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Piece Of You @jbreenr

Don’t Wait @likeahorribledream

Jealous @imagineaworld

Jealous @pellucid-constellations

Call Me James @cloudybarnes

Mine @cherrypickertheory

Grumpy Sergeant @goaskbarnes

Jealous Interest @buckyswintersoldiermask

Jealousy, Jealousy @phantomspiderr

Your James Buchanan Barnes @bucky-bear-barnes

Interested. @imagine-docx

Boyfriend @onceuponastory

Protective @onceuponastory

A ‘Big’ Night @jobean12-blog

Loud And Clear @jobean12-blog

Gladly, Mrs. Barnes @itsbuckysworld

A Little Push @navybrat817

Lose Control @navybrat817

A Date @delaber

Study Date @navybrat817

Protector @buckybabesonly

Come Home @buckybabesonly

An Experiment In Jealousy @buckybabesonly

I Like Me Better When I’m With You @themorningsunshine

Need To Know @kikixreverie

Just The Way You Are @mellowsaturns

I’d Back Off If I Were You @thighs-of-betrayal-blog

Around My Neck @mcu1shots

The Other Guy @seventven

Pretending @alisonsfics

Tease @beckorz

I Don’t Get Jealous @this-ginger-has-no-soul

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FLUFF

Puppy Eyes by @coffee-with-bucky

look at me by @aquariusbarnes

The Pull of Gravity by @navybrat817 (shifter au)

The Rejects by @/navybrat817

A Little Less Restless by @majestyeverlasting

The Sleepover by @littleredwolf

An Ol’ Fashioned Notion of Wartime and Whisky by @rookthorne

Honeyed Words of a She by @/rookthorne (mob!reader)

A Stroke of Luck by @/rookthorne (lumberjack!bucky)

Serenity by @/rookthorne (Mafia!reader)

A Clover’s Intuition by @/rookthorne (lumberjack!bucky)

Ducks on Plaster by @lovelybarnes

the great shirt debate by @rocketrhap3000

Barbie by @buckyalpine

Imagine | 2 by @noctumbra (chubby!bucky)

Don’t Tell Bucky by @lives-in-midgard

closer by @eviesaurusrex

bucky getting used to modern crap by @bucky-bucket-barnes

Around My Neck by @mcu1shots

These Hands Are Meant To Hold by @vanderlustwords

Timeless by @antiquarianfics

You Have A Girlfriend? by @/antiquarianfics

Something to Smile About by @jobean12-blog

Found Waldo by @lovelybarnes

Unchained Melody by @delusionalvenusian

valentine by @softlyspector

The Way We Were by @avintagekiss24

Midnight Escapades by @kiritella

Stunt Double by @/kiritella

Sleep and Cuddles by @/kiritella

Flowers And Things by @espinosaurusrexex

Little Mermaid by @buckyarchives

cuppa coffee by @irndad

A touch of color by @starrysebastians

Smooth Criminal by @redgillan (officer!bucky)

ANGST

Verbal Fight by @espinosaurusrexex

Tommy’s Party by @bucknastysbabe (college au)

Rescue You by @writing-for-marvel

not my one by @stxrvel (steve x reader)

Imagine by @/buckyalpine

One Night by @/buckyalpine

ours by @trashywormeateroffics

give me a minute by @amayatheowl

Seasons Change & I Carry You With Me by @/vanderlustwords

The Truth Is; I’m A Liar by @imtryingmyfuckingbest

Better Than Us by @/antiquarianfics

The Rain Will Always Gonna Come if You’re Standing With Me by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

Love Me… by @/kiritella

You could never hurt me by @theeleggymeggy

SMUT

braid my hair, honey by @witchywithwhiskey

finally by @adrinktostopyourthirst (spy!reader)

cherry blossom by @noctumbra (librarian!bucky)

virgin mob bucky by @/buckyalpine

Take the edge off by @bitsandbobsandstuff

Hayloft by @wienerbarnes (40s au)

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Around My Neck (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Bucky notices your new necklace, he isn't sure he's a fan.

