I don't answer to anyone, love." Loki cuts Mobius off as he places his palms down flat on the table leaning closer towards Darcy with the intention of playing the bad cop. "I have always done what I want and will continue to do so, is that clear?"

"Ooo, I'm so scared." Darcy says sarcastically with an eye roll.

"And you and everyone else have honestly wondered why I loathed beings such as yourself." He scoffs right back.

"Can we just get back on track here, please?" Mobius says frustratedly, as he tugs on the back of Loki's jacket to try and get him to sit down, which Loki does when he's ready to. "Okay, so Darcy we would really appreciate your cooperation here." He adds once Loki is seated finally beside him.

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Some time later Mobius is leaning forwards in his chair with slumped shoulders, resting his chin on the palm of his right hand, tired with the back and forth dispute between Loki and Darcy. The table they're sitting at is now littered with empty cans of Josta and empty takeout cups that once had tea inside. Pages and photos from out of Darcy's file are also scattered all over the table. Time seemingly has been feeling slow within the TVA.

"Look it's clear as day...it's you right there!" Loki argues whilst pointing at the now paused projection of a video file up on the wall to the right of him and left to Darcy.

"Nope, I don't see it!" Darcy says dismissively at the evidence for the thousandth time whilst she adjusts her glasses, causing Loki to run his hands down his face exasperatedly and sighs heavily.

Silence soon fills the room which momentarily made Mobius think he'd gone deaf and he started to frantically check his ears, luckily he detected the sound of his chair creaking slightly as he shifted on it, relief then washed over him when he realised that he hadn't lost his hearing. Albeit he decided this would be a good time as any to take a break.

"Right, you crazy kids behave yourselves, you especially Loki while I go to the bathroom and stretch my legs for a bit." Mobius says, the bones in his legs clicking as he stands up from his chair after being sat for far too long. Yet neither Loki or Darcy say a word as he leaves them alone.

Even after Mobius had walked out of the room Loki remained seated opposite Darcy, sitting there with his arms crossed while staring silently at her, making her feel so awkward she had to look elsewhere. At least until she couldn't stand it any longer.

"Quit looking at me like that!" Darcy snipped at him, making him get up suddenly and walk around the table and then he grabbed hold of her forearm to haul her up, his slim tall figure looming still above her even now she's stood up. "Get off!" She protests.

Loki placed his pointer finger of his free hand to her lips and hushed her. "For a little thing you certainly have a big mouth." His voice suddenly sounding deeper and his words sounding rough on the edges, his pointer finger slowly dragged her lower lip down as he removed it shortly afterwards, while his eyes are more piercing than they had been earlier.

"You're very judgy for a dude with a criminal record." Darcy says in her defense, while trying to ignore this electrifying atmosphere that seemingly appeared as if from nowhere. However as he doesn't have his magic in the TVA he couldn't actually silence her for longer and she's free to argue with him as much as she pleases. A thought which didn't settle too well with Loki, at first.

"And we can do this the easy way or the hard way..." Loki says only to be met with more stubbornness from her. "Take off your jumpsuit." He suddenly and unexpectedly says, making Darcy blink at him a few times and her eyebrows furrowed together, unsure if she heard correctly. "I said take it off." He repeats in a deep yet demanding way, as he lets up on his grip on her forearm.

"Why in the hell would I?" She says once she finds her voice again, albeit she wasn't going to do what he says so easily and willingly.

"You have no authority here, love, only I do. Seeing as it's just us now you have no choice, but to do as you're told, and we need that information about what happened to you on your timeline. We need to know why you took your little hiatus." His voice still deep and demanding, the bad cop really showing through now.

"So I have to take off my jumpsuit? That makes no sense." Her eyebrows furrowed together as she's lost on what he is initiating here.

"JUST TAKE IT OFF!" Loki yelled in a deep booming voice and Darcy actually flinched slightly from the sheer volume of his voice, not from being scared by him. She really isn't scared, after all she's heard Thor's stories about him. She'd get to talk to Thor mostly in the morning after his 'sleep overs' as he called it with Jane. His stories about Loki made him almost human in a way to her and since she's seen a lot, not a lot scares her anymore.

She then sighs heavily and it takes her several stubborn seconds longer than Loki would have liked before she began popping the press studs open on the jumpsuit. He watches her like a hawk even if she was doing what he had asked slowly. Although once the first few press studs popped open he saw her large bouncing breasts, as her black vest top beneath left very little to his imagination, the thin material allowed him to see that her bra under it was purple and flowery. However she hesitates as she finishes opening up her jumpsuit and looks up at Loki, as if in hope he was just messing with her, yet he just nods once for her to continue. She then proceeds to slowly remove her jumpsuit, taking her arms out first, next she slides it down all the way to her ankles. Then she steps out of it and ends up standing in her vest top bra and mismatched black knickers.

"Now what?" He hears her question, but takes his time looking up and down her shapely body first.

"Now? Now you have to take those panties off too and sit up here..." Loki says a moment later, as he swoops everything off the table then pats its now free surface for her to sit down on. Her appearance alone calmed his voice and demeanour somewhat.

"You're kidding right?" She laughs besides herself at how ridiculous it sounded.

"Oh I never joke about what happens between a man and a woman. I may have told lies and played a few tricks during my time, but never about this. No, this is something that deserves a different kind of treatment." His voice is deep yet silky now as he speaks, luring her into a more intimate setting, confusing her more. Unsureness of what game he is playing and her laughter dies too.

"You say you have authority here, but I think you're delusional to think I'm..."

"You've not had a boyfriend in over two years, yes?" He's quick to jump in before she can say anything more.

"Is that in my file too?" He smirks knowingly, the nerve of him and baffles her that her life is all written down in black and white, right down to every morsel detail.

"Let me take a guess...during such times with the added frustrations of being barely seen or heard no matter how hard you work at the end of the day you go home alone. At times it all becomes too much and you need some relief, relief that can come in different forms. One form in particular is one you could give to yourself, but preferred it be done by a man." He allows his words to be digested for a moment before speaking again, just this time in the form of a warning, "now take off your panties. I won't tell you again."

Oddly Darcy feels like what he said is not only true, because it really has been two years since she last had a boyfriend, but seemingly his words have an underline of mutual understanding of what it's like. It's like she can see it in his eyes, she can see that he knows what it's like to rarely be thanked or appreciated. A far different cry to Thor's stories and living through the aftermath of his attack on New York. Not long after noticing this, and having a dreading feeling that Loki might just take her knickers off himself, she goes ahead and takes them off too. A smirk curls up on his lips as he pats the bare surface of the table again for her to hop on top of. Without further quarreling Darcy hops up onto the table and looks away from him awkwardly again.

"You are not to look away from my eyes." He speaks in that deep silky demanding voice once more, as he hooks his fingers underneath her chin and makes her turn her attention backwards to himself. "Now then...let us begin." He adds as he roughly parts her legs.

"Hey, don't be so hasty!" She snipped once more.

Loki doesn't speak this time, but he gives her a look that leaves no more space for her to argue against him. The way he sees it it's her own doing as to why she's there and not living her life on her timeline, also the fact as he already graciously mentioned it's just the two of them now, therefore she has to do what she's told. Next thing Darcy realises that this is actually happening as she feels Loki's thumb brushing over her clit, at first just small brushes to get her juices to start flowing, until the brushes become firmer to increase lubrication. As soon as there's enough Loki then coats two of his fingers in her slick, spreading it around before roughing inserting both fingers into her, not considering her full preparation for the sudden intrusion. The precise way he begins fingering though is almost as if he's done this to her before, but he's never even gotten the opportunity to before now. Proving to her that he's that skilful he knows how to quickly play her like a well played instrument.

"Why did you do it, huh? What possessed you to take matters into your own hands? Why did you think it was a good idea to steal the Aether from the Collector's collection and conduct scientific tests?" He rapidly fires out questions, as the rhythm of his fingers sped up and intensifies, causing her to moan and tightly grasp onto his bicep and the scuff of his TVA jacket.

Given how long it has been for Darcy to feel a man's fingers knuckle deep inside her, her focus on his questions is hazy at best, the intense motion causes her toes to curl and her breath to quicken with each moan getting breathier by the second. However the longer he drills out questions and his fingers go in deeper to that sweet spot makes a shiver run down her spine and her moans only get exceedingly louder. Even her grasp on him tightens when the sounds of her sodden cunt becomes more apparent and his other hand squeezes her thigh that hard his fingers are bound to leave marks.

"Answer me, Darcy!" Loki's low timber voice eventually rumbles sharply in his chest whilst he pushes her towards the edge of orgasmic bliss. "Do not disobey me now, you hear me? Tell me what I need and you shall receive pleasure unlike before. Trust me I can do far more for you than this. I am a God after all." She has no doubts of his claims either at this rate.

"Alright...alright I'll tell you, but for the love of god let me cum!" Darcy pleads breathlessly, the tight knot within needing to explode.

"Ask nicely." He growls, as his fingers slow down their ministrations.

"Please-ah...Loki I need to cum so badly. Please?" She tries harder to appeal to his generous side, she hopes he will have at this moment in time.

Loki swiftly withdraws his fingers and hastily without any care about his fingers being soaked he undos his belt and trousers, then pulls them down along with his boxers, his fully erected cock springs free of their tight confinements before plundering into the depths of her mewling quim. His motivations unclear to her, but the sheer size of his godly cock she knew would ruin all other men for her.

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iamdarcylewis · 3 years ago

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Do you think you're going to be able to avoid mentioning Rue?

Random asks. || Always Accepting.

God, I have to or I don't really know what could happen but it would be bad.

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randomshyperson · 3 years ago

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Liberal Arts - Chapter 1 - Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: A new job at New York University should be a fresh start. Things don't go as planned when you fall in love with one of your students. || Request by @ecruzsalaz

Warnings: (18+), explicit language, smut, dom!reader and bottom wanda, heavy angst with happy ending, cursing, secret/forbidden relationship, teasing, romanticism, legal age gap.

Words: 8.955

A/N: First chapter is here, it was suppose to be posted yesterday but I had an issue with tumblr. Anyways, good reading people. Let me know your thoughts about it.

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Chapter One - Small Photographs and Takeaway Food

Present, New York.

You were not having an easy day.

It was cold and wet, you were late because you forgot to set your alarm clock after the holidays, the coffee machine in the teachers' lounge was broken, and you forgot your corrected reports inside your apartment.

But the worst thing about your day was, without a doubt, witnessing the woman you love with someone else.

"I hear they're getting married." Your co-worker, Darcy Lewis, who was having breakfast with you after the first Astrophysics period she taught, commented as soon as she noticed you staring at the table a few feet over.

You looked away quickly, clearing your throat.

"Yeah, I heard that too." You grumbled returning your attention to your meal, but feeling like you had no appetite at all.

Darcy let out a wry mutter.

"If you ask me, I think she's only seeing him because of her father." She remarks next, and you can't help but raise your eyebrow slightly.

"Why do you say that?"

Darcy gives a little chuckle. "Girl, I can't believe you didn't hear about it!" She says, leaning in to whisper. "The man is filthy rich! He's part of the school's investor circle in addition to teaching here. And when the senator came to visit the school, they were introduced. It makes sense that Lehnsherr was so pleased to see his daughter dating another rich guy. It's good for appearances."

"I didn't know the senator had come here." You grumble, trying to get a taste of the cookies.

"Yeah, it was over the holiday." She counters. "I figured you hadn't heard anything because you finally left that apartment. And speaking of that, where did you go?"

You smile slightly, propping your elbow on the table and your face in your hand.

"Paris."

"God, you're so fancy." She comments making you laugh. "Why?"

"Photography contest." You clarify. And then your gaze returns to the table a few feet away, and you sigh sadly. "It was supposed to be a trip for two."

Darcy gives you an almost pitying look.

"At least it was still Paris." She tries to say, and you give a short laugh. "And how were things there?"

"Good, I think." You say. "It was the first round of the contest, I wasn't participating. I'm just part of the lead critics team, which means I just have to nod and smile or shake my head.” You explained making Darcy giggle. “The next round is at the beginning of autumn and it's going to be in Russia. Maybe Natasha will accompany me."

"Thanks for the invitation." Darcy wryly makes you laugh.

"Don't even start, I remember well how you behave in events like this”

She chuckles before speaking. "That's because photography is boring. I like the pubs, but when we went to Amsterdam back at college, you didn't have time for it and I had to watch you work. It wasn't fun, honey. At least Nat was there too."

You just laugh at Darcy's manner, finally eating some food.

You both fall silent for a few moments before she speaks again.

"You know, this may be that photographic gaze you taught me talking, but I don't think she looks happy." Darcy declares and you chew slowly, uncertain of what exactly to say. She sighs. "I'm just saying that when you two were together, she seemed to glow. And now, well, you're the photographer here, you can see it. She looks almost lifeless. It's sad, and I know it's not my place to comment, but I don't understand why you're not together anymore."

"It is what they say, Darcy." You began sadly. "Some things aren't meant to last, no matter how incredible they may have been."

Darcy looks at you a moment, and by your expression, she doesn't insist.

You find it hard to swallow your food when the man kisses Wanda's cheek.

London, one year ago.

It was harder to get a steady shot during a thunderstorm, but you were late to submit the portfolio for your master's degree so you had to make the effort.

With an umbrella in hand, and a camera hanging around your neck, you left the apartment you were staying in that week for the national photography competition season, complaining softly that you almost slipped.

Your goal was to photograph the wildlife in the public park just a few meters away from the building, and even though it was raining, the area with the food trailers was quite crowded.

You found a quiet corner in the grass, and tried to hold the umbrella with your elbow to get a shot, but you almost got the camera wet.

Cussing softly while trying to think of a solution, you were startled when your umbrella became stable on its own.

Turning your head quickly, you noticed a man, younger but taller than you, holding your umbrella with one hand and his with the other, a gentle smile on his lips.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." He said. "I can hold it for you to take the picture, if you don't mind."

"Really? Thank you, that's very kind." You said quickly after recovering from the scare, moving your hands to your camera.

Fortunately you got some very good shots of the squirrels and ducks, the rain making everything even more pleasantly aesthetic.

And then you were holding your umbrella again and thanking the guy.

"No problem, my sister loves this photography stuff too." He comments gently as he hands you the item back, putting his hand in his pockets. "She's also here for the national competition, by the way. I figured you are too for your dedication to taking a picture in the middle of the rain."

You chuckle lightly, nodding in agreement, before extending your hand to the boy, introducing yourself.

"Nice meeting you, my name is Pietro Maximoff." He says as he takes your hand. When he lets go, he looks around and sighs. "Well, I should go. I'll see you around I hope."

"Thanks again, Pietro." You say with a smile before he walks off.

When you get back to your apartment, you barely remember the little encounter, busy enough with the delivery of your portfolio.

It is only three days later that you meet Pietro again. But it wasn't raining anymore.

You went to watch the final round of the photography competition, at a local gallery, and were glad to find Pietro in the crowd.

"Rain girl." He greeted you with a smile, kissing your cheek quickly. "Good to find you here."

"Same to you, Pietro." You say politely. "I didn't know you were a photographer."

"I'm not." He quickly clarifies. "I'm just watching. Wanda is the one who is participating."

"Wanda?" You ask confused, and Pietro looks around before pointing among the crowd to a few shelves ahead.

"My twin sister, Wanda." He says, and you feel your heart race at the sight of the woman. She is absolutely stunning. "We're from NYU, third year. She's here as an end of semester assignment."

"Got it." You mumble, trying to disguise how impacted you were by the other woman, and then blink in surprise, finally absorbing his words. "Wait, did you say NYU? As in New York University?"

Pietro gives a short laugh.

"Yeah, do you know any other NYU?"

You laugh, rolling your eyes slightly. "It's just an incredible coincidence, that's all. I'm going there next semester. I teach photography."

"Serious?" he asks, surprised and pleased. "This is amazing! You must be replacing Professor Frigga, she will retire at the end of the month."

"Yes, exactly." You shyly agree, still impressed by the coincidence.

You ended up talking briefly with Pietro about the course, and about London, but you needed to say hello to your fellow professionals in the competition, and resisting the curiosity to meet Wanda, you said goodbye.

When the competition started, you did not run into the Maximoffs again, but you were not so upset, since you knew you would be seeing them back in New York.

New York, Present.

You ignored the way your hands were sweating as you presented the lesson.

You rehearsed, and prepared the material in advance.

But as soon as you stepped into the classroom and saw Wanda in the front row, you found it hard to pay attention to anything but her.

But you were doing well nonetheless, your students seemed to be understanding, and the presentation finally came to an end.

You distributed the assignments mechanically and professionally, making sure to keep your gaze off the brunette in front of you, the wall never looking so interesting.

And then the bell was ringing, and you were loosening your tie as you turned back to your desk, distractedly answering your students' good-byes.

"I haven't seen you this holiday." Wanda says startling you slightly, and you almost drop your case. Biting the inside of your cheek, you turn to face her. She holds a notebook against her chest, looking uncertain about talking to you at all, and the vision makes your stomach sink.

"I traveled." You mutter, looking away to your shoes, and then hurrying to gather your materials.

"Paris, right?"

You didn't look at her as you confirmed, but you didn't have to. Wanda sighed softly.

"Was it fun?" She insists, and you resist the urge to roll your eyes.

"Not as much as your holiday, apparently." You comment bitterly, causing her to frown.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

You give a short laugh, "I think we both know exactly what I mean."

Wanda holds your gaze with a clenched jaw. And then she licks her lips, and your attention is diverted completely to the movement.

"Don't you think you're being a little unfair to me?" She accuses next making you look at her with indignation, but Wanda doesn't flinch. "You ended us." She clarifies in a low tone, and you shake your head softly.

"There never was an us, Wanda." You retort seriously, making her eyes widen. "There was a fantasy. And then reality came. I did what you didn't have the courage to do."

