#i feel a lot better now but my tendonitis and my wobbly knees are acting up because i’ve been off my feet so long

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I’m gonna try to get back to work tomorrow wish me luck

[jamlally]

Tiny dancer

This was written for the 25 days of Christmas Challenge that is hosted by  @panicfob .  The Day 9 Challenge prompt was Nutcracker Ballet

Warnings: Fluff and hints of a relationship 

Pairing: Tony Stark x OFC (Belle Porter), Natasha Romanoff

Summary:Tony gifts the present of a lifetime to Natasha Romanoff 

Belle rested against Tony’s chest her fingers  smoothing over the scars he still bore on his chest.  This man had so nearly not been around to be a part of her life, and the thought that she couldn’t have know this feeling with him scared her.

So I have a surprise for Natasha - it’s really her Christmas gift, but even with my influence she needs to get it early”

Belle enjoyed heading the rumble of his voice in his chest, and gave a small hum to indicate she was listening 

“So the thing is I need you to be available at 6 to come and help be five it to her  - you can do that right baby”

Belle placed a soft kiss on his chest “Of course”

“Perfect” She could hear the smile In his voice “I know it’s short noice, so I took the liberty of getting something for you to wear”

Belle tilted her head up looking up at his jaw, her hands stopping any movement “Tony/…..”

“ah ah I know.  You don’t like it when I spend money on you, but I want you to be there, and you needed a specific outfit.  I know you could have shopped but then Natasha would likely of wanted to come  and well, then everything would be ruined”

Belle couldn’t help but shake her head before craning up to kiss the underside of Tony’s jaw.  “Just this once Tony.  I don’t want you for your money,  I just love the time  that we spend together”

“Hmm me too Snowflake.  Now…” Tony rolled gently pushing Belle onto her back, as he smiled down at her “We have at least an hour before we need to be anywhere and I intend to spend it seeing if I can make you make those wonderful noises again”. 

Belle giggled as his lips found hers and his hands moved to her breasts.  The giggle turned into a moan and she lost herself in the arms of her lover.

Looking in the mirror Belle dreaded to think just how much Tiny had spent to get the dress she was currently wearing.  The deep metallic blue shimmered gently under the light,  It was perfectly sized, fitted her like a glove, and showed enough of her neck ad cleavage to be sexy but not trashy. She loved the way it swayed as she moved.

“You look even better than I imagined Snowflake”. Tony was dressed in one of his impeccably tailored suits, bowtie still undone around his neck.  Belle smiled back at him

“I really want to tell you how I feel it’s too much and not necessary but I really love the dress”

Tony laughed coming to stand behind her, his hands on her hips and his chin resting gently on her shoulder “You know I would fill a wardrobe with dresses like this for you If that’s what you wanted” he kissed her shoulder “but I know you don’t so le the treat you just once in a while ok” 

“Ok but just once in a while”

“Shall we” Tony stepped back extending his arm and Belle draped her hand over his elbow as they headed out to meet the others. 

Tony had laid on a couple of chauffeur driven limos for the team, complete with drinks and snacks and the spirits were hight as they drove through the city.  Belle mostly enjoyed sitting next to Tony and listening to the others.  The peace she felt surrounded by this group warmed her soul.  

She could feel a slight tension in Tony, it obviously mattered to him that Natasha enjoyed this evening, she knew that he had put a lot of thought into this gift and while he didn’t like to show it, these people meant the world to him.  

The car’s eventually pulled up outside a grand looking theatre that was beautifully lit and the team regrouped. Tony cleared his throat “Look I appreciate you all getting dressed up and coming along tonight, Natasha I wanted to get you something that you would enjoy for Christmas, I mean I know you like knifes and leather and all that, but this year I figured something a little different”

The others all chuckled.  “The NY Ballet company has been putting a special series of performances for Christmas to raise money for local charities.  The performances have been by invitation only and tonight is the last for the season and we have a box waiting in your name,  I also had a discussion with the director and he has agreed that the money raised tonight will go to New Yorkers for Children in your name. 

Natasha stepped forward and hugged Tony in an uncharacteristic show of emotions. Belle watched as Tony gently rubbed his friends back, his eyes looking pretty soft and possibly a little teary when Natasha kissed his cheek in thanks.

Tony ushered them inside and they were quickly escorted up to a private box and Natasha was ushered to the central seat.  

“Have you ever seen the Ballet?” Natasha turned to Belle a smile in place

Belle shook her head “Never.  It’s not something I really know anything about”

Natasha gave a sick laugh “I’m pretty sure that most of these guys haven’t either so don’t worry about it.  I can explain anything that’s happening and answer any questions you might have. 

“That would be wonderful - I didn’t know that you were such a  big fan of ballet.  I hope you don’t mind me saying that it seems an unusual hobby for a spy”

Natasha turned to face Belle a little more her smile a little sad and Belle couldn’t help but reach out and squeeze the other woman’s hand 

“I’m sorry - I didn’t mean to make you sad”. 

