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[agent-whiskeys-sweetheart]

January Wedding

Pairing: Wife!Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Summary: After years of heartache and pain to get to your special day, you and Natasha finally get your happy ending.

Warnings: Just lots of tear inducing fluff. 

A/N: Did I cry writing this? YEAH MAYBE WHAT ABOUT IT!

I don’t feel weak but I do  Need sometimes for her to protect me  And reconnect me  To the beauty that I’m missin’  And in January we’re gettin’ married

The wind is harsh, whipping through your hair and stinging your face. The weatherman had predicted a much warmer day but this morning, nothing would get you down. You simply added another layer to your outfit as you walked up the steps to the chapel. You and your wife-to-be had split up this morning, not wanting to risk any bad luck before your big day, so you entered the large foyer by yourself. 

Just around the corner was the room where you had placed your dress and all of your amenities for getting ready the day before. As soon as you stepped into the room your eyes found the long white dress which was hanging up near the vanity. It was perfect, having spoken to you the moment you put it on. You couldn’t wait for Natasha to see it. You just knew that her jaw was going to drop when she took in the sight of you in that beautiful dress. You were also incredibly excited to see what she had picked out as well. 

There had been so many things that led you to this moment. A lot of the events that carried you to your wedding day were hard. Heart breaking even. Natasha had gone through a lot and so had you. That’s why you liked to think that this was your reward for sticking by one another’s sides through everything, good and bad. 

You had made your way to the venue an hour early to give yourself time to shake off your nerves. Sitting down in front of the vanity you rubbed a hand over your mouth, taking in the sight of your own face. The time seemed to fly past as it wasn’t long before your mother was knocking on the door. Turning in your chair, you gave her a smile. 

“Hi baby!” She said cheerfully, letting herself in and making her way over to you to hug your neck. “How long have you been here alone?”

“Don’t worry, I haven’t been here for very long.” You lie. 

“Okay, good. Well, mommy is here now! Let’s start getting you ready. Your sister and your friends should be here soon so nothing’s stopping us from going ahead with things.” You nod, positioning yourself in your chair so that she can start on your hair. 

Soon the door was opening and closing again and again as people joined the party. Your sister and four of your friends filed into the room as you struggled to turn around and greet them with your mom’s hands in your hair. Each time you tried to face them she would straighten your head out so she could do what she needed to do, making you chuckle. All of the new people in the room put their things down before crowding around the mirror to get a look at you.

“You’re going to look beautiful.” Your sister gives you a proud smile.

“Are you saying I look ugly now?” 

“What? No!” She protests but you cut her off with a rich laugh.

“I’m just teasing you!” You tell her, nudging her with an arm. She returns the gesture and your mom gives her an annoyed look as she jostles you around, quickly stopping her movements. 

“I wonder what Natasha looks like!” One of your friends chimes in. 

“I know! God, I’m so nervous. I know she’s going to look beautiful!” You say, feeling your breathing becoming heavier. 

“If you know she’s going to look beautiful, why are you nervous?” 

“I’m scared I’m gonna start blubbering like a little baby.” You laugh. This causes everyone in the room to giggle as well, all putting soft hands on you to calm your nerves. You’re so grateful for all of them. You couldn’t imagine this day without them there.  

Soon your mother is finished with your hair and they all begin working on different parts of your makeup. One girl does your foundation and contour, the next does your eye shadow and liner, the next does your lips and blush. Finally they bring you your dress, all hands on deck for helping you into the thing. It’s a little tricky to slide into but the moment it’s on and you get to see the whole beautiful picture, your chest starts to tighten. This is all just a glorious reminder that it is the happiest day of your life. You’re finally marrying your precious Natasha. No one knew her like you did. She needed you as much as you needed her. You truly were one another’s other half. 

When you glanced up at the clock, you knew it was time. You were swimming in a sea of your own emotions as you tried to calm yourself, realizing that you were in the final stretch. All that waiting and hurt. Now you were finally here. Everyone except your mother said goodbye and left the room, leaving the two of you alone. 

“You look absolutely stunning. And Natasha will too. My beautiful girls. It’s all going to be okay. You two were made for each other. Now all that’s left is to walk down that aisle and make it official.” You nod, fighting back the tears. You give your mom a big old bear hug. The moment you pull away she walks you down the hall to where your father is standing outside the main doors that lead into the chapel. As he takes in the sight of you he lets out a shaky breath. 

“You look lovely sweetheart. Are you ready?” As you take his arm you look between both of your parents, smiling widely. 

“For this? I was born ready.” You say. As she finally gets the cue from you your mom sneaks away to a side door where she finally takes her seat. Natasha is already standing on the altar, clenching and unclenching her fists. It was almost time. Soon you’d be walking through those double doors in all of your splendor and glory. You’d be gliding your way down that aisle and when you two finally met again, you’d be getting married. God, she was terrified. Yet she had never been so ready for anything in all of her life. You were her rock. Her guiding light. She needed you so much more than words could possibly express. She was so ready to make you her wife. 