Genre(s): Fluff

Notes: Gender Neutral Reader, Jealous Bucky

Warnings: None

Word Count: 597

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It was just a normal night in with Bucky, you had your laptop on your lap as you sat on the couch, your back leaning against the armrest and your legs stretched out over the cushions, feet on Bucky’s lap. He was sitting on the other end of the couch, a book in his hands as he read. You enjoyed nights like this with him there were no expectations, you didn’t even have to talk but if you wanted to you knew he would listen. He was wearing just jeans and a t-shirt and you were in sweatpants and one of his t-shirts, but there was one addition.

It was a necklace that you had seen online a few weeks ago and it finally came in. You had wanted something similar for a while, but this was one that you really liked. It wasn’t fancy, it could go with anything. It was a thin, black, braided rope necklace, half a centimeter in diameter. And from it hung a simple silver pendant in the shape of the letter J.

You knew that Bucky always noticed the little things about you, every inch you cut off your hair, if you got a new top, if you were feeling down, he was rather perceptive. So you knew he would have seen it the minute he walked in the door if it hadn’t been hidden under your shirt. As you worked you causally looped a finger under the necklace and fiddled with it until it was sitting on top of the shirt.

Bucky noticed the movement out of the corner of his eye and glanced over at you. Immediately his eyes went to the silver pendant hanging from the necklace and his jaw tightened a bit. “Who’s J?” He asked, a slight sourness in his tone.

You had seen Bucky get like this a little bit, you knew it was something that he was trying to work on, but he got jealous sometimes. And apparently now was one of those times. Even though he had no reason to be, seeing as the J was for James. “What do you mean?” You asked, playing innocent as you looked over at him.

“J. On your necklace.” He said, marking the page in his book by slipping in a bookmark and then turning to face you properly, the book being set down on the coffee table.

“Yeah,” you agreed, picking up the pendant and twirling it between your fingers as you looked down at it. “What about it?”

Bucky sucked in a breath and looked around as if there was something that could help him explain. His arms crossed over his chest, his vibranium arm catching the light beautifully. “Unless J stands for Jesus I have someone’s ass to kick.” He said, annoyance and jealousy slipping into his tone.

You couldn’t help but laugh, which just earned a confused and almost hurt look from Bucky. You closed your laptop and set it on the coffee table as well, then shifted your position so that you were sitting right in front of him. “Did you ever stop to consider that J stood for James?” You asked playfully.

He paused and softened, his shoulders relaxing and his jaw untensing. His arms moved, one coming around your shoulders and the other awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. “Oh.” He said sheepishly. “In that case… nice necklace, plum.”

You rolled your eyes and smiled fondly, leaning into his embrace. Your work and his book were both sitting forgotten on the coffee table. “I love you too, James.”

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Truly, you simply cannot stay mad at that

Bye I just saw someone say that being in a new relationship with thor means finding him walking around the compound with your bonnet on calling it a thinking cap😭

Uggggh I can’t not write a little thing for this 😩 there’s no smut. And it’s Thor x reader x Bruce.

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“Thor!” You called after your giant god boyfriend who apparently had the sense of humor of a five years old despite him behind over fifteen hundred years old.

He was giggling. Giggling. With your bonnet on his head running away from you as if he can’t just use his axe to fly away. Little shit. You can’t believe you’d really been chasing after him through the compound for this.

“Brucie! Help me!” You whined at your other boyfriend who had been talking to Tony.

“Banner, tell her it’s my thinking cap!” Then he let out this bellowed laugh from the other side of the room.

“Baby, it’s his thinking cap,” he said with a shrug before coming over to kiss your cheek.

You narrowed your eyes. “That’s it. No pussy.”

“Wait, what?” His jaw dropped.

Thor rolled his eyes dramatically. “As if you can resist me.” He came over to you to scoop the both of you up in his large arms before placing kisses on your faces. “I shall get back in your good graces, but first I will use my thinking cap to come up with ideas.”

Ugh. How can you stay mad at that.

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Sand, Sun, and Sex (Bucky x Female!Reader)

This post contains mature content, 18+ only. Remember to reblog if you enjoy!

Bucky doesn't think he'll enjoy the beach, then he sees your bikini.

