#he doesn't know what to do about this and natasha and clint think it's funny so they don't help

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Oh oh oh!!! 37 or 73. Dealer’s choice.

Thanks!

I decided to be nice and went with 73 <3

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"I am getting real tired of meeting you here," Tony said, and he looked just as long-suffering as he sounded when Steve looked up at him through the bars of his cell. "I'm also getting real tired of everyone but you calling me for help."

Steve opened his mouth, but he wasn't entirely certain what to say. He's called Tony for help the first time he'd gotten arrested, but Tony had looked so bewildered and... sort of offended when he'd arrived? Steve had decided he'd stop calling Tony and just call on his less judgemental teammates (Bruce was a no-go after the second time) to come bail him out. He had no idea why they, in turn, had called Tony up to take on his bail. He always offered to pay them back, and he always showed up for court.

Come to think of it, the judge was starting to look at him a lot like Tony was, Steve mused, rubbing his hand over his mouth to hide an amused smile.

"You know," Tony continued when Steve said nothing, and the smile dropped from his face when he realized he'd actually been waiting for a response. "I understand you're trying to... figure yourself out, or whatever Natasha said. I just wish--"

"I am not trying to figure myself out. I am punching neo-nazis," Steve corrected firmly. "I do not enjoy punching neo-nazis. In fact, I very much dislike the fact that there are neo-nazis to punch."

Tony pursed his lips, obviously unimpressed. "The pictures the Daily Bugle post show you looking quite happy to punch them. It looks a little unhinged actually and I am officially asking you to fucking cut it out for a month. I have a fundraiser for the Maria Stark Foundation and I don't want to spend the entire thing fielding questions about your disdain for the law."

"I've never been convicted of a crime," Steve began, drawing himself up in offense.

"You're Captain America. Who wants to convict Captain America of a crime when you punch a neo-nazi?" Tony retorted, crossing his arms over his chest. "Stop punching people. Find a different hobby. I hear bird watching and crossword puzzles are popular with your age group."

"I'm telling Natasha you think her crossword puzzles make her old," Steve tried again.

"Her gardening hobby makes her old too. Make sure you tell her I said that," Tony retorted, then stepped closer, pointing at him through the bars. "I'm telling you one last time before I put my foot up your ass, Steve. Do things that make you happy--within the confines of the legal system."

It took everything in him not to immediately answer 'no.' He thought Tony might actually break through the bars and murder him. "Okay."

Tony blinked at him, apparently having expected more argument. Steve normally would have given him one, but Tony had proved very protective over his mother's foundation and all the events it held. Steve didn't feel inclined to push his luck. Especially since he was inside the cell and Tony was not, and Tony could leave him here.

"...Okay," Tony finally agreed. He narrowed his eyes skeptically. Steve tried to look as innocent as possible and was rewarded with a sour, "Don't do that."

"Fine," Steve said, contrite expression dropping. "Can we leave?"

Tony continued to stare at him, considering. Finally, though, he huffed, rolling his eyes. "Fine. I sent your court date to Natasha since you broke your phone on someone's face. Please stop doing illegal shit until after the gala."

Steve sighed. "Fine. Can I take you out to coffee? That's not illegal anymore apparently."

Tony whipped around to stare at him again, aghast. Finally, he managed to bark a confused, "HUH?"

"You told me to find my happiness within legal confines," Steve reasoned. "Homosexuality was legalized in New York in the eighties. I looked it up."

Tony stared at him a little longer, then let out a reedy, overwhelmed laugh. "What are you talking about?!"

"Let's discuss it over coffee," Steve tried again, and then, "Or dinner? Whichever you prefer."

"Shut the fuck up," Tony laughed, rolling his eyes, and finally turned to leave. "I'll go tell the officer to let you out."

Steve watched him go, stunned. Then he crossed his arms over his chest with a huff. This was why he preferred punching neo-nazis. They, at least, knew what his intentions were. He could probably give Tony a 'will you go out with me? yes or yes' note and he'd just laugh and say he forgot to add 'no.'

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#5

For anyone following the Saga of My Life for the last couple of years

Today my Master of Science in Nursing, Adult Gero Acute Care NP degree was conferred!!!

51 notes - Posted April 29, 2022

#4

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, DCU (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton/Jason Todd, also featuring established Winterhawk Characters: Clint Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes, Jason Todd Additional Tags: Roleplay, Sexual Roleplay, Explicit Sexual Content, Anal Sex, Rimming, Blow Jobs, Virginity Roleplay, picking up a stranger in a bar, Established Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton, Threesome - M/M/M, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Jason Todd Feels, jason todd is a bossy bitch actually, Switching, Multiple Partners, First Dates, kind of but not really, roleplaying a first date, but somehow it takes a turn for the weird, Crymaxing, slightly subby Clint Barton, Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Hair-pulling, Hopeful Ending

Summary:

“Listen,” the guy says, and his voice is low and kinda rough, and he’s got an accent Bucky can’t quite place. “I’m not tryin’ to overstep, but I overheard kind of a lot and like. I know you’re, uh… trying to work through some shit, man, and I get it. I, uh, had kinda a fanatical upbringing myself. But I’m not sure this guy is the one to work it out with, you know?”

Bucky… is going to kill Clint. Suddenly all of Clint’s odd comments and strangely demure behavior and even his clothes start to make a kind of insane sense. He’s play-acting at more than just a first date. Clint’s pretending to be someone else entirely, and Bucky’s not sure if it’s a joke or a bad attempt at seduction, but either way a heads-up before the evening started would have prevented a hell of a lot of confusion and maybe prevented Bucky from nearly murdering his husband in a bar in Hell’s Kitchen on a Wednesday night.

55 notes - Posted August 7, 2022

#3

for the ficlet prompts: tv baking competition au

This is kind of what you asked for, and yet, it is not at all what you asked for.

Bucky doesn't know how or why he got drawn into TV cooking shows. He doesn't cook, for fuck's sake. He didn't cook before his accident, and he sure as fuck isn't chopping onions with only one arm these days. Bucky spends half his time wrapped in his comforter eating ham sandwiches.

It started, he thinks, with Great British Bake Off. There's just something comforting about that show. It's just nice. It was something to do when Bucky couldn't even drag himself out of bed, deep in a dark hole of depression an self-loathing and pain. He could turn on GBBO and just... let his brain rest.

And then it sort of... expanded. From baking competitions to cooking competitions to plain old cooking shows.

And now he's watching YouTube episodes of Oh Crepé!, featuring a tall, handsome blond man who seems to enjoy fucking up famous recipes and telling bad jokes.

Bucky's not even sure how he found the guy. But he's funny (if you like puns, and god help him, Bucky does), and kind, and laughs at himself more than he laughs at other people, and he's fuckin' deadly with a knife, and there's something soothing about listening to him describe his sexual attraction to a pork pancake.

Okay, that part's a little weird, but Bucky likes weird, and he likes that the guy - he's called Clint, Bucky knows that, because the girl behind the camera who heckles him incessantly says his name with with varying degrees of exasperation at least twice an episode - is so at ease with himself, so comfortable in his own skin, despite bandages, and bruises, and his inability to pronounce 'self-aggrandizing'.

He's also Deaf, and that's nothing at all like being an amputee, but something about knowing that makes Bucky feel like one day he'll be okay too.

66 notes - Posted April 25, 2022

#2

For the @winterhawkaubang​ I created this art piece and I was fortunate enough to be chosen by @buckybarnesdeservestobehappy​​ who wrote a lovely work called In The Pool House - please check it out and give it some love!

68 notes - Posted September 20, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Chapters: 1/16 Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton, Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers Characters: Clint Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Darcy Lewis, Original Child Character(s), May Parker (Spider-Man), an ensemble cast tbh Additional Tags: modern suburban fantasy au, Alternate Universe - Teachers, Kid Fic, Werewolves, disconcertingly friendly locals, puppy invasions, bizarre subtle interrogations, roving packs of scheming children, awkward seduction attempts via edible arrangements, a ruinously hot single dad, Werewolf Courting, Werewolf Mates, Oblivious Clint Barton, Protective Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton & Natasha Romanov Friendship, Alpha Steve Rogers, Peggy was and remains a spy and it shows, Sam Wilson is a Gift, First Dates, Slow Burn, the things werewolves find attractive are more surprising than you think, Sex, Anal Sex, First Time, fluff and joy and jokes mostly Summary:

After winding up in hot water with the Ukrainian mob, Clint finds himself relocating to a small town in northern Indiana to work as an elementary school gym teacher, and finds his new home invaded by a series of suspiciously wolfish puppies determined to be Lucky's BFFs, and his life invaded by over zealously friendly neighbors determined to feed him. In a startling twist of events, three of his favorite students happen to be his next door neighbors, along with their ruinously hot single dad Bucky, who proves to be just as enamored of Clint as he is of Bucky.

What follows is a classic rendition of thirsting over the hot neighbor, bizarre small-town behavior, and so many puppies.

Chapter 1 of my 2022 WHOB fic is up and includes art from the lovely @claraxbarton!!!

138 notes - Posted November 8, 2022

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HE'S DOING ALL HE CAN. THAT'S GOTTA COUNT FOR SOMETHING?

Clint didn't believe in much, he's not quite like Tony in the sense of science being the basis of that The closest thing he believed in were three things in the no order; BARTON LUCK. BARTON CURSE. THE UNIVERSE IS CHAOTIC AND RANDOM SO GIVE IT YOUR ALL. It's not really a concept that has a dedicated explanation but it's something. It's not even fully real to him either.

He's trying which roots him reality, but he gotta hope for something. That the hand he was being dealt here would give him something, for him trying to play his best game. OKAY, IT'S HIS WORSE GAME. He was making do with what he got.

There's that funny look on his face, trying to decide and hoping that he's lucky that Tony's putting him up like this. GONNA HELP HIM HELP HIMSELF. The company was appreciated because he really didn't want to be alone right now, didn't want to be left to his own thoughts and nightmares until he had to, cause he may have a wrong idea about rehab or two; but solitude in a cell, that's too much alone time and it was bad for him.

LIKE HOSPITALS. If you weren't careful... Clint gets himself as comfortable as he could, and eventually he stays his eyes from looking at Tony to the tv and he could not give a shit. He really was going to try to nap. NOT MUCH ELSE TO DO with what his thoughts are consuming him with.

REPLAYING EVERYTHING HE COULD REMEMBER. The guilt, the shame, the anger. Self-loathing too thick to cut through. There's more than that and every thing was tinted through the lens of an alcoholic glass. Dreamless sleep was a good alternative and he hadn't been sleeping much at all as it, staying up and wearing himself thin as two costumed individuals was a lot.

His eyes drift back to Tony. ❝ Good enough for me. ❞ Clint lets his body sigh and tries to met into the couch. THANK GOD IT'S COMFORTABLE. There was one time with Natasha that they had to attend a rich person thing and the couches were uncomfortable. It's not as good as his deep and thick cushioned Bed-Stuy couch but at least he doesn't think he'll add back pain after napping on this.

❝ MAYBE. ❞ He doesn't elaborate more on that. If Tony had paid attention, that it could be observed that Clint's own depressive tendencies led him to simply not hydrate. MAYBE he needed something, wanted something. A PILLOW MAYBE, or simply to see and be assured he wasn't going into this alone.

HE'S SCARED SHITLESS. THINKING OF THE PHONE CALL. THE PAUSE ON THE END.

What if he had said no? THAT WHAT CHANCE DID HE HAVE? Clint didn't want to get off for what he did; he didn't run off or fight when he killed Bruce, but HE KNOWS how the system fucks people over and he HATES THE SYSTEM. Knew that if he didn't have a chance with his confession, than what was the only of any of it? If he had no chance, he was useless, as good as dead.