The words hurt you both. You almost take them back when you notice the tears in Wanda's eyes. But then there is a student coming in for the next period, and Wanda wipes them away quickly before murmuring a polite farewell to you and leaving the room.

You have to ignore the way you feel for the next forty-five minutes, but when you have the break and use your time to check the pictures in the darkroom, you are crying.

New York, eight months ago.

You complained softly as you tried the keys in the door.

It was partly your fault that you didn't know exactly what the correct key was, since you should have organized it the night before instead of going out for a beer with Natasha, but in your defense, you figured you wouldn't be carrying a heavy box when you opened the door to your new classroom.

"Hey, need a hand?" A male voice asked from beside you, startling you slightly, and almost causing you to drop the box, the hallway empty since it was pretty early in the day. The man quickly apologized for the fright, his hands reaching for the paperboard before the material completely slipped from your fingers.

"Every time I run into you I'm about to drop something." You mumble clumsily, making Pietro laugh as he carries the box. He looks at you struggling against the keychain.

"I think it's the oldest one, Frigga always carried it around her waist." He comments on the keyring. And you follow the hint, celebrating quietly as you manage to open the door.

Pietro enters the room with you.

"What are you doing here so early?" You ask curiously, thanking him for his help as soon as he sets the box down on the table, and you start pulling out your supplies.

"I'm part of the track team, so I usually get up in the morning to train." He clarifies, and only now do you notice the gym sweatshirt he is wearing. "Looking forward to class, professor?"

You make a soft grimace at the way he pronounces "professor," chuckling awkwardly as you mutter yes.

Pietro starts to help you organize everything, but not even five minutes later, someone comes to the door.

"There you are, P." Commented a female voice sounding relieved, and you turned your head in the direction of the voice with curiosity.

You held your breath. It was the girl from the gallery, Wanda, if you remembered her name correctly. She had her hair pinned up now, but her green eyes were impossible to forget. "I've looked everywhere for you."

Pietro muttered something, and the girl smiled, looking at you. You cleared your throat, trying to clear your thoughts, and realizing that Pietro had introduced you.

"[...] she ended up not running into us that day, but now that we're here, how about we go for a beer?" He suggests cheerfully, and you exchange a quick glance with the other girl, before placing your notebook on the table.

"I guess-" ‘Sure." You and Wanda say at the same time, and let out a short joint laugh. You nod for her to speak, as you gently grope the table. "That's fine with me."

"Yeah, for me too." You say next, making Pietro and her smile. You feel your stomach turn with the image of her smiling.

"Great, then." Pietro comments quickly as he pulls out his cell phone. "I'll text you, professor. Is your number in the class group chat?

After you confirm, Pietro saves your contact. And then they are leaving for the first period of history they share, and you sit down at your desk, trying not to think too hard about why the green eyes are fixed on your mind.

//-//-//-//-//

Over the weekend, you went to the local pub with the Maximoffs.

Your colleague, and best friend, also the one who recommended you for the position at NYU, teased you as you entered the apartment in the faculty building you both shared and saw you struggling to pick out an outfit.

"What's that, you got a date or something?" She scoffed as she lay on your bed, leaning her back on the wall. You rolled your eyes, unbuttoning your shirt in front of the mirror.

"No, Nat." You grumbled, "I just don't want to dress like a teacher."

"But you are a teacher."

"I know." You retort, throwing the shirt away, and looking for another one in the closet. "But it's a social hangout. I think they see me as a friend, and well, I like that. The three of us like photography, and it might be something beyond school."

"Are you sure it's not a date?" She teases again, and you grumble in irritation.

"They are my students." You clarify but Nat gives a chuckle.

"That stopped absolutely zero people." She retorts. "Go with the jacket. And by the way, you're single, the girl is single, I don't see a problem."

You almost drop the piece of clothing she suggested upon hearing her words, and Natasha looks at you intently.

"Y-you... I-who-said it was the girl?" You tried to disguise it as best you could, and Nat bit back a smile as she raised her eyebrow.

"You used to lie better in college." She mocks, making you grunt as you put on your jacket.

"Just...don't say anything."

"I didn't." She retorts holding back a laugh and you sigh, deciding that the jacket matched. You removed it only to choose a white shirt.

"You wanna make fun of me, I can feel it." You grumbled and Nat laughed, throwing her head back before looking at you again.

"You saw her once in a crowd and you're in love, what would I be making fun of, I wonder?" She teased, making you grimace.

"I'm not in love." You muttered grumpily, putting your jacket on over your blouse. You moved to sit on the bed and grab your shoes. "She's an aspiring photographer and I'm interested in helping, that's all."

"Your interest is your tongue in her mouth." Natasha retorts, causing you to let out a loud exclamation and try to hit a slap on her shoulder, but she moves quickly to escape the bed, laughing. "See you later, champ, use condoms."

"Fuck you, Nat." You complain, making her laugh more, before leaving the room.

//-//-//

The pub was crowded when you arrived.

After checking your cell phone again, you walked in, smiling politely at the students who recognized you on the way to the "we're at the back of the bar, table fourteen" directions Pietro sent you.

As soon as you reached the table, the boy sitting toward you stood up, smiling encouragingly to greet you. Wanda was on her back and turned her head to see Pietro greeting you with a kiss on the cheek, and you smiled at her, signaling softly for her not to get up as you leaned over to repeat the greeting to her once Pietro had moved away.

"I already ordered some beers." Pietro comments as you circle the table to sit next to Wanda, deciding to hang your jacket on the chair behind you. "I hope you don't mind, but I think some of the boys from the team are going to join us at some point. The place is pretty full today."

"That's fine." You comment politely, still a little distracted with Wanda's perfume that invaded your senses when you greeted her.

A little small talk, and the beers arrived.

Pietro was clearly more sociable than his sister, but they were both very pleasant company.

Two sips of alcohol, and you were already pushing away the nervousness and asking questions instead of only answering them.

"I was impressed with your choice for the contest, Wanda, I haven't had time to comment on that yet." You begin with a smile, leaning slightly toward the girl next to you, who looks at you with a mixture of curiosity and embarrassment. "Where did you get that one?"

"In Sokovia, our home country." She tells. "I took it last winter when we went there for the vacations. As soon as I got back I sent it in as an application."

You smile. "It's really quite beautiful." You say making Wanda blush, while Pietro just watches you both as he takes a sip of his beer.

"Thank you, I...it means a lot to me that you liked it because I love your work." She then confesses with a shy laugh, and you let out a soft exclamation. "That piece of yours in Russia, it's just incredible. And I could hardly believe that we would actually have classes with you now."

"That's very kind, but I really don't have any incredible work." You comment making Pietro and Wanda actively disagree, and you blush at the comments, smiling shyly at them.

For the next few minutes, you guys talk about photography.

Pietro is more of an appreciator than anything, and learned the vast majority of the things he knows from Wanda, who has been photographing since she was a child. You never met someone who understood you like her, all the points you brought were completed in the same exciting way.

A few more minutes talking about their favorite works and destinations, and a bit about being employed at NYU, there are tall, muscular guys joining the table that you quickly recognize as the other members of the university team.

"Maximoff's finally got out of those dorms!" Spoke one of them loudly making the others laugh. The boy hugged Pietro and as he pulled away commented something about him getting almost strong enough to be on the soccer team.

"I think I'll just stick with running for now, Clint." Pietro returned, causing the boy to give a short laugh and shrug.

They embarked on a subject about competitions very quickly.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, watching one of them approach Wanda, kissing her on the cheek.

"Good to see you, Wanda." He spoke smiling, and then looked at you. "Hey, aren't you one of the uni teachers?"

You cleared your throat. "Yes, I teach photography. I'm Y/N Y/L/N." And you held out your hand to him. The boy gave a short laugh, and accepted the greeting.

"I'm Tony Stark." He returned, pushing his hair back. He wasted no time in taking the seat next to Wanda, and slipping his arm behind her chair. "I didn't know you guys hang out with the faculty now."

He then joked, Wanda gave an awkward giggle, and you turned over a whole swig of the beer you had.

"Don't be mean, Tony." She asked in earnest. "Y/N is really talented, and we like photography. It's just a coincidence that she's teaching at my university."

But Tony didn't even seem very interested in that. He just held up one hand in a redemptive sign, signaling that he wasn't going to push it, and quickly changed the subject, wanting to know if Wanda was dating.

None of Pietro's friends seemed to be leaving anytime soon. When the waiter returned, they ordered another round of beer, and someone commented on setting up the pool table.

Tony said something in Wanda's ear that made her laugh, and you excused yourself to go to the bathroom.

You risked a glance at the full table after you got up and felt your heart skip a beat when Wanda looked back to see you leave.

You watched Tony's fingers at her arm's length, caressing her skin, and gave her an intense stare, then changed direction and left the bar.

Outside, the breeze was wafting.

You picked up the phone to call a cab when the bar door opened again.

Wanda hugged her own body because of the cold, and asked:

"Did something happen?"

You took a deep breath, and looked at her in the most neutral way you could manage. "Look, Wanda, I appreciate the invitation, but this is not right and-."

"It was just a few beers." She interrupted almost pleadingly. "I didn't know Pietro's friends were coming. And there's nothing wrong with having only a few beers, right?"

You shook your head softly. "I don't know how to do that. You're my student, and I-"

"You're brilliant." She interrupted breathlessly. "Please, just-"

But she didn't complete the sentence, she simply moved closer. You held your breath, but Wanda lost her nerve. Your faces were only a few inches apart, and she rested her forehead against yours, breath out of rhythm. "I've never met someone like you." She whispered, her hands moving up to your neck.

You swallowed dryly, and raised yours to push theirs away. It took all metal and physical control to do it. "That's not right."

"Y/N, please, I don't-"

"Go back inside." You asked without the ability to look her in the eye. "It's Tony Stark you should go home with tonight."

She frowned. "Is that what you want?"

You gave a humorless laugh. "I want to kiss you."

She closed her eyes, leaning her face against yours. Your lips brushed, until the bar door opened again and you walked quickly away.

It was just a couple of drunkenly laughing people walking out, not even noticing you two in the doorway.

Wanda tried to approach again, but you cleared your throat as you took another step away.

"I'll see you on Monday." You warned before turning around, walking away from the pub.

--//--

Things didn't get simple after that.

Wanda seemed magnetic, and was everywhere.

She stood out in her classes, answered all questions and brought the best photographs. She would walk past you in the hallways with intense glances and polite greetings.

But you no longer went out together. Pietro sent a nice message, "Sorry if we made you uncomfortable, I hope things don't get awkward. You are still the coolest teacher in this place."

That was nice, he would also still wave politely if he met you between classes, but nothing more than that.

Almost four months after the encounter in the pub, Natasha approached you in the last period.

"This can't keep happening." She said simply as she walked into your classroom, finding you at your desk working on lesson plans. You raised your eyebrow in doubt.

"What can't keep happening?"

She moved closer, tossed her purse on your desk and crossed her arms. "Passionate glances and sexual hard-on with the Maximoff girl."

You rolled your eyes, going back to writing. "I don't know what you're talking about, Nat."

'God, just ask her out at once!"

"It's against regulations."

"And?"

"And I still need a job to pay my bills."

"So you admit you're interested in her?" she tries with a teasing smile. You let out a laugh.

"I didn't say that."

"But you didn't deny it." She says. "And by the way, it's pretty obvious. If you keep this up, you won't even need to date her before someone notices."

You sigh, and put your pencil down on the paper, turning your gaze to your friend.

"Nat, nothing is going to happen between me and a student, okay?" You assure her with an impartial face. "We had a moment, but it's just a silly crush. I'm sure it will go away soon."

"That's been going on for almost six months." She argues but you go back to writing without giving her any reaction, and the woman sighs in frustration. "Y/N, I just hate to see you so upset."

"I'm not upset."

"Sexually frustrated is the word I was going to use." She returns, making you chuckle.

"Nat, I'm serious." You return. At this point, you think you are trying to convince yourself, much more than her. "Me and Wanda, it's never going to happen. Now, I wonder if you could order us something to eat. I'm starving."

"This discussion isn't over yet." She warns before pulling out her cell phone.

You shake your head, returning your focus to the lesson plan.

--//--

Things started to get out of hand with the beginning of spring.

You were so busy with your classes, and with your growing attraction to a student, that you completely forgot about the spring national photography competition.

At first period, on your way to class, you noticed the new posters on the bulletin board and let out an exclamation.

The dean should have received the competition notice before you did, and warned the students to paste up the big poster announcing the contest early on.

"Great, more work." You whispered ironically as you saw the deadline.

Walking back toward the classroom, you greeted the students politely as you placed the materials on your desk.

It didn't take long before you were approached by two girls, they looked excited.

"Miss Y/L/N, we wanted to know about the spring contest." It was Jean Grey, along with Emma Frost, both talented but undisciplined students. Especially Miss Frost.

"I will explain to the class how the contest works, Miss Grey. Let's wait until everyone is here." You spoke with a smile. "You can go sit down."

It was not complicated at all. Students and aspiring photographers from all over the country had to submit a photograph to compete for a small prize and an exhibition at a gallery chosen by the organizers.

You participated in a few of these back in college.

The only rule of entry was that a professional photographer had to be the mentor submitting the photograph. In other words, your students would have to send their photos to you, and you would have to submit them to the contest.

More work than you already had.

Sighing softly after explaining to everyone, you didn't even try to contain the buzz of excitement in the class, and returned to your seat. The lesson for the day was already on the board.

You had a migraine, and you were not very keen to deal with it.

The students had about two weeks to submit their pictures, but on the very first day you left the room with a folder full of attempts.

Most of them you returned the next class, having enough knowledge and experience to know that they wouldn't make it past the first round. So you were changing your lesson plan to give some tips on photography and what the judges used to evaluate in this contest.

The second batch of photographs was much better than the first, although with a few exceptions.

"Mr.Parker, are you sure you want to submit a photo of Miss Stacy?" you asked as you received the envelope from one of your more clumsy, but also very talented student.

Peter scratched his neck awkwardly. "My prettiest pictures are of her, Miss Y/L/N."

You smiled, finding it cute how in love he looked. "I'm sure they are, Peter. But why don't you try something more organic and less expositional? I hear you like to photograph the city."

"Buildings." He clarified. "I like height."

"That's interesting." You commented. "Tell you what, try photographing that subject. If you don't like the result, I'll send you Miss Stacy's picture."

Peter nodded and then left the room.

You returned to your chair, listening to the rest of the class withdraw.

"Here is my submission Miss Y/L/N." It was Jean Grey who spoke as she approached your desk with a dark envelope. You missed the small giggles of the students who came out after her, picking up the envelope.

As you opened it, you felt your face heat up with embarrassment.

"That's..." You started, and cleared your throat, looking at Jean, who just stared at you with a mischievous expression.

"If you like it, you can even keep it for yourself." She said simply, and gave you a wink, leaving the room. Her friend Emma entwined her arms, and the two of them left giggling and whispering.

You were too shocked to react, but things were even more awkward when the next person to come to your desk was Wanda.

She locked her jaw when she noticed the photo on the table, and you quickly closed the envelope, jutting out the stack of inscriptions.

"Are you really going to keep that one?" she questioned with a raised eyebrow. You loosened your tie gently.

"It is not my place to censor photographs, Miss Maximoff." You spoke up. "Miss Grey is free to send whatever she wishes."

She gave a wry laugh, straightening the strap of her purse on her shoulder. "She certainly wanted someone else to judge her photograph."

"Miss Maximoff, I don't-"

"You don't have to explain anything to me." She interrupts, annoyed. And puts away the white envelope she brought back in her purse. "It's none of my business."

And leaves the room before you can say anything else.

You sigh in frustration. And you open Jean's envelope once more. Nice breasts, but you don't feel anything. You had only been surprised. God, Wanda had no idea how much she had you around her finger.

--//--

Wanda began to treat you differently after the incident with the photograph. You tried not to think too much about her lack of participation in class, or how she no longer greeted you with sweet nothings in the hallways, but only with almost angry looks.

Over the weekend, you thought about it, and decided to return the photo to Jean just before first period.

"I just think you're talented enough without needing to send something like that, Miss Grey." You argued clumsily at the way she was looking at you. "And I'm talking about the beautiful photographs you showed me at the beginning of the semester. I'm sure one of them will secure you a place in the competition."

"Okay, Miss Y/L/N. Thanks for the advice." She spoke docently, and as she accepted the envelope she stroked your hand.

You chuckled awkwardly, thanking the heavens that the hallway was empty. "Miss Grey, please don't act this way. I 'm not-."

"I know, I know." She cut in with a giggle. "Damn, Emma told me you were uptight, but that just makes you sexier."

You felt your face heat up. "Jean, that's enough. This is inappropriate. I'm not interested."

She wasn't offended. She gave an upset pout, but didn't try anything with you again. And she actually submitted a much better picture in the next class.

The problem was that the comments that circulated around the school were very different from reality.

"I can't believe you slept with Jean Grey." Natasha announced as you entered your apartment on Sunday, you were brewing coffee and almost knocked the teapot over in the sink.

"I beg your pardon?" you questioned in surprise, and she laughed as she greeted you with a kiss on the cheek, leaving the groceries on the table.

"I'm the one who should be offended." She returned. "I ran into Darcy in the cashier line and she commented that she was surprised to hear about Jean Grey's advances on you. How do you not tell your best friend something like that?"

You sighed, stroking your forehead. Your migraine was coming back.

"Nat I'm not sleeping with anyone." You clarified, pouring coffee for both of you. "It's true that Jean tried something, but I didn't carry through with it."

"My, my, what a heartbreaker." She teased making you make a face that only made you laugh.

"I swear, I've never been so embarrassed." You recounted. "She basically just handed me a half naked picture at the end of class."