Genre(s): Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Semi-Public sex, mentions of beer, Bucky being a grumpy old man

Word Count: 2.4K

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You had insisted that a day at the beach together would be fun, you brought some of Bucky’s favourite beers, plenty of snacks to keep the both of you from going hungry, and some cash in case you wanted to get some ice cream from one of those stands on the boardwalk. However, Bucky was still being a grump.

“How much further?” He asked as you trudged through the sand together.

“Come on, Buck, you’re way stronger than me, you can handle carrying the umbrella,” you replied, moving away from the more crowded section of the beach. It was a nice day, so you weren’t surprised when it was busy.

“Alright, grump, here should be fine,” you said, placing down the bags and the cooler that you had brought as you watched Bucky set up the umbrella that you had rented for the day. You lay out your towels beneath it and set stones you found nearby on the corners to keep them from blowing away in any winds that would blow by.

“I feel like sand is going to be in my arm forever,” Bucky grumbled as he sat on his towel and looked around at the sand, almost glaring at it, daring it to come anywhere near his prosthetic. You simply rolled your eyes.

“And the sun is so hot, peach, I don’t want you to burn,” Bucky added on his lame reasoning for his complaints, but you never got sunburn. As he spoke he looked up at you as you rummaged through the cooler for something to drink, settling on a coke since it was still early in the day.

“Bucky, if you’re going to keep complaining, I’ll send you home and stay here myself,” you warned him as you unbuttoned your shorts and let them fall down your legs. As you stepped out of them, you pulled your t-shirt off over your head to reveal the bikini you had put on before you left. And there was silence from the grumpy old man.

“See? Not so hard to…” you turned and found his eyes had darkened, a look you had seen many times before, it was one that made your head spin and your knees weak without him even having to utter a word. You hadn’t even gone swimming and you were already wet.

Bucky had seen women in swimsuits before, but this was something else. This was his gal in a tight two-piece held together by ties on the sides and around your neck. God he wanted to pull those off with his teeth and fuck you on this towel, but he knew that he couldn’t.

“You look good, doll,” he said, his tongue darting out over his lower lips, adding a slight shine to them beneath the glow of the midday sun, it made you want to take it between your teeth and see how he reacted.

You turned around again as you felt your cheeks heat up, and not just because of the blazing sun. “You want a beer?”

“Sure, doll,” Bucky replied, watching your ass as you bent over to pick one up out of the cooler. You should have knelt down a bit to get it, but you knew what you were doing to Bucky. And Bucky knew that you knew, he loved your teasing sometimes.

“There you go, Sarge,” you hummed, plopping down on your towel next to him and handing him the beer.

God, that nickname. You knew that calling him ‘sergeant’ during sex set him off, so you really were just being a tease. You sipped your coke, letting the cool drink relax you. Then you made a little hole in the sand to nestle the bottle into so it wouldn’t fall over and grabbed a bottle of sunscreen from a bag, rolling onto your stomach.

“Can you get my back for me?” you asked, looking over at him and holding out the bottle.

He nodded and stripped off his shirt, getting a bit hot from wearing the dark colour in the day’s heat, and taking the bottle. Now just in his boxers he moved over you, his legs on either side of you as he rested a bit of his weight on your ass, making you giggle.

His fingers made quick work of the tie that kept the back of your bathing suit together, moving the strings out of his way. He muttered a quick warning about it being cold before he squeezed the bottle and let some of the sunscreen fall onto the skin of your back.

His mind couldn’t help wandering, imagining that it was something else on your smooth skin. With a smirk, he leaned forwards and ran his hands across your back to rub in the sunscreen, his hands also doing your sides, and his fingers skimmed across the sides of your breasts which made you suck in a breath and close your eyes. You enjoyed the feeling of his hands on you, his flesh hand warm from the sun and his metal hand cold from the cooling system built into it.

“Want to go for a swim after we finish our drinks?” You suggested as Bucky tied the strings of your bathing suit back together and you propped yourself up on your elbows. He only gave a nod in response.

You rolled back onto your back as he sat on his towel and took out his book to try to distract himself. You had also brought a book so the two of you sat in silence for a while, sipping your drinks and reading. But you couldn’t get through the paragraph, you would try and then your mind would wander back over to shirtless Bucky next to you. Bucky was having the exact same problem, only flipping pages occasionally to make it seem like he was reading when his thoughts were filled with all of the things he wanted to do to you. Your voice broke him out of his trance.