Tony can't help but smile when Clint says he's stuck with him. He recognizes that. That's a please stay from someone who wasn't good at asking for things like that.

He turned on the tv. Not really tuned in to anything particularly. Just background noise. He considered moving. Maybe if Clint wanted him there, he wanted his touch too. Especially if he was trying to fall asleep. But they weren't there anymore. Even playing with his hair out by the pool was more intimate than the place they were at. And if Tony moved he'd seem eager for something he wasn't even sure either of them wanted. And if he was wrong, then it would just make things awkward for both of them.

"Alright, so it's whatever the hell this is," he said nodding to the screen. Honestly, he never really watched TV much. He had screens running while he was working and it was usually just all news stations and he was just listening for key words in case they reported on something he needed to know.

When Clint fell to sleep, he'd probably just keep an eye on Brandy.

"Do you need anything? Water? A pillow and blanket."

Tony wasn't even sure what he was doing now. He was walking on eggshells because he knew how fragile this moment was. He wanted to hold on to the Clint who was getting along with him and wanted him to be there, because he knew that one who hated him and wanted to physically hurt him wasn't very far away.

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Canon LGBTQ+ Characters

A New Reality (ao3) - kickcows loki/mobius E, 39k

Summary: Loki finds himself stuck in a new branch of reality, and seeks guidance from the one person he knows will help him - Mobius.

Destroy You As I Am (ao3) - Pandorica loki/sylvie E, 71k

Summary: Sylvie is on a mission to destroy the man who killed her family - notorious sex club owner Nathaniel Richards. When a mysterious stranger, Loki, helps her get access to Richards' inner circle, their lives become intimately entangled in a confusion of dominance, submission, sex, exhibitionism,  and espionage. But can she trust him to help her take everything she's ever wanted? Or is he out for his own game entirely?

first love/late spring (ao3) - leonsknees loki/mobius T, 5k

Summary: “I don’t care about Mobius,” Loki growls bitterly, and staggers to his feet. “Would you knock it off? I knew it was going to make everything worse having you here.”

Sylvie just smiles knowingly, and shakes her head. “He cares about you.”

Loki curls his hands into fists, and raises his chin in defiance. “Perhaps, but I don’t care about him. Some predicament, huh?”

Fumblings (ao3) - Griselda_Gimpel phastos/ben M, 689

Summary: Phastos and Ben's first time, complicated by the Phastos' alien god biology.

funny you’re the broken one (ao3) - thorbiased T, 4k

Summary: “Judging by the numbers on the lime-green digital clock on the stove, it’s three am when Thor wakes up on Brunnhilde’s kitchen floor.”

Thor patches things up with Valkyrie.

Heart of Iron & Steel (ao3) - risingoftime shuri/riri E, 1k

Summary: Shuri wanted to learn Riri’s anatomy, studying and caressing her most delicate features. Listening to her moans and cries like a melody almost drove them to sweet insanity.

Jealously in the Making (ao3) - tummytrouble loki/mobius/sylvie N/R, 6k

Summary: Mobius loves Loki, and so does Sylvie. But Loki has more than enough love to go around. After tender love making, it sparks a rivalry between the pair, but Loki is determined to show that he doesn't pick favorites.

Missing you is like missing a part of myself (ao3) - Mimisempai phastos/ben G, 1k

Summary: As Ben receives a message from Phastos announcing his return, he thinks about how much he had missed Phastos.

our way, no takebacks (ao3) - dinosuns loki/mobius T, 20k

Summary: Destiny is a deception and fate is a fiction. They're doing this their way.

The Nature of Phastos (ao3) - Griselda_Gimpel phastos/ben T, 544

Summary: Even before Ben learned the truth, he knew his husband Phastos wasn't ordinary.

The Scientist (ao3) - vampirefreakism pepper/tony, loki/ofc T, 359k

Summary: In the events following Asgard's destruction, Loki finds himself on Earth seeking refuge to await the inevitable. Much to his surprise, it comes from a source he would never have expected.

Torn Down, Full of Aching (ao3) - Webtrinsic T, 1k

Summary: America is under the impression Stephen cares about her because he has to, not because he wants to. She couldn't be anymore wrong.

To Touch Her Again (ao3) - incogniteau valkyrie/natasha T, 756

Summary: After getting caught up in Ultron’s invasion and unsure what is happening elsewhere in the US and the world, Natasha is reunited with her love, Brunnhilde, her Valkyrie.

we will make a home someday, one full of love and light (ao3) - delphiniumblooms sersi/ikaris, phastos/ben T, 1k

Summary: Sersi and Ikaris pay Phastos’ family a visit.

you’re not broken (ao3) - helloilovefanfiction yelena/kate G, 1k

Summary: Yelena and Kate are kissing, when Kate wants to go farther. Yelena panics and pushes her away, leading to a conversation about asexuality.

Young Gods (ao3) - CloudAtlas kate/america, clint/jessica T, 13k

Summary: WOMEN’S SELF-DEFENCE CLASSES it reads, with HOPE VAN DYNE, TRISH WALKER and AMERICA CHAVEZ.

The start date is next Monday.

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The Avengers: Earth Mightiest Heroes & X-Men Evolution series watch

Hulk vs. The World written By Kevin Burke & Chris Wyatt

In this episode, Bruce Banner is in Las Vegas trying to connect with a man named Crusher to learn more about one of the Shield prisons called "the cube". However, things quickly turn violent when Crusher reveals his Absorbing Man powers and triggers Bruce to transform into the Hulk. They fight in the desert before the US military arrives with the Hulkbuster Unit, led by General Ross. But before Ross and his unit can intervene, they are ordered to stand down by SHIELD, who deploys Hawkeye and Black Widow to fight and capture the Hulk. Despite Ross's decision to ignore this order and fire a missile at the Hulk while Hawkeye and Black Widow are fighting him, the Hulk manages to stop the missile and save a shuttle from crashing. However, he is ultimately knocked out and taken into custody by SHIELD. While imprisoned, Bruce talks with Dr. Leonard Samson and expresses his suspicions that SHIELD is using his blood to create weapons.

The Second half of the episode follows Hawkeye. Seeing Natasha doing some suspicious things, she hasn't been filling out her reports properly. He finds out that she has been selling information to Hydra and when he confronts during a meeting, she frames him for being a mole and Hawkeye is taking into SHIELD custody.

So another really well done episode with good action and something that I really about this is Hulk isn't just depicted as a mindless beast. He shows both a bit of cleverness in his fight with Absorbing Man as well as showing his inner heroism when he saves the shield agent from crashing.

Clint has a very such funny guess Natasha's password and he keeps guessing spider things before guessing his own name and there's this smile on his face, before it turns out nope. Oh, you sweet child no way.

I do wish I had more to say but these early episodes are so much story set up it's hard to really talk about. It is all well done and feels natural but still to early to really discuss, when so much of it is story beat, story beat ect’

Rogue Recruit written by Simon Furman

In this episode, we are introduced to Rogue, a mutant whose powers awaken during a high school party in Mississippi. Rogue accidentally absorbs the abilities and memories of a boy she was dancing with, which leaves her confused and scared. She runs away, and later on, her foster mother Irene informs Mystique that Rogue's powers have awakened. Mystique is determined to ensure that Rogue is not recruited by the X-Men, and she plans to use her shapeshifting abilities to make Rogue fear and distrust them before they can reach her.

Things get more complicated when Rogue accidentally takes Nightcrawler and Storm with her, and every time she touches someone, she also experiences their memories. Ultimately, the X-Men are unable to reach Rogue, and Mystique, in her Principal Darkholme identity, transfers Rogue to Bayville High School. Although Rogue doesn't remember anything from that night, she still has the communicator that Jean gave her, which suggests that she might know more than she realizes.

I know I'm viewing this episode from a much different lens because I already know who these characters are and what they're relationships are in truth are. Like, the intrigue is the mystery and it's not badly done but it's not rewarding feeling if you do know the answer.

Also, hey Destiny here and that's cool. Unfortunately this is an early 2000s show so I highly doubt they're really going to dive into Irene and Mystique's relationship sadly.

So far I'm really liking how much the X-Men group is really gelling with each other. Everyone I think is really adjusting to their roles in the group. Nightcrawler is great, Cyclops is actually a pretty good foil for the team.

Looking forward to more goth girl Rogue. She has a really solid character design, have to say.

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FIC UPDATE: we're inches apart (and even closer at heart) 7/7

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: mild injury Fandoms: MCU, Avengers, Black Widow, Daredevil, Hawkeye Relationships: Matt Murdock/Natasha Romanoff, Yelena Belova & Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton & Natasha Romanoff, Yelena Belova & Natasha Romanoff & Alexei Shostakov & Melina Vostokoff, Natasha Romanoff & Tony Stark, Avengers Team & Natasha Romanoff Characters: Natasha Romanoff, Matt Murdock, Yelena Belova, Clint Barton, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker, Wanda Maximoff, Bucky Barnes, Foggy Nelson, Karen Page, Melina Vostokoff, Alexei Shostakov, Other Marvel Characters Additional Tags: Natasha Romanov Is Not A Robot, Natasha Romanov Lives, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, POV Natasha Romanov, Natasha Romanov-centric, Natasha Romanov Feels, Fluff and Angst, Light Angst, Angst and Humor, Fluff and Humor, Banter, Dialogue Heavy, Weddings, Secret Relationship, Sappy Ending, Tony Stark Lives, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Family Shenanigans, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Identity Reveal, Secret Identity, Secret Identity Fail, Fix-It Wordcount: 45k Summary:

"This seems awfully fast, Natasha," Melina says with genuine concern. "You are still so young." Nat blinks. "We've been dating for six years," she says flatly. "Oh, I thought you just found a random guy on the street, thought he was cute, followed him home and decided to marry him," Yelena says. "Do you think I'm that shallow?" Nat asks, and she's about to laugh before she realizes that what Yelena said isn't entirely inaccurate. (Or: Turns out planning your wedding is pretty damn hard when most of your family doesn't know your husband to be even exists.)

Excerpt:

"Sparring will help you warm up. And sleep," Matt declares. He tilts his head, the moonlight from the window lighting half of his body. "No one will see the blind guy beat you in a fight because they're all sleeping...I think." He frowns. "Heart and breathing rhythms are affected by certain superpowers."

Nat slowly pulls herself up and out of bed. "Y'know, Tony designed these walls to be soundproof."

Matt smirks. "Obviously, he didn't have me in mind when he did."

"He didn't know you existed."

They stretch a little together and jog to the gym to warm up, passing the kitchen on the way to grab water bottles.

"No lasting or visible injuries," Nat says, stepping onto the mat.

"For the wedding pictures I'll never see," Matt agrees. That could be either a sad statement or a funny one, but he's smiling, so Nat smiles back.

"You're going to regret this," she says teasingly. And they start.

Years ago, she couldn't have ever imagined how soothing it would be to spar. It was a life-or-death situation, back in the Red Room. You had to be good enough or you were dead. They—the survivors, that is—often found ways to distract one another from the deaths they had caused. But here and now, sparring is the distraction. It takes her breath away, pushes back all her anxieties. While it would be nice to win, she's not afraid of losing. Sometimes, there really is no winning or losing with sparring. You're just practicing your skills, getting better every day.

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Clint shrugs his shoulders at the apology. It wasn't really necessary nor mattered to him, but he just nods his head to the mumble. Clint starts to eat his own pastries, picking them apart because he had was a menace to take out.

Eat food normal? No, not unless he cooked it himself.

❝ The reason is called being an average guy, just like me. Unless you do got some kind of superpower juicing up your veins. ❞ Clint gets what the other was saying. Although, he was typically better with people than it sound like Q was. Granted, Clint kind of had to be in the business of knowing people, a lot of people, and he's been on dozens of teams.