The music began abruptly, prompting everyone to stand and face the double doors. As they opened that’s when the two of you saw each other. Your eyes locked as soon as you stepped into the room and they didn’t leave one another for a second. It’s like everyone else in the room disappeared, leaving you in a world where it was only you two forever. Your father had a hand on your arm as he walked you down the aisle. Happy faces abounded as you felt the eyes of all your friends and family following you up to the altar. Natasha was wearing a floor length dress that hugged her curves beautifully. There were pearls and beads and lace lining the edges of the dress that created an elegant pattern which was very fitting. When you really started to take her in your prediction came true and you began to cry. Seeing this she couldn’t help but laugh which made you laugh as well, trying to rub away some of your excess tears before you got to the altar. 

Once you were there you leaned over and gave your father a kiss on the cheek before turning back to your stunning Natasha. She outstretched her hands and you gladly took them in your own, your tears having subsided now. All you could feel were her warm battle scarred hands resting in yours. The preacher began to speak, saying all the right words and carrying out the ceremony effortlessly. You repeated the things that you needed to repeat and listened when Natasha spoke in turn. Her voice was like a song to you. 

In the middle of the ceremony it was time to say your vows. She didn’t need a slip of paper or a notebook, neither did you. You both knew exactly what you wanted to say to the other. First was Natasha.

“My Y/N. This day has been a long time coming. I have waited impatiently for years now for the right time, the right day, the right gap in our hectic lives. That day is finally here and it’s even more beautiful than I imagined. I knew when I saw you walk through those doors that I would fall in love with you all over again and I was right. If it weren’t for you I might not be alive today. You have saved me again and again. You save me every day when you wake me up with a kiss, you save me with your sweet words and your heart, you save me by being you. Thank you for trusting me, for giving me your love, and for receiving all the love I have to give. It’s been a long journey to get to this point and even now we’re just getting started. We’ve got the rest of our lives to love and live and grow together. And I can’t wait.” 

As soon as she finishes you lean in and kiss her tenderly. Everyone lets out light hearted chuckles and small encouragements as the preacher prompts you to pull away. “It’s not time for that just yet.” 

“Sorry. Couldn’t help myself.” You say with a smile. Now it was your turn. “My darling. My light. My love. My sun, my moon, and my stars. My Natasha. Life has taken us both on very different paths. Yet despite the fact that we come from different places, we found each other. We saw one another’s flaws and strengths and differences and we decided that we wanted each other no matter what. That is the spirit that I am here in today. In the spirit of differences. We will never be the same and thank god we’re not. Because I get to see so many beautiful sides of you that I fall in love with time and time again. You light a fire in me every day and you make me want to be a better person. I see you save the world every day and it reminds me that you are my hero. Not because you save lives for a living but because of your inner strength and beauty. You inspire me with every breath you take and I am so excited for a lifetime of being inspired by you.” 

The crowd coos as the two of you stare longingly into each other’s eyes. The preacher continues with the ceremony, finishing things up as the two of you continue to hold onto the other’s hands. “Y/N L/N, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?” 

“I do.” The words sound delicious in your mouth. 

“Natasha Romanoff, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?” She rubs a thumb over the back of your hand.

“I do.” The preacher exchanges a smile between you both. 

“You may now kiss the bride.” He jokes and you both hold onto each other’s faces as you press your lips together, kissing one another deeply and fully. As you do the people in the chapel all stand and clap, cheering loudly. You can’t help but smile against her lips. 

Once you both pulled away you felt like brand new people. The world seemed to be just a bit brighter and more beautiful. The two of you walked down the aisle hand in hand as the people around you continued to clap. Once you were out in the hallway you pulled her body against yours, kissing her tenderly again. She held you firmly as you both molded to one another. “Why thank you Mrs. Romanoff.”

“No thank you Mrs. Romanoff.” You reply, loving the way your new name sounds in her mouth. The two of you had decided a long time ago that you would take her last name and you were so glad that you had when the words came out of her mouth. 

“I love you so much my love.” She caressed a hand down your cheek. 

“I love you too baby.” You replied, closing your eyes as she touched you gently. It was all you could do not to cry at the feel of her. This was the beginning of your forever and you couldn’t wait to enjoy every second of married life with your gorgeous new wife. 

You both moved for the doors, heading outside to the car so you could drive to the reception venue. The ride was short and you both clung onto each other the whole way there. Everyone else started to file in shortly after the two of you as you both sat at the head table. You smiled and greeted all of your guests as they shuffled inside and found their seats which were positioned around the dance floor. 

Everything at the reception went wonderfully. It began with a slow dance between you and your wife. The music had come on over the speakers as the two of you moved for the dance floor. The lights were already dimmed as you held each other close, spinning around the floor effortlessly. The feel of her body against your own warmed your entire being as you slid your hand across her waist while you danced. When the song ended the two of you stayed locked there for a while, foreheads pressed against each other’s while the guests clapped. 