“Ready to go for a swim?” You asked him, setting your book down.

He chugged the remainder of his beer and stood. “Yup,” he said.

You cleaned up your stuff a bit before you both stood. Bucky picked you up bridal style and you squealed as he ran into the water, he didn’t even seem to flinch but the waves felt cold in comparison to the warmth of the sun as they splashed against your stomach.

“Bucky!” You squealed as he squirmed. His eyes weren’t even on where you were going, they were solely on your body, watching you as you squirmed. It made your cheeks feel hot, and not just your cheeks either.

He brought you deep into the water so that it was up to his shoulders, so you decided to wrap your legs around his waist and his arms around his neck as he tried to put you down. He smiled and pressed a kiss onto your lips which you happily returned, then you felt the pads of his flesh fingers running up your leg and fiddling with the strings that held your bikini bottoms on.

“Hey, watch the fingers, Buck,” you murmured, breaking the kiss but not moving away, your lips brushing against his with every word and it was driving him crazy.

“I know exactly what I’m doing with my fingers, do you have any idea how good you look in that swimsuit?” He replied, his voice soft and seeming to drop an octave which made your brain malfunction for a second.

“I don’t wanna get some kind of weird fish infection,” you mumbled weakly, though you were seconds away from letting Bucky do whatever the hell he wanted to you.

His hand was removed from where the string was and you almost let out a whine of disappointment. Instead his hands cupped your ass as he looked around. He spotted something behind you and a smirk came across his devilishly handsome face.

He started to walk through the water as normally as if he were walking on land, you twisted in his arms and saw he was leading you over to a formation of rocks. He passed by it and suddenly you were blocked from the sight of the beach. He picked you up and placed you on one of the rocks, the water was more shallow here, only reaching to about his knees now, but you couldn’t touch it, it was like he had set you on a table.

“Buck, we can’t keep an eye on our stuff from over…” your words were cut off with a gasp.

He had placed both hands on either side of you on the rock and leaned down, grabbing the string of your bottoms with his teeth and pulling until they fell off of you. He caught them before they could float away and shoved them into his pocket.

“Gonna have to keep quiet for me doll,” he murmured, his breath hot against your sensitive core, making you even more wet.

You merely whined and nodded, eyes wide as you watched him press kisses onto your thigh, trailing towards your aching pussy, already dripping wet from him and not from the ocean.

“Use your words, pretty girl, are you going to be quiet for me?” he murmured, lips brushing against your pussy but not enough to satisfy you.

“Yes, sir,” you nodded, knowing it would be nearly impossible with the skills Bucky possessed.

He smirked. “Good girl.”

He dove into you, his tongue running up your slit a few times to taste your wetness before plunging into your hole. The only thing you could do in response to his magnificent assault was let out pathetic little whines, knowing to keep your legs open for him.

Suddenly, his tongue was being removed and two of his fingers were pushing into you, his tongue moving instead to work over your clit. Your body reacted immediately, you set one hand behind you to steady yourself as you leaned back, with your other you tangled your fingers into his dark hair. Before your legs threatened to close you felt a cold metal hand on the inside of your thigh, making you sigh in almost relief.

His fingers curved inside of you, brushing against your sweet spot which made you moan out loudly. He sent you a glare and, much to your dismay, removed his lips from around your clit. “Quiet, baby, or you won’t get to cum,” he warned.

You nodded weakly and pulled on his hair to direct him back to your clit, he chuckled and returned dutifully, his fingers moving inside of you as he worshipped your clit. Soon your hips were bucking against his face and you were letting out little whines and moans of pleasepleasepleaseplease before you bit down on your lip and moaned as quietly as you could, cumming for him, squeezing his fingers and rocking your hips against his face.

He worked you through it before pulling back and admiring how you looked, your chest heaving as you came down from your high. There was only one problem. He reached up and undid your bathing suit top, pulling it off and tossing it somewhere onto the rock, be would get it later.