“Don’t worry about it.  I’m not really sad, just a little melancholy.  Once upon a time I wanted to been of those women on the stage.  There was something very freeing about moving to the music”

“I’m sorry that you had to give up that dream.  It explains how you move so beautifully when you fight though”

The smile Natasha gave her was a little happier “Well the skills had to be useful for something no ?  And when you think of it most kids don’t get to be what they first dreamed off so it is what it is”. 

The lights dipped and the opening notes rose from the orchestra pit, the curtains opened and the first of the dancers took to the stage.

Belle had been glued to the stage and found that sitting next to Natasha she learnt a lot about the moves the dancers performed and what each act was showing.  She had stood with the others at the end of the performance and clapped and cheered for the dancers.

Tony had disappeared as the dancers appeared for their encore and returned just as everyone was getting ready to head out of the box/

“If you could all sit your assess down there is one more party to tonight.  We just need to wait here for a couple of minutes, I am sure you can find some way to entertain yourselves”

Belle headed over to Tony cuddling into his side as he checked his phone

“And just what else do you have planned for tonight Mr Stark?” She spoke quietly in his ear, watching as he licked his lips a small smirk in place.  

Tony bent down pressings lips up against Belle’s ear “Now you just need to wait and see Little Miss and if you keep brushing against me like that things are going to get ….out of hand pretty quickly”. Warm dry lips smoothed over the tendon n Belles neck before they were followed by the sharp nip of teeth, and the brush of tongue to ease the sling.  

Belle felt her cheeks flush as her knees felt a little wobbly and her breath caught in her chest.  Before she could respond in kind a cough pulled Tony’s attention elsewhere 

“We are ready Mr Stark if you and the rest of the party would like to follow me” they were ushered out of the box, through a door marked for employees only and down sets of stairs which eventually lead to the stage wings.  

“Ms Romanoff” The guide waved Natasha forward “This is Alexandra Ansanelli, she is our current principle ballerina and took the lead in tonight performance”. 

Natasha was delighted to spend time talking with the younger woman and Belle was sure that she had never seen someone touch things as reverently as Natasha did when she saw the costumes.  

Tony leaned down to whisper in Belle’s ear “And now for the grande finale” Belle looked up slightly puzzled and Tony tuned her head back to Natasha as Ms Ansanelli handed the spy a box

A gasp came from Natasha when she opened the box to  find a custom made pair of ballet slippers.  The orchestra are waiting, there is to be one last performance of the Dance of the Sugarplum fairy tonight - if you would”

Natasha looked lost for words as the others moved to find seats.  Tony threw a wink in Natashas direction “See you out there red”

As the lights dipped once more the group fell quiet, the curtains opened and there in the spotlight stood the teams resident red head, dressed in a custom tailored costume.  The orchestra played the first note and Natasha began to move.

As the final note rang out Natasha held the final position and the team stood whooping and clapping.  Belle head tears in her eyes and she squeezed Tony’s arm. 

“You did good Tony.  She looks so happy and you did that.  I’ve got to say I’m not sure how you beat this next year”

Tony laughed, popping her on the butt to  encourage Belle forward and Belle jumped f before shaking her ass at him and then moving to leave the seats.

The mood as they group joined Natasja was jubilant and Belle couldn’t wait to see what else Tony would have planned for their friends. 

[numblikesdonuts]

Yondu X Reader (Injury)