After that everything erupted into magnificent chaos. The DJ started up the party track and guests began making their way for the dance floor. Soon enough there was practically no one still sitting, including you and Natasha. You mingled around the floor as you greeted your friends and family. You watched with a laugh as your side of the guests became awestruck at the sight of the Avengers on the dance floor with them. Practically everyone came up to the two of you to offer their congratulations and you both received them with grace and a smile. All the while you two never left each other’s side.

As the night finally began to wind down you and Natasha readied yourselves to head off for the honeymoon. Thanks to Director Fury, her boss, you had been given a free trip to Rome. While Natasha’s job was dangerous, it sometimes had its perks. The guests all formed a line down the sidewalk to watch the two of you depart, waving and saying their goodbyes plus their final congratulations until you were both loaded up into the car and driving for the airport. 

“I can’t wait to take you away from all this craziness. To be alone with you. To get a chance to travel for something other than work.” She says the last line jokingly. “But mostly I’m looking forward to sharing a bed with my new wife.” You blushed as she said this, conjuring images in your mind of the steamy nights to come. 

“I can’t wait either, my darling wife.” You pulled her in for another tender kiss before snuggling into her side, watching the world whiz by as you settled into the idea of your new life with Natasha. 

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[mindful-of-ideas]

Preference: MCU

- Reacting to you getting hurt while training

Characters: Clint, Strange, Tony and Yelena

A/N: Not all characters, so of course I’m willing to do multiple parts of this!

Clint:

You got too confident and tried something he explicitly told you not to try. Nonetheless, he blames himself. He should’ve known you weren’t going to listen to him and should’ve prevented this. So when he sees you fall to the ground, your knees buckling, he rushes to your side.

“Y/N! Fuck!”

“It’s okay,” you said trying to get back up.

You failed miserably, your arm giving in under your weight.

“Fuck!” you said.

“It’s ok, it’s ok, just stay down.”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. You told me I wasn’t ready.”

“It’s alright, it’s just a few bruises and cuts. You probably hit your head when you fell, that’s why you’re dizzy.”

“How bad is it?”

“You’ll survive,” he said smiling, “Now come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

“Did I at least look badass?”

“Right now, not really. While doing the thing I explicitly said you should not try? A bit, yeah,” he said smiling. 

“Cool!”

“No, not cool! But we’ll work on it. Now, come on.”

You tried to take a few steps but stumbled as you were still dizzy. He wrapped an arm around your waist, helping you reach the infirmary. 

He’s very careful when cleaning your cuts and bandaging your wounds.

“It will sting a bit, just a heads up,” he said before using an alcohol wipe on your forehead.

“A bit!” you say wincing, “when do you think we can go back to training?”

“Now, slow down. We still need to put band-aids on those cuts and ice on your bruises. They could use a little help to heal quicker.”

He makes it a point to explain everything he does just so you know what to do if you ever get hurt on a solo mission.

Even if you want to go back to training as soon as possible, he always finds a way to keep you distracted long enough for you to heal properly.

Strange:

He takes every precaution to ensure you won’t hurt anyone or yourself while training. You mostly train in the mirror dimension to make sure you don’t destroy anything as well or end up getting hurt by your own collateral damage. But he forgot that you could hurt yourself by pushing your limits too far.

“Strange…?” you asked, worry in your voice.

“What’s going on?” he said touching down from where he’s been levitating.

“Is… is it supposed to burn?” you said, looking down at your hands.

“Is what supposed to burn? Y/N?” he asked, now coming towards you, “Y/N, talk to me.”

Your hands were burning so badly. Your vision got blurry and you started falling. Strange caught you before you could hit the ground, sitting down with you, your head on his chest.

“My hands,” you finally said, your voice shaking, “they’re burning…”

“That last blast was a lot, it’s just residual energy, you’re okay,” said Strange trying to keep you and himself calm.

This was one of his biggest fears, you getting hurt, but more specifically your hands getting hurt when he could prevent it.

“It’s not!” you screamed, “it won’t go away like it usually does! Strange do something… please,” you said now pleading, tears in your eyes.

He placed both hands on yours and mumbled something. The burning slowly went away, only leaving a tickling sensation in your fingertips. You sighed, resting back your head on Strange.

“Thanks,” you whispered.

“Next time, you take things slower? This happened because you tried too quickly to do something you couldn’t completely control. Energy got stuck in your hands and couldn’t get out. I’ll teach you how to disperse it in your body like I just did, but promise you’ll warn me next time you try something like that?”

“Sure.”

All that left you exhausted and Strange knew it. He carried you into your room and let you rest for a while. He will use teaching you the new spell as an excuse to keep you from training for a while. He’ll pretend that it’s to give you time to get back on your feet but truthfully, it’s because he got really scared of something bad happening and could use the break himself.

Tony:

It took everything for him to train with you. You had to beg for weeks. He always found an excuse. He had meetings, conferences, missions, villains to defeat. One time he even completely disappeared for a few days before coming back with a nice tan. You even began to doubt his excuses were true.