“You’re so pretty, doll,” he murmured, his hands raising to cup your breasts, playing with them as his lips captured yours in a hungry kiss. Then suddenly he pulled away and climbed up onto the rock with you, laying you down. You were glad the rock was smooth, it wasn’t the most comfortable, but for Bucky you didn’t mind at all.

“Ready to take my cock, baby?” He asked with a smirk, getting between your legs which you spread for him.

You nodded eagerly. “I need you, sergeant,” you said, batting your eyelashes up at you with innocence you couldn’t possibly possess.

He immediately leant down and kissed you, pushing into you with a thrust that made your body jolt, he was big, and thick, it normally took you a second to adjust to him but he wasn’t waiting, being called sergeant always made him go feral for you.

You moaned, arching your back off of the rocks beneath you as he thrust into you with a pace only a super soldier could achieve. You were still feeling sensitive from your previous orgasm, and you could already feel the coil in your stomach tightening.

His lips broke off from yours and trailed down your neck. He left open mouthed kisses on the skin, occasionally running his teeth over an area and then soothing it with his tongue. You knew the skin would be littered with hickies but you didn’t care. Your brain was too foggy to even think about anything other than how good he was fucking you.

“I-I’m gonna cum,” you announced in a breathless voice.

Bucky smirked and brought a hand to your breast to play with your nipple, pinching and rolling the bud between his fingers. You cried out and came all over his thick cock, but he didn’t let up the pace at all.

“That’s right princess, take it, you’re such a good girl,” he murmured against your neck. The harshness of his thrusts and his assault on your tits compared to the sweet words he whispered into your ear was giving you whiplash.

“You’re so pretty for me, ‘specially when you cum, so I need you to do it one more time. Be a good girl, can you do that?” He asked, squeezing your breast to punctuate his question.

You nodded, taking a moment to try to compose yourself enough to give a response. “Y-Yes, Sergeant,” you agreed, letting your head rest on the rock as his lips continued to travel over your hand.

His lips weren’t the only things travelling, the hand previously on your breast was travelling down your torso and he started to rub quick, tight circles around your clit, making you cry out. Neither of you cared anymore how loud you were.

“God you even sound so pretty for me, peach, you’re such a good girl for me,” Bucky praised, speeding up his thrusts as they became erratic.

You whined and bucked up your hips as your third orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, your legs shaking. Bucky buried himself deep inside of you and came as well, moaning against your neck.

You both rode out your highs, you were completely out of breath but Bucky hadn’t even broken a sweat, just staring at you with a grin as he took in your form, dripping with a mixture of water from the ocean and sweat. He kissed your forehead, and while you were too blissed out to speak, he wasn’t.

“We should come to the beach more often.”

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Wake-Up Call (Natasha Romanoff x Reader)

Natasha knocks on your door in the middle of the night needing your help.

Genre(s): Angst, Fluff

Notes: Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood, knives, sutures, and general injury

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There came a pounding at the door that shocked you awake. You furrowed your eyebrows and picked up your phone to check the time. 2:13AM. Brilliant. You pulled up your blankets and buried your face in them, perhaps if you ignored the sound for just a bit longer- but then it came again, the desperate knocking of someone at your door.

Now too curious, and a little bit scared, to go back to sleep you decided to investigate. You stood, rolled back your shoulders as you felt the stiffness in your body that you always did when first waking up and went to open the door.

What you saw was… awful. Your girlfriend, Natasha, stood in front of you, clutching onto her stomach with deep red blood spilling from between her fingertips, the hilt of a blade still sticking out between her hands. Now you understood why the knocking was so urgent.

“Nat…” you were shocked, understandably so. You knew that her work was dangerous and knew that she occasionally got hurt, but seeing it with your own two eyes was…

“I’ll be fine, just need some help getting stitched up.” Natasha insisted, walking inside. Her steps, usually confident strides, were now rushed stumbles. “Get a few rags, a first aid kit, and a sewing kit.” she told you.

For a second you didn’t move from the doorway, only turning your head to watch her as she moved. But as she collapsed onto your couch, you were suddenly spurred into action. You grabbed everything that she requested quickly, a few tea towels, a first aid kit, and a little sewing kit for emergencies. You wanted to say something to her, but you found that you had lost your voice, your eyes trained on her bloodstained shirt.