He'd be a bad teammate or leader if he didn't remember people and details. Q could probably get away with only knowing what was mission necessary.

❝ Yeah, people annoy you? You're going to hate me than, I got a knack for getting on people's nerves. I'll try not for the sake of our working relationship. ❞ Clint laughs, because he knows that some people he was going to work with, the best and more fun approach would be to annoy the shit out of them, and plus people underestimated the annoying idiot, probably get people questioning how he was even an avenger.

At the question of how long he was going to be here, Clint had no idea. This felt like one of those long haul missions that Natasha and Bobbi would go off on. He shrugs his shoulders because he doesn't remember Shield ever mentioning anything about when they were pulling him out. He figures that he'll here until he's done, which he thinks he might be able to find the mole out sooner than later. Or he hopes.

❝ Funny thing about that; I don't know. I imagine that I can still be called away for any Avengers business, but I'm guessing whenever that is done I'm coming back here if the mission isn't complete. ❞ He might actually have to call Hill about those details, pester her until she tells him more about what he was doing in Britain.

Q rather wished he was a database. He could name all of the prototypes and projects he had ever worked on, but people just didn't stick inside his mind. MI6 went through a lot of interns - especially in the base level of Q-branch since they didn't need access to top-secret information to gain useful skills. He wasn't sure he could even name one of the previous interns, though he could recognise and greet the current intake.

"Sorry." He mumbled as he pulled out one of the smaller pastries and popped it into his mouth. The call to sugar was just too good to keep it waiting even though it gave Q the usual sensation of Marcus rolling his mental eyes.

Q glanced down as he chewed and swallowed. "For some reason, I just don't keep information on people. Apart from a few of the agents, I get attached. But everyone else is kind of a mass to me." He explained since he wanted to keep things honest between himself and Clint. Apart from the Marcus thing.

He smiled at Clint's remarks. "You'll fit right in, everyone loves to whine. I never used to understand it, but I'm getting better. Mainly because people keep annoying me." He giggled to himself and sipped at his tea as they walked.

"How long are you actually okay being here? I understand it's a mission and there is a requirement for you to be here. But if you want to return home as quickly as possible, I'm sure we can use slightly less subtle methods to get information. Since so many people are put in danger by this leak, we're not above using old techniques." Though Q winced even as he said it, not one for harming others even as just mentioning it brought a wave of interest over him from Marcus.

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Wanda x reader x Natasha headcanons please, what it's about can be up to you as long as its fluff :)

I wrote some domestic headcanons because we always see heroes in action but we never get to see them just chilling yknow? Hope you enjoy <3

WandaNat x reader domestic headcanons

Warnings: fluffy goodness, brief mentions of Yelena at the end

Out of the two of them, Wanda is the only one who knows how to cook

If you do too, great, that means you can help her out in the kitchen

If not, you can join Natasha in the living room, where she's been banned from the kitchen after trying to "help" Wanda with Thanksgiving one year (you guys ended up having to get takeout because she overcooked the turkey)

Natasha is great when it comes to styling hair and doing makeup, and loves doing intricate braids in both her and Wanda's hair, and yours too if it's long enough

The three of you have contemplated getting a pet before, but with your jobs taking you out of the country a lot you decided against it

Wanda hates doing laundry because she doesn't always understand what to do and how all the buttons work, which results in her trying to use her magic to get the clothes clean and ends up making a mess everywhere

The amount of times either you or Natasha have come back from shopping to find the laundry room flooded with soapy water and sopping wet clothes is too many to count

Even though she sucks at washing clothes, Wanda's not that bad when it comes to folding laundry- a huge difference from Natasha, who throws her clean clothes into the drawer without even bothering to fold them first

While they both have thought about having kids, Wanda would be much more likely to take active steps in getting pregnant or adopting whereas Nat is content with being the fun aunt for Clint's kids

Speaking of Clint's kids, you guys often babysit for him whenever he's away on a mission or just needs a break

Wanda loves shopping for clothes and often drags you and Nat along with her so she can model them for you

Nat redyes her hair whenever she gets bored, along with yours and Wanda's help

Wanda still owns the clothes she wore during her emo phase, and sometimes she'll put them back on and smear some black eyeliner over her eyes just for you and Nat's amusement

Yelena visits whenever she can, as you and Wanda assured her that she's always welcome for being part of the family

Nat hates you for this, because this means Yelena will randomly show up whenever just for the heck of it and bother her

You and Wanda don't mind and think it's funny to see the way Nat acts whenever she's around

🏷 taglist: @anxiously-sad @iloveentrapta @ghot-girl @taecube @nevilleismywhore @xxromanoffxx @your-next-daydream

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[ackermanbitch]

Teenage Dirtbag (Peter Parker X Reader) Part Five

a/n: lets just act like i havent fucked up the plot multiple times bc civil war is confusing also ive changed this chapter like twice now

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

warnings: cussing, steve like very briefly manipulating reader for his cause, vague and badly written action scenes

word count: 2.7k

"Why do I need to know all this Steve? Natasha and dad were pretty clear about keeping me in the dark." She whispered, sitting on a step in the stairway. Everything was so much more complicated than (Y/N) thought. She was now stuck in the compound with Wanda and Vision, feeling a sudden weight on her shoulders, too much weight for someone her age.

A few days after her afternoon with Ned and Peter, Happy told (Y/N) she needed to head to the compound for reasons he couldn't explain. Of course, she agreed without a second thought, not thinking it was a big deal.

It was a big deal. An enormous deal.

Steve was a criminal, and her dad was after him. She hated herself for it, but she was definitely on Cap's side. His pitch made more sense to her than her dad's. The Avengers just can't do what they need to if they're held back by a list of rules. She also tried to look at the entire situation like the trolley problem.

There were lives lost in New York, Washington DC and Sokovia but taking down the villains undoubtedly prevented more lives from being lost.

Steve, Bucky and Sam had a mildly stable plan at the moment to meet (Y/N), Wanda, Clint and some guy named Scott at an airport in Germany where the quinjet was being held.

"Because I need you on my side, (Y/N). Maybe your dad will listen if his own daughter is the one talking." Steve explained, his tone sounding slightly frustrated.

(Y/N) clenched her jaw, gripping the phone in her hand tighter as she spoke. "If I'm talking? I'll only help if I don't actually have to talk to him until this whole thing is solved. He will actually blast you to pieces if he finds out you're the one who told me."

"Desperate times call for desperate measures (Y/N). Trust me, I never wanted you involved in this, but I know you can help, whether or not Tony even knows you're with us."

"What if he like- never speaks to me again? And what if you lose this whole thing and go to prison Cap? What happens to me, hm? I feel like you just haven't thought this th-" The sound of a faraway explosion interrupted her, making her stand up and jog up the stairs to the kitchen where Vision and Wanda were.

She hung up on Steve, shoving her phone in her pocket with one hand and pushing open the door with her other one, "Wanda? Did you guys hea-" She paused, seeing Clint try to fight Vision with his fists.

(Y/N) felt like her legs were stuck in cement as she watched Vision hold Clint in a chokehold, seemingly winning the fight until Wanda fought against Vision, sending him flying through a few floors and then deeper into the earth.

Clint sighed in relief, running up to the teen and taking her hand. "C'mon kiddo, not long before he gets back up."

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"Is this kidnapping? I feel like this is kidnapping." (Y/N) asked, sitting in the front row of the van, leaning forward to talk to Clint.

"Unfortunately, yeah, we kidnapped you. But we're not taking you against your will or anything. And just because Steve wanted you here, doesn't mean I agree with it." He mumbled the last sentence, pulling into a parking spot.

He pulled open the side door after hopping out of the front seat, "Now, what are you do-"

"Watching, listening and running." She mumbled, pulling her backpack out of the van and throwing it over her shoulder. "God, that was a brutal trip, this Scott dude snores like crazy. Funny guy though, you should see his magic tricks." She giggled lightly, stretching while 'the Scott dude' introduced himself to Steve.

"They tell you what we're up against?" Cap asked, crossing his arms.

"Something about some psycho-assassins?"

Steve nodded, "We're outside the law on this one."

"Insane understatement..." (Y/N) scoffed.

"One question, does she have superpowers I don't know about? I mean, I have no problem with her being here or anything I just don't know why someone would bring a teenager to something like this." Scott asked, gesturing to her with a nod of his head.

"Distraction. Just in case." She deadpanned, still stretching.

(Y/N) sat on the roof of the parking garage, a pair of binoculars in her hands. She had a bottle of water in her lap and her backpack sat next to her, it was a nice setup.

Things started out tame as Steve walked out into the open, Tony and Rhodey landing in front of him. She could somewhat hear what they were discussing, the echoing making it easier to hear even from her distance.

Tony suddenly cupped his hands around his mouth, yelling a code name (Y/N) definitely did not recognize.

"Underoos!"

She saw him swinging through the air before Cap did. What looked like insanely enlarged spider webs stuck to Steve's shield, ripping it from his grasp like it was nothing.

She looked through her binoculars, her eyebrows furrowing. Who the hell was this guy? Have I seen that suit before? Why is he making small talk at a fucking battle?

"Cap-Captain. Big fan, I'm Spider-Man."

His voice cracked a lot.

(Y/N) lowered her binoculars, gasping. She didn't even listen to her dad's ranting, squinting at the stranger in the red suit.

When she did focus back in on the present, things had escalated a lot more quickly than she expected.

"Great, alright there's two on the parking deck, one of them's Maximoff, I'm gonna grab her." Tony reported.

"Got two in the terminal, Wilson and Barnes and.. Someone else is on the roof of the parking deck Tony- Jesus, it's (Y/N)." Rhodey gasped, focusing in on the girl to see her grabbing her backpack.

Tony paused mid-air, whipping his head around to look for her but she had disappeared just as quickly as Rhodey had pointed her out.

"Fuck, that was quick." She cussed under her breath, sliding down the roof and hopping off to land on someone's car, climbing off a lot more carefully than her last jump. She took off through the lot, making her way to the terminal. Tony was frozen in the air, trying to comprehend why and how the hell she was there.

"What should I do, Mister Stark?"

"Forget what we discussed, after her, now! She's headed for Barnes and Wilson!" He yelled through comms after a few seconds before going after Clint and Wanda again who had successfully gotten much farther than he wanted them.

"It's working (Y/N)." Clint confirmed, making the girl grin to herself.

The Spider-Man cleared his throat, "On it, sir!" He responded hesitantly, swinging to the windows of the building.

(Y/N) sprinted in the same direction as Bucky and Sam, her eyes focused on what was in front of her, not the stranger in spandex about to crash through the window.

She let out a scream as she was tackled to the floor, rolling a good twenty feet. The rub burn from the carpeted floor stung like fire but it was better than if he tackled her while she was on the tile. There were still a few pieces of glass from the broken window that cut her arm and face, not going unnoticed by the masked man.

When they stopped, the stranger sat on top of (Y/N), "He-" He quickly switched to a... Really terrible Queens accent? "Hey, I uh don't wanna hurt you or an-"

He was suddenly cut off, (Y/N) punching him square in the jaw with all her strength but it wasn't the flesh of her knuckles that hit his face, it was- metal? When did she put on the glove of what looked like Iron Man's suit? He didn't really care what it was, it hurt like a bitch.

While she was running, she had pressed some buttons on her watch, displayed on a holographic screen, letting red and gold metal encase part of her wrist, all of her palm and her knuckles, leaving her thumb and fingers bare. Tony gave it to her for self-defense when she turned fifteen, matching the one he wore himself.

"Ew, get off!" She screamed, "Stop freaking out!" He screamed back, webbing her more dangerous hand to the floor. She gasped in disgust, immediately shooting a repulsor through the substance and barely missing the masked man's face.