“I have to learn physico-chemistry of cold plasma by tomorrow,” he said.

“That’s not even a real thing,” you grumbled.

But he eventually agreed. While he was more experienced than you, he treated you as an equal and didn’t hold back. He was not aiming to hurt you, on the contrary, but he wanted this to be as realistic as possible. You got a few good hits in but had to fall back. As you turned around, ready to dodge the next wave of attacks, your foot caught on something and the blast hit you square in the chest. You fell hard on your back, your breath cut by the impact. You laid there for a second trying to breathe again.

“Y/N?” he asked.

You didn’t answer. You could barely breathe, how could he expect you to answer. But this was Tony Stark. You had to get back up, you couldn’t look weak in front of him.

“You okay?” he called again, this time closer.

You shut your eyes and bit your lower lip trying to get the pain to leave your body. As if it was that easy. You tried to get up but quickly gave up.

“Y/N, are you… shit, this is exactly why I didn’t want to train…”

“I’m fine,” you said, opening your eyes, “Just taking a little break.”

You tried to smile, but the pain was too much.

“A break, uh? Maybe I’ll take one with you then,” he said lying next to you.

It took a minute but you finally got your breathing under control.

“You okay, kid,” he asked.

“Think so,” you said.

“Now, come on,” he said getting up and offering you a hand, “We’re getting you checked out.”

“I feel fine,” you said, yet still winced as you got up.

“Y/N, don’t… see this is why I train alone! So stuff like this doesn’t happen!”

He looked away from you. You could see tears in his eyes.

“But… I’m okay…” you said before painfully taking a few steps toward him.

You hugged him, carefully resting your head on his shoulder.

“I’ll be okay, this wasn’t your fault,” you added, whispering.

“I-…” he started pushing you away from him, “let’s get you checked out and then will grab something to eat. Burgers?”

Yelena:

You couldn’t really tell if she was happy or not to train with you. Not that you had to convince her. You had grown really close to one another since you met and had hoped she would say yes, as you were eager to learn from her. And she did, she agreed right away, but still, you couldn’t tell how she felt about it.

The training was going well. She showed you a few new moves and you had no problems learning them. You even managed to use them against her. This probably hurt her ego, as she doubled down on the attacks. Nothing too dangerous, but you could feel the pressure rising. Both of you wanted to show off to the other by trying more and more complicated hits.

Then it happened. She hit you right in the face, making you lose balance and stumbled. As you tried to shake the dizziness away, she landed another blow right in your ribs. You rolled away, trying to avoid any more hits.

“What,” she said, “Tired?”

You closed your eyes moaning, you could feel your side throbbing.

“Come on, Y/N! I know you got more in you. You did good when you did the jab and then the kick and the other kick. You can still do good. Get up!”

You actually liked that she was still pushing you to continue. If this had been a real fight, you would at least need to get up and get to safety. You could help but smile at the thought of you two, out there, fighting side by side. 

You sat up, feeling around your ribs. Not broken, thankfully.

“Y/N? Please get up…” Yelena said, now closer to you.

“I… I’m alright,” you said, looking up at her.

“Y/N, I am so so sorry…” she said but then stopped.

You couldn’t tell if it was only worry or if she was actually about to cry.

“I swear, Yelena,” you said, “I’m okay, but are you?

“We need to get you fixed,” she said holding out a hand, not answering your question.

“If we get me fixed, will you be okay?” you asked taking her hand and getting up.

“Maybe… but they need to fix you really good.”

“I’m sure they will,” you said offering a smile.

She smiled back. 

[cowboylikeyouu]

in germany, chris evan‘s roles (including steve) are mostly voiced by dennis schmidt-foß, but as johnny storm he‘s voiced by benedikt weber, and it made for a really cool moment during dp&w. bc wade’s super convinced that he‘s steve, but all the german people who watch the german dub of marvel movies religiously are already like huh??? bc that‘s NOT steve rogers‘ voice, and then when it’s revealed that he‘s actually johnny, wade‘s like "ah yeah, i should’ve known from the voice". and idk, it’s not hilarious or anything, but it just made me soo happy that they used wade‘s 4th wall breaks differently in different languages. just felt the need to share this

[visually-corrupted]

by Maca [jayh.sketch]

[based on this book cover]

[heart--of--gold]

Imagine Logan being not so subtle when he's jealous. Think about him staring you and Wade down when you're cuddling in the morning, watching TV on the couch. Perhaps it's a touch too early to be making breakfast and maybe Logan considers pouring down his freshly made steaming-hot coffee on Wade to get him to buzz off.

Maybe Logan glares daggers in the back of your head while he stands around in the kitchen, an unspoken plea to be invited in the cuddle session. Maybe Logan stomps his way over, and maybe, just maybe, sits between you and Wade so he can get your affections. Not so different from a dog trying to get his owner's attention when you think about it. Not that anyone's complaining.

[notearsnora]

Best WICKED review EVER.