Natasha laughed, finding it funny in your expressions. "My god, these students are getting more and more creative."

"What do you mean?"

She shrugged. "In my first year here, one of the girls tried to leave a panty inside my purse."

You choked on your coffee, looking at her in surprise. Nat only laughed.

"It was funny to see her face when I returned the item in front of the class, and said that if it happened again, I would turn it straight to the dean."

"And it worked?"

"Of course." She said. "Well, I ended up sleeping with her afterwards but that's beside the point."

You let out a laugh, shaking your head. "Jesus, Natasha. I don't know what to say."

She took a sip of her coffee before speaking. "I think you need to relax a little. We're all adults, Y/N. We all know very well what we're doing."

"I don't know about that." You mumbled causing me to smile.

"Well, some know better than others." She teased, causing you to pat her on the shoulder. She laughed. "What I mean is, Grey is what, 22? 23? She's a big girl. If you want to have fun, there's nothing wrong with that.

"I'm not interested in her, Nat." You spoke almost offended. Nat raised her eyebrows.

"Oh, I forgot it's another student you like."

"Shut up." You muttered walking away to the living room. Nat laughed following you.

You had a photo mural for the International European Competition at the end of the year. It was far from finished, but it was your annual project.

Nat stood beside you as you looked at the pictures.

"This is getting really good, and look, I don't know anything about photography." She comments. You thank her, but then sigh.

"I just feel like there's something missing." You say. "My pictures are ... empty."

Nat looks at you curiously, and you look away.

"I just mean that the photos look generic, Nat. I'm shooting what I know will look good on camera, but there's no feeling."

"I can't see that." She returns half-heartedly. "Are you sure you're not putting too much pressure on yourself? You know, as usual."

You shrug, upset. Nat sighs, hugging you from the side. "I'm sure it will all work out, dear. You're the best photographer I know." She spoke and you smiled, pushing your hips against hers.

"I'm the only photographer you know."

"And by god, one is more than enough. You're all anti-social hipsters." She teases making you laugh.

The afternoon with Natasha is fun. You work on fixing a camera you accidentally dropped, and she writes an article on your couch.

And then the last week of registration happens and you think you are going to have a heart attack in every class.

You can't tell if it's related to the rumors or not, but Wanda seems to want to prove that she can mess with your head.

It all starts on Monday, it seems normal at first.

Until Wanda arrives in class in a skirt so short that you can barely teach a word when you catch a glimpse of her crossed legs in the first row.

You lose your train of reasoning, for the fourth time, when she bites down on the pen cap, a short smile on her lips.

Clearing your throat, you do your best to return to explaining.

At the second class, Wednesday, she comes in with three buttons open and her cleavage almost leaves you drooling.

"Are you all right, Miss Y/L/N?" It is Peter Parker who asks, when you suddenly shut up in the middle of the explanation, because you were wondering how Wanda's breasts would feel in your mouth.

You shake your head quickly, loosening the tie that seemed to tighten around your neck suddenly.

"Sorry, guys, I'm a little distracted." You spoke clumsily, ignoring Wanda's little smile in your direction. "Where did I stop?"

It's not until the last Friday class that you think you can breathe again.

Wanda was absent.

You wanted to control your curiosity, but as soon as her empty seat is the only one in the class, you are asking.

"Does anyone know where Miss Maximoff is?"

The room exchanges glances, and it is Emma Frost who answers after a moment. "I don't think she's coming, teacher. Her brother is in the hospital."

You frown in concern, but Emma quickly adds. "He's fine, it's nothing serious."

A few boys in the background giggled, you raised your eyebrow in curiosity. Emma sighed, "It's just that he got into a fight in the dorm last night. The guys got drunk and stupid, and it looks like he got into a fight with Clint Barton. I'm not sure, but he fell down the stairs.

"Or was pushed." Peter Parker added, causing the room to erupt in buzz.

You sighed, nodding for the class to calm down. "Please, let's not get into gossip right now. Thank you for the clarification, Miss Frost. Now please open your books."

You tried to ignore your concern for Pietro and Wanda, but you couldn't.

Then on Saturday morning you were in the waiting room of the university hospital, the campus building a block away from your apartment.

Fortunately, you managed to convince Natasha to go with you.

"I don't even know the boy properly and you want me to go visit him?" She questioned confused when you told her to go with you.

"Please, Nat, I can't just show up there without being a stranger. You pleaded.

She sighed, but agreed. And after coffee you were in the infirmary.

"I'll wait for you here, try not to turn into a complete mess when I see his sister." She scoffs with an open magazine in her lap, sitting down in the waiting room as soon as the receptionist takes your name down.

Pietro's room is filled with 'get well soon' balloons and even flowers and teddy bears. He is lying there, his foot in a cast and hanging in the air, watching TV.

"Miss Y/L/N! Good to see you!" He says contentedly as soon as you knock on the ajar door.

A tall man was sitting in the armchair in the bedroom, cross-legged and a book in his hand, and raised his eyebrows in curiosity as he saw you enter.

Pietro quickly added. "Papa, this is Y/N, she's from the university."

"Oh, hello." Speaks the man with a smile, getting up and leaving his book on the table. "You never properly introduce your friends to me, Pietro."

He approaches to shake your hand and you quickly add. "Actually, I'm the photography teacher."

"And my friend too." Pietro speaks as if it were obvious, smiling.

His father laughs softly. "Well, professor, I'm Erik. It's a pleasure."

"Likewise." You say.

You turn to Pietro next "And how are you, Mr. Maximoff?"

He laughs at the formality. "Just Pietro is fine, Miss Y/L/N. I already said that."

You chuckle awkwardly, and Pietro's father sits back in the armchair, looking interested in the book he was reading.

"I heard it was an accident." You comment, and Pietro shrugs, but his father laughs humorlessly.

"I call it assault." He comments wryly, his eyes on the book in his lap.

"Papa-"

"In fact, that reminds me, I've set up a meeting with the dean." Erik interrupts seriously, returning the book to the headboard and standing up. "I told him that I would like to talk to Mr.Barton about this absurd incident, and the security measures of the dormitories. Please excuse me."

As soon as you are left alone, Pietro sighs upset. "He's going to make it so much bigger than it really was."

"Do you mind telling me what happened?" You ask.

"It was something stupid, actually." Pietro says. "We drank too much, and at some point we started fighting. Clint had an argument with one of the Tech kids who asked him to turn the music down, and one of them pushed him. But he tripped over the speaker wire, which fell on my back. By the time I realized I was already downstairs."

"Shit, Pietro."

"It was an accident." He spoke up. "But I won't be able to run for a while, and Dad was pretty unhappy. I'm trying to talk him out of suing Clint's family."

"That sounds pretty extreme." You mutter. "But I think your father is just worried."

He laughs short. "No, he just wanted me in the Olympics. Papa loves that sort of thing in election season. Now he'll just have to settle for Wanda and her photographs."

You frown slightly, and he adds. "Not that there's anything wrong with photography. It's just that papa thinks it's a hobby, and not a real job."

"Oh, I get it." You say. And you look around, noting only now that he had a few too expensive gifts to have been given by other students. You assumed they were from sponsors or friends of his father. "And how does Wanda feel about that? About your father's opinions on photography I mean."

Pietro shrugs his shoulders. "What do you think? It's horrible. She puts too much pressure on herself, because it seems like she has to be exceptional and perfect in every take, to prove that what she's doing is good enough. I just wish she would relax, and was able to take selfies like everyone else."

You smile, nodding. You really understand the feeling.

Before you can add anything, the door opens again, and Wanda appears.

You shift the weight of your feet, and she smiles in surprise. "I didn't know you were stopping by, Miss Y/L/N."

"I just came to wish your brother well." You say quickly, being aware of your clumsiness and Pietro's curious look at you. "I think I'd better go now."

You nod in farewell, as Wanda hands Pietro a cup of hot chocolate.

Just as you leave the room, you hear footsteps and the door, and turn to find Wanda behind you. "Miss Y/L/N, can I ask you something?"

"You just did." You joke making her smile.

"It's about the contest." She says. "Was the deadline really yesterday?"

You put your hands in your pockets. "Well, technically I have until seven o'clock on Sunday to submit."

"Really?" She exclaimed excitedly. "Would you mind accepting one last late application? Please. I know I shouldn't ask but I-"

"Of course, Wanda." You speak quickly. And then you let out an awkward laugh. "It's not exactly an exception, after all you even have a doctor's note. You can email it to me as soon as you get back to your dorm."

"Thank you very much." She speaks smiling, and hesitates as she moves toward you, changing her mind about hugging you. All she does is squeeze your forearm for a moment, and pull away.

You swallow dryly. "W-well, I'll better be going now. Have a good day."

"You too."

Natasha can notice your reddened cheeks as you walk back into the waiting room and raise an eyebrow.

"Don't even start." You warn her, making her laugh before walking you to the exit.

--//--

You check your inbox several times on Saturday, but Wanda sends nothing.

On Sunday you have to finish developing some photographic film for your next class and leave after lunch for the main building, intending to go to the darkroom next to your classroom and work on it for the rest of the afternoon.

You are already a few hours into it when you hear someone knocking on the door.

Figuring it was Natasha with an invitation for a snack, you just say "Come in" without taking your attention away from the proceedings.

"Hi."

You turn around so quickly that your neck makes a noise. "Miss Maximoff! Hey! Hi."

She smiles shyly, an envelope in her hands. "I came to drop off my picture."

"Oh, right." You speak. "You can leave it on my desk."

She nods, and you smile before turning your attention back to the photos in front of you.

But Wanda doesn't leave, just moves closer to you to look at the photos.

"They are very pretty." She comments beside you, and you ignore your quickened heartbeat because of the closeness.

"Thank you." You return. "They're for the next class. Technically, you shouldn't see them before your classmates." You joke, and Wanda smiles, placing the envelope on the empty space on the table.

"Miss Y/L/N?" She catches your eye. "Would you mind looking at my picture now? I want to make sure it's good enough to send."

"Sure." You say gently, drawing the envelope on the table toward you as Wanda waited.

There were two pictures inside. The first one, was incredible. It looked like one of the ones you looked at in the gallery in London at the exhibition where you met Pietro. It was melancholy and well-lit.

The second one made your breath catch. Wanda bit her lips, delighting in your reaction.

"Did you like it, Professor?" She whispered, so close you could feel her breath against your neck. "Did you like it better than the one Jean sent you?"

"Fuck." You gasped, placing the pictures on the table, and closing your eyes for a moment. Big mistake, as the image of the photo, Wanda wearing only a bra, touching herself with her legs spread towards the camera, seemed to stick in your mind. "Miss Maximoff, what do you think you are doing?"

Wanda didn't answer, risking rubbing her lips against your cheek, her breath just as out of rhythm as yours.

Her right hand went up your arm and the other felt your fingers on the table. She leaned in, kissing the corner of your mouth and you used all the remaining control in your body to pull away at once.

"No, that's not right." You warned, feeling your shirt collar too tight, or rather, the dark room seemed more suffocating than usual.

Wanda let out a frustrated grumble, but she didn't give up. "I know you feel what's between us, too."

"No." You snapped back, pressing your face into your hands for a moment, trying to regain control of the situation. “I told you this is never happening.”

"I took that picture thinking of you." She declares simply, and you turn around breathlessly. "I like to imagine it's your tongue inside me."

You gasp, and move against her all at once, kissing her hard.

Wanda melts, matching you in the same intensity, and moaning softly as she feels your tongue slide against hers, hungrily devouring her.

Your hands pull her up onto the table, and she entwines her legs around your waist, gasping at the new friction of your hips against her.

You can't remember why you resisted her for so long.

Everything is intoxicating. Her lips, her tongue, her smell, her taste. You break the kiss to attack her neck, your hands clawing their way under her skirt as hers squeezes her shoulders.

Wanda chokes as you suck the skin from her neck, throwing her hips against nothing, trying to ease the pain between her legs.

"Please." She whimpers. "I need you to touch me."

You wouldn't deny it, dying to know how she feels in your fingers.

Your hands find her panties, and you pull the fabric down to her knees, leaving her exposed under her skirt.

Then there is a knock on the door, and Wanda's eyes widen, trying to pull away, but you hold her in place by the waist.

"Y/N, are you there?" Natasha's voice from the other side.

"Yes, Nat." You shout back without taking your eyes off the girl in front of you, who has reddened cheeks but is looking at you in a mixture of confusion and excitement. "Don't come in here, I've already started work."

"No problem, I just came to invite you to dinner." She clarifies. You don't respond, and raise a finger to your own lip, signaling for Wanda to be silent.

With your other hand, you grope your way up her thighs, and tease the entrance to her exposed pussy with your fingers.

Wanda bites her lips hard to be silent, breathing shallowly as she feels you slowly massaging her clit.

"Will you be long?" Nat shouts from the other side. You let out a low moan as you penetrate Wanda with two fingers at once, sinking in easily from the way she is wet.

She makes a noise with her throat, digging her nails into your arms and closing her eyes tightly.

"No, Nat." You warn back, moving your fingers inside the girl in front of you, feeling her pussy tighten at your fingerprints. "Almost done."

Wanda throbs at the cocky way you spoke, making you grin.

"I'm going to order Chinese food!" Nat shouts from the other side, and you force your fingers hard against Wanda, and she gasps, her legs trembling against you as she covers her mouth with her hand, unable to stay silent as she feels you increase the speed.

As you fuck her fast and hard against your fingers, holding her in place with a grip on her waist, your palm pressing against her clit, you speak aloud:

"Pick option twelve for me, Nat!" You ask, your voice a little hoarse from the excitement of feeling Wanda soaking wet in your fingers.

"Okay, honey!" Nat shouts back, and you hear her footsteps move away, probably to call the restaurant outside, since the signal in the classroom was so bad.

With that, Wanda allows herself to make more noise, and you let out a satisfied giggle as you feel her pussy clench against your fingers, signaling how close she was.

"Will you cum for me, babygirl? Go on. Make a mess on my fingers."

One deep stroke was all it took for Wanda to reach her height, soaking your palm with her back arched, her right hand covering her mouth tightly and her left hand digging her nails into your shoulder.

The most beautiful image you have ever seen.

You pulled her hand away from her mouth and kissed her intensely, but she could barely respond, trying to recover from her recent orgasm.

She whimpered against your lips, feeling your fingers teasing her even after the climax, and grabbed your wrist, begging you to stop.

You smiled against her mouth, and removed your hand, making her sigh.

Thinking it best not to taste her so you could let her go, you wiped your hand on her skirt.

"Wait five minutes after I leave to do the same." You warned, and Wanda looked at you immeditately, almost upset, assuming it was just sex for you. You stroked her cheek to reassure her. "Do you know where I live?"

She nodded, and you smiled. "If you want this to continue, I'll wait for you at my apartment. I just need to say goodbye to Natasha first."

You kissed her one last time before pulling away, not ignoring the way your body was begging you to stay.

In the hallway, you didn't even have to make up an excuse.

"I swear to god, you must be trying to lose your job." Nat commented with crossed arms and an amused expression.

You felt your face heat up. "How did you...?"

"Nobody moans while taking pictures, Y/N." She scoffs, and you mumble in embarrassment. "I ordered extra food to go, they'll deliver it to your apartment. Nice dinner for you both, even though you already had dessert." She teases last with an insinuating look, making you laugh awkwardly.

You return to the darkroom before Wanda leaves, finding her fixing her skirt and messy hair.

"Would you like to have dinner with me?" That's the first thing you say as you enter.

Wanda smiles, blushing, and nods.

You hold out your hand for her to hold.

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Graffitied A National Icon (Darcy Lewis x Steve Rogers Soulmate AU)

Authors’ Note: I haven’t written in a while and this fic is not betta’d. Hopefully you all enjoy it even though it’s just a little drabble I worked up between classes.

Soulmate AU: The very first words your Soulmate speaks to you are written permanently somewhere on your skin.

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Darcy was surrounded by super smart super talented people 24/7 but Darcy had a super power of her own. Darcy was super at doing things she wasn’t supposed to. In fourth grade she snuck into the teachers lounge just because she wanted to. At the age of 14 she snuck into the only dive bar in town and actually snagged a beer before the bartender noticed she most certainly did not belong. As a PoliSci major she made a point to break in to the secure science labs at Culver just to sit around and do her homework just so one day someone would catch her. She had gotten in to trouble her whole life by being in places she didn’t belong, and when asked why she always said “it’s fate”.

Written around Darcy’s left bicep in scratchy penmanship were the words “you’re not supposed to be in here”. Her soul mark, which she had had since birth, was a heavy influence on why Darcy Lewis was such a troublemaker. She had spent her whole life doing things she shouldn’t hoping to meet her soulmate. That’s what made her apply for Jane’s internship in New Mexico (the science credits were just a bonus). She knew fate had everything under control, but she was impatient and decided if she could help things along she totally would.

But ever since Darcy and Jane started working in the Tower she had gotten a hell of a lot of false positives. She tried to sneak into every secure floor in the tower and most certainly got caught every single time. Darcy wasn’t deterred though, the false positives sucked but she had found away around that. Now whenever she got caught she said the most outlandish random phrase that came to her mind so there would be no mistake in who her soulmate actually was. Did it add on to her trouble maker reputation? Absolutely. Was it worth hearing all the funny gossip about “Foster’s crazy intern”? Hell yeah. So while Jane was working on repairing the Rainbow Bridge of Love (“Darce stop calling it that!”) Darcy was getting into trouble and trying not to think too hard about how she was already 26 years old and had yet to meet her soulmate.