���Зайка, just focus on me, okay? My words.” Natasha said, shifting her position as you knelt on the floor in front of her with everything that she had asked for.

What happened next happened in a blur, she instructed you to take out the knife and instructed you, rather calmly for someone who had been stabbed, on how to clean everything up and stitch up the wound. She told you it wasn’t strictly necessary, but you stuck a bandage on it anyway. The entire time you hadn’t uttered a word, not finding yourself able to. It ended with her sitting on the couch, her back supported by a pillow, as you sat on the floor with your head on her lap.

You kept yourself turned away from her, your eyes closed as you tried to fight off tears at the thought of your love being injured, of what could have happened had you not woken up when she knocked.

Finally, you seemed to find the courage to speak, though you stayed facing away from her and you kept your eyes closed. “I know that this is your job and I can’t ask you not to do it anymore, but that… that was terrifying.” You informed her, and as your thoughts became vocalized, a few tears spilled onto your cheeks.

Natasha sighed, running her hand through your hair soothingly, looking down at you as you curled up against your legs. “I know, Зайка, I know…” she murmured soothingly. It was odd, that even when she was the one who had been stabbed, she was still comforting you.

“Promise you won’t get hurt like that again? Promise you won’t die?” You asked her, though with the strain of your voice from lack of sleep and the tears that you were failing to fight off, it sounded like you were begging.

Natasha sighed and paused for a second. “I don’t want to make you a promise that I can’t keep. But I promise to be careful,” she settled.

You sighed and opened your eyes, looking up and back at her. “I guess that’ll have to do,” you muttered.

She smiled a bit and shifted, sliding carefully off of the couch, making sure not to tear the stitches you had just given her, and sitting down next to you. She put her arm over your shoulders. “I also promise that I’ll love you forever.” She said, caressing your cheek.

You smiled a bit, and though your cheeks were wet with tears silently shed, you felt no more urging to fall as you were able to look into her eyes and see that she was serious, see that she was okay. “You better, because I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving you.”

She smiled and leaned a little closer, wiping away any stagnant tears that lay upon your cheek with her thumb. “Even when I do something reckless and get myself hurt?”

“Even then. Though I can’t promise I’ll like you too much, I’ll always love you.” You agreed.

She shrugged, leaning in further and pressing a soft kiss onto your lips, it was only brief but it didn’t need to be anything passionate or heated, just a simple reminder that she was here with you. When she broke apart she had a smile and asked, “Mind if I stay the night?”

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could you please make me a tony xplus size reader story and getting proposed to but telling him no because she's insecure about her body and him seeing it? it would mean alot im in a dark spot right now.

Of course! Here you go, I hope you enjoy and feel better soon!

Notes/Warnings: insecurity, self doubt, mentions of being a playboy, implications of body negativity, fluff, angst, Plus Sized!Reader

Word Count: 2,351

Nothing More Perfect (Tony Stark x Reader)

Of all the things you had heard about Tony Stark you had never imagined him to be quite the way that he was. He had always presented himself as the playboy billionaire, hosting large parties and being seen with many women. It was always all over the front page of every gossip magazine who Tony’s woman of the week was, it almost had become a game at one point of which celebrity or model would be the next one to fall to his charms. But everything changed a short time ago after the attack on New York.

Everyone had seen how Tony flew directly into the portal that led to… well, perhaps only the man himself knew the answer to that. Ever since then he had become… different. Parties hosted in his honour were still as rowdy as ever, but the inventor himself was barely there for a few minutes, enough time to enjoy a couple of the drinks being served, before he disappeared for the evening. Gossip columnists no doubt mourned for the stories that they used to have from him, for no longer did he have his classic ‘woman of the week’ but he was barely seen to be forming connections with anyone. That is, until someone sent in a picture of Tony with a woman.

That woman was you. It had been around two years ago now when the press found out about you, and all it had taken was someone’s untimely photo of him kissing you goodnight in the hallway of your apartment complex. Before that you had always been very careful not to tell anyone but your close friends about your relationship but, Tony being Tony, insisted that he had to kiss you one last time before your night together ended. And who were you to try to resist that?