[ryukisgod]

[natromi]

Insomniac Nights

Prompt: “I can't sleep, do you mind a cuddle?“

Wanda Maximoff being unable to sleep because of her nightmares, decides to choose you out of everyone for a cuddle. You think she's joking, why would she choose you? She thinks you're cute for being so naive on her growing feelings for you.

Warnings: None because this is pure fluff! Maybe like a little bit of a possessive mindset at the end but it's vague methinks.

Word Count: 390, short one to start with.

Wanda let out a sigh as she rolled from one side of her bed to the other, her head on her hands as she contemplated fighting a god for her lack of sleep. She could very well fight a god or two if she wished, maybe she would choose to fight Morpheus if he so much as appeared on her line of sight. Alas, she didn't have the energy or the mental capacity to handle a fight, let alone with the dream man.

And so she sat down, eyes on the colourless wall as she got lost in her mind for a while. She thought about how unlucky she was to get nightmares, while you were sleeping quite peacefully next door. Maybe she envied your ability to sleep so much and so well, maybe she envied that you cuddled your pillow, and not her.

As thoughts swirled around her mind, she thought of what she wanted to do. Either she could suffer by herself and try to go back to sleep, or she could ask you, her best friend, and most oblivious person in the multiverse, to cuddle her. Because obviously friends cuddled all the time!

She made up her mind after a couple minutes (which felt like hours), standing up and walking quietly to your room. Choosing to open the door quietly, as to not wake you up, she found you reading a book. A surprised look on her face as she expected you to have been sleeping by now.

Too surprised to notice your stare on hers, she broke into a soft, shy smile. The darkness hiding her flushed cheeks, your silent motion for her to walk in allowed her to close the door slowly, walking over to you. There was a silent understanding of what she wanted, and you were perfectly okay in this thought to be platonic move.

You enveloped her in your arms, a soft sigh leaving Wanda's lips as she found comfort in your body heat, the way you smelled, and your tight hold as you went back to reading. She found these moments incredibly peaceful, that she often thought about how she could ever deserve you, her most prized possession.

But you didn't know that yet, you didn't need to. You would understand soon enough that she was the only one for you.

This is my first oneshot that I publish!! I hope you guys enjoy it. Feel free to repost, send a comment or just like this. It'll mean so much to me to know that it's being liked. (:

[cadhla182]

CarolJess comission!

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[hermesdoesthings]

Guys I read a stucky fic—despite the threatening sky and shuddering earth (they remained) by praximeter on ao3—for the first time in who knows how long and OH MY GOD i need more please please PLEASE drop stucky recs for me

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⚫🔴 b&w version of my Bucky illustration

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[agent-whiskeys-sweetheart]

I And Love And You

Pairing: Best Friend!Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Summary: You go on a road trip with your best friend, Steve Rogers, and you are both forced to face your feelings for each other.

Warnings: None, just ridiculous amounts of fluff. 

A/N: I was looking for inspiration and found it in the shape of my favorite album. So, I’m writing a series of fics based on every song from I And Love And You by The Avett Brothers. I highly recommend listening to each song before reading. It will be a more fun journey. I’ve never done something like this before so I hope you enjoy! 

That woman, she’s got eyes that shine Like a pair of stolen polished dimes She asked to dance, I said “It’s fine I’ll see you in the morning time”

“Come on, Steve. We’ve still got a few more hours before we’re at the campsite and it’s starting to get dark.” The man looked at you skeptically, well aware that the sun was starting to disappear.  

“It won’t take long. I just need to pick up an energy drink if I’m gonna get us there alive.” He stresses the word alive to punctuate his point. You roll your eyes, sitting up in the passenger seat. It had already been a full day of driving and you were both cranky and very sore from so little movement. You were eager to arrive at your destination.

When Steve had proposed this trip to you, you were a little skeptical to say the least. Just you and him in a car for two days in order to travel to a campsite he had read about that he wanted to visit. Of course the first question to come to mind was “Why me?” 

“You’re my best friend. I couldn’t imagine doing it with anyone else.” His sweet words had been enough to get you on board and within the next few weeks you were loading up Steve’s small car with all your bags and heading for Colorado. You’d always heard it was a beautiful place to visit and you were excited for the sights. However, what you didn’t know was that being cooped in a car for 28 hours was going to drive you absolutely crazy. You prayed it would be worth it.

It wasn’t long before Steve was pulling in to the gas station parking lot, putting the car in park as he hopped out. With a huff you decided to join him, stepping out of the car as well and heading inside. Perusing through the aisles of snacks, you simple meander until Steve gestures to you that he’s ready to go. When you show up with nothing in your hands he gives you an annoyed look. “Go get an energy drink or something. You’re not falling asleep in the last few hours. I need you to help keep me awake.” With a groan you run over to the clear fridges near the back and pick out the first energy drink your eyes land on, bringing it over to the counter. He adds it to his small pile of things and pays for it all before heading back out to the car. You follow him like a disgruntled puppy, sliding into your seat. 