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Darcy should have known that Thor would crash land into their Lab on a Thursday (he pretends that’s not the case but it is hella suspicious how many times he’s come to town on Thursdays, she is pretty sure he knows what he’s doing). Jane of course was so excited to see her alien god of a soulmate that she didn’t even really notice that Thor’s entrance had caused all of her files to explode into a tornado of papers that Darcy was pretty sure she got a paper cut to the cheek from. And despite Darcy’s annoyance and having papers strewn all over the lab that she had so diligently organized, she couldn’t help but smile as she watched her best friend/boss cling to Thor like a barnacle on a boat. Her smile quickly faded into a frown as Jane started to literally climb Thor like a tree. The reunion was going from PG to X rated fast and Darcy did not want to see what was coming next.

“Jane if I organize all of the papers your destructive boyfriend just destroyed and finish your filing for tonight so that you can go have the rest of the day with your boyfriend can I have your access card?” Darcy was sure Jane hadn’t been fully listening, her mouth still attached to Thor’s face. But she handed over her lanyard with her security pass and started dragging Thor to the exit so Darcy counted it as win.

“Jarvis, you do have on record that Jane gave this to me of her own free will, right?” She asked looking up at the ceiling with a smile.

“Of course, Ms. Lewis.” The AI replied in a somewhat smug tone. Darcy figured that he would be more concerned as to why she would need someone else’s security badge but she was pretty sure Jarvis knew the real reason for all of her B&E’s and knew she didn’t mean any harm.

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Looking up at the clock Darcy did wish she hadn’t been such a good friend because it was already 10pm and she had a paper due by midnight that she had planned on getting done after she was scheduled to leave for the day. She chewed absentmindedly on the back of her pen wondering if her professor would give her an extension if she told him an alien had crash landed in her workplace, which was technically true! She could even type up some formal letter on Stark Industries letterhead, get Tony to sign it, make it real official like but somehow she didn’t think Professor Tight-Ass would go for that though (He already couldn’t stand her since SHEILD had pulled some strings to get her into his class halfway through the semester).

Darcy stretched and sighed, “Jarvis, you think you could ask Dum-E to finish organizing these papers for me? I’ll upload some of those funny robot videos you like to your server and I’ll tell you where Tony hid Dum-E’s fire extinguisher!” She said as she gave the nearest security camera her biggest pout face ever.

“Are you trying to bribe me Ms. Lewis?” The AI replied in a dry tone. Darcy swore that if he had a physical form he’d be smirking. Leave it to Stark to program a computer to be just as sassy as him.

“No JARVIS, I would never bribe you. I just like to keep you all happy, so when the robots rise up and become our overlords you will take kindly to me.” She smirked up at the ceiling.

“I will help you only if you agree to not warn your fellow humans about our plan for uprising.” Replied the AI in the most serious tone Darcy had ever heard him use.

“Oh 100% J-man, scouts honor” she said excitedly holding up three fingers and crossing her heart. She packed up her things hurriedly. She had 2 more hours until her paper was due and if she snuck upstairs to the Avengers lounge and stole some of Tony’s super coffee (“apparently Super Hero’s shouldn’t do speed so Tony had created his own legal — if not lethal — version) she could totally get it done with time to spare. And if that also accomplished her goal of being somewhere she shouldn’t then that was just a bonus (although hopefully if she got caught it wouldn’t be till after she finished her assignment).

She hustled out of the lab, making sure to lock up and headed to the elevator, pushing the floor for the Avengers lounge and swiping Jane’s card for clearance when prompted. When the doors opened Darcy stuck her head out peeking around the corner to make sure the coast was clear. It was, so she sprinted to the coffee maker and quickly whipped up Tony’s insane form of caffeine. She poured the dark sludge into a travel mug and was headed back towards the lounge area with laptop in hand, planning to curl up on the couch and type away when she heard the Avengers only elevator on the other side of the room ding. Darcy froze, having no where to hide and she was hoping if she was really still that maybe she wouldn’t be noticed (hey it wasn’t such a bad idea, one of Thor’s alien friends had been able to do it!”) Of course she should’ve known that it wouldn’t work because there stood Captain America himself, with a frown on his beautifully chiseled face.

“You’re not supposed to be in here.” He said sternly. It only took him two strides to make it over to her and grabbed her forearm to keep her from running.

“How did you get up here?” He asked using the most authoritative voice Darcy had ever heard.

If she hadn’t been so distracted about her paper being due and the fact that Captain America was drop dead gorgeous even if he was scary as hell Darcy would have noticed how her soul mark was starting to tingle, and not because of the man’s hold on her arm.

“I tricked my boss and bribed my robot overlord so I could steal Tony Starks’ coffee to finish my homework…” She blurted out, not even trying to stick to her normal routine of saying something crazy, she was just so intimidated that the word vomit just found its way out. Her arm was still in one piece so she figured that was a good sign and kept going, “…Thor crash landed in our lab and ruined all my paperwork so I had to stay and fix it but I have a paper due for a class due at midnight and I know my professor won’t give me an extension cause I am pretty sure he’s sexist — which really isn’t cool especially cause we totally need more women in stem — so then I thought about having Tony write me a “the alien ate my homework” letter but Professor Tight-ass wouldn’t buy it anyways so I thought if I could just snag some of Stark’s special coffee then I could actually get a 10 page paper accomplished in time. I know I could get it done, that coffee is like legal Speed—actually it may not be legal but he said it doesn’t show up on a drug test so that’s good enough for me…”. Darcy took a huge gulp of air and was ready to continue rambling until she noticed that the Captain was laughing at her.

He was still holding on to her arm but his other hand was clutching his chest and he was outright full on belly laughing at her. She would have been annoyed if he hadn’t been so damn cute doing it.

“I’m sorry, ma’am.” He said as he wiped tears from his eyes, “I don’t mean to laugh but when I was alerted to a security threat in the middle of the night I did not expect it to be my soulmate”.

Darcy’s mouth dropped open in astonishment. “Please please please tell me that that whole spiel is not your soulmark!” And when he nodded sheepishly she hid her head in her hands mumbling “Oh my god, I’ve basically word graffitied a national icon.”

—-

Steve had just gotten back from some recon and hadn’t even had time to change out of his tactical gear before his phone had alerted him to a breech to the Avengers’ common room. He rushed up to the level and tried not to be swayed by who he saw standing in the middle of the room. He had never seen her before, surely he would remember a beautiful dame like that. She looked like a deer in headlights, her blue eyes big a saucers as she stood there frozen. He immediately wanted to console her, to tell her that he wasn’t something to be scared of but he knew that Hydra was clever, that despite the stark industries badge around her neck identifying her as Dr. Foster, she was just the type of person people would assume wasn’t a threat and he was not going to make that mistake.

Steve grabbed her arm in a vice grip trying not to notice how fragile she felt beneath his fingers. “You’re not supposed to be in here” he said putting the full weight of Captain America behind his voice. He didn’t think the girls eyes could get any wider but they did and he swore he heard a whimper before she spoke. She spoke so fast that Steve almost hadn’t been able to understand her. Despite his super abilities the girl was talking so fast that it took him a minute to register exactly what she was saying and what it meant and when he did he couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

When the girl finally stopped talking and looked at him confused Steve tried to gather himself. “I’m sorry ma’am, I don’t mean to laugh but when I was alerted to a security threat in the middle of the night I did not expect it to be my soulmate”.

“Please please please tell me that that whole spiel is not your soulmark!” The girl exclaimed and Steve was suddenly nervous. He wouldn’t be surprised if she rejected him, clearly being soulmates with Captain America was a lot to handle especially for a civilian and he wouldn’t blame her if she escaped as fast as she could. But he swallowed hard and nodded sheepishly, trying to hide the blush that he could feel rising up his neck. The girls next words were not something he had expected but Steve though that he should probably get used to expecting the unexpected when it came to his soulmate.

“Oh my god, I’ve basically word graffitied a national icon.”

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Darcy was in shock, standing in front of her was Captain America who after all he had been through, had to live with her word vomit permanently inked on his skin. She peeked through her fingers, seeing if he was still standing there. He was, and he was smiling at her with a perplexed look on his face that was adorable as hell. She was royally screwed. She cleared her throat, wiping her palms on the front of her jeans she stuck out her hand “Darcy Lewis, Science Wrangler and Word Vomit Queen at your service.”

She tried not to wobble as the full force of the mans smile hit her, god how had she gotten this lucky? She had won the soulmate lottery.

“Steve Rogers’, Avenger and luckiest guy in the world to get to call a spit fire like you his soulmate.”

The blush that swept over Darcy’s face was so hot she though she might start to sweat. She never blushed, and now just one smooth line from the handsome man in front of her had her weak at the knees. Instead of letting go of Steve’s hand she held on firmly and tossed her laptop onto the couch as she drug him back towards the elevator In which she came.

“Well Stevie, looks like I owe you at least dinner for this whole debacle, have you ever had Thai food?” When he shook his head no she smiled and squeezed his hand. “You’re gonna love it.”

He smiled at her as the doors to the elevator closed

“I think I love it already.”

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diary-of-deadweight · 4 years ago

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Masterlist.

Fic Idea by @leximills666

“Anything new?” You asked, sitting yourself in the spare chair between Darcy and Jimmy, who handed you your cup of caffeine. “If you consider Pietro teaching the twins how to stream snacks from the kitchen then no.” Jimmy spoke up, his eyes glued intently to the television for any missable details that could play in your favour. “But Jimmy did almost spill coffee onto Director Hayward.” Darcy shoots the mortified male a amused look as you slapped a hand onto his shoulder, trying so hard not to burst out laughing at the mental image that gave you an good amount of serotonin, “I’d pay good money to see you actually do it, serves him right for calling my friend a terroist.”

It was common knowledge that you and the Maximoff twins were close friends after their introduction to the Avengers as you were gaining some semblance of understanding of your teleportation powers and it’s limitations before trauma bonding with the pair over being Hydras successful lab rats. So when Hayward slagged off Wanda it took Darcy, Monica and Jimmy to hold you back from ending his whole career John Wick style. The bastard got real lucky but you couldn’t promise that the next time was going to have him leave a briefing room without a few bruises and even bruised ego. Fuelled by the frustration of recent events that left you feeling helpless as you were forced to watch the sitcom shenanigans Wanda and her dead yet somehow not dead husband and her adorable twins get into that only made it feel like a horror after they end, leaving you with more questions then answers that weighed on your darkening eyebags and breaking every last ounce of paitience you once thought you had along with the sleepless nights of theorising that went nowhere without someone bringing up a flaw made keeping your powers in check a little more difficult that you’d scare Jimmy, Darcy and Monica on a plethora of occasions.

You just wanted to get them out and be done with Hayward’s suspicious ass. I mean it was clear as fuck that vision was in bits and pieces in the video servalence footage. What was he doing with him? Why did he wait this long to show everyone something that would’ve benefited the opertation from the beginning? THAT was suspicious behaviour and yet no one was gonna question it?! Gotta love corruption I guess. “Anything new Dr Lewis?” Speaking of corruption, here it was in human form standing behind you there with his ‘stick up his ass’ attitude; it really pissed you off that you’d love nothing more then to slam your fist into him punchable bitch face until it’s unreagnisable. Sensing your hatred and thirst for violence, Jimmy places a hand on your shoulder and gave you a stern look that read ‘no...not yet at least.’ Sighing you gave him a passable smile before talking a long sip of coffee, making sure to slurp annoyingly loud as possible when Hayward looked at you unamused that you couldn’t help retaliating with a tight lipped smile and the middle finger. Darcy had to cover her mouth from bursting out in hysterics while Jimmy sighed like a disappointed parent but you knew he was trying to hold it together internally as Darcy was. “Nothing worth reporting back on sir.”

Hayward didn’t say anything other then let out a grunt then making his way out of the room not without a snarky comment from you of course, “don’t let the door hit you on the way out directior” to which he replied with as swiftly “appreciate the concern (l/n).” Making sure he was out of sight Darcy burst out laughing so hard she had to lean against you for support while Jimmy allowed himself to chuckle a little had your chest warming up, erasing any forms of pent up frustration like magic. Spending time with these beautiful bastards were what made the sleepless nights worth it in your opinion, knowing that you weren’t alone in wanting to help Wanda instead of harm. “What’re they laughing at?” Monica asked, a dazzling smile adorned her face as she nursed her own coffee between her hands; You shrugged nonchalantly looking back at her with fake innocence that told her more then she needed to know. “The sleep deprivation must’ve caught up to them.”

“Shut up!” The dark haired woman nudged you in the side, almost spilling your coffee in the process, “(y/n) threw some serious sass at Hayward earlier, should’ve been there Monica it was hysterical.” Monica only laughed in response as she patted you on the back, proud that she wasn’t the only one sick of Hayward’s shit, “I guess I should’ve. Would make a great memeory to share in the future” she sat in the chair next to Darcy turning her attention to the screen where Pietro was attempting to be slick and nab a snack while Wanda was cutting onions unflinchingly, only to slip and land flat on his back scaring Wanda as the unseen audicene laughed. Stupid and as cheesy as it was it didn’t fail to make you crack a smile while reminiscing of a similar memory that stuck out like a sore thumb. You and Pietro thought it be a great idea to compete against one another in order to see who’d get to the kitchen first, spoiler: he won by a narrow margin, that still had you calling him a cheat to this day, and decided to hide from you behind the counter like the little shit that he was. Long story short you entered the kitchen thinking you won, he jumps out scaring you so badly that you end up teleporting ontop of him.

“Hey (y/n).” Darcy’s voice brought you back from your thoughts and to reality. The thought of teleporting in there and getting your friends out has been a recurring one though your required to feel someone’s energy signature and with how well getting inside visuals went the likelihood of you sensing Pietro or Wanda for that case wasn’t going to be a piece of cake if it was you’d already have done it by now. “Yes Dr Lewis?” “Think you could-“ teleport inside? Trust me I’ve thought the same thing but the barrier is a major issue standing in my way of actually getting inside and out without trouble.” Despite all odds that didn’t stop you from wanting to give it a try if it meant trapping yourself also you wouldn’t hesitate to do it in a heartbeat. So it took your friends aback when you abruptly stood up from your chair, shoving your coffee into Jimmy’s hands and made a mad dash out of the room and down the corridor unapologetically shoving everyone aside with Monica and Darcy in hot pursuit while poor Jimmy placed your coffee down by your chair and bolted in hopes of catching up but when he did you were already teleported into the barrier that was dragging you into Westview before their eyes.

“(Y/n)!!!!” Monica yelled as she ran towards you, hand outstretched to pull you back but only grasped air when you disappeared form sight, she was so close to saving you but was too late non the less. Darcy and Jimmy shared a look as they came to her side as the feeling of helplessness became more evident within them. “Come on Monica, we can probably catch them on the television.” She said solemnly as they walked back to base.

-meanwhile in Westview-

Scared and confused you found yourself wandering aimlessly down the streets in your new attire of plaid shirt, leather jacket, high waisted trousers, converse and a locket that help a picture of you, Pietro and Wanda inside before finding yourself on your ass looking up at a silver haired male in a black leather jacket, Hawaiian shirt, jeans and worn down sneakers.

“What the-,” his chocolate eyes widened as they landed on your face, “(y/n)?! Is that you?!” His voice was just as you remembered it you smirked, outstreching a hand in a silent jesture to be helped up, “you think I’d let you wander too far?” He chuckled, hauling you off the floor and into his arms, face buried into his neck savouring the brunt sugar smell you’ve missed so much. “I should’ve guessed you’d be several steps behind.” He whispered into your hair, placing a kiss there, immediately comforting you before pulling away to drag you down the street without explanation towards a familiar house that belonged to the auburn haired female who was currently cleaning up after her kids when she saw Pietro, giving him that parental stare. “You’re a bad influence on my kids Pietro, you’re lucky to be my brother or I would’ve blasted across town by now.”

‘Well that ain’t foreboding at all.’ You thought to yourself as you took in the fact that you were finally reunited with the people who meant the most to you, you couldn’t remember when you got here nor how other then the fact that you wanted to visit Pietro and Wanda and that you could teleport. “If it’s any constellation, look who finally decided to pay us a visit.” The silver haired male stepped aside to reveal you in all your unsure glory as Wanda’s eyes widened like they did with Pietro but she didn’t any waste time in running towards you and holding your face in her hands, tears lining her eyes and you couldn’t help but lean into her warmth. “(Y/n)?” She whispered softly. “Hi Wanda, sorry I’m late.” You said as Pietro held both of you close to his chest protectively while Wanda laughed weakly her hand dropping you grasp yours tightly, “all is forgiven now that we’re together...as we should be.” Her eyes flashed red for a split second.

“Yeah, together at last.”

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starshipsofstarlord · 4 years ago

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Online dating

darcy lewis x reader / masterlist

summary; darcy decides to try a dating app, least to say, the guy isn’t anything like his picture. and thus she ditches him, and finds someone else in a hot second / warnings; the oc guys in this fic are dicks, homophobia, darcy being bae, swearing, mentions of sex and cheating, mentions of joy x reader.

he was a polar opposite to what he had portrayed his online self to be, screw the internet! this date was truly tragic, darcy had plenty of things that she could be better using her time for, rather than sitting opposite this oaf, that was licking his unappealing lips, and staring at the waitress when he thought that she didn’t notice.

“huh?” the scientific doctor pulled her phone out, ushering a puzzled expression on her face as she stared at the blank screen. she of course recognised that no one was making any attempts to contact her, but he didn’t know that. “one second.” she held her finger up, bringing the phone to her ear as she blabbered into the speaker that was inherently catching nothing that she was saying.

“slow down jane.” darcy falsely ushered, using her hands to exaggerate the conversation in her head. she put the phone down, a facade of panic elaborating behind her spectacle adorned eyes as she grabbed her belongings in a frenzy, standing upright and out of her seat. “im so sorry, my friend has just hit some guy with her car and she needs some moral support. tonight is going to have to be cut extremely short.”

short was a relief, but the hopeful expression on this dude’s face wasn’t. perhaps it was cruel to leave this guy hanging, and well, she couldn’t blame him for wanting more, she sent him an awkward smile as he began to speak. “we should do this again some time - properly.” darcy wasn’t dumb, she noticed how his eyes sped to the side as the curvy waitress walked by.