The gossip columnists, no doubt bitter from the stories that they had been starved from for so long, had a field day writing about you and Tony, you found paparazzi at your work and it was hard to escape the articles. You remember Tony clearly telling you “everything they’re saying is just for the story” as he urged you to never pick up a magazine or read a single article, even going as far as to suggest blocking results from anything that would come up on your computer or phone.

And for a while you were successful in ignoring anything that the press said about you. You listened to Tony’s suggestion and turned a blind eye to any article about your boyfriend just in case it mentioned you in any way. You were struggling enough with self image without the words of journalists all fighting to get the most clicks on a story, Tony was helping you through everything and you didn’t want to jeopardize that in any way.

Things went well after that, you ignored anything that you saw about you and Tony’s relationship. And since the press already knew about you, you were free to have a normal relationship. Well, as normal as it could be when you’re dating a famous billionaire and superhero. Anytime you did something in public there was the risk of the press writing about it, but Tony’s nonchalance about the entire affair rubbed off on you and you allowed yourself to turn a blind eye.

Well, most of the time.

Sometimes, when Tony was away and you were left to your own devices for a while, it was hard not to go on social media and glance at the headlines that were advertised all over your feed, some of the articles seemed kinder than others, and some just seemed to be going for that dramatic effect. Those were the hardest ones to see, those were the ones that unraveled all of the work you had put into loving yourself. And you tried not to read them, you really did, but sometimes you weren’t all that successful.

Tonight was one of those nights, Tony had some Avengers meeting and would be away for a few days. He had invited you to come with him but you had declined, you always felt out of place in those meetings, surrounded by heroes more perfect than you could ever be. Captain America was genetically modified for perfection, Black Widow was trained from infancy to reach that level of perfection, and Tony had built himself into a perfect hero with his iron man suit. It was hard not to feel self conscious around all of that.

Though perhaps you should have gone with him, as you sat in the bedroom you and Tony shared at his Malibu estate. The window was open, allowing the warm night breeze to flow through. It was a beautiful evening, you should have been outside enjoying yourself, perhaps sitting on the beach and watching the stars, but instead you were sitting on the bed looking at your laptop, staring at one of the not-so-nice articles that had popped up on your screen. You hadn’t even clicked into it, but the title and thumbnail was enough to fill you with a wave of insecurity.

You had to force yourself to tear your eyes away from it and put the device on the edge of the bed. You swung your legs off of the side and stood, stretching out your arms and allowing a deep sigh to escape from your lungs. You should have taken his advice to block out those articles from appearing, but it was too late for that now. You rubbed a hand along your face, feeling more emotionally tired than anything else, and decided you needed some water and a bit of a walk around the house to clear your mind.

So that’s exactly what you did, after shaking out your legs which had started to fall asleep from how you had positioned yourself on the bed, you headed downstairs to get some lemon water from the kitchen. However you were confused when you heard the soft sound of music coming from the living room. Wondering if you had forgotten to turn something off, you changed your path and headed there instead.

And there was Tony, a piece of paper in his left hand and a small box in the other. He seemed to be reading over a speech of some kind which was unusual to you as you had never known him to actually prepare a speech in advance, usually able to come up with something magnificent on the spot, even with cameras and microphones pointed at him. His eyeline raised and caught on you as you stood at the edge of the room and he quickly shoved the paper into his pocket and got on one knee, opening the box.

“Y/N,” he paused to remember the words he had just been rereading for what felt like the hundredth time, and yet seeing you illuminated by the dim lighting of the moon and the stars that filtered in through the large windows, he forgot it all. “I had a whole speech prepared for this, of how I love you so much and all of that sappy stuff. But, it all boils down to the question of… will you marry me?”

You were stunned into silence as you watched him, the seconds seemed to tick by as he waited for your response, a grin still placed upon his face. But you weren’t in the best mindset right now, the image of that headline and thumbnail plastered in your mind. What were you supposed to say? You knew what he wanted you to say, he wouldn’t have asked the question if he wanted you to decline, but how could you say yes? How could you ever be good enough for the Tony Stark?