“See that wasn’t so hard was it?” He teases, making you grumble a half hearted response. However, your fake anger doesn’t last long as you get lost looking out the window. The sun is setting over the horizon, painting the sky in purples and pinks and oranges. With a hand resting on your cheek you start to doze off. The moment you do, Steve smacks your leg with the back of his hand. You open your eyes, turning towards him slowly. “You gotta stay up, remember? Open up your energy drink.” With a groan you lean forward to grab the can, popping the tab open and taking a sip of it. You wince.

“It tastes like battery acid.” You remark to which Steve laughs. 

“No one ever said it was good. It’s just supposed to keep you up.” Looking down he points at his own can. “Open mine up for me?” You oblige him, pulling the tab until it snaps open and you hand it to him. 

“God, that is bad.” He laughs as he takes a sip himself before setting it back down in the cup holder. The two of you chuckle to each other, deciding against finishing the nasty drinks you had bought.

“So how am I supposed to keep you awake?”

“I don’t know. Entertain me.” He adds with another laugh. With that, you turn on the radio and flip through channel after channel before landing on an oldies but goldies type station. The first song that you hear is I Want To Know What Love Is by Foreigner. Without warning you launch into song, belting out the chorus loudly and badly. 

“I wanna know what love is! I want you to show me. I wanna feel what love is! I know you can show me!” Steve rolls his eyes as you continue singing, reaching out for him dramatically as you serenade him. 

“Oh please!” He yells over your obnoxious singing but you don’t stop, continuing with the next verse as you find yourself genuinely enjoying the song. Little do you know the effect that you’re having on your best friend. As much as he hates to admit it, he feels something stronger than friendship for you. Quite frankly, the man has been in love with you for years. Everything about you draws him in and makes him crave more. Those words have been stuck in his chest for what feels like forever and hearing you belt them out like nothing made his heart ache. He wishes he could sing a cheesy melody and sweep you off your feet the way you were doing for him right now but he wasn’t nearly so bold. In fact inviting you on this trip was probably the boldest he had ever been when it came to his feelings for you. 

He was surprised that you hadn’t caught onto his little act the moment he asked you. He half expected you to call him out on his bullshit but you had yet to say anything about the fact that he wanted so desperately to be alone with you. As glad as he was that you hadn’t, part of him wanted you to so that he could finally buck up the courage to say what he needed to say but he had no such luck.

It was a relief to him when the song finally ended and you finished belting, leaning back comfortably in your seat. “At least we finally found a good radio station.” You said, letting the channel continue to play. He couldn’t help but give you a sideways glance, taking in the sight of you in the glow of the setting sun. God, you were beautiful.

“Yeah, lucky us.” He says, clearing his throat as he avoids your gaze.

“If you want me to change the station, I will. I know this isn’t really the kind of music you listen to.” You say genuinely. 

“No, it’s okay. I like hearing what you enjoy.” He says with a smile. 

“I like learning about the things that you enjoy too. It’s fun seeing you discover new stuff and finding new tastes. Sometimes I wish I could go back to your time and do the same thing.” You admit. “Tell me about the 40′s. I wanna know everything about your world.” You ask him, leaning forward onto the arm rest. Steve glimpses over at you, watching your intent gaze as you wait expectantly. It causes him to chuckle as he begins to tell you. He shares with you all of the things that he remembers from his childhood on. The music he listened to and the films that he watched. The fashion of the time and the new inventions that came about. The books he read and what he did with his friends. You sat patiently and listened to every word, soaking up every piece of information that he cares to share with you. 

Seeing him light up as he talks about his passions makes your heart soar. Engaging with this side of him was dangerous for you. It was only making you fall for him harder. It had been years now that you’d had these feelings for him, growing stronger in side of you the longer you spent time with him. It was terrifying to you. He was the great Captain America. You barely considered yourself worthy enough to be his friend. Being anything more than that was totally out of the picture in your mind. However, that hadn’t stopped you from fantasizing. You imagined what it would be like to be with him. To be Steve Rogers’ girl. God, what a dream that would be. But that’s all it would ever be. Dreams and fantasies. You almost wanted to stop him from telling you anything more at the risk of you blurting out your feelings for him right then and there. But you wanted to take in every last detail of his life. You couldn’t help but yearn to know more. So you sat quietly, happily living in his world for just that short while. 

“Look.” He said, stopping his story. He drew your attention to the sign coming up on the side of the road. You could barely read it from this far away since the sun had set by now. You waited patiently until the headlights illuminated the sign ahead of you. It indicated that you were only a few short miles from the campsite. You both exchanged a happy glance, settling into your seats as you made the last trek of the journey. There was a gravel parking lot a short ways from where your individual campsite was set up. The two of you dug out your bags from Steve’s trunk and made the quick walk to the campsite. It was numbered with a small sign. Number 3. You were currently unable to see much of the view. You’d have to wait until the morning for that. However you could see that there was a stone firepit in the middle of the grove with plenty of room surrounding it for your tents. 