"You are so lucky that didn't hit you, you creep!"

"Creep?! I-I'm just trying to do my job, lady!"

"While straddling me?! Sure!"

"Straddling you?!"

"He's what?!"

Both Sam and Bucky yelled through comms at the same time, promptly turning around, Sam taking flight and Bucky sprinting back in the direction they came.

"I didn't mean t-" Spider-man was cut off again, Sam quite literally swooping in and picking- no ripping him off of (Y/N), throwing him in the opposite direction of her. "Creep." Sam mumbled, landing and putting his fists up.

"Thank you!" (Y/N) scrambled to her feet, taking off once again with a huff, "Ugh, why don't I work out, this is terrible!" She groaned but continued running as fast as possible anyway.

"We can only give you about two minutes, you better run like hell." Bucky's voice came over comms, and if she could run any faster, she definitely would. "Got it." She responded quickly, sliding down the middle of the escalator and hopping off at the end, losing her footing for a split second.

"Shit, this is terrifying." She mumbled out of breath, practically crashing through the doors that led to the open space where all the chaos was taking place.

(Y/N) finally slowed down, leaning over to put her hands on her knees, wheezing slightly. When she looked back up, she saw a truck flying through the air before hitting the ground, lighting up on impact.

"(Y/N), quinjet, now." Steve interrupted her thoughts, her feet almost moving on their own again as she ran under and around different vehicles and storage compartments to stay out of Tony's sight. She caught up quickly, running close behind Wanda.

Everything was going to plan, that is until Vision completely cut them off, burning a deep line in front of them with the stone.

"Captain Rogers, I know you believe what you're doing is right but for the collective good..."

(Y/N) sighed defeatedly, her shoulders dropping.

"You must surrender now." Vision finished, Rhodey and Tony landing on the ground behind him. Soon, a guy in a really cool cat suit, Spider-Man and Natasha joined them in a lineup.

Wanda gently nudged (Y/N), making her look up and notice one of Cap's hands behind his back, signaling for (Y/N) to get the hell out of there. She slowly backed up as the rest of her team moved forward, waiting until her dad and Spider-Man, her biggest threats at the moment, to be distracted before she turned on her heel and ran.

She ducked behind some stacked crates that were pretty far from the commotion, pressing her back to one while she tried to catch her breath. All that running, and for what?

"I won't make it to the jet Steve." (Y/N) sighed, slumping against the wood.

"That's fine kid, you did great." That was the last thing she heard from him before everything went to shit.

She wasn't paying attention to whether or not Steve made it to the jet, slightly distracted by Scott becoming the size of an apartment building. She watched as Spider-Man swung around and around his legs, Tony and Rhodey hitting him in the face and finally him crashing to the ground. As he was falling, he smacked poor Spider-Man with his enormous hand, sending him hurdling towards none other than (Y/N).

She gasped, ducking as quickly as she could. He hit the crates right above her, landing on the ground with a less than graceful thud not so far from her.

The teen slowly stood up, some pieces of broken wood falling off of her as she did. She carefully made her way to his unmoving body, readying her repulsor again as he lifted up his hand to pull his mask up. He obviously didn't notice her, pulling off the red fabric so he could breathe a little better.

"Parker?!" (Y/N) shrieked, falling back on her ass and scooting backwards immediately.

Peter gasped and mimicked her movements, quickly pulling his mask back on.

Tony landed, stomping over to the two. He pointed a finger at Peter first, "You, you're done. Done. Get up and I'll call Aunt May. And you," He turned to (Y/N), "Are dead. Absolutely dead. I don't even know what I'm gonna say but we are having a long long talk after this."

She dropped her head in shame and Peter laid back on the concrete, still trying to catch his breath. She waited for Tony to be back in the air before getting up and slowly making her way to Peter.

"Spider-Man? Seriously?" She started, staring him down.

"Please don't tell Ned." He mumbled, sitting up and taking the mask off once more.

"Of course I won't, I'm not an asshole Parker just very... shocked. You're not exactly the super-hero type but uh fuck me for judging a book by it's cover I guess." (Y/N) said bluntly, offering her hand.

Peter stared at the hand hesitantly, looking back up at her.

She let out a quick 'oh' before smacking a small blue button on the metal around her wrist, watching it fold back up into a chunky but clearly expensive watch.

"That's what's shocking? You're the one helping the guys your own dad is fighting against." He shot back, now taking her hand and mostly pulling himself up with a little help from her.

"Yeah yeah, I'm a real supervillain, I know." She rolled her eyes, letting go of his hand once he was standing up straight. "By the way, I like this costume much better than the one I've seen on Youtube."

"Ah, this is all Mister Stark." He mumbled in an embarrassed tone, suddenly finding the ground extremely interesting.

"I know, saw it in his workshop. No idea who it was for, but I did help him with the design of the spider on the chest, the one he originally thought up was kind of tacky." She admitted, pointing at the black marking for emphasis.

"Oh, uh- thank you." He smiled, his cheeks tinted slightly red at the thought of wearing something that she worked on.

She waved a wand in dismissal, "Ah, it's nothing. Not like I made your web shooters or anything important."

Peter furrowed his eyebrows at her statement. He dropped the conversation there, but he knew it wasn't 'nothing'. That spider represented him, it represented The Spider-Man. Maybe if he keeps the suit, people will soon see that little spider design as a sign of hope and rescue. Every time he looks at that spider from now on, he'll think of h-

"Are you okay? Did I punch you too hard?" (Y/N) questioned, not so gently grabbing Peter's face and moving it back and forth frantically.

Peter hadn't realized he'd stopped walking, turning bright red in embarrassment. "Oh-oh my god, I'm so sorry!" He apologized, watching (Y/N) sigh in relief and drop her hands. "I didn't even realize I stopped walking." He laughed nervously, running a hand through his hair.

"Yeah, looked like you were having a little inner monologue moment there," She teased, "don't worry about it, my dad does it all the time." She finished with a smile, turning back around to keep walking.

a/n: lets pretend i knew that the quinjet was in an entirely different country when i was writing the last chapter 😔

taglist: @preciousbabypeter

[willsimpforanyone]

Mum!Natasha X Daughter!Reader. nat is R’s mum. Kate becomes a new avenger and R’s mum senses her crush on the archer. Nat tells Clint and Clint tells Nat that Kate likes R 2. The two mentors trick the pair to admit their feelings. (Which they later regret cause, a few months later, they walk in on the two making out)

ooo i like it! let's goooo

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"Maybe if you stare harder she'll combust."

I jumped a foot in the air as Natasha's voice came from behind me. She laughed as I scowled at her, finger to my lips as I turned back to the window. From my position I could see the whole training area, and specifically a purple-clad archer with her hair braided down her back.

"Shush, I'm just... looking out the window, is that a crime?" I huffed, a little embarrassed about being caught staring at Kate.

Nat nudged me with her shoulder as she came over. "You could always talk to her, y'know." She rolled her eyes at my instantly panicked expression. "She's hardly intimidating, look at her."

As if on cue, Kate forgot which arrow she was using and aimed at the target at the bottom of Clint's feet. The resultant purple goo exploded out the arrow and halfway up his legs. I laughed fondly as I saw her visibly cringe, hands up in what I assumed to be an apology.

"See? What's the worst that could happen?" Nat waved down at Clint as he looked up at the window in despair.

"She could cover me with purple goo and mean it?" I suggested half-heartedly. Kate looked up to where Clint had returned the wave. Her face split into a gleeful smile, and she waved hard up at us.

With a push from Natasha, I waved back, glad she was too far away to see the blush covering my cheeks.

"She won't do that." Nat grinned. "You've got me and Clint rooting for me."

I whirled round. "You told Clint?!"

She shrugged. "That's kind of what comes with being friends." She grabbed my hand and pulled me from the window. "Let's go, I'm helping you train today."

A little reluctantly, I followed her. "Steve did that this morning, he said I had the rest of the day off."

"And now I'm here, and we're going into this room." Nat tugged me inside a room lined with punching bags and threw me some handwraps. Obediently, I began to apply them- guess I was not done for the day.

There was a bang in the ceiling and my head snapped up. "What was that?"

Nat paused, then shrugged, moving to stand behind a punching bag with her hands steadying it. "I don't know, but I'm sure it's fine. Now," she nodded towards the bag, and I shuffled over. "Hit it, and tell me more about Kate because I know you're secretly dying to tell me."

I gave her a small smile, and began punching the bag.

"There isn't much to tell," I explained between breaths. "Honestly I've liked her since she got here." I threw a kick at the bag and Nat nodded approvingly. "She's just... like she's funny and cute and smart and kinda cocky but I still really like her, y'know?"

Nat held up her hand to stop me and took my hand, rewrapping it where it had come loose. "So, what's stopping you from telling her you like her?"

I sighed. "She just doesn't seem like she'd be into someone like me." I thanked Nat for my handwrap and kept punching. "She's cool and confident and so pretty and every time I think I should go for it, I panic and run away." I considered for a second. "Literally, in one case."

Another bang came from the ceiling. "Okay, seriously, what is that?" I stopped my assault on the punching bag and frowned skyward.

There was a muffled 'hey!' from one of the tiles, and the vent just above me swung open. A purple and black mess of limbs was expelled from the vent, and I narrowly missed being caught underneath it.

The limbs untangled themselves and became Clint and Kate. I felt my breath catch in my throat. Oh god, they'd heard. Well, Clint apparently already knew, thanks Nat, but Kate heard? Kate knew I liked her?

Oh, god, her cocky attitude was gonna get worse after being called cute.

Standing frozen and staring at Kate, I barely noticed Natasha grabbing Clint out the way to the other side of the room.

"Uh, hey there," Kate breathed, that adorable half-smile playing on her lips.

I swallowed nervously, aware of the slight sweat I'd built up hitting the bag. "Hey, um, what were you doing in the ceiling, vent, thing?"

She seemed almost as nervous as I felt. "We-ell, Clint said he had something to show me and I didn't want to because I wanted to go maybe hang out with you but he said I really needed to come with him-" She took a deep breath. "-and I thought it was really weird that he wanted me to climb into the vents and he said he didn't want to come with me because the vents are gross which they kind of are but I said I didn't know what to do in the stupid vents so he made me follow him to that vent-" She pointed at the ceiling. "-and I hit my head and then we lay there and I realised that you were below the vent and Clint said to shut up and listen so I did and you said so many sweet things about me-"

"Kate!"

She shut up real quick, eyes widened at my yell. I stepped a bit closer to her, brushing a cobweb out her hair. "Get to the point, Kate."

"Get to the point," she muttered under her breath. "Get to the point, yeah, I can do that." She surged forward, hands on my cheeks, and pulled me into a kiss.

For a few seconds I was frozen again; Kate was kissing me! Wow, her lips were so soft- I relaxed into the kiss, arms coming to wrap around her waist. I felt her sigh into the kiss and I smiled against her lips.

We broke the kiss, but I kept my arms around her. Slightly hesitantly, I met her eyes. "So, does this mean you like me too?"

"Obviously!"

The voices of Clint and Natasha came from the other side of the room, sounding just a little bit annoyed. I raised my eyebrows at Kate. She grinned. "Yeah, I like you too."

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"Oh god, that's gross."

Mine and Kate's eye snapped open, and I jumped off her lap. In the doorway stood Natasha and Clint, covering each other's eyes.

I began to hastily make apologies. "I'm so sorry, I didn't- we didn't think anyone was gonna be using this room-"

Kate jumped in. "Yeah, we thought we were done for the day, we didn't mean-"

Clint threw up his arms in surrender. "Okay, okay, too much, we don't care, we were gonna ask if you wanted to do more training but..."

Nat finished for him. "After that, I don't think I can look at you two for like a week so we're gonna go."