Your silence and stillness was broken as you took a step back, shaking your head. You couldn’t bring yourself to say the word ‘no’ but by the way the inventor’s face fell you knew he got the message. “I’m sorry, Tony…”

You turned on your heels and rushed back up the stairs, unable to look at him any longer. Unable to offer him an explanation as you weren’t sure you could even get the words out. Tears rolled down your face as your mind was flooded with thoughts you hadn’t dared to allow for a long time. But your insecurity was like a bucket of water, catching drips of self doubt. That bucket had slowly been filling up over the past two years but the last drop that had been placed by that stupid article was what caused it to overflow, your tears were only proof of that.

Tony had to admit that wasn’t the reaction he had been expecting from you, not in the slightest. He had been expecting tears, of course, but one of joy as you proclaimed that you loved him too and would be delighted to marry him. He shoved the box into his pocket and followed after you, he would accept your denial of his proposal but he couldn’t leave you to be upset on your own, what kind of man would that make him?

He followed you up to the bedroom that you both shared but you had locked yourself in the ensuite bathroom before he could stop you. “Y/N, hey, come on, love, talk to me,” he begged, knocking on the door. But he received no response from you. He sighed and ran a hand over his face, trying to think of if he had done something wrong. Then he saw it, the laptop still placed on the bottom of the bed, screen glowing in the darkness of the room. He paused, looking at the door and considering what he should do. But he figured that you wouldn’t be opening it any time soon and so he stepped away to see what you were looking at. Immediately he knew why you were so upset, seeing the headline and the image plastered across the width of your screen, a pop-up ad for one of those gossip companies that existed only in the depths of the internet. He knew about your struggles with confidence and self worth, and he was able to use his genius mind to put two and two together.

He closed the tab on the screen and then closed the laptop, not wanting you to see that again. He walked over to the bathroom door and knocked softly. “Y/N, my love, I know what the world says about you sometimes, how cruel they can be,” he began, resting his hand against the door, his face inches away from it and his eyes closed. “But as I close my eyes and I think of perfection, all I see is you, every part of you, no exceptions. My entire career I’ve tried to make something perfect but never would I be able to make anything that could compare to the perfection of you. We don’t have to get married, but please, please, come out here so I can hold you. I love you, Y/N, all of you. I wouldn’t change a thing.”

There was a pause, that agonizing silence as Tony tried to figure out if you believed him or if you could even hear him, there was a chance you were tuning him out and he truly was just talking to a door. But then he heard the click of the lock and stepped back as the door opened to reveal his beauty.

“How can you say that, Tony?” You asked, your voice shaking as you wiped tears from your face, your eyes were red from crying and you sniffled.

Tony lay his hand on your cheek, wiping away a stray tear with his thumb and smiling softly at you, it was the kind of smile that seemed to be reserved for you and only you. It wasn’t some cocky grin or a smartass smirk, it was just… Tony. “Because I mean it, my love. Because, whatever I do, I will never find or make anything as perfect as you.”

You shook your head and closed your eyes, finding yourself unable to look at him, unable to face him. A shaking sigh fell past your lips as you exhaled and tried to think of how to articulate your thoughts to him. “The rest of the world doesn’t seem to agree with you, Stark,” you pointed out in a quiet tone.

Tony chuckled and stepped towards you, pressing a tender kiss onto your forehead. “Maybe not, but I do pride myself on being the smartest man in the world. They don’t call me a genius for nothing, you know.”

And there he was, the Tony that you knew so well. The confidence that he had in himself, that he had in you. And a smile slowly came onto your lips and you nodded a bit at his words. “Then… yes.” You told him, opening your eyes to look up at him.

For a moment he looked confused, an eyebrow raised. “Yes?” He repeated, asking for clarification on what exactly you were agreeing to.

“I’ll marry you, Tony Stark,” you said, leaning into the warmth of his hand and reaching out with your own to hold his free one, giving it a gentle squeeze.

And his smile grew, one that was bright and warm and reserved only for the two of you at that moment. “See what I mean? Perfect. I love you, Y/N Stark.” He said, tilting up your face and pressing a soft, chaste kiss onto your lips.

“I love you too, Tony Y/L/N.” You countered as