“I’ll get the tents set up if you want to start a fire.” Steve told you, setting down all your things near the pit. You gave him a nod and a smile, pulling a lighter out of your back pocket. There was already some newspaper stacked in the firepit. All you had to do was light it. It began as a small flame but quickly grew as you added more newspaper to it. Once you had enough light to see around the small grove you joined Steve in setting up the tents. It didn’t escape your attention that he had positioned them impossibly close so that you would only be a thin fabric wall away from each other. 

Once you were both done setting up the campsite you huddled close to the fire, sitting right next to one another. The warmth of his body beside yours heated you up more than the fire ever could. This was an impossibly dangerous environment for both of you. Two best friends choking on their love for each other in a dimly lit grove in the dead of night alone, feeling all too hot in your overbearing clothes as you sat mere inches apart. What could go wrong?

“I don’t know about you but it’s way too quiet.” You said with a chuckle, digging around in your backpack for the speaker that you had made sure to pack. As you connected it to your phone Steve crossed his arms over his chest, unable to keep himself from staring at you in the kind glow of the fire. Once you opened up your Spotify you searched for 40′s era songs that you thought Steve would like. Once you found a good playlist you put it on, watching his face light up. “I thought that you might enjoy that.” You chuckle.

“I do. It’s very thoughtful of you.” He said, admiration lining his voice. 

“Oh please. What are friends for?” You inquired. As the music softly streamed from the speaker Steve found himself getting lost in the familiar sounds. It was comforting to him. In that comfort he found himself feeling more at ease with his feelings, not scared of them but rather encouraged by them. The way you looked, eyes closed as you took in the music, made his head spin as he fell in love all over again.

“You know, I’m actually quite the dancer.” He began to form a plan.

“Bullshit. Captain America, a dancer?” 

“It’s true. I didn’t get a chance to do it much before the super serum. I had a hard time getting women to look at me when I looked like they could step on me. But I’m actually a good dancer. That was the thing to do back in the day. You wanted to go out with friends or a pretty girl? You went dancing. So anyone who was anyone at least knew how to dance. Just so happens I turned out to be pretty good at it.” 

“Show me.” You said incredulously. Everything was falling into place. 

“Well, I don’t know. I’d need a partner.” 

“Come on then.” You said, brushing yourself off and getting to your feet. When Steve didn’t move you extended a hand to him, giving him a playful look. “Steve Rogers, may I please have this dance?” 

Those were the words he had been waiting for. He stood as well, towering over you slightly as he took one of your hands into his own, his other finding your waist. You felt flushed all of a sudden and you knew it wasn’t because of the fire still roaring. It was the way his strong hands took a hold of you. As he began to move his foot, slowly spinning you both around to the song that was playing he leaned into your ear. “I thought you’d never ask.” He said in a whisper. Scoffing, you roll your eyes jokingly as you look up at him through your lashes.

“Is this a trick? Did you trick me into dancing with you?” 

“Maybe.” He admits, still spinning you as he held you in his arms. “I couldn’t help myself. I’ve wanted to dance with you like this for a long time. I’ve wanted to do a lot of things for a long time.” Oh god. You swallowed thickly. This was it. The moment you thought was never going to happen. He was going to say those three little words you had waited so desperately to hear. All the while he dances with you, touching your waist gently. “Y/N, there’s something I need to say.” 

“Yes, Steve?” You prompted him. 

“You--” Your eyes bore into him and he suddenly lost all of his courage, unable to find the words. “Are a really good dancer.” 

“What?” You couldn’t help but deflate at his statement. 

“You’re a really good dancer.” He repeated with a shy smile. Steve’s boldness must have transferred into you because suddenly that wasn’t a good enough answer. You’d wanted this so long and you weren’t going to let him or yourself chicken out of it. 

“I’m a good dancer? That’s all you have to say to me? Really?” You inquired. He seemed taken aback by your words, blinking rapidly. 

“Yeah? What else would I have to say?” He tried to throw you off the scent of where his sentence had been going originally.

“Steve, I’m so tired of pretending. I’m sick of not saying what we’re both dying to say. We are both dying to say it aren’t we? It can’t just be me, can it?” The question was genuine as you waited expectantly. 

“Y/N, I--” He cut himself off, stepping away from you. He suddenly felt like he was suffocating, drowning in his own affection and admiration. Those words lodged in his throat and he was choking. “I can’t. No matter how hard I try I just can’t make myself say it. Not because I don’t want to. God, I want to. I really want to. There’s just something that’s keeping me from it. Something stopping me.” 

“What is it? Maybe if you tell me we can figure it out together.” 

“I don’t know. If I knew, I would have already told you.” You both stopped to contemplate. You didn’t want to give up. Not when you were so close to what you wanted. There had to be an answer. 

“You’re scared of something. That’s the only explanation.” 

“It has to be.” He affirmed, sure that was the only answer. 

“So. What are you scared of?” 

“I don’t know, Y/N.” 

“Are you scared that I’ll say no? That I’ll reject you? Because I’m promising you right now that’s not going to happen.” 