True to her word, Nat and Clint backed out the room, closing the door.

I leapt across the room to lock the door, resting my forehead against the wood to cool my burning forehead.

Kate coughed behind me. "Well, that was-"

I turned and held up my hand. "Let us never speak of it."

"Agreed."

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i hope you enjoyed, thank you for requesting!

[maelysgriffonne]

Thank you! Also the other fusion I will do are Sher, Doc, Dalhia, Lucy and Charlie.

I think the japanese voice of Diluc from genshin fit (I'm in a genshin rabbit hole this past day, I keep playing it). While the English voice of Beidou fit Charlie

I KNOW RIGHT !!!! *holding heart from cutness* and Luffy nickname for him is Bon-Bon btw. For Smoker it's "l'enfumé" wich is the litteral french translation to Smoky.

Pepper is so close to slap Martin to stop the torture he is putting on the kids but Ben beat her to it, now Martin is sulking in a corner. Morgan and Luther are finally free for the time being.

Peter is a menace when he comes to pranks, i mean he learn from the best. The best being Clint Barton aka Hawkey or has Tony call him Legolas or Katniss. He still scar Robin to make her happy and so she doesn't feel left out.

Half of Marco and Ace fusion though are intrusive thought that stress him so much, this man is not okay get him help.

You are totally right, also non-binary Charlie fuck yes!!!! Doc hate been touch without his consent, Charlie will just open there arms and what for him and when Doc finally accepted he fucking melt into the arms like the touch-starve introvert that he is but no more than 30 minutes. Charlie just go with the flow and is very happy when Doc has the courage to hold there hand. And introvert scardy cat with his emotional support extrovert dog.

News flash, new fusions pop into my brains because why should we left the two older brothers of the ASL trio from being able to fused with there newly younger brother, so here is James for Peter and Sabo fusion (reference to James bond, Tony's fault, only Peter understand and find funny), James is the definition of those classy Spy movie, Natasha approved and help train him been even better. For Ace and Peter fusion I though more about Inacio Aranha (two personal names wich is common in Portugal, and both together literally means "fire spider" in the same order, my friend came up with it X) ). This man is the definition of a stoner, without the drug part, he is just high on life and will also talk shit about you has if you're not here, he just doesn't give a fuck, only in the things that matter wich is family.

Thank you, I'm really not the best at writing so the fact that you like it make me very happy. I would love to see what you will write for Lucy.

Oki doki and I hope your posting brain is better my friend 👍.

Hey @botankirishima just continuing the one piece fusion au here, because the thread became way to long..... again X).

But anyways here is a list of all the fusion we created so we can remember them more easily:

Luke: Ace/Luffy

Sapphire: Sabo/Luffy

Sam: Sabo/Ace

Axle: ASL

The favorite Lucy (Lucifer): Law/Luffy

Zane: Zoro/Luffy

Raphael: Ussop/Luffy

Louna: Nami/Luffy

Orchidea: Robin/Luffy

Seb (Sébastien): Sanji/Luffy

Cotton: Chopper/Luffy

Mel: Brooke/Luffy

Freddy (lovely named by one of my friends): Franky/Luffy

Arun: Jimbe/Luffy

Senshi: Yamato/Luffy

Caranougat: Katakuri/Luffy

Anchor: Shanks/Luffy

Crow: Law/Luffy/Kid

Coffee: Carotte/Luffy

Luther: Peter/Luffy

Doc: Peter/Law

And here are some my friends created will we were in a vocal on discord:

Sher (Sherlock): MJ/Law

Devil: Monster trio

Deku: Coby/Luffy

Mike (Micheal): Zoro/Sanji

Obsidian: Shanks/Mihawk

Harmony: Uta/Luffy

Asahi: Ace/Yamato

Spiderlily: Robin/Peter

Jester: ASL + Peter

Martin (Martinique): Tony/Shanks

That all of them :).

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MJ is a queen okay, Sanji can't get close to her for two reasons, one she can and will destroy him and two pouting Peter that it. Like I say goth to goth communication, Luther is the sunshine while Sher is the sunshine protector.

Everyone is just exasperated at Ace and Zane sleep competition at this point.

No no I get what you mean, Lucy the therapist will Zane is the emotional support dog and he will happily do it.

You forgot the two queen May and MJ, both of them and Luffy are the only one that can calm down Doc enough. Poor Doc having endless thought going through his mind, an a worrying anxiety level and enhanced senses, he is literally vibrating right now, somebody help this disaster of a man.

[wandsolsen]

I'll Remember

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: What happens when your true feelings for Natasha are revealed after a good dose of alcohol?

Warnings: some swearing.

Word Count: 3.6k

↳ Please, be aware that English isn't my first language, fell free to tell me if there are any mistakes.

As soon as you brought the liquor to your lips, Natasha knew that she wouldn't touch anything alcoholic that night.

From afar, she watched you chatting animatedly with Tony Stark and Steve Rogers, the drink made the two men carry on a conversation without trading barbs at each other. Tony occasionally made a sarcastic comment about Steve finally allowing himself to be drunk, and the captain always played along, which he definitely wouldn't do if he was sober.

It was funny how a good dose of alcohol could change a person.

"Y/N will give you trouble tonight." Clint said, standing beside Natasha, the archer's sudden voice didn't startle her, she knew he'd come talk to her eventually. "And you should stop staring at her so much, it's a little creepy."

Natasha crossed her arms over her chest and remained looking at you. "I'm just taking care of her, that's all."

"This is the Avengers compound. I believe it's one of the safest places to be." Clint pointed out. "In fact, it's not like Y/N doesn't know how to defend herself."

"The way she is now," Natasha leaned her head in your direction, showing how you spoke the words in scrambled ways, barely managing to form an entire sentence. "I don't think she can."

Clint nodded, a smile creeping at the corner of his lips. "What are you smirking at?" Natasha asked, noticing the amusement in his face by her peripheral vision.

"It's just funny," he said very carefully. "see you all in love."

Natasha rolled her eyes, hiding the strange tingling that appeared in her stomach from what her friend had said, but she didn't deny his words. "Don't you have to be home with your wife or something, Clint?"

"I was actually about to leave, but I wanted to say goodbye to you first." He explained. "But it looks like you're too busy dating Y/N with your eyes to notice me."

She nudged him lightly on the arm, preventing a smile from appearing on her lips. Natasha had nothing to say to defend herself, she didn't need to deny her feelings for you when she was around Clint, and the man always made sure to tease her about it from time to time.

It had been a long time since Natasha realized she was in love with you, and until this day she hasn't had the courage to tell you. Mostly, because it would ruin the friendship you two had, since you obviously didn't feel the same way.

When Clint left, things got a little out of control. Suddenly, Tony turned off most of the lights with several whistles of approval and a more sensual and slow song began to play. Natasha's eyes widened when you got up on the table and started dancing in a very awkward way, but just like you, people were too drunk to notice if you were making the right moves or not. Natasha just realized that it was all a bet between you and the Iron Man, when he encouraged you to start striptease soon or you'd lose your money.

That was the moment that Natasha interfered with your fun.

Before you could take off any of your clothes in front of a bunch of people, Nat took you by the legs and supported you on her shoulder. Your torso was draped around her neck, and she was holding your legs that were on the right side of her body, as she walked towards the exit.

Natasha received a whining of complaint from you and the other people in the room.

"C'mon, Romanoff, don't be a killjoy." Tony said, turning on the lights again and facing the redhead. "Let Y/N stay with us."

"Only over my dead body." Nat snarled, holding your legs tighter.

"Nat, I want to stay!" You said, but made no effort to get rid of Natasha's arms, liking how her scent was so close to you and how her red hair tickled your face.

"Believe me Y/N, you'll thank me for this tomorrow morning." She spoke to you sweetly and then cast a deadly look at Tony, who just raised his hands in defense.

There was more whining of complaints when people noticed that you were, in fact, leaving. "Don't worry, I will be back!" You screamed, your words were slow and badly pronounced, while Nat carried you to the exit. "The Black Widow isn't strong enough to stop me!"

Your eyelids got suddenly tired when you finally left the room, and you were almost sleeping on Natasha's shoulder, until she put you back on the floor, holding your waist in case you had trouble standing on your own.

"Where are we?" You asked confused, frowning.

"In the elevator."

"No!" You exclaimed. "Take me back, I want to dance and win that bet!"

"You were almost sleeping on my shoulder, Y/N." Natasha said, hiding a smile. "You'd lose that bet anyway."

You nodded, even though you weren't sure if you agreed with her. You made sure that Natasha held your waist tighter when you felt that the elevator was going up too fast, but it was just the booze in your brain confusing you.

"I'm feeling a little dizzy." You dragged your voice, closing your eyes. You could sense the world spinning under your feet.

"I swear to God, if you throw up on my jacket-"

"Jeez, I won't!" You opened your eyes, meeting Natasha's serious face. "You know what? I might."

She raised an eyebrow in defiance. "Oh, yeah?"

"Yes, Romanoff." You said, in your head you sounded confident, but in reality you were just stumbling over your words. "You made me lose money, you'll pay for it."

"I'm sure I will." Natasha giggled making you involuntarily imitate her action, your laughter filled the elevator for long seconds. The smile on her face was the most beautiful thing you had seen all night, and you almost said it out loud, the phrase on the tip of your tongue, but the elevator stopped going up, drawing your attention.

Natasha dragged you out of the elevator, guiding you to your room. She pulled you closer to her, to facilitate the walk, your nose touched her neck quickly, your warm breath so close to her skin made chills run through the redhead's body. Natasha tried not to think about it too much, it was getting harder and harder to hide the feelings she had for you.

"You smell so good." You said, with a smile. "What is your secret?"

"I take a shower." She played with a smirk. "You should try, every now and then."

"Ha-ha." You forced a laugh, almost pushing her away from you. Your brow immediately frowned when you noticed something in Natasha's words. "Wait, you just say that I stink!"

"I didn't say that," her tone was provocative, "you said that."

You stuck your tongue out at her, almost tripping over your own feet. She shook her head, not wanting to laugh at your condition, finding it funny how you looked even more adorable when you were drunk.

When you both arrived at your room, the redhead had no problem putting you to bed, since you threw yourself on it, complaining about how tired you were. Natasha covered you with the blankets carefully and brought you a glass of water, which you drank every drop in a matter of seconds.

When she came back with another glass full of water that you had asked for, your eyes were already closed. An involuntary smile appeared on Natasha's mouth when she saw you sleeping peacefully. She silently sat on the bed and put the glass of water on the nightstand, and then smoothed your disheveled hair, wishing she could lie down beside you, and deposit kisses around your body while whispering how beautiful you were.

But she couldn't do that. You two were friends, best friends. And would never be anything more than that. Natasha would have to settle for someone who wasn't her, doing all these things to you. With that in mind she leaned her lips towards your forehead, placing a good night kiss. She didn't notice the small smile that appeared in the corner of your mouth.

With a deep sigh Natasha got up from the bed, walking towards the door of your room, a little crestfallen by the fact that you weren't hers.

"Where are you going?" Your husky voice startled the redhead, almost making her jump.

"Y/N, I thought you were sleeping." She almost stammered, it wasn't always that someone caught her off guard.

You contained a yawn, moving a little to the side of the bed. "Come, sleep with me."

Natasha hesitated for a moment, but she couldn't say no to you. She got into bed and infiltrated under the covers, laying beside you. "I thought the Black Widow wasn't able to defeat you." She commented, remembering what you had said when she prevented you from being half naked in front of a bunch of people. "But look at you, almost drooling on the pillow."

"Shh, it's all part of my plan." You whispered. "I'm going to make her sleep so she won't be guarding outside of my room. But don't tell her that!"

Natasha smiled, almost letting a laugh escape, it was hard to tell if you were serious or not. "I wouldn't."