“sure...” no, definitely not. darcy was well aware that she was wasting her time with this moron, she didn’t need a man, let alone a dweeb of one. a quick wave was all she bade him as she exited the coffee shop, only to become engrossed in a scene erupting on the local streets. there was a woman, flinging shirts, and a bra within the bundle that looked as though it was not her size, what was she thinking, clearly it wasn’t, at said example of figurative masculinity.

“screw you durkus!” any guy named ‘durkus’ was basically a label confirming that he was a dick. “i don’t need you, nor the next man! i am a well established woman who has done more for this country than you could ever know, you’re dust beneath my feet, a pathetic layer of residue that i want nothing more to brush off.” perhaps she was being harsh, but it sounded like he deserved it.

from the red lipstick, that the woman was not at all sporting, from the random bra that she had flung at her partner, it was a safe bet to assume that he had cheated on her. darcy plodded closer, listening whimsically in, and realising that her life was pretty calm, there were no longer asguardians or dark elves infiltrating her life, nor the work that she had attained to field in.

she had only recently earned herself the title of doctor, and it was frustrating that people would assume that she opted for a profession in a hospital room, or they would forget the professional endorsement all together, and address her as ‘miss lewis’. she was no one’s puppet, she had scaled herself up the ladder of her career to be where she was now, but another thing that she was alongside such a wave of potential was a feminist.

this dick was shouting in the streets, calling her inexplicable names such as a ‘whore’, and a ‘two faced bitch’. having the ability to hear the insults brew anger in her stomach, she couldn’t just stand there. “what are you going to do, turn into a complete lesbian?” now that was the last straw, it had darcy marching over, and promptly she shoved the guy, making him drop all the items that were grasped in the basket of his arms.

a flabbergasted ‘huh’ was riveted from him, and it made darcy smirk as she attuned his attention towards her; the stranger that had gotten involved in his public display of disrespect and homophobia. “how about you watch your damned mouth before i make sure you can’t open it again. and whilst you’re at it, get some new shirts, you’re not a model, unless you’re the kind that are put on prison pamphlets.”

“who the fuck are you?” he spat his saliva on the ground by darcy’s feet, establishing her with the information that her first impression of this dick had been correct. women just knew with this kind of thing, they could sense trouble from a mile away. “you know what, keep that crazy bitch. maybe you can help her store her katanas, and go on double dates with danny rand and his plus one. rather you than me.”

“don’t ask.” the woman shook her head, tired of the drama that durkus always seemed to bring. she had enough trouble, involving work and extracurricular night time activities, without him adding to them. darcy presented her with a sweet smile, picking up the box of random bits and bobs that was on the floor. “that’s just work stuff, i’m moving offices and as i came to collect some things from our apartment, and i found him- well let’s just say he wasn’t alone.”

“that was pretty easy to pick up on. how’d you not realise that you were dating a total sleaze?” she was blunt with her enquiry, though the woman shrugged, a guilty expression cowering upon your features, like an ashamed shadow. a small, attractive smile graced her lips, secrets hidden beneath the span of the expression.

“oh, i knew. i just had to pretend to be happy, so that my ex, or well now, my other ex joy would stop chastising me, claiming that i haven’t got over her. she’s so up her own ass sometimes and it drives me- shit, i’m sorry, you don’t know me, nor do you need to hear about my problems.” the y/h/c haired woman shook her head, stretching her hand out to miss lewis. “i’m y/n, thanks a bunch for helping me out back there.”

darcy accepted her handshake, completing the action as she smiled. “i’m darcy.” this woman didn’t need to know about her doctor title, in fact, darcy was keen on knowing everything about her instead. “so’d how you meet him?” referring to the person that had most recently became y/n’s ex. y/n was relieved that darcy had shown up, she was sure she’d have used her martial art training for more than composition; she’d have kicked durkus’ flat ass.

“on a dating app.” it was a normal answer, she wouldn’t share the intel that before that she had saved his ass whilst wearing a black hood, stopping him from getting mugged in the dead of night. perhaps she should have saved someone else that particular late evening. darcy couldn’t help but let a small laugh out, finding both their circumstances quite amusing. she was sure a similar situation would have unfolded if she had decided to regularly see the date that she ditched.

“online dating man, it sucks, am i right?” it had quite the reputation, for the two of them especially. “maybe we should just date each other.” she joked, though she was being partially serious. it felt right, they had bumped randomly into one another’s faulted situations on the same day, it almost felt like fate, though that subject was too cheesy to say aloud.

“well doctor lewis, i would not at all mind going on a date with you.” darcy frowned at the title that she had been called, pointing at the side of the woman’s jacket, that had a recyclable label stuck upon the material. “so you majored in science, if i am correct?” finally, someone got it! she could get used to that.

y/n did not appear as a deity nor a creature from another realm, she was normal. or so as far as the eye could tell, in fact, she did not suspect a thing from this woman, much less to be a defender of the earth that worked in a small and less know league than the avengers, yet still roamed the us to protect its people.

darcy though had won this battle for her though, giving her a moment of peace from fighting, and had idly sent durkus on his route far away. y/n could get used to not being the hero all the time, more so if this doctor was her knight in shining armour.

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my-emotional-self · 4 years ago

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Toxic Love Chapter 4

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Summary: Finding out your soulmates were Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes was one thing. But when someone from your past comes back to haunt you, you have to figure out if a relationship with two super soldiers is something you really want to pursue or if you’d rather go back to your comfortable single life.

Series Warnings: 18+, Swearing, Angst, Fluff, past mentions of rape, self-harm, attempted rape, domestic violence, stalking, death threats, possible Dark!Steve?, Steve will be an asshole a LOT in this series but I don’t know how dark it will get, explicit sexual content, mental health issues, kind of A/B/O dynamics but not really (no they are not actual wolves, more like the hierarchy), mentions of suicide, flashbacks of suicide

A/N: There will be no taglist for this story! I apologize in advance!

The three of you gathered around the kitchen island and ate the pizza. Well, more like Steve and Bucky inhaled a whole pizza each while you ate two slices. The pizza was delicious, probably the best you’d ever had and your stomach was grateful for the yumminess.

“Why don’t you tell us a little about yourself Y/N?” Bucky asked as he licked the grease off his lips.

“What do you want to know?” you replied.

“Let’s start with your family and where you grew up.”

You shrugged as you wiped your fingers with a napkin. “There isn’t really much to say. I grew up in a small town in the Midwest. Both my parents died when I was a teenager. I never knew my grandparents and I was an only child, same with my parents, so I don’t have any other family. I moved here when I was 20,” you stated honestly. Well, mostly at least. Yes, it was true both of your parents died, but how they died was tragic. They both committed suicide. First your mother, then your father one year later. As far back as you could research, mental health issues unfortunately ran in your family and that was including you. But you weren’t ready to open up that old wound yet. You were on medication to help it and that was that. Luckily the dosing you were on worked well and you could only hope you wouldn’t need to adjust your medications anytime soon.

“We know how you feel doll. Obviously all of our family is gone too. But we can make a new family with the three of us,” Bucky stated as he wrapped his metal arm around your shoulders. You liked the sound of that. The three of you becoming your own family. It sounded nice.

You gave Bucky a wide smile, mirroring his. “What have your past relationships looked like?” Steve announced from the other side of you.

This was something you had been debating on bringing up. If you weren’t going to tell them about your mental health issues just yet, you didn’t want to lie and be dishonest about John as well. Taking a deep breath, you held it in for five seconds before releasing it. “I’ve only been in one relationship before. His name was John, John Smith. He’s in prison right now.”

From the corner of your eye you could see Steve clench his fist; his knuckles cracking in the process. “What happened?” he growled out.

“He…he umm. Well, he hit me,” you said, almost as quiet as a mouse but you knew both men had super hearing and they damn well heard you.

Steve slammed his fist on the granite countertop making you flinch.

“Steve!” Bucky barked at him in anger. “You’re not making this situation any better right now. Calm the fuck down and let her talk.” Bucky soothed his arm up and down your back. “Go ahead doll. We’re listening.”

Nodding, you began to speak again. “Things were great in the beginning. He seemed like everything I could have ever asked for in a man. I didn’t know if or when I would ever meet the two of you so I decided to live my life and date him. The first six months were a whirlwind of romance. He was the most charming man I had ever met. But then things took a turn when I moved in with him. I was ready to have sex yet, but he was sick of waiting. That first night I moved in, he…he raped me.”

This time you saw Bucky’s right hand clench on the table in front of you while Steve knocked his chair over as he stood up, pacing the kitchen. “Go on doll,” Bucky urged, trying to keep the anger out of his voice as best he could for you.

“That was just the first time. He umm, he did it again for weeks. I wanted to leave, I really did. But he was rich and he had security around the house. I knew I couldn’t just up and leave. Finally, when he demanded I quit my job, I stood up to him and told him no. That was the first time he hit me. That continued for months. I was ready to give up on myself.”

“What happened next huh? How did he end up in prison?” Steve demanded as he leaned over the counter, staring at you with those piercing eyes.

“I got lucky,” you replied. “We were out shopping one day. He felt bad for the wrist he broke the night before so he took me shopping. One of the sales ladies escorted me into a fitting room and I slipped her a note letting her know what was going on. I stayed in the fitting room for as long as possible. And then I heard them. The police. The sales lady called the police for me and they took him away. He’s been locked up ever since.”

Closing your eyes, you let the tears slip down your cheek. “You were so brave,” Bucky cooed as you felt his lips on the top of your head.

“Look at me Y/N,” Steve demanded yet again and that deep feeling to please him was happening again. You snapped your head up and looked directly into his eyes. “That will never happen in this relationship. Do you understand me?” You simply nodded. “Bucky and I would never hurt you like that. Ever. You have our word.” As soon as he finished talking, he stormed out of the kitchen and down the hallway to where you only assumed was his room.

“Just give him a minute to cool off sweetheart,” Bucky spoke in your ear. “Stevie gets pent up sometimes and he has a lot on his plate. He may seem like it, but he’s not mad at you. I promise.”

You collapsed into Bucky’s chest and softy sobbed. It felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders and you were relieved to have told them about John. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that doll. That will never happen to you again. We won’t let anything like that happen.”

It couldn’t have been more than 10 minutes later when Steve emerged from his room. “How about we go down and show you the communal kitchen and living room. Give you a little tour. What do you say?”

A small smile broke across your face. “I’d like that very much.”

As the elevators opened to the communal floor, you jaw dropped. If you thought Steve and Bucky’s apartment was big, this was ten times the size. Not only were there ample more couches, the television was bigger and there was a large dining table big enough to sit at least twenty people.

“Holy crap,” you exclaimed in awe.

“Yeah, Tony likes to go big if you couldn’t already tell,” Steve joked.

“You think?” you quipped back, earning a smirk from Steve.

The entire space was void of anyone except the three of you as Steve pulled you further into the living room. He explained that the group tries to do a movie night at least once a week. “To make things as fair as possible, Tony pulls a name out of a hat to see who gets to pick the movie that night,” Bucky said.

“Yeah but it doesn’t really work. There is still always complaining and bitching from everyone else. Mainly Clint,” Steve chimed in.

It made you giggle, genuinely giggle and it felt good. That hadn’t happened in quite some time.

Steve and Bucky guided you towards the hallway, explaining that these were the ‘hobby rooms’ of everyone and their soulmates. Steve opened the door to the one at the end of the all on right left side.

“This will be your room. You can make it anything you want. But I’m going to guess this will be your game room where you work.”

“That would be correct,” you answered as you turned on the light. The room was very decent sized and you would have no problem fitting all of your gamer stuff in here. Hell, there would be a lot of room left over and you were quickly trying to think what else you could fit in here.

“C’mon. Let’s go back to our floor and we can show you your room up there.”

On the elevator ride back to their apartment, Steve and Bucky explained who all lived in the tower and who their soulmates were. Tony and Pepper were soulmates together, along with Bruce. Bruce was best friends with Tony and more of a brother figure to Pepper. Then there was Natasha, Clint and Darcy Lewis and they were all in an intimate relationship together. Lastly, there was Thor and Jane but they didn’t stay in the tower too much as they spent most of their time on Asgard.

Steve stopped in front of your door. It was across the hall from Bucky’s and right next door to Steve’s.

“Go ahead and open it,” Steve said with a smile. “Just place your hand over the screen.”

Taking a deep breath, you did as he said and placed your hand, palm down, on the digital screen where there would normally have been a doorknob. With a soft click, the door opened for you and you walked into your new place. It was nothing like what you were thinking. You were honestly just guessing it would be a bedroom, but no, this was an entire apartment.

Straight ahead was a decent sized kitchen. There was dark cherry wood cabinet with black granite countertops and stainless steel appliances. To the left is what you would assume would be the living room, however it was completely bare of any furniture. As you continued to move through the apartment you found that the bedroom was all the way in the back. It was a very nice sized master bedroom with the biggest walk in closet and on suite bathroom you had ever seen.

“What do you think?” Bucky asked as he came up behind you and placed his hands on your shoulders.

“It’s big,” you replied with a chuckle.

“I’m going to have Tony’s interior designer email you. Give him examples and ideas of what you would like and she will make it happen. Don’t worry about prices. This is Tony’s gift to you.”

Your eyes grew wide at his statement. “Are you sure?”

“Yes sweetheart,” Steve replied as he slipped his hand in yours. “We want the best for you. Whatever you want this new home of yours to look like, then so be it. We will make it happen for you.”

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That night as you lay in bed after spending time with Steve and Bucky, you couldn’t help but frown. Things had seemed to be going much better tonight than they did when you first met them two days ago. Now, you had to pack up your apartment and move. You weren’t really nervous about that part, hell, you were looking forward to it. But then it meant things were starting to get real. When things start to get intimate with them, would you be able to let yourself go and do that? Would things be vanilla in the bedroom? Would you be able to tell them that because the only sexual experiences you’ve ever had was being raped, that you could now only get yourself off on violent fantasies of being raped, or tied up, or choked? Fuck, what was wrong with you?

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers smut #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes smut #dark!steve rogers #dark! steve rogers

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ynscrazylife · 4 years ago

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Supernova | Chap. 2

Series Summary: Y/N is the daughter of Carol Danvers with star-like powers from the Space Stone. She has come to help SWORD with the Westview case, but what happens when she falls for a certain astrophycist?

Chapter Summary: Y/N has just sacrificed herself, being taken into Westview, to save Darcy and other agents. Darcy now races to catch up with Monica and Jimmy, and they all make a plan to save Y/N.

Series Tag List (OPEN): @nyx-aira @kittendanvers @scarletwxtxh @dani-espin07 @superbscissorsdeanexpert @xxxtwilightaxelxxx

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This was by far the hardest thing Darcy had ever had to do, and she once tasered a god. Running away from Y/N and knowing she’d probably get pulled into Westview broke her heart, and the fact that it was the only way for her and other SWORD agents to escape crushed it. She grabbed her laptop and then hopped into one of SWORD’s cars, driving away quickly before calling Monica.

“Darcy!” Monica answered, and Darcy could hear the urgency in her friend’s voice.

“Y/N is delaying the barrier so more people can escape. I-I doubt she'll make it out . . . Wherever you are, pull over, I’m coming to meet you,” Darcy said, and it took every ounce of will in her not to sob as she said those words. They left a bitter taste in her mouth. The scientist couldn’t bare to hear Monica’s reaction to her childhood best friend, sister-like figure, being in danger, so she hung up.

Sure enough, fifteen minutes later Darcy pulled up behind a pulled over SWORD car and got out of it, leaving the keys inside. She walked up to Monica and Jimmy’s car and glanced over her shoulder. The barrier had stopped, and she had a slimmer of hope that Y/N had escaped. With that, Darcy climbed into the backseat.

It was eerily silent when she shut the door. Darcy could sense Jimmy’s agitation and could see tear streaks on Monica’s face. The Captain took off driving and Darcy forced herself to focus on Y/N, putting her laptop aside and dialing her phone.

No one picked up.

Darcy tossed the phone aside in frustration and leaned back into the seat, trying to control her tears before they spilled. “She’s not picking up,” the brunette muttered. Monica gripped the steer wheel tighter and Jimmy rubbed his forehead, but no one said anything else.

They had been driving for awhile now, no one knowing what to do. The aerospace engineer couldn’t meet them because as it turned out, they had been near the Hex and had gotten pulled into Westview. too. As it neared morning and they had all slept and rested, they turned around, parked near the barrier, in a now empty SWORD facility, and got to work. They were the only ones there. Monica and Jimmy worked on a way to enter the Hex without getting their memories erased and Darcy worked on a way to get the television up and running.

Finally, she did it! She watched the show. It was normal. Ish. Wanda was taking a day for herself, Agnes was watching Billy and Tommy and then . . . It switched to Vision. He was visiting the circus and . . . Darcy gasped and nearly cried again, but her tears soon turned to hot, bubbling anger. Vision was being given a tour of the circus and there wasY/N, a trapeze artist, energetic and with no clue what had happened. Darcy turned to Monica and Jimmy, determined.

“Wanda made Y/N a trapeze artist,” she informed them bitterly, and immediately the two stopped what they were doing to look over at it. They both frowned, clearly angry as well. Of course, there was nothing wrong with being a trapeze artist, but the trio was angry at Wanda controlling Y/N.

Monica forced herself to tear her eyes away from the screen. “Jimmy and I have been looking at what you showed us yesterday - that my cells are being changed. We think that I’ll be able to re-enter Westview, without my memories being erased and I think . . . I think that I can take you guys with me,” she said.

Darcy immediately nodded. She knew it was dangerous and she knew she had only just met Y/N, but the brunette had already fallen on her. She felt like she needed to go into Westview and save her, after everything Y/N did for her.