“No, that’s not it.” 

“Are you afraid of people finding out? Are you embarrassed by it?” 

“No!” He replied adamantly. 

“Then what is it Steve?” Your words overwhelmed his mind as he tried to process his own feelings for you. Suddenly it hit him like a freight train. He knew exactly what he was afraid of. 

“I’m afraid that I’m not worthy of you.” He burst out. You were unable to keep yourself from laughing out loud. 

“You’re Captain fucking America, the golden child who can do no wrong and you’re afraid you’re not worthy of me?” You stressed the last word, emphasizing that you were having the same fear. 

“Yes. That’s exactly what I’m afraid of. You don’t get it Y/N. You deserve everything good in this world. What if that’s not me? I snore and I chew my nails sometimes and I make rash decisions and I’m stubborn and I’m impatient. I wouldn’t be around all the time because I always put my missions first. I’m not very good at communicating my feelings and I can’t promise that I’ll always be there when you need me. Don’t you see? It’s been over 70 years and I haven’t changed. I’m still that punk kid who lied to get into the army because he wanted to prove something.” You struggled to find the words to show him just how much you wanted him, flaws and all. 

“Congratulations. You’re a human being. You’re not perfect. Welcome to life. God, if you think I’m perfect I’m going to have to rudely awaken you. I know everyone builds you up to be this godlike entity but Steve, I’ve always seen you for what you really are. A good man doing his best to navigate a world he doesn’t feel like he fits into. And that’s okay. I’ve never felt like I fit in either. Not until I found you. With you, I live in this world where it doesn’t matter what I look like or what stupid decisions I make. I’m always worthy of love. That’s all I could ask for and you give that to me in bounds. Please, Steve. I care about you. I want you. Every part of you. Even the parts you deem to be imperfect. I know it’s hard but you don’t have to be scared anymore.” 

The two of you stand there, lost in a fog of your own feelings. It’s silent except for the music still permeating the grove and neither of you knows what to say now. Steve makes the first move, taking your hands in his own as he looks to the floor of the forest. 

“I and love and you. Who knew three little words would be so hard to say?” He adds with a laugh, making you chuckle as well. “Y/N?”

“Steve?” 

“I love you.” Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you let his words swallow you whole after so much waiting. 

“I love you too.” Is all you can say back but that’s all you need to say. 

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i am enjoying some mustache tony

[nabooberrie]

This is what I imagined happened to people with metal butt plugs in the xmen universe when Erik uses his powers

[lucentcosmos]

Late hopping on to this pose trend, but since I drew wagatha last year for the 2yrs since wandavision, they deserve another drawing for it being now 3 years 0.o

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Tits or ass? 🤔 (Pt. 2)

Featuring Bucky, Sam Wilson, the Maximoffs, Vision, Scott Lang, T'Challa, Spidey (aged-up), and Doctor Strange. Written from a bi woman's perspective. NSFW under the cut! ⚠️🔞

Bucky Barnes: 🍈🍈

Bucky’s almost straight down the middle, but he has a slight preference for breasts. He wants to see them, he wants to touch them, he wants them in his face. But your butt is cute too.

Sam Wilson: 🍑

Sam is an ass man. He’ll stare, he’ll pinch, he’ll grab, and if you’re down, he’ll give it a smack. Booty rubs all the time, baby. And hitting it from behind? Chef’s kiss. Yeah, he likes your tits. But that ass is where it’s at.

Pietro Maximoff: 🍑

Pietro is an ass man. He likes to touch your butt when you kiss, and gets a kick out of smacking it on his way past you. What’s to get mad about? He’s moving too fast for anyone to see. 

Wanda Maximoff: 🍑

Wanda is an ass girl, but for her it's more about how the booty informs the overall figure. A tight pair of jeans won’t go unappreciated, but she’d really like to see what a skirt does for your lower half.

Vision: 🍈🍈 + 🍑

Vision finds you beautiful in a holistic kind of way, so he genuinely has no preference. Your mammae are as much a part of you as your glutei maximi, why would anyone feel a need to pit those two things against each other? Beats him.

Scott Lang: 🍑

Scott is an ass man without much thought. Your butt is cute, no matter its shape or size, simply because it is your butt. Boobs are cool too though! It just might take you wearing a low-cut top (or no top at all) for him to remember just how cool they can really be.

King T’Challa: 🍑

For T’Challa, it’s more about the big picture. He likes your curves, whichever path they happen to follow. A sway of your hips will do him in, so in that sense, he’s more of an ass man.

Spider-Man (post-NWH): 🍈🍈 + 🍑

It’s hard for Peter to choose. It tends to depend on the girl, for him. When it comes to you, he finds himself staring more at your butt, but he really likes playing with your boobs.

Doctor Strange: 🍑

Stephen puts on an impassive front like he doesn’t have a preference, and he almost doesn’t. But bend low, and he’s forced to confront his slight inclination toward the female posterior. Boobs are nice, but he can manage to look away. Butts, however, are a test of willpower.

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