"Good." You sighed, laying on your side to face her. "You're the only person that I truly trust, Nat."

She looked you in the eye, the moonlight from the window illuminated your face in the darkness. "You're also the only person that I trust."

You mumbled something incomprehensible to her ears. Your hand wandered between the covers, looking for her hand, Natasha froze in place when she felt your soft skin pressed into hers. You guided her hand to your hip and made sure she held it firmly.

Natasha looked at you quietly, it would be a long night.

You opened and closed your mouth, wanting to say something, but gave up halfway. Your eyes didn't stop looking at Natasha's, you stared at each other for long minutes without saying a word. The redhead would like to be able to read minds, she'd love to know what you were thinking.

Natasha watched your features mesmerized, every part of your face was perfect to her, she hoped you knew that. She squeezed your hip even tighter, not wanting to let you go, the thought that one day you could be away from her terrified her.

You blew out a breath when you saw Natasha closing her eyes, and before she could fall asleep, you finally said what you wanted to say seconds ago. "I love you." Your voice was calm and not lazy as a sloth, and your words were sincere rather than dragged. It was almost as if you weren't drunk, as if sobriety had appeared in you at that moment.

Natasha opened her eyes as soon as she heard your voice, her pupil dilated. She felt herself melting with your words, even though she knew that you just loved her as a friend, and not as something else as she wanted. But hearing those three words from you, no matter if it was the way she wanted it or not, was enough for her to have a heart attack.

Natasha removed her hand that was on your hip to lightly caress the side of your cheek, your skin shivering under the covers at the feeling of her touch. "I love you too." She whispered, barely moving her lips.

You held her hand, afraid that she would move it away from your face when you said the following words: "No, you don't love me the way I love you."

Natasha felt her mouth dry. Did you know that she liked you more than friends? But how? She made sure to hide it very well. The redhead swallowed hard, fearing that she had just ruined the only good thing she had in her entire life, your friendship.

"What way do you love me?" She asked, even though she knew the answer, but she wanted to hear it from you to be absolutely sure that you and her could never happen, to make sure you only saw her as a best friend. And for the first time that night, Natasha looked away from you.

"The 'I want to kiss you' kind of love." You answered, without hesitation.

Natasha blinked her eyes several times in disbelief, thinking that she was imagining things. "What?"

"I want you to kiss me." You repeated, the drink making you dare to reveal your deepest secret, your cheek didn't even turn red when you made the confession. "I love you more than just friends, but you don't feel the same way, and… and it sucks!"

Natasha stammered, not being able to form a concrete sentence. She could only be dreaming, that wasn't really happening, even though her hand on your face and your warm breath touching her lips felt very real.

How could she not have noticed that you liked her too? Natasha was great at reading people, but apparently you were an exception.

As Natasha didn't respond, you assumed she didn't feel the same way. Your face took on a sad expression and you thought you were going to cry at any moment. Noticing your trembling lips and teary eyes, Natasha realized that she should tell the truth, even if you were drunk and probably wouldn't remember any of that in the morning. "I love you more than just friends too."

A dry laugh escaped from your mouth. "Stop lying."

"I'm not lying, Y/N." She said in a confident and sincere tone of voice, for you to notice that she was, in fact, telling the truth. Your heart was beating so fast that you were sure she could hear it, your laughter filled the room, making Natasha smile with your happiness. "You are not?"

"I'm not." She assured you one more time. "God, I love you so fucking much."

"So kiss me." You begged, leaning forward to find her sweet lips.

Natasha had already imagined several times what it would be like to confess her feelings for you. And neither of them was with you two lying in your bedroom bed with you drunk. Natasha wasn't too much of the romantic type, but she wanted you to have a better love declaration than that.

"No, not like this." She stopped you by placing her index finger on your mouth, only she knew how difficult it was to resist that moment. "When I kiss you I want you to be sober, I want you to remember. And don't say it was all a mistake in the morning." She sighed heavily, removing her finger from your lips. "And I don't want to take advantage of you."

"Aww, aren't you cute?" You mocked her, pinching her nose slightly, Natasha gave you a disapproving look.

You straightened up on the pillow, getting even closer to Natasha's face, it was impossible for the redhead not to look at your thirsty lips begging to be kissed. If you kept investing, she wouldn't be able to resist.

"Kissing you'd never be a mistake." You murmured, your words contained confidence. "Just as it would be impossible to forget it."

"Y/N..."

"I'll remember, Nat." You whispered on her lips, your mouths rubbing against each other, you felt a tingling in your stomach when Natasha's green eyes stared at you with pure lust.

Ignoring all her rational thoughts, Natasha couldn't help herself and sealed her lips on yours in a passionate kiss, pulling you around the waist, causing your legs to intertwine under the blankets. Her tongue inside your mouth warmed you more than the clothes you were wearing, you felt yourself crumble to pieces in Natasha's arms.

You pulled her red hair closer to you, deepening the kiss and causing a small moan to come out of Natasha's lips. She stopped kissing your mouth, making her lips pay attention to your chin, and then your neck until it reached a sensitive spot of your collarbone making your legs tremble.

When she started to get out of breath, Natasha slowed down, distributing light kisses all over your face. "You had no idea how much I was wishing to do this." She murmured in your mouth, placing her hand inside your shirt, stroking the side of your belly with her thumb.

You pressed your foreheads together, already missing her lips on yours. But your tiredness spoke louder, making you fall asleep deeply in Natasha's shoulder as she caressed your back with her fingertips, and whispered beautiful words from time to time in your ear, even though you weren't listening.

You were safe and snug in her arms.

━━━⧗━━━

The little rays of sunlight coming from the window, which you had forgotten to cover with the curtain, woke Natasha the next morning. A curse came out of her mouth when she noticed that you weren't lying next to her.

Rubbing her sleepy eyes, she sat on the bed, her heart pounding because you probably didn't remember the night before, or worse, thinking that everything that happened was a mistake. She should have known that this was going to happen, but she was stupid for letting be driven by her impulsiveness rather than her logic.

The noise of your bedroom door opening made her alert. With a yellow mug of hot coffee in hand, you entered the room with a bright smile on your face. "Good morning, sleeping beauty." You said, strangely well-disposed.

Okay, Natasha thought with a sigh, she definitely doesn't remember last night.

"I was going to make you a super breakfast, but Thor ate all the pancakes that I made for you." You sat on the bed and handed the redhead the mug. "You know how fast he can eat?" Natasha shook her head. "Well, it's very fast. There's still cereal, in case you want to eat something."

"Only the coffee is good." Natasha said, taking a sip of her drink. "Aren't you having a hangover from last night?" She asked, analyzing you carefully, fearing your answer.

"Hangover?" You chuckled. "I wasn't that drunk, Nat."

"You were about to get naked in front of a bunch of strangers." She remembered.

You lifted your hands at shoulder height. "In my defense, it was for two hundred dollars."

Natasha raised an eyebrow slightly. "Oh, so you didn't want me to stop you?"

"I didn't say that." You bit your bottom lip, making Natasha look away trying to keep impure thoughts from filling her head. "You were a lifesaver, if it weren't for you, I'd have committed the biggest embarrassing moment of my life."

"Well, anytime Y/N." She took a few more sips of her coffee, if you remembered your bet with Tony, it was very likely that you also remembered other things. Natasha cleared her throat, taking the courage to ask you: "So...Do you remember anything else?"

"Is that your subtle way of asking me if I remember the kiss you gave me while we were lying on this bed?" There was a provocative tone in your voice along with a mischievous smile.

Natasha didn't look you in the eye, covering the shy smile that appeared on her lips with the yellow mug. "Maybe."

You took the mug out of her hands and put it on the nightstand, you slowly approached Natasha and sat on her lap. She watched your movements without blinking, her mouth went dry. "I thought you said you trusted me." You spoke, putting your hands around the back of her neck.

"I do trust you." She assured you.

"So why don't you believe me when I said your kiss would be impossible to forget, Miss Romanoff?" You whispered followed by an amused giggled when you saw Natasha all flushed because of you. It was rare to see her all embarrassed, so you guaranteed to enjoy those moments well.

Natasha carefully put a strand of your hair behind your ear and soon took control of the situation, laying you on the bed as you exclaimed with her fast move, and getting on top of you.

"You really like to drive me crazy, don't you?" She asked, her voice husker than usual, as she distributed kisses all over your neck, you bit your lips containing a moan when she kissed a sensitive spot.

"Only because you love it so much." You were able to say when she put her hand inside your shirt and went towards your breasts, a hard knock on the door prevented Natasha from touching them, causing the two of you to utter words of complaint.

You allowed the person to enter your bedroom, Natasha didn’t move an inch to get off of you. Soon, Tony was standing in your room, with a smirk.

"Ah, so that's why Romanoff got you out of our little party last night." He said as he watched you and Nat with flushed faces. "For her to have you just for herself, I can't say that I blame her."

Natasha rolled her eyes and threw a pillow at Tony, hitting him in the face. "I hope you have a good reason to interrupt us, Stark." She said, a little harshly.

"Depends, is saving the world a good reason for you?" Natasha didn't answer. "Steve is calling everyone to the meeting room, right now." Tony explained. "I really hate interrupting the two love birds, but you know, duties first, making out later."

You contained a laugh as Natasha rolled her eyes at Tony one more time before he left.

"Will I be a bad person if I say that I think saving the world isn't a good reason to get you out of my arms?" She asked, with a playful smile on her face, but you knew that deep down she was telling the truth.

"Probably yes." You said, rubbing your nose over hers. "But I will still love you anyway."

[c0s-lettuce]

box cutter - kazi x reader

a/n: kazi is such a funny character in this series! i also love fra fee so i thought i'd write a little something for his character. hope you enjoy! :D

word count: 932

He was a little bit too predictable. A gun under the dashboard, a knife in the sun visor and a box cutter under the seat.

You guess this is the kind of stuff you learn from "interning" with the Avengers. You had been under SHIELD's radar for a while, and by extension, Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff's radar too. When it came time (when they decided you were old enough to go into battle with the big guys), you were offered a so-called internship. It began with fighting a morally misaligned android and his army of robots. And eventually led to half of everyone on earth disappearing.

You went with Nat to find Clint when Scott Lang somehow returned with plans involving time travel and quantum... stuff. When you arrived in Tokyo, what you saw was something you never wished to see.

So much has happened since then. But that's all in the past. Right now, in the present, all you wanted was to help Clint get the Tracksuit Mafia off your backs.

Breaking into Kazi's car wasn't much of an effort. You sat in the back for a couple of minutes. You even considered watching some Netflix to pass the time, but you decided against it. Clint had given you this task while he went to find out more information about the Tracksuit Mafia and while Kate retrieved their trick arrows.

Archery is cool when Clint and Kate do it. Despite Kate finding many excuses to teach you, hand-to-hand combat remains as your forte.

You hear a distant door open, and you immediately duck down. Kazi walks out in his red tracksuit, and you can't help but think the whole dress code thing is a little bit ridiculous.

On your way over from Kate's 'safe-house' apartment, you were thinking of the best ways to dramatically reveal yourself once Kazi gets in the car.

You decided on moving his rearview mirror so that when he adjusts it, you'll be right in his line of view.

As Kazi enters, you sit up slowly. He reaches up to the mirror.

Clint told you what he wanted you to say. But that isn't going to stop you from having a little bit of fun.

"Hey, handsome," you say as soon as Kazi makes eye contact.

As you guessed, his first instinct is to reach for his gun.

You, having stashed all his weapons, hold up his gun, "Easy, tiger. I just want to talk."

Kazi, clearly annoyed, looks at you through the mirror.

You begin, "Look, we all have better things to be doing. This Ronin situation needs to be put to bed. You have Maya's ear. And I'll admit, I like you, Kazi. You know, you're somewhat normal."