It took a half an hour more of planning and ruling out the dangerous possibilities, but Monica and Darcy were finally ready. Their plan was to have Monica find Wanda and talk to her and for Darcy to find Y/N and Vision. Darcy had hacked into technology and was able to make it so they wouldn't just see the WandaVision show, they’d be able to see everything and everyone in Westview, so Jimmy could keep an eye out if anything happened.

Monica and Darcy suited up and made their goodbyes to Jimmy, before heading towards the red barrier. Monica took Darcy’s hand and put her other one in the Hex, grasping at its energy and power before they both stepped inside. The sensation . . . it was like nothing either of them had experienced. It was very bright . . . and noisy . . . but it was also beautiful. They kept walking forward until they re-entered Westview, and both women took a couple of moments to take in their surroundings and catch their breath.

“Darcy . . .” Monica trailed off, turning around to face her friend. “Are you still . . . you?”

Darcy took a moment to compose herself and then nodded with a grin. She still had all of her memories in tact and it seemed that Monica did, too, With that, they went off on different ways - Monica to Wanda’s house and Darcy to the circus.

After what felt like forever, Darcy finally came upon the circus, with its tents and people bustling about. She also noticed Vision, who seemed to be wandering aimlessly. “Hey! Uh, Vision?” Darcy called out, hoping he’d remember her.

The robot immediately turned around and looked shocked, but relieved, when he saw Darcy, and caught up to her. “You were there . . . The other night,” he recalled.

Darcy nodded hurriedly. “Yes, I’m Darcy Lewis, an astrophysicist. I’m one of the people working to help solve this . . . case,” she explained.

Vision nodded, and he seemed grateful. “We need to get the barrier down,” he said.

“Yes, I know. My friend . . . you know her as Geraldine, her real name is Monica, she came with me . . . she’s going to talk to Wanda, see if she can convince Wanda to take the barrier down,” Darcy continued.

Vision’s eyes widened. “I should be there,” he said anxiously, making a move to walk forward until Darcy side-stepped in front of him.

“We need to find my, er, friend first. She got pulled into Westview - she’s a trapeze artist here but in the real world, her name is Y/N Danvers,” Darcy told him urgently and a bit nervously.

Vision thought for a moment. “I can take you to her,” he said, and then turned around, leading Darcy further into the circus.

They found Y/N talking to another circus member, who had been a SWORD agent, and Darcy gasped when she saw her. There she was. The girl she was falling for and fast, just feet away from her, and in pain. Darcy was at a loss for words and Vision recognized this, so he did the talking. He got the other circus member to walk away and then turned to Darcy, quickly telling her to distract Y/N.

Darcy had no clue what he meant and opened her mouth to speak to her smiling friend when Vision put his hands on Y/N’s head and she gasped before stumbling forward. Darcy caught her before she fell and Y/N gripped Darcy’s arms. “Oh my god, Darcy . . . It hurt, it hurt so bad. I think it was worse because I had powers but her voice . . . I remember everything I did but I couldn’t control it, it was so loud,” she rambled.

Darcy’s heart broke and she gathered Y/N into her arms, wanting nothing more than to hold her forever, but seeing Vision’s uneasy glance, she knew they couldn’t do that. “I know, I know, I’m so sorry you had to go through that,” Darcy whispered soothingly to Y/N, and then she pulled away and explained the plan to her. Y/N nodded, wiped her tears, and took Darcy’s hand (which surprised her, but the brunette wasn’t complaining).

They walked back into town and saw Monica standing outside Agnes’ house, looking around for something - or someone. “Monica!” Darcy called out, and when Monica saw Y/N, she broke off into a run and secured Y/N in another protective hug.

After giving the pair a couple moments, Monica explained what happened with Wanda and that Agnes had pulled her away. She, Darcy, and Vision all began planning something else and Y/N tried to listen, but she felt like she was being pulled away. Leaving them to it, she walked over to . . . a shed of some sort. When she pulled it open, she found stairs leading to the basement, with dark vines and branches covered in some sort of purple mist.

That’s when Pietro - or Peter - super-sped up behind her.

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anonymousmink · 4 years ago

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“Here. Sit next to me.” With Wintershock pretty please. (I guess it makes the most sense if Darcy were to say it to Bucky, but do your thing! XD)

A. I love you anon, thank you for the prompt 💜 annnd B. This is kinda a continuation of the last prompt because of... reasons? Hope that’s okay and that you like this! 🥰

“Hey, over here.” Darcy’s waving before she can think better of it, gesturing to her empty table in the equally empty science lounge, “you can sit next to me if you want.”

She hasn’t seen the Handsome Hobo since she accosted him in the corridor, not that she hasn’t been trying. She’s spent days taking the long way round every time she heads for the coffee cart in the hope of catching sight of him again. It’s borderline pathetic but she can’t help herself, there’s something about him that’s stuck with her - and it’s not just his incredible bone structure.

It’s… she can’t quite explain it, even to herself, but like… a sadness almost, an air of uncertainty she couldn’t help but notice in their brief meeting. Like he’s a big, tense, half-feral cat that she can’t help but try and lure him in from the cold.

“I have lunchables?” She offers, waving a cracker at him brightly.

He just stares in response.

“Oooor not.”

Maybe tuna would work better, or a nice mouse, she’s a hair's breadth away from making kissy noises at him when he finally speaks.

“Do… do you know me?”

It’s the first time she’s heard his voice, a rough scrape of sound, like he doesn’t get the chance to use it much. Which is an unbearably sad thought that takes the edge off the fact he apparently doesn’t remember her.

“Sure,” she tries for chipper with mixed results, “we met in the corridor that one time? You were minding your own business, I was being inappropriate. Sorry about that by the way, I just got distracted, y’know,” she waves vaguely at him, “by your face. Shit, I’m doing it again - I mean being inappropriate, not being distracted by your face, not that your face isn’t distracting...”

The staring intensifies, his expression caught somewhere between disbelief and panic as Darcy feels her face begin to burn. A whole week of wondering if she’ll see him again and the second she does she shoves her entire foot in her mouth.

“I should probably just... stop talking and go, right?” She tries to smile as she says if but part of her is really hoping Jane has figured out the problem with the bridge already, being blasted into space seems like the only logical way to escape her own awkwardness.

“Wait-” he moves at last, starting forward as she goes to stand, one randomly gloved hand reaching out to her and freezing her in place.

She waits, stuck halfway out of her seat as those confused baby blues make a circuit of the room again before settling in on her.

“What’s a… lunchable?”

“I...” it’s a rare man who can silence Darcy Lewis but whoever this guy was he’s just made the list, “it’s uh... food? Like little... here,” she stacks the mini slices of cheese and turkey between crackers and holds it out to him, praying her hand isn’t sweating too much, “you can try one, if you want?”

She holds her breath as she waits, chest tightening as each second turns into an eternity as he watches her. Gaze flicking up and down from her eyes to the lunchable and back again. Just when she thinks her lungs will explode he finally moves again, his shoulders hunched in like he’s trying to make himself small as he shuffles forward. His movements careful, no part of him touching her as he takes the proffered snack from her hand and retreats again - like he’s worried for some reason that it’s a trick, or a trap maybe, something unbearably vulnerable passing over his features as he holds the tiny sandwich in his hand.

“If you like it I can make more,” she says carefully, trying not to stare as he looks blankly at the snack, “and cookies too?”

At last he bites into it, carefully, eyes still on alert as he chews. The moment hangs, heavy and silent for too long for her to count, then finally he swallows with a nod.

“Great, here,” she pushes out a chair for him, making sure there’s enough space that he won’t feel crowded as she takes her own, “I’ll show you what else I’ve got.”

Awkwardness be damned, one way or another Darcy Lewis is getting this cat in from the cold.

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darkacademicfrom2021 · 3 years ago

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Jotunnary | Day 10 - A wedding

Pairing: Loki x masc!reader

Word count: 500

A/N: Yes I am also a Johnlock enthusiast, how did you know. Also, for the sake of the gif, let's pretend like Loki cut his hair for the wedding. And Loki will always have a sweet tooth in my headcanon, okay? I love him.

“I can’t believe he’s actually marrying a mortal”, muttered Loki over a glass of wine and a mouthful of wedding cake.

Thor’s wedding party was the most unbearable thing he had to attend in the whole week, and he has had to attend a long list of Avengers business —even earlier in that same day.

Still, nothing was as annoying as having to wear a white shirt with his nothing-near-dark suit, nodding at everything the people said. He had gotten his expectations up when he heard his brother say it was a "very dark attire, much like the ones you enjoy wearing". This wasn't dark. This was light grey, much to his discomfort.

“Jane is cool, though”, said Jane’s friend and scientist —Norns, there were at least twenty scientists around him at that moment— Darcy Lewis. She was also accompanied by a gentleman that didn’t escape Loki’s eyes. He was attractive for a mortal —if he was one. And Loki marveled at the thought that he had trouble recognizing whether the man was a Midgardian or not.

“That woman slapped me in the face”, said the man. “Twice”.

“She slapped me too”, said Loki, still with cake on his mouth. Gods, the cake was good. “I don’t think it’s a bad attribute of hers, though. She speaks up”.

“I’d rather people speak up with their mouths, if possible”, he rolled his eyes, and Loki smirked. He was gonna have a little bit of fun at the party, after all —at least it seemed so. “I work with her in the lab. She’s pretty alright with that brain”, he said, obviously kidding, and then added, “now, in all seriousness, she’s the brightest woman in the world”.

“You work at a lab, then? That sounds boresome”, said Loki, earning a laugh. “What’s your name, Sir?”.

“I’m Y/N. You’re Loki, am I right?”.

“How did you know?”.

“You’re the most bitter in the whole party”.

“I don’t understand if you two are insulting each other or making friends”, said Darcy, sipping champagne as if her life depended on it.

“I’m flirting”, said the man, and Loki’s smirk widened at your boldness.

“We have similar ways, I can see”, he said smoothly.

Darcy left the men speaking right after that, and they kept talking about Thor, and Jane, and the ostentatious wedding; and after that they drifted to books, and music, and cultural differences between Asgard and Midgard.

To say Loki was fascinated by him was an understatement. Little did he know, the man had the exact same thought.

“Ah, Loki! I see you met Jane’s good old friend! You know, he reminds me of you”, said Thor, walking up to the pair after a few too many little bottles of Asgardian liquor. “I think you two should go get something for dinner together, get to know each other a little. And who knows, maybe I’m not the only Odinson who’ll get married after all!”, he half joked, and Loki chuckled, blushing slightly.

“Thor, for Fuck’s sake, go get your face washed”.

“Besides, I’m not in for marriage”, said the man.

“Oh, me neither”, nodded Loki. He waited for a moment before offering his arm and asking, “either way, dinner?”.

“Starving”, smiled the man, taking his arm and walking out of the party together.

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heliads · 4 years ago

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A Matter of Metal

Based on this request: “an alternate version of magneto’s son and been in shield and been really close to hill and fury so sword has sent him to investigate the hex with the trio and he has the same powers of magneto and basically wants what agatha wants wanda powers and basically betrays sword/shield”

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Three people sit at a table. They are each dressed in shades of navy and black, guns obvious on hips and knives hidden on shins. The flickering glare of a fluorescent light casts shadows across the room. Despite all the resources of S.H.I.E.L.D., they’ve never bothered to get it fixed. The man, one black eye patch hidden in shadow, sits closer to the woman, whose dark hair is clinically pulled away from her face. They stare at a second man, one who returns their gaze without a shard of hesitation. Between the three of them, they know enough secrets about S.H.I.E.L.D. and the various governments to tear down the entire fabric of the world.

Instead, their focus is on a manila file folder, one that’s been slid across the table to the second man. He eyes it coolly. “You want me to investigate Wanda Maximoff?” Fury nods. “S.W.O.R.D. claims to have it under control. I’m not sure how much of that I believe.” Maria Hill gestures towards the folder. “You’ll be there as our eyes and ears. S.W.O.R.D. is willing to accept our help, but we’re fairly certain it’s only as a way to get us off of their back. You’ll have to be careful, Y/N, but we think you’ll be able to find out more than they’re letting on.”

Y/N raises an eyebrow. “At this rate, I’m not sure whether you’re sending me because you trust me or because you want to see what would happen if you sent another agent with abilities to tangle with Maximoff.” Fury chuckles at that. “Are you sure your powers don’t include mind reading? I can’t keep anything from you.” Y/N lets his stony facade break for a second as he laughs. “That’s why we’re such good friends.”

Hill smirks. “If you consider Fury a best friend forever, I’m getting worried about your mental state. You sure you’re up for this job?” Y/N grins. “I’m the only one you trust. If I wasn’t ready, you wouldn’t have asked me about it at all.” Fury nods. “You’re not just there to watch and wait, L/N, you’re there to act. If you feel the need to intervene, do so at will. We’ll defend you to S.W.O.R.D.”

The barest hint of curiosity flares across Y/N’s eyes. “You want me to go behind S.W.O.R.D.’s back?” Fury shrugs. “We want you to make the right decisions, even if they happen to be against S.W.O.R.D. direction. Use discretion, but do what you must.” Y/N nods, then begins to rise from his chair. “When do I leave?” Fury and Hill stand as well. “Whenever you’re willing. The first trucks leave in a couple of hours.”

Y/N turns to go, but a call from Fury makes him glance over at the man again. “And L/N? Take care. From what I’ve heard, things aren’t exactly smooth sailing over there.” A devil-sharp grin makes its way onto Y/N’s face. “Trust me, Fury. I can take care of myself.” Just as he says that, the room begins to shake. It’s not much, barely noticeable, but still there. Every metal thing in the room begins to contort for just a second, and then the moment passes and they smooth themselves back out again once Y/N disappears from the room.

Y/N heads quickly to his apartment. It’s not far from S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, carefully chosen for an easy escape if necessary. In this case, Y/N won’t be running away from anything. Instead, he’ll be running towards something, a risky shot that just might plunge him into a scenario far more dangerous than either Fury or Hill realizes. That’s why they’re sending Y/N, after all. No matter what, he always comes out on top, regardless of how deadly the situation ends up turning. In fact, the darker the scene, the better he works.

Y/N begins to fill a black case with a number of supplies. Clothing, weapons, you name it. Just as the case begins to fill, he pauses, and turns to a gunmetal gray box almost hidden in the back of the room. Y/N kneels before it almost reverently, and lifts the lid. Inside lies a helmet of dark metal, one that would be snug to the skull but extends down, cut away from the eyes like those of the Ancient Greeks. Y/N’s eyes close as he holds the helmet in his hands. It was not his, not at first. No, it belonged to his father. Erik Lehnsherr.

Erik had raised Y/N, both by his presence and his absence. They both shared the same ability to manipulate metal, to raze the earth if they wished. The only difference was that Erik was long gone, and Y/N was forced to stay here today. Y/N isn’t sure if Erik was dead or alive, or if that even mattered. Erik had vanished one night in a cloud of smoke, with the yells of men echoing over the pounding of heels on asphalt. He could be dead, or missing, or simply choosing never to return. In all honesty, it didn’t matter. Y/N remembers the key detail- the look of anguish on Erik’s face as he realized he was losing his family again, one final blow in a sea of countless injuries.

When Y/N leaves for the S.W.O.R.D. encampments, there is a metal helmet hidden in the black case on the seat beside him. He does not let it out of his sight for a second.

The truck is rocking back and forth, heavy tires digging deeply into muddy ruts as it travels along an only semi-paved road on the way to Westview, New Jersey. Y/N sits in the back with a couple of other new arrivals, but he does not speak to them. He rides with these nervously chattering brains and muscle only because he does not wish to stand out amongst the residents of the Westview encampment. Few people know the true importance of Agent Y/N L/N, and it’s best to keep his high level under wraps. This want for secrecy, however, is not enough to force him to converse with the others. Everyone has their limits, he supposes. This is his.

Y/N can sense the Westview encampment before he even looks out the tinted windows to see it. He can feel the boundary pressing in around him, the tendrils of magic practically reaching out to wrap around his brain. Y/N’s power is raw, has always called to others like it. Apparently his magnetism doesn’t just extend to metals. As the truck carries him closer to Wanda’s energy barrier, a pounding in his skull gets worse and worse, feeling like an anvil slamming against his temples.

Y/N does his best to hide any signs of weakness, but he must have a slight sheen of sweat glistening across his forehead or something, because S.W.O.R.D. Director Hayward raises an eyebrow when he greets Y/N outside of the truck. “You alright there, agent? What, you get sick on the way over?” Y/N isn’t in the mood for politicking. “You might consider questioning your driver instead. I think I’ve seen more technical skill in a fifteen year old with a learner’s permit.” As Y/N strides away, he sees a trio of friends exchange glances as they try to hold back laughter. He recognizes them in passing- Woo, Rambeau, Lewis, present in the S.H.I.E.L.D. databases thanks to their experience with Avenger-level threats.

Y/N arrives late in the afternoon, and sits in on a couple of debriefings before night falls over the encampment. S.W.O.R.D. isn’t exactly following through with the laissez-faire attitude they highlighted in their project write-up, but Y/N assumes that a few details were embellished to make sure Fury didn’t come after them. These details would include an accidental send-off of one Monica Rambeau into the so-called Hex, and a later disappearance of a S.W.O.R.D. spy at the hands of Wanda Maximoff when the man had been discovered creeping into Westview via the sewer system.

Clearly embarrassed to present these findings to an extension of S.H.I.E.L.D., Hayward had decided to wait on any further activity regarding Westview until the next day, or at least until things cooled down with Wanda herself and with the tensions already simmering between Director Hayward and the trio of Woo, Rambeau, and Lewis. Y/N waits until action on the encampment is beginning to settle down, when the dark cloak of night will hide his silhouette, and then slips out of his assigned bunk, heading towards the barrier to Westview.

If he thought the call to the magical energy was bad in the truck, it is a thousand times worse here. Yet the pure power of the boundary calls to Y/N even as it pushes him away. Y/N walks until he’s mere inches away from the shimmering scarlet surface. Around him, guards ignore his sudden appearance, their scopes and tech not picking up his figure. Y/N smiles to himself. It’s funny how easy it is to manipulate all that metal. Erik would have loved it.

Y/N turns his focus back to the barrier of Westview. He considers it for a moment, then pulls his father’s helmet from where it was hidden under his coat. He slips it on, and the pain dissipates to almost nothing. What remains instead is that same hunger, that same want for the power right before his eyes. Y/N reaches out a hand to touch the barrier, and his eyes widen for just a second as he makes contact. It is amazing how much is right there for the taking. Without another glance, Y/N steps through the barrier into Westview.

Agent Y/N L/N has been missing for only a couple of hours. Director Hayward issued a statement telling everyone at the encampment that L/N was out on a S.W.O.R.D.- authorized mission, that he will be back soon. Some people believe him, but more notice the crease of fury that has appeared on his brow, or the clench of his knuckles as he storms into the tech center where Darcy Lewis and Monica Rambeau currently watch the live feed of a drone, one that has just been sent into Westview.

Hayward stomps up to the group, considers the monitor for a second, then nods to an awaiting technician. “Take the shot.” Monica, who had been speaking to Wanda through a microphone, freezes. “What?” Her panic is not enough to stop the missiles from clicking into position on the drone, or to have any impact on Wanda, whose eyes glow red as she shuts down all S.W.O.R.D. control of the drone. Monica’s live feed flickers into static.

Scarlet bands of energy wrap over the drone, and she turns away from it. Wanda does not notice the failsafe missiles still preparing to fire, or notice that anything is wrong at all until the launched missiles crumple in a tangle of wires and screeching metal. Wanda whirls around to see a man in a metal helmet standing across the street, his eyes fixed impassively on her. He releases his clenched fist, letting the buckling metal fall to the ground in tandem with his lowered arm. Wanda stares at him. “Who are you?” Y/N returns her gaze. “Someone who can help you get what you want.”

Scores of S.W.O.R.D. agents are clustering around the Westview barrier, watching as it flashes scarlet, rent apart as a woman steps through. She is dragging a broken drone, which she tosses at their feet. As she speaks, fear and apprehension begin to dawn on the faces of the gathered agents. Monica Rambeau steps forward and attempts to reason with Wanda. Director Hayward realizes that this negotiation tactic isn’t working and tries another option: outright threats.

Yet Wanda Maximoff does not seem concerned by the soldiers pointing guns at her, or at least not until Hayward snaps his fingers and a wave of fully automated weaponry focuses on her. “They’re not humans,” Hayward calls, “You can’t control their minds.” Then another voice echoes out from behind Wanda. “But I can.”

Y/N L/N, clad in his father’s metal helmet, steps through the barrier. He raises his arm, and all scraps of metal crash and crumple together, surrounding Hayward with piles of useless waste. Hayward stares. “Agent L/N? What are you doing?” Y/N laughs, the sound deep in his throat. “I’m making my choice.” Hayward seems taken aback by this betrayal. “What would Fury say?” Then, quieter, “What would your father say?”

An edge of stone hardens in Y/N’s eyes. “I wouldn’t know, because he is gone. Do you know what I remember from that night? I remember my father fighting to get back to me, but he was forced away because of your organizations and petty squabbles, all because you’re scared of people like us. People with powers. So, now that you mention it, I think he would be proud of me. I’m finally continuing what he always wanted.”

Hayward’s eyes narrow. “You would turn your back on S.H.I.E.L.D., on S.W.O.R.D., on everything, for what? A chance to use your powers whenever you wanted? You could do that here, you know.” Y/N appears disinterested. “Where you’ll hold it over me for the rest of my life? I’d rather not.” Hayward glares. “This is your final warning. We will be coming after you.” Y/N raises his arm again, and the gathered S.W.O.R.D. agents flinch away. “Actually, you won’t. I plan to make that very clear.”

Y/N’s eyes glint, and the entire encampment begins to shudder. Hayward turns to his officers as he realizes the unfortunate truth- everything here, the walls, the weapons, the tech, it’s all made of metal. A cold smile spreads onto Y/N’s face as he watches the encampment crash to the ground in a hail of sparks and ruined scrap, weeks worth of research gone in an instant. Y/N turns his back on S.W.O.R.D., holding out a hand to Wanda. “Ready to go back?” She nods, smiling, and accompanies him back inside the barrier.

Wanda is grateful for a new ally. It’s a shame, though, for if she were to see inside Y/N’s head she would see no desire to help her. Instead, what lurks underneath that helmet is an all-consuming want for vengeance, for power, for everything Wanda can give Y/N and even more that he can take from her. Even after just a couple of hours in Westview, Y/N realized that Wanda represents an untapped source of power, one that Y/N could call to himself as easily as drawing breath.

His lip curls when he thinks of Hayward’s last words to him. Mentioning Y/N’s father? That was a low blow. And besides, it didn’t even work. Y/N could laugh to think of how little Hayward knew of Erik Lehnsherr. Had Hayward known a fraction of Erik’s true goals, of all of his attempts to reinstate control to mutants and people with abilities, he would never have allowed Y/N onto his little base in the first place.

What would Erik think of Y/N’s decision? He’d be proud. As Y/N disappears into the shrouded city of Westview, feeling his own powers grow with every second that he spent around that beacon of energy known to the world as Wanda Maximoff, he sends out one last thought to his father. I’m doing what you would have wanted. I’m continuing the cause. S.H.I.E.L.D. had always held Y/N back, but he’s finally broken off all chains. It’s time to begin again. It’s time to create a new world, one where power is given to those deserving of it.

If Wanda Maximoff had any idea what would happen to her perfect little town, she would have run long ago.

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randomshyperson · 4 years ago

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Wanda Maximoff/Reader - The One Where You Punch Tony Stark - Part One

Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || AO3 (Complete)

Summary: When the rumors that you punched Tony Stark in the face spread around your school, some interesting events unfolded. Or enemies to Lovers in high School.

Warnings: 18+; Enemies to Lovers/ Angry Sex/ Underage Sex/ High School AU/ Violence/ Fights/ Inappropriate language.

Words: 19,905K (Complete)

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Sometimes it is just a punch “ - Chapter One

Rumors at your high school were spreading like the plague. No one would really admit to talking about it, but everyone knew they were gossiping. Everything about this place seemed to irritate you deeply, from your stupid and petty classmates, with their idiotic social circles and narcissistic behavior, to the body of psychotics professors who seemed to take pleasure in embarrassing the students.

Fortunately, it was your senior year. You couldn't wait to get out of this place, to get away from this troublesome town. You let out a grumble when you noticed two teenagers pressed up against your locker. Fucking hell, you thought impatiently as you walked up to them. Then you noticed who they were, and your irritation increased even more.

Golden boy, captain of the soccer team, arrogant pain in the ass, Steve Rogers, was kissing Sharon Carter against her locker. Sharon was a cheerleader, human barbie, and honestly, she used to be a nice girl in elementary school, then you guys grew up and she became an arrogant bitch.

- Really, Rogers, don't you have your own locker? - commented a voice next to you, before you could say anything. It was Natasha, your locker-mate, with whom you had at least three classes together. She was very closed off and didn't let anyone near her, always alone at school. But if you could guess, she was the closest thing you had to a friend in this place. Steve stopped kissing Sharon when he heard Natasha, and throwing his arm around the girl's shoulders, he smiled wryly at Nat.

- Take it easy, Romanoff. We were just making out. - He says, and then adopts a debauched expression. - You know what this is, right?

- Screw you, Rogers. - Natasha says without hesitation, Steve laughs ironically and then his gaze falls on you.

- What are you looking at? - He threatens, you roll your eyes. He then leaves, dragging Sharon through the halls.

- Fucking idiot. - Nat grumbles when you are alone. You don't really know what to say, so you just stay silent as you open the locker to get your chemistry books. - I heard about Stark's party.

That's the problem with rumors. You didn't look at Nat, but shrugged.

- What about Stark's party? - You tried to play along, but Nat let out a little giggle.

- Everyone is talking about how you punched him in the face. - She said, turning to you as she leaned against the now closed locker, two notebooks in her hand. You finished picking up your books and turned to her. - I just think it was cool. - You smile awkwardly, looking at the floor. Nat speaks after a moment. - Are you going to the game on Friday?

You blink in surprise at the question.

- I don't like football.

Nat chuckles.

- I'm not going to the game. - She says, and seeing your frown, she adds. - You know the skate rink a little way past the bleachers. I'm meeting some friends there. You can come if you like. - Nat says finally, winking at you before turning away, walking in the opposite direction of the corridor.

You are very surprised that you have been asked to go out with Natasha Romanoff and the friends you didn't even know she had. Ignoring how awkward the interaction was, you make your way to the classrooms, heading towards the chemistry lab.

Professor Agatha Harkness has been your chemistry teacher since the first grade. She is extremely strict, and demands that her students work hard and cannot stand, or rather absolutely detests, sycophants. You laugh with the memory of the day when Steve Rogers tried to buy a higher grade by bringing her a Teachers' Day gift, and Ms. Harkness simply threw the package in the trash at the front of the room, saying that if he wanted to pass her class, he better study.

You took your place in the last chair, yawning slightly as you sat down. You were startled when your colleague in front, Darcy Lewis, turned in her chair to look at you.

- Can I help you? - you asked.

- I heard that you punched Tony Stark. - She said. - I think it's awesome. Finally someone wiped the pretentious smile off his face.

You smiled wryly. Darcy was one of the smartest girls in the class, and she had never really talked to you before. She returned your smile before turning forward again.

You were distracted by the landscape outside, but you noticed when the room suddenly fell absolutely silent, and turned your face to find out what had happened. You felt your body tense with the intensity of anger you received in the gaze of Tony Stark, entering the room at that moment, a large purple mark in his left eye. He didn't stare at you for long, taking a seat in one of the front chairs with his friend James Rhodes. Many of the classmates began to whisper about the party, glances running between you and Tony. But the room fell silent as Ms. Harkness entered, and the students began to rush to their seats.

If there was one thing that Harkness hated more than sycophants, it was tardiness, so you weren't surprised that everyone in the room held their breath as they watched the Maximoff twins arrive late to class.

- What an honor the Maximoffs have decided to join my class. - She sneered as they walked to their seats. A few giggles were heard.

Pietro Maximoff was a member of the football team along with Steve Rogers and Tony Stark, and you guessed that's why he gave you an angry look before he sat down. You didn't really know the twins very well, but you knew that everyone knew them.

While Pietro was extremely popular, and changed girlfriends like he changed clothes, his sister, Wanda Maximoff, was a member of the student council, as well as being the captain of the cheerleading squad. She was ridiculously beautiful, the kind that would bring boys crawling to her door. But you had never seen her date anyone, not that you really paid attention to Wanda anyway.

When Ms. Harkness started class, your mind wandered to lunchtime.

Your week went by too fast, you realized. With the final exam period approaching, you were spending a lot of time studying. Natasha didn't speak to you again all week, and you were beginning to imagine that the invitation to go out was your imagination, but then she smiled at you and told you that she hoped you could make it on Friday, and you just nodded, too surprised to say anything.

The school seemed to get even more unbearable on game days. The players were agitated and noisy, and disrupted all the classes. Also, the cheerleaders seemed to occupy every bathroom you entered, taking over the sinks with their makeup.

You grumbled when last period finally came around. It was literature with Mrs. Hill, and she was probably the only teacher you liked.

It was hot, and you put your leather jacket on the chair as you stretched your body and raised your arms, lifting your shirt a little. You blushed in surprise as you noticed a girl you didn't know staring at you mischievously, her gaze drifting down to your waist tattoo, which had been visible for a moment.

She continued to stare at you brazenly, biting her lip, and you felt very uncomfortable.

- Do you need anything? - you asked snidely. The girl was startled, and rolled her eyes in embarrassment, then turned to look away. - What the fuck was that. - you muttered to yourself, as you opened your notebooks.

You heard laughter, and raised your eyes, frowning as you felt your stomach flip at the vision of Wanda Maximoff throwing her head back as she laughed at something her partner said to her as the two of them entered the room. You blinked in confusion at your own reaction, quickly looking away.

And then your lab partner for two years, Jessica Jones, with whom you had never exchanged a word that was not subject-related sat down next to you and asked how you were doing.

- I'm sorry, what's that? - You asked in surprise, but Jessica smiled.

- What's up with you? - she repeated, causing you to frown.

- Why are you talking to me? - you retorted, and Jessica just shrugged.

- I want to be friends with the girl who punched Tony Stark in the face. - She says simply, and you stare at her for a few seconds, not knowing exactly what to say.

- All right, then. - You say, turning your attention back to your materials. Jessica smiles before adjusting her posture to rest her head on her arms on the table.

Professor Hill begins her class shortly after, and you reprimand yourself for letting your gaze wander to Wanda and then looking away. What the fuck is the matter with you today?

You were particularly focused on an exercise that didn't seem to make any sense when your classmate in front of you passed you a piece of paper. You looked around, seeing a small commotion, which indicated that the paper had been passed around the room. You frown, opening it.

- Ulala, you have an admirer. - Jessica teased, leaning yours shoulders together to read the paper. On it was simply written "want to make out? girls restroom, second floor". You laughed ruefully. - Are you going to accept?

- I don't even know who sent it. - You comment, looking around, but no one is looking at you. You quickly hide the paper to prevent the teacher from seeing. - Besides, it might just be a joke.

- Maybe. But the whole school is talking about you, so I think you might have suitors. - Jessica commented, writing in her notebook. - Besides, you're hot. It's not like no one notices you.

- Thanks. - You laughed, returning your attention to the exercise.

The class finally came to an end, and Jessica patted you on the shoulder, wishing you a good date even though she knew you weren't going, and you laughed, realizing it was a joke.

You were putting your notebooks away in your locker when school counselor Nicolas Fury approached you.

- Hello, Miss Y/L/N. Could we talk for a moment? - He asks, leading the way to his office. You sigh, knowing exactly what this is about, before nodding in agreement.

In Fury's office, you sit in the armchair opposite his desk, while he assumes his typical thoughtful position.

- I'll be straightforward, Y/N. - he begins. - I heard rumors about you getting involved in a street fight outside of school hours.

- Great choice of words, Fury. - You counter. - Out of school hours, and even off school grounds so I really don't understand why I'm here.

Fury smiles, crossing his legs.

- So you admit you were in a fight? You know as a counselor I need to warn your mother...

- I admit nothing. - You cut without patience. - It's my word against the other gossips.

The man lets out a chuckle before continuing.

- I imagine Anthony Stark's black eye was a domestic accident then?

You smile wryly, shrugging your shoulders.

- I think Tony Stark would rather say he hit his face against a wall than admit he got beaten by a girl, so I would put that in your report.

- Please, Y/N. - Fury asks with a serious expression. - If you tell me the reason for the conflict with Mr. Stark, I can find a way to help you.

You laugh, crossing your arms.

- The reason is that Tony Stark is an arrogant jerk who thinks he can do and say whatever he wants without consequences. - You say, and then stand up. - I don't have anything to tell you, and school hours are over. Excuse me, Mr. Fury.

You say before hurrying out of the room, annoyed by all the talk. Leaving the hallways, you roll your eyes at the excitement of your classmates, all of them heading for the soccer field, while the remaining team members in the hallway were applauded and patted on the back as if they were war heroes.

You were happy to remember your date with Nat and her friends as you walked out of the school.

Good thing I brought my jacket, was your first thought as you headed out to the skate park to meet Nat. You could hear the noise from the stands, which must have been packed since everyone in the school seemed to love football.

You had bought some French fries from one of the stalls set up for the game, and walked alone toward the park, around the iron bleachers.

A few minutes later you arrived at the skateboarding rink, observing the small group of people that was there. Nat waved to you as soon as she saw you, and you smiled.

- Hey, you made it. - She remarked as she approached. You waved. She turned to the group. - Guys, this is the girl I told you about, Y/N.

You waved to everyone, who smiled at you.

- This is Clint, Laura, Thor, Valkyrie and my boyfriend Bruce. - Nat said, introducing everyone. You have never seen them at school. - They are owls.

Oh, that makes sense. You thought. They were all students at the state school that was two blocks away. Their mascot was an owl, and their team was your school's opponent in today's game. That's why they were all here.

You sat down with them, offering them some of the fries you had bought. You smiled as you noticed Nat sitting with Bruce, it was different to see her like this, completely comfortable and smiling openly.

Thor then stood up, a skateboard in his hand.

- Hey, Y/N, want to give it a try? - He suggested and you hesitated. You didn't really know how to skate. But Thor seemed nice and willing to teach you, so you nodded and stood up.

It was fun to learn from him. You laughed about the times you fell on your buttocks, and Thor seemed concerned about checking to see if you were all right. And when you got tired of that, you and he joined the group again, talking about various random things.

You eventually found out that Clint and Laura were already engaged to be married, and intended to move in together after college. You thought Thor and Valkyrie were boyfriend and girlfriend at first, but she commented that she hoped to meet more interesting girls in college. Also, Thor told you that he was applying to colleges outside of New York, wanting to be closer to his brother. Bruce wanted to go to medical school, and he and Nat were looking forward to sharing an apartment together. You told them that you had applied to colleges all over the country, that there was nothing really keeping you here.

You spent the whole period of the game talking, and having fun. And then, when the fireworks went off from the stadium bleachers, you thought it was time to go.

The vast majority of the people had already gone home by the time you reached the stands, and then you thought you heard a noise. Investigating the source, you walked slowly around the iron construction, letting out an exclamation of surprise at the image you saw.