Yondu X Reader . I think the writing may be gender neutral, but it may lean more towards where the reader is female. Sorry, I try to make them as gender neutral as possible, but it's easier for me to make the reader female since I am female. I love many writers' Yondu X Readers and I decided I'd make one myself to kind of return the favor. I'm a terrible writer, so I apologize in advance. Anyways, LETS GET THIS SHOW ON THE ROAD! AU: Where reader is a former gymnast/dancer and tries to practice whenever possible. You have been a Ravager for quite a while now, and you and Yondu have been in a relationship for at least 2 years now. He loved you very much and cared for you, as you did for him too. You were in your room that you and Yondu shared, stretching to stay well practiced with your flexibility for dance/gymnastics. It was something you did back in Terra and you missed it very much, so you didn't get the opportunity to practice very often due to doing Ravager business, but when you got the chance, you took advantage of it and danced your heart out to old routines you learned back when you were still on Terra. Well, today was one of those days were you had quite some time to yourself to stretch out your legs and get your splits. You extended your right leg in front of you and slid down low until you couldn't anymore. "Well, I have been stretching for at least 10 minutes now, I think I can go a little farther." You said to yourself out loud as you pushed your body to go down lower until... POP! You felt it, and there was no denying you messed up your leg, "FUCK!" You screamed out loud as you curled your leg into your body and you felt like the whole back of you leg was being cut open. You sat there, wincing tensely as you waited for the pain to dull down. After about 5 minutes, you extended your leg to see how it felt. It hurt a whole lot, so you traced the back of your knee towards your thigh area to see if your injury could be what you thought it was and... Sure enough. You tore a tendon. You cursed out loud, "Ah, fuck!" How were you supposed to explain this to Yondu? The next trip to steal some loot surely wouldn't be too far away, and then what? You would get ready to leave the ship and suddenly chicken out to tell Yondu you hurt yourself from doing the splits? Can you imagine how dumb that would sound? No, you decided you would just be careful and let it heal on its own and hopefully Yondu wouldn't notice. Well, speak of the devil. As you were standing up, you heard the door to the Captain's quarters open and your handsome blue boyfriend walked over to you and placed a kiss on your forehead, "Afternoon, doll. How are ya doin'?" He asked as he moved a strand of hair away from your face. You smiled sheepishly, "I'm fine, babe. How are you? I haven't seen you all morning." Yondu chuckled lightly as he walked over to his desk to grab a drink hidden in the cabinet inside, "Busy teachin' the crew how ta properly catch loot from unsuspectin' pedestrians. Nothin' too special." You nodded, "Sorry I wasn't there. I was... Busy." You tried to hide the pain in your voice as the stinging in your leg grew stronger. "Busy? Busy how?" Yondu flashed a toothy grin at you, "Just practicing my gymnastics stuff, you know." You straightened your posture, "Well, I think I'm going to go take a shower now. It's getting kind of late." You said as you started to walk towards the shower in your room, trying your very best to hide the limp in your walk, but it didn't take long for Yondu to take note of it, "(Y/N)?" He said with all seriousness in his tone. 'Shit...' You thought to yourself. You turned around, trying to look as innocent as possible, "Yes, Yondu?" You asked, "What happened?" He looked at you straight in the eye, making you a little nervous, "I don't-" You were about to protest when he interjected, "Don't tell me you don't know what I mean. You know good and well what I am talking about. Did someone hurt you." You sighed and surrendered, "No no.... I hurt myself... On accident." You said looking away from him, feeling a bit ashamed. Yondu' face turned from integrity to concern quickly as he walked over to you and picked you up, placing you on the bed so that you were sitting down, "How did you manage to hurt yourself 'on accident'?" He asked, cocking his eyebrow at you as he knelt down and placed his hands on your leg gently. "I was stretching and I pushed myself too far. I tore a tendon in my leg. I'm sorry, Yondu." You apologized. When Yondu pressed into your leg a little, you winced and tried to pull your leg back, but Yondu had a firm grip and kept it in place, "Shit, girl. Ya really did fuck up yer leg. Wait right here, I'll be back." He said as he got up and headed out of his quarters. When he returned, you saw him carrying what looked like some sort of gun, three rod-like objects, and some sort of casting wrap. Yondu knelt back to down to your leg and lifted it so you could extend it out, "What's that?" You asked him while pointing at the gun. He placed it in his hands to where you could see it, "It's a healin' device Kraglin found in Knowhere. It acts like a filler to yer insides, like if ya broke a bone or if ya have internal bleedin'." He explained as he then placed the gun along the back of your leg and ran it up and down your leg. You didn't know what it was doing, but you could feel the pain already starting to fade. He then took the rods and placed them on your extended leg and wrapped them up so they'd stay in place, "Ya need to keep yer leg immobilized so yer leg can heal right." He finished, and stood up, placing his hands under yours to help you get up. When you stood up, you felt weird with the casting on your leg, "I feel like I have a peg leg." You said as you wobbled your leg for dramatic effect. Yondu chuckled and wrapped his arm around your waist, "Ya may walk kinda funny for a while, but you'll get used ta it. B'sides, it's not like you'll have it on long anyways, since that gun should heal ya up quicker." You pouted a little, thinking about how embarrassing it'll be when the whole crew will see you like this, "I guess that's fine..." Yondu then gave you a smirk and knelt down to face your leg once again and placed a tender kiss on it, "There. Kisses make everythin' better." He grinned as he stood back up to face you. You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck, "God, I love you so much. What did I do to deserve you?" You asked as you placed a kiss on his jaw, then pecked him on the lips. Yondu smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist, "I think I should be askin' the same thing. You're the best treasure I have found." He place one of his hands on the side of your face and stroked your cheek with his thumb, "But (Y/N)?" You looked at him, "Hm?" "Next time you want ta do yer stretchin' stuff... Make sure I'm around. I think I'd like to see what your body can do that you haven't showed me." You giggled and nuzzled your face into his neck. God he was the best man you could ever ask for. - - - (I hope this was good! Honestly, I'm not too good at writing fan fiction and to be quite honest with you, I'm not a big fan of writing in general. But I decided to write a fic anyways because I love my Blue Space Daddy and I know I'm not the only one, plus I decided, why not? Sorry if my grammar is terrible, I hate grammar so much and, like I said, I hate writing sooo yeah, it's probably not the best.)