"If you're trying to flatter me, you are way off the mark," Kazi tells you.

"You're still a doormat, though." you say, as per Clint's request, "You've worked as William Lopez's lieutenant for what, four years? Now you work for Maya. I bet you know this operation better than anyone else. You know what Maya's boss wants too. And what he's done to get it."

Kazi looks uncomfortable, "So what do you know?"

"All this attention you guys are getting, I know the boss man doesn't like it. I also know Maya's obsession with Ronin is dangerous. And I bet you've noticed it. Clouds her judgement, don't you think?"

"So, you're concerned for the organisation? And my rank in it... What do you want exactly?"

"I don't want any more unnecessary fighting. No one else needs to get hurt. But Maya's need for vengeance is going to get her killed."

A short pause ensues, then Kazi reaches up for the sun visor.

You unsheath and hold up the knife, switching back to your not-so-serious mode, "Woah man, why the violence? Didn't you hear what I just said?"

Kazi looks just about done at this point.

You decide to further annoy him, "Hey, can we talk about branding for a bit? Have you ever thought about being the Tuxedo Mafia instead? It'd be a bit more professional. I bet you'd look cute in a tux."

"You know, you talk more than your friend," Kazi says.

"Kate? She actually has a good eye when it comes to this stuff. We've been working on Hawkeye's branding-"

"Look, are we done here?"

"Alright, alright," you go back to being serious, "Listen, Maya's chasing a ghost. I think you know that. And you're probably the only person that can convince her of that."

Kazi stays silent and looks away.

You continue, "I'm supposed to tell you that this is your final warning. So for the sake of everyone involved, just get it done."

You decide to leave it at that. You exit Kazi's car and begin to walk off.

Then he calls out, "Hey, can I have my gun back?"

You turn back around. How could you resist ending with one final quip?

Leaning through the passenger's window, you smile and say, "Maybe if you swing by my place later, I'll give it back to you."

Yep, Kazi looks 100% done now.

"What?" you ask, "You know where I live. I know you guys have been stalking me."

"You know what?" he starts the car, "Keep it, I don't care anymore."

"Here," you throw his box cutter in the passenger's seat, "a souvenir, so you'll never forget this moment."

Kazi looks at the box cutter and glares at you. You smile back. Then he drives off. You wave him goodbye and then start to head back to the apartment.

Another mission accomplished.

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[robertdowneyjjr]

Heyy, if you're still taking the kiss prompts can I ask for 62 and/or 63! :)

hi, sorry for the late response! i'm gonna go with 63:

"people kiss each other all the time, doesn't mean there's feelings involved."

---

They're spooned up together in bed after cleaning up and getting ready for bed when Steve breaks the silence by mumbling unintelligibly into Tony's neck.

"Hmm? What was that?" Tony asks, turning around in Steve's arms to face him.

"I said, the rest of the team is going to be completely insufferable about this."

Tony furrows his brows, unsure where Steve is going with this.

"What do you mean? Why?"

"Come on," Steve sighs, exasperated. "You have to know that they've been betting on how long it would take for us to get together."

"Oh, yeah, that." Tony shrugs. "Well we can't really do much about it, can we? We're finally together now. I'm really, really happy about this," he says, running a hand through Steve's hair.

Steve closes his eyes at the gentle tugging, humming softly in agreement.

"So am I. But don't you think it'll be funny to mess with them just for a little bit?"

Tony pulls back, intrigued by Steve's tone that he's secretly patented as the Steve-Rogers-is-a-little-shit voice.

"Alright, I'm game. What did you have in mind?"

---

The next morning, they arrive at breakfast separately. Steve gets there first as usual after a run and a shower, with Tony showing up twenty minutes later just after Clint has taken a seat at the island with a bowl of cereal in hand. He sits down next to Bruce, wrinkling his nose at his science bro's cup of camomile tea as he goes. Steve sets down Tony's favorite mug filled with his favorite brew in front of him and smiles at him sweetly, softly stroking his cheek just once before turning back to the burner.

This does not go unnoticed by the rest of the team.

Throughout the rest of breakfast, the two share soft smiles between their bites of food, feet brushing against each other under the table.

At one point Steve's toes accidentally (on purpose) brush against Natasha's leg, but she doesn't comment on it.

---

For the rest of the week, Steve and Tony mess with the team by blatantly acting like a couple while never confirming the actual status of their relationship. As far as the team can tell without either of them saying anything, they've just suddenly become a lot more physical with their affection while still living in denial. They know that the betting pool is worth at least a thousand bucks, and they're not going to make it easy for any of them to win that money.

They show up to team meetings hand in hand and sit side by side, Steve doodling on Tony’s arm and Tony whispering in Steve’s ear, the two of them giggling softly amongst themselves. They hog the loveseat during movie night, but are snuggled so close together that another person could fit in there easily. They say goodbye in the mornings with soft kisses on the cheek or forehead, followed with “I’ll see you tonight, gorgeous” and spend the rest of their days smiling cheek to cheek.

Through it all, it’s clear that their teammates are vibrating out of their skin with the need to ask and confirm whether they’ve started dating, but hilariously enough, no one dares to actually come right out with their questions.

It all comes to a head late on Saturday night, when Steve and Tony are returning home from a date. They’re wrapped up in each other, Steve bracketing Tony against the corner of the elevator, enthusiastically making out without a care for anything else in the world. The elevator comes to a stop on the communal floor without either of them noticing, and it isn’t until they hear someone clear their throat that they stop to take a look at the person who’s so rudely disturbed them.

Clint and Natasha stare back at them with matching smirks on their faces.

“Finally!” Clint exclaims, raising both ands up in celebration. “About time you guys finally start dating!”

Steve turns towards them fully, putting on the most innocent expression he can muster, and asks, “What makes you think we’re dating?”

Clint is gobsmacked by this question, evidently confused that it’s even something that Steve had to ask. “Isn’t it obvious? You guys have been all over each other all week. All the handholding and goodbye kisses and cuddling and smiling. You were literally just making out in the elevator!”

At that, Steve’s face morphs into an expressionless mask and he says, deadpan, “People kiss each other all the time, doesn’t mean there’s feelings involved.”

He presses the door close button on the panel and just as the elevator doors slide completely shut on Clint’s dumbfounded gaping and Natasha’s narrowed eyes, Steve turns back to Tony and presses their lips together hard, drawing a moan from the other man.

---

Clint stares at the closed elevator doors. “They’re fucking with us. They have to be, right?”

“Definitely.”

“You gotta help me think of a way to get them to admit it, Nat. We need this for the bet.”

“Hmm.” Natasha turns towards the stairwell to head up to her room. “I think we’re just gonna have to let this one go.”

[strawberriesinmoominvalley]

strawberriesinmoominvalley fanfic masterlist!!

my ao3

below the cut are the links to my amphibia and owl house fics. i don't really write for those fandoms anymore, but they're still good fun :)

MARVEL:

series:

hold my hand tight, we'll make it another night:

an eighteen year old natasha defects to shield after clint takes the one shot he didn't, and finds the family she didn't think she deserved to have. a happy au where the world is saved (eventually), cycles are broken and there is something to be said about the power of friendship (possibly) being real

you have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve (and i have always buried them deep beneath the ground)

clint's one shot he doesn't take, and what becomes of it

look at the wonderful mess that we made

what happens when natasha and clint adopt a kid they find during a hydra raid

falling doesn't feel so bad when i know you've fallen this way too

they've finally taken down hydra, after years of near-constant raids. all natasha and clint have to worry about is going to stark's party and going home to their kid.

but when ultron goes wrong, and they're forced into a fight with a robot and two enhanced teenagers, where are they meant to turn? is it truly possible to get peace in their time, or are they fighting an indestructible force?

and will they all make it out alive?

you'll be alright, no one can hurt you now

wanda and pietro learn they finally have a home, and are loved. the farm family gains two new members

it's the living that's hard

small moments from the family as they make their new life in new york

what happens now? do we have another go? (do we bow out and take our separate roads?)

due to the incident at lagos, the sokovia accords are created. natasha and clint don't know what path to take, which one will keep their family safe. everyone has different opinions and the time of the avengers may come to a close

but what happens when the signing of the accords is attacked and bucky is blamed? was it really steve's best friend, now the winter soldier? and why does there seem to be more than one supersoldier running around vienna?

i chose to be happy:

instead of natasha being the eldest sister, yelena is. how does that change everything, and do they now get a chance at a happy ending?

there are two of us on the run

yelena was the big sister, eleven years old and four years of the red room under her belt. natasha was six, her only memories full of ohio and the fake family they had. yelena had always been the harsher one, doing anything to keep natasha safe. in a split-second decision, she changes their course from cuba, taking natasha as they run from their past.

but the past has a funny way of catching up with you, doesn't it?

colour in your cheeks:

maria hill is a widow of the red room who was deep undercover in shield. she meets antonia dreykov and makes a choice that changes the course of her life forever

a trilogy following the life of maria hill

and i feel nothing, not brave (it's a hard day for breathing again)

maria nekrasova, better known by her codename maria hill, was a widow of the red room deep undercover in shield. when her cover gets blown, she returns to the red room and is brutally hurt for blowing her mission, even though she still managed to complete it.

as she stays in medical she meets antonia dreykov, the general's daughter. antonia befriends maria and she suddenly finds herself looking after dreykov's daughter. as she realises the power she holds, maria has a chance to destroy the red room forever

i try to memorise and identify but it's all getting foggy

she says "i am real and you are not"

when natasha goes to yelena after receiving her package, things don't go quite as she expected. natasha just wishes yelena would trust her. yelena just wishes natasha was there.

you're free to have everything you can see (all that you want from me

yelena really doesn't want to see alexei again. she also doesn't want natasha to leave - because that's going to happen. she just knows it

general fics/oneshots:

talk about god in his mercy, oh if he really does exist, why did he desert me?

Layla has been in the Red Room for as long as she can remember. When she's fourteen she’s given a family on a piece of paper and the role she would assume for the next three years. She exchanges one mask for another and sets off to play an orphaned cousin to the perfect American family.

It should have been just another regular mission but two children named Natasha and Yelena changed everything. As the mission draws to a close, her memories are getting harder to piece together, but she knows one thing - her little sisters cannot go to the Red Room. Layla will do whatever she can to save them, including praying to gods she doesn’t believe in.

blow a kiss, fire a gun (we all need someone to lean on)

The shower was icy cold as she stepped under the spray, her body flinching instinctively. The water ran red and only then did she let herself cry, scrubbing at herself with the soap.

The child had been six. The same age as Yelena when they were taken. In that moment, when she’d slit the boy’s throat and blood had sprayed everywhere, she saw her baby sister staring back at her.

OR moments of natasha washing off blood, and how she realises she's not alone

i will look for you as the sun rises higher

She hadn’t meant to do it. She really really hadn’t.

The breath was knocked out of her lungs as the gun fired again, her finger accidentally pressing the trigger. She screamed, throwing the gun away as fast as she could.

And-

She didn’t mean to. She really didn’t, and she didn’t know what to do-

OR children make mistakes and accidents happen. when your children are widows, accidents tend to be more fatal

if i could start again a million miles away (i would keep myself, i would find a way)

Being different in the Red Room wasn’t allowed. In fact, it got you killed.

Natasha had always helped her when she didn’t understand things, when kids would laugh at her for being unable to tie her laces, or for only talking about My Little Pony. She wouldn’t tease her, just patiently help her learn the skill (or do it for her, if Yelena was being honest). She’d always play with her and make sure she understood what was going on.

And now she was alone. The first time Yelena tripped because she couldn’t do up her laces she was hit around the face so hard the world spun.

She learned fast after that. You are not enough. Yelena is weird and different and that is bad.