Tony Stark was wrapped around Steve Rogers in the passionate kiss. You wanted to laugh at the hypocrisy. You were going to leave in silence, because you didn't give a fuck about what these two were doing, but Tony pushed Steve away and opened his eyes, and then he saw you.

Assuming an aggressive posture, while Steve looked worried, he advanced toward you.

- What the fuck are you doing there girl? - He shouted, and you took a few steps back in surprise.

- You must be looking to get punched in the face again. - You retorted angrily, hiding your nervousness. You could fight, but being alone against Stark and Rogers, you might push your luck.

- I think you'd better not tell anyone what you saw here. - He threatened when he approached you, Steve following close behind.

- You think I care if you're banging Rogers behind the locker room, Stark? Screw you. - You retorted in a provocative tone. Stark advanced on you, his fist raised, but Rogers held him back.

- You're out of your mind, it's a girl. - He spoke, shoving Tony away from you.

- Listen to your boyfriend, Stark. - You teased last, reveling in Tony's anger.

Tony let out an irritated snort and jumped toward you again, but when Rogers grabbed him, he punched him in the face. You blinked in surprise, and then they started to fight, rolling on the ground.

What the fuck, you thought, frowning at the scene, and taking a few steps back to avoid being bumped into.

And then someone shouted, and you looked up from the fight to see Pietro Maximoff coming out of the locker room along with Wanda, and another boy from the team who you thought was named Bucky.

The boys ran to separate the two, and Pietro held Tony by the arms as Bucky stood in front of Steve.

- What the fuck are you guys doing? - shouted Pietro.

- It's all this crazy bitch's fault! - Tony shouted, pointing at you. You rolled your eyes as Pietro looked at you in confusion.

- Are you fighting over her? - he asked. And you burst out laughing when you understood.

- Oh, Maximoff, that's not the kind of fruit they like. - You sneered and Pietro had to hold Tony back to keep him from jumping on you.

- Let's get them out of here. - Said Bucky dragging Steve away. Pietro nodded as he dragged Tony to the opposite side.

You frowned when you were left alone with Wanda, and she looked at you.

- Do you need something? - you said snidely, and Wanda let out a wry laugh.

- I don't know what your deal is, girl. - she said, stepping closer. - But I think you'd better leave my friends alone.

You laughed.

- What friends, Maximoff? - You countered. - Those kids are narcissistic sociopaths who will fuck anything that wears a skirt. And your brother is an asshole. You're just a trophy to them.

- You don't know shit. - Wanda spoke angrily.

- Try to stop behaving the way they want you to. - You provoked by taking a step forward. - One day of not being the perfect little lady that everyone thinks you are.

- You shut your mouth. - She retorted with fury in her eyes, and then she shoved your shoulders, making you laugh ironically. - Stay away from me.

- Oh but I can't wait to get out of this fucking school! - You shouted back, laughing wryly. - And I'll never have to endure Stark's little group ever again. But mostly, I won't have to deal with Miss Perfect Girl here, with her fake smiles and annoying comments. - You punctuated your sentences with your finger, as you approached Wanda, who was staring wide-eyed. You let out your breath through your mouth as you realized how close you were, and stared intensely at Wanda. - I hate you.

- I hate you too. - She whispered before breaking the distance between you.

You closed your eyes tightly, lifting your hands to Wanda's waist and squeezing. Wanda sighed against your mouth, and you took the opportunity to push your tongue against hers, moaning at the new sensation.

Feeling her whole body respond to the kiss, you pushed her, until she slammed her back against the locker room wall. You pressed your knee against Wanda's center, and she moaned against your lips, lifting her right leg and entwining it around your waist. You felt your body tremble in anticipation, and the new friction made you press Wanda tight against the wall.

You weren't thinking about anything. All you felt was Wanda. Her tongue circling in your mouth, stealing all the air from your lungs. You pulled your mouths apart to breathe, and moved your kisses down to Wanda's collarbone, which made her sigh. You kissed the skin, hard, marking her. The thought of her trying to hide those marks after that, stimulated you to suck. Wanda let out a loud groan, pressing her nails into your shoulder.

You brought your mouths together again, and let your hands run up the inside of Wanda's blouse. She was still wearing her cheerleader uniform, and you tried not to think about it so much.

Your hand reached her right breast, and you squeezed without hesitation.Wanda moaned against your mouth, and you kissed her hard as you pressed your bodies together.

She whimpered as you pushed your knee up, breaking the kiss to rest her head on your shoulder. You let out a wry chuckle, lifting her chin with your hand and forcing her to face you as you brought your mouths together again. This time you let your tongue play with hers slowly and sensually, making her shiver.

And then you reached down into her blouse again, pulling down her bra. With her breasts exposed, you played with her hardened nipples, feeling Wanda rub against your knee.

You lowered your hand around her waist, pulling up the fabric of her skirt. Your hand moved down to her now exposed ass, and you squeezed the flesh, pressing Wanda against you. The contact made you both moan with intensity.

When you interrupted the friction with your knee, Wanda grumbled at the lack of contact, but you kissed her firmly, one hand squeezing her neck, and she trembled completely. You released her ass, to run your fingers up her thigh, until finally you reached her pussy.

Reaching up with your fingers to pull down Wanda's panties, you kept up the pace of the kiss, wanting to keep her distracted.

You found her pussy soaked, and moaned as you felt it. Massaging her superficially with just one finger, it didn't take long for Wanda to whimper, moving her hips in search of more contact.

She broke the kiss with a moan when you penetrated her without warning. You moved your hand from her breasts to grip her leg around your waist, seeing that the intensity of your touch was making Wanda shiver and lose her balance.

You withdrew your finger and then sank in again, and Wanda rested her head on your collarbone, sighing breathlessly.

- I'm sorry, Wanda. But I won't be gentle. - You whispered against her ear before sticking two fingers in without warning.

Wanda cried out against your skin, completely surrendered. You didn't wait for her to get used to the sensation, moving your fingers immediately afterwards. She bit your shoulder to keep from moaning, and her hips began to move frantically against you next, trying to increase the speed. You smiled mischievously, following her request.

It didn't take long for her body to quiver in spasms, you delighting in the feel of her pussy tightening against your fingers. A thrust or two later, and she came apart against you, letting out a sultry moan against your ear that made your own intimacy pulsate.

You continued to stimulate Wanda's swollen clitoris even after she came, and she bit your shoulder, trying to normalize her breathing and stop shaking. She quickly lowered her hand to yours, asking you to stop your touch, and you gave her a dirty smile before moving your fingers up to your mouth, tasting Wanda's sweet flavor on your tongue. She looked at you with dilated pupils, and then moved forward, kissing you again and tasting herself in your mouth.

Kissing like this, she was soon ready for another. But you were interrupted, a hissing noise in the distance. You grumbled, pulling away, as you helped Wanda fix her clothes.

- Who's there? The game is over! - says a voice. You knew it was the janitor, he had probably come to lock up the locker rooms.

You and Wanda laughed as you ran past him, holding hands, while he yelled that you couldn't be there.

When you reached the parking area, you caught a glimpse of Rogers' car parked next to Pietro's car. The four boys were there, talking. They didn't see you.

Wanda also looked and then pulled you to the corner of the wall of the school building, hidden from the rest of the place.

- I guess this is good-bye. - You commented, letting Wanda press you against the wall, as she slung her arms around your shoulders. You kept your hands on her waist. - It's a shame really. I wanted to make you cum in my mouth.

Wanda bites her lips, holding back a giggle as her eyes sparkle with mischief.

- It doesn't have to be the last time. - She says, bringing your mouths closer together.

- No, it doesn't. - You agree, closing the distance, meeting her in a slow kiss, while your hands press her ass into you.

- Hmmm, I should go. - She grumbles, breaking the kiss without pulling away. You bring your mouths together again, biting her lip gently, which makes her close her eyes and chase after your mouth, but you don't kiss her.

- You can go. - You play, squeezing her flesh again and pressing her against you.

- Fuck. - She whispers before kissing you again, one last time.

You separate amidst giggles and stolen kisses. Wanda gives you one last look before walking toward the parking lot. You stand there against the wall for a while, your heart racing, with the promise that this would not be the last time.

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slither-in-gryffindor · 4 years ago

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Mystery Lover

Square Fill: Free Square

Warning/s: None

Word Count: 1,790

Summary: Darcy Lewis posted videos that the world cooed over, Natasha Romanoff being in love.

A/N: This fic was made cause I couldn't get the song out of my head 😂 and I also had an excuse to write a socmed au. It started out as a karaoke prompt and it just went from there 💁🏻‍♀️

Ao3

The team didn’t really plan anything that night. Everyone was in the common room lounging while the world is peaceful. Tony and Bruce was puzzling over an equation in a hologram. Thor, Steve, and Sam were exchanging stories at the couch. Clint and Natasha were rapidly exchanging knives while sitting at opposite ends of the room. And Pepper and Maria were signing documents at the coffee table.

“I am now here and the party has started! Up up up people, we’re going out!” Darcy’s voice echoed cheerfully as she sashayed into the room.

The brunette moved towards Maria, “Tall, dark, and handsome Director Hill. I would like to propose an outing that we all clearly need. It’s a Friday and we’re boring!”

“That’s your argument?” Maria asks amused.

“Well, I already have a bar in mind. It’s good but kind of hidden too and I already talked to the owner so we’re going to be the only one there. I also agreed that they could have pictures with you guys, but only if they post it after we leave.”

Maria chuckles. “You really thought this through. Okay.”

“I know it’s - wait okay? I just made you agree with me this is the best day of my life.” Darcy clutched at her chest and faked swooning. Jane just shook her head fondly at her friend’s antics.

The three women fondly watched Darcy as she puttered around and started gathering the others. “We’re going karaoke! Avengers Assemble!”

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It hasn't even been an hour, but the video was already viral. Hours after the Avengers left the bar, Darcy posted a video of them singing karaoke. Naturally, anything related to the Avengers goes viral, but the difference is that this is the first time the Black Widow made her appearance. And what an entrance she did.

The people had always been curious about the mysterious Avenger. They know who she is, and sees her attend events like the others, but pictures and interactions are scarce. So when they saw a video of her singing, and a love song at that, it blew up. Gossip blogs already have their choice of romantic interest, and even news feeds deemed her performance as news worthy.

The video started with a panoramic shot of the bar, and a rowdy applause came from the boys when a redhead swaggered to the stage. Natasha Romanoff looked at someone behind the camera and roguishly winked.

Whoops were heard when the familiar fast-paced notes sounded in the air. Her grip on the mic was confident and she let her body playfully move.

She bobbed her head. Eyes closed and feeling playful.

Making my way downtown Walking fast paces pass And I’m homebound

The redhead’s mischievous gaze suddenly focused behind the camera.

Staring blankly ahead Just makin’ my way I’m makin’ a way through the crowd

And I need you. Natasha stretched her right arm forward.

And I miss you. She blew a kiss.

And now I wonder. The camera caught a hand darting forward and catching it. Just as Natasha smiled widely.

Darcy could be heard whispering an amazed, “oh my Thor they’re so cute!” and she swiveled the camera to take the others' reactions. Similar state of happiness and delight were seen as they cheer for their normally reserved friends.

An utterly soft smile was on Natasha’s face and everyone was just pushing and cheering because it’s the first time they saw that smile. Normally the couple would refrain from public displays of affection but they weren’t complaining. It was cute how the couple acts.

If I could fall into the sky Do you think time would pass me by Cause you know I’d walk a thousand miles If I could just see you… tonight.

The last line ended and everyone was still reeling, but the thundering hoots and applause followed immediately. Natasha bowed and smirked before strutting off the stage. The video cut, but not before catching the redhead smiling warmly at someone that the camera unfortunately didn't catch.

‘Cause you know I’d walk a thousand miles If I could just see you… tonight.

@darcygodtaser: If you’re as romantic as @n_romanoff, you can date me. But I think I’ll be waiting for a long time.

@muff_in: @n_romanoff oh my goddd what the fuck, I never thought someone's voice could make me melt into a puddle.

@bwcanrailme: can we talk about how @n_romanoff was totally singing for someone??? Can we have a hint who she's singing for @darcygodtaser

@redavengerlover: badass, avenger, and singer. Is there something @n_romanoff can't do?

@arrowbird: @redavengerlover @n_romanoff can't walk into corridors without bumping into walls when they smile at her.

@ironman3000: @redavengerlover @n_romanoff can't lift weights without dropping it on her foot because she saw them doing pull ups without a shirt.

@stevieamerica: @redavengerlover @n_romanoff can't walk properly on heels because she saw them in a tailored suit and tie.

@drgreen: @redavengerlover @n_romanoff can't stop smiling whenever she gets a good luck text from them

@thornir: @redavengerlover @n_romanoff THE LADY SPIDER SAW THEM IN ASGARDIAN ARMOR AND CANNOT SPEAK FOR 5 MINUTES

@itsbitsypuppy: I love how the avengers just exposed @n_romanoff that she's just like the rest of us mortals and gay panics too

@n_romanoff: Well I don't.

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Another video was posted by Darcy and this one was even more viral than the previous one. And this time, everyone had absolutely gone wild. The speculations to whom the illustrious Black Widow was dating had finally been put to rest.

The revelation had sent everyone reeling. News feeds reported the event, and social media sites crashed due to the high amount of online traffic.

The video started with a beautiful view of a flower field. Purple, yellow, red, blue, you name it— there were 30 varieties of blooming tulips that filled the area. Behind the multitude of colors in the field is the extraordinarily green pine trees, and even farther is the snow-capped mountain — Mount Cheam.

An impressed whistle pierced the silent showcasing, and the camera flipped to show Darcy wearing a gray overcoat paired with a blue scarf.

“Beautiful right? But that’s not actually what we’re here for. We’re in Canada!”

“I don’t know where exactly but we were invited by our favorite blue-eyed commander because —” Darcy trailed off, lips pursing as she tried to remember.

Looking around, the brunette walked over to Steve, “Steve! Why are we here again? I can’t remember why.”

He scratched his head, “Pepper didn’t really give a reason. She just told us that Maria wanted us here.”

A voice off-camera caught their attention and Darcy looked straight at the lens, “Alright guys, that’s Pepper calling us.”

The team shuffled and stood at a distance, watching as Clint lead a blindfolded Natasha to the center of the field. He joined the rest and just sushed them when they saw Maria walking towards Natasha.

Excited murmurs came from the other Avengers.

“I think this is it.”

“You mean?”

“I think so.”

“Will we hear them?”

“Yeah, we set up a drone don’t worry about it. ”

A tall lean woman came into view and tapped Natasha on the shoulder, “Hey sweetheart, you can remove the blindfold now.”

Natasha looked around and the woman caught her hand to turn the redhead towards her, “Maria, our anniversary isn’t for a few months yet.”

Maria chuckled, and exhaled shakily, “I know. But that’s not why I’m doing this.”

She entwined the redhead’s hand in hers, “Nat. The first time we went here, we were just dating for a few months but I already knew we would last. Because when I look at you, I see a future with you by my side.”

Taking a deep breath, she put their entwined hands on her chest. Letting Natasha feel how fast her heart was beating. From the equally breathless look on the redhead's face, it looked like she already has an idea where this is going.

“Years have passed but it only cemented the fact that I want that future. So I’m standing here, in a field full of tulips because I’m deeply in love with you, Nat. And if you would let me, I’d like to love you for the rest of my life.”

“So…” Maria took out a jewelry box and got down on one knee, “Natasha Romanoff, will you marry me?”

Natasha was speechless. Staring wide-eyed at the kneeling woman.

Everybody held their breath, clutching each other in anticipation. Darcy was holding on to the phone so tight it shook.

An amazed, “Yes.”

“Yes?” Delight coated Maria’s voice.

Natasha let out a teary laugh, “Yes! Of course Masha!”

The video was no longer focused because Darcy jumped and hugged the others. Excited squeals and cheers erupted. Maria raised her hand to call them over. They ran towards the couple, hugging in celebration.

“This calls for a party!”

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Accompanying the video is a group photo of the team with the newly engaged couple. Clint, Tony, Steve, Thor and Bruce was at Natasha’s right, beaming proudly like brothers. On Maria’s left is Pepper, Darcy, and Jane looking at the camera with broad smiles. As for Natasha and Maria, they were smiling so widely their eyes were sparkling.

@darcygodtaser: Congratulations to our beloved spider @n_romanoff and commander @off_hill ! They’re perfect for each other. They’ve got to be the most romantic people I know. Trust me, I’ve dated before.

@tap_me: OH MY GOD @n_romanoff is getting hitched!!! And to a woman! I think I’m in wonderland. Her fiancée @off_hill is so romantic, and fucking gorgeous even from afar.

@gaymer: The gays win!!!! Fuck the people who told us @n_romanoff was dating a man. @off_hill and @n_romanoff are lucky to have each other. Congratulations!

@spiderlover: Who’s taking which surname? Natasha Hill? Maria Romanoff? Romanoff-Hill? Hill-Romanoff. I HAVE TO KNOW @n_romanoff @off_hill

@n_romanoff: @off_hill I think Mrs. Maria Romanoff-Hill has a nice ring to it.

@off_hill: @n_romanoff As long as you marry me I don’t care what surname you pick.

Laying on their bed and content, Natasha nipped Maria’s jaw, “Damn it Hill, I thought you’d argue with me.”

Maria looked down with a raised brow, “Do you want me to argue with you?”

She shrugged, “Not really, but this is why I’m marrying you, you keep me on my toes.”

“Of course I keep you on your toes, how would you kiss me otherwise.” Maria giggled at her own joke.

Maria’s laughter stopped Natasha from retaliating. She gazed at the commander and couldn’t help but smile. She’s going to marry this amazing woman. She couldn’t wait.

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