OR moments of yelena's life of growing up up in the red room whilst being autistic, plus all the things that came later

we are the reckless, we are the wild youth (chasing visions of our futures)

By the time Peter was nine, he was very aware that he wasn’t like the other kids. He asked May about it and she said he was autistic, which wasn’t a bad thing, it just meant he saw the world differently. Peter wasn’t sure he fully agreed, because if it wasn’t a bad thing why wouldn’t anyone be his friend?

Then Tony Stark became Iron Man and Peter had never been more excited in his life.

Tony Stark made technology and was a superhero! Ben helped him get lots of books from the library because he decided he was going to be an engineer and a scientist and a superhero all at once too.

OR peter's never spoken, which is fine by him, even if he desperately wants to fit in. his life is fine and he's going to be an engineer-scientist-superhero just like tony stark!

then his uncle ben dies and it's his fault. may makes him promise not to be a superhero. so his plans kinda fall apart until he gets powers.

because really, it would be dumb if he didn't help people?

he couldn't save ben. maybe he could save everyone else

you'll change your name or change your mind, and leave this fucked up place behind (but i'll know, i'll know)

Natasha promised that she’d do anything for Yelena and protect her forever. And Yelena knew that was true, because Nattie had always protected her. She always would. Plus, you couldn’t break a promise.

Nothing bad would happen to her if she was with her big sister.

OR natasha and yelena stopped being sisters after she let them go back to the red room. natasha just never thought to tell yelena that

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STRANGER THINGS

series:

hey kids, into dust together:

what if joyce and hopper never came back? what if the babysitters were thrust into responsibility they never expected?

if you changed anything, would you not have survived? (you're alive, you're alive, you're alive)

hopper and joyce never returned from the russian base. what started as a joke of being babysitters thrust steve, robin, nancy and jonathan suddenly find themselves thrust into looking after all the kids as they navigate the grief from all the people lost.

it doesn't help that everything seems to be getting worse again, that the upside down may not be fully gone. it doesn't help that they can barely afford to look after anyone, let alone make sure the law doesn't get involved. it doesn't help that feelings between people in the group may be more complex than first thought.

but maybe, everything is going to be okay. maybe this year is their year, right?

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STAR WARS:

general fics/oneshots

when the shadows fall your light will still burn brighter

He is Lukka Sky-Walker, Ekkreth, freedom and the slave who makes free. He knows his name.

She is Leia the krayt, the dragon who gives them a moment of peace. She does not know this name.

OR

a voice has been calling leia for as long as she can remember, telling her she's abandoned her people. it takes her many years to work out that voice is calling her to tatooine to free the slaves. after efforts the usual way fail, she resorts to extreme measures to fulfil her destiny - or whatever this voice is. she will free tatooine, no matter what it takes.

this is how the empire falls.

i need freedom now and i need to know how to live my life as it's meant to be

At nineteen, Padmé Naberrie has her life under control. As padawan to Qui-Gon Jinn, she gets to travel the galaxy helping people. As lineage sister to Obi-Wan Kenobi, she has an inbuilt best friend and someone to help stop Qui-Gon causing mass disturbance. When the three of them depart on a mission to Kamino, she doesn't expect anything out of the ordinary.

Then, of course, her world collapses with the discovery of the clone army. As the galaxy dissolves into war, she finds an unlikely ally in Anakin Skywalker, a revolutionary from Tatooine who helped to lead his planet to freedom from the Hutts. Now trying to help a clone revolution and fight a war, Padmé makes up her mind to find the Sith who started all this.

Inevitably, this will either destroy the Republic or destroy her. She hasn't quite worked that out yet.

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GOOD OMENS:

general fics/oneshots:

secretly bleeding my heart out to you (i am making the best of a bad situation)

Crowley had kissed him.

Aziraphale had realised he loved Crowley in 1941. Which was stupid, because Aziraphale couldn’t remember a time when he hadn’t loved him. He’d met Crowley - then an angel - whilst he created the stars. The most beautiful, wondrous things he’d ever seen. There was so much care, so much love, so much Crowley in every single one of them. He’d seen Crowley and that had been that.

Aziraphale hadn’t expected Crowley would ever love him back. Perhaps one day, when the time was right, Aziraphale would have told him. But that time would never come, because he’d managed to ruin everything.

He just wanted Crowley to be safe. He just wanted to make the right decision.

OR turns out, the supposed goodness of heaven is not a good as crowley. realising this in a lift on the way to become supreme archangel, however, is possibly the worst timing one can have this revelation. fixing this is quite simple: introspection, heresy and an well-timed rainstorm

THE OWL HOUSE:

series:

A Curse Shared AU:

Lilith cursed her sister Eda when she was 17. By the time she was 40, she had fought Emperor Belos, infiltrated the Emperor's Coven and started a rebellion with her sister. How did this happen? And how much does this change the fate of Boiling Isles?

I've lost it all (I'm just a silhouette)

Eda was always the one to protect Lily, to keep her safe, even though she was younger. Not that Eda found school easy, oh no. But in the same way Lilith found school impossible, Eda managed to find friends

OR, how hard it is to be autistic in school

What do you want me to say (when I can't tell you the truth?)

how Lilith went from cursing her sister, to starting a rebellion against Emperor Belos with her

The wrong step would be not to start this exodus

how did eda and lilith start the rebellion, anyway?

But I promise you I'll keep you safe

how did they get to the point where eda makes sure they always have griffon eggs, because luz can eat so little?

Please don't say you love me

what if Lilith and Eda had reconciled earlier, splitting the curse years before Luz came to the Isles? What if they'd started a rebellion together, fighting against the Emperor's Coven?

Amity needs an escape from her parents after disaster strikes. Will a promise made long ago help her? Did Lilith truly abandon her?

Ah yes, good etiquette demands (I remain soft and accessible in the face of my own ending)

Others at school seemed to have a different life to her, though. She didn’t know anyone else who looked after their siblings. If they cried, they went to their parents, and they would help them. If Emira went to her parents, they’d tell her to grow up - she was nine, for goodness’ sake. But that was fine - she was the oldest. She was meant to look after her siblings. Her Mum and Dad were doing this for their own good, like when they made them get top grades and gave them special necklaces that their Mother could communicate through. It was because they loved them.

You've ruined the colour green for me

how the Blight twins were affected by Amity leaving, and how they too came to live at the Owl House

Are you tired of me yet?

the Blight kids settle into living in the Owl House. There are many meltdowns, and they learn they aren't failures for existing. There is far too much hair dying. And a plot against the Emperor's Coven is hatched

The devil's after both of us

Luz and Amity go on a trip to the Emperor's Castle, with disastrous results

All my nightmares escaped my head (bar the door, please don't let them in)

Luz struggles with nightmares, and the Blight children don't understand the Owl House is safe (yet). but at least they have each other, and Eda and Lilith are happy to be parents

Won't you stay with me, my darling?

Eda was sixteen when she first kissed Raine, twenty-four when they broke up, thirty four when they rekindled their friendship. And now here she was at forty-two, running after them through the woods because they loved her.

Capture the wild things and bring them in line (and own what was never your right to confine)

it's been just over a week since Luz, Amity, Ed and Em saved the Clawthorne sisters from being petrified. It's near impossible to get work, and rebellion numbers are falling as the Emperor's Coven rounds up more and more rogue witches. With everyone closing in around them, they have to do something - and fast. But how can they fight against a group that outnumbers and overpowers them? Who is this Golden Guard, who seems to bother them at every turn?

And what happens when one of their own is caught?

This is just a bump in the road (and I promise I'm trying)

emira wakes from a nightmare, and lilith comforts her

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AMPHIBIA:

general fics/oneshots:

there's something in the water that makes me love you like i do

a collection of small moments after sasha and marcy surprised anne on her birthday, ten years later

i could even learn how to love (like you)

Marcy was seven years old when they were adopted by Olivia and Yunan.

Now they're fifteen, running across the country with their best friends, Anne and Sasha, to find adventure and freedom. Sasha promised them adventure, and Marcy can't wait to have some with their favourite people in the world.

It seems almost too perfect when they meet Andrias, a video-game developer who's blown away by Marcy's skills and wants them to work for him.

But what happens when tensions arise between the three of them? And is Andrias all that he seems?

[spooderman04]

Forewarning: this reeks of 2012 avengers fan fiction but just roll with it alright

Also it’s not a coherent thought but that’s besides the point

So you remember 5+1? Yep your right here’s another one

5 times Tony surprised the avengers with languages, and one time …

1. Tony can speak Russian.

2. Tony knows ASL

3. Tony speaks Dora

4. Tony knows Arabic (idk some kidnapping language

5. Tony speaks Italian (idek)

+1. I have no idea please repost and help me figure out

1. Tony walks into kitchen ethier early in morning or late at night. Nat is also there. Nat is venting in Russian. Include self doubt or background reference. Maybe both. Tony walks in purposely making his footsteps heavy so he doesn't get a knife to the skull, and responds in Russian. Nat is obviously surprised and they talk. Or not. They could just watch a movie and never speak of it again idk.

2. Clint tries to hide the fact he's deaf so they don't see him differently. Yes, Nat knows. She always knows. Clint had it taken out of his shield file a long time ago. He can lip-read and has basically invisible hearing aids. An emp takes out Clint's hearing aids during some small fight or something. Clint doesn't have a spare and has to last through briefing and life at the tower until they can give him a new pair in the morning. He just wants a bagel in silence and runs into the team in the kitchen cuz Tony never sleeps, Steve, Nat, and Bruce get up at the buttcrack of dawn, and Thor just likes poptarts. But anyways the team finds out, Clint's tired and can't lipread 6 people at once. And Tony kinda emerges from the shadows like finally I have some hearing aid designs I want you to try out… but in ASL. Nat also knows ASL. Cuz why the freak not. And Clint's kinda like, what? how did you know, and how do you know ASL?? (In ASL btw, just to confuse Steve) and Tony kinda shrugs it off and says he hacked shield remember (but Clint knows better. He knows he's just as observant as him and was probably just waiting for Clint to willingly tell the team (yes he's made 7 prototypes already)) and Clint kinda drops that one in favor of asking where he knew ASL from. Tony says the original Jarvis taught him some, and learned everything after hiring a deaf employee. Or maybe he learned it after he found out about Clint. Nat respects him for respecting Clint. She talks to Fury about changing her recommendation.

3 ok so basically after Afghanistan Tony learned as many languages as he could, especially the less common ones typically used but potential kidnappers. So he learns Dora (similar to the wakandan language) uhhh idk team goes to wakanda for some reason, maybe Bucky, Bucky's a good option. anywaysss. idk someone talks in wakandan, maybe like the guards or other people walking around, maybe okoye to techalla or shuri. He ends up in shuris lab cuz they're science nerds do you expect otherwise. And shuri kinda just says ethier smarter than he looks or another white boy for me to fix. If it's the latter Tony can respond with and a nerdy teenager in need of a father figure for me to adopt. Or something like that whie in wakandan and he gets a shocked look and a smile before shuri says “a competent white boy for me to fix”

4. Team gets kidnapped. Kidnappers speak some wierd language not even natasha knows, and clint dosnt even know how to ask “can i pet your dog” in said language, and the kidnappers think no one knows what theyre saying because everyone just looks confused as all get out, or drugged out of their minds ie. bruce and thor, and once they spill a location or the evil plan or somthing tony can use he responds in this random language no one knows, the kidnapperslook shocked, and a few seconds later a suit breaks in with shield on its tail rescuing them. Yeah i know not as funny but im tired okay

5. Yeah the rest idk what to do with

If u got ideas add em cuz I'm bored and don't know where to go😂

5. ??? I need help guys

If u got ideas add em cuz I'm bored and don't know where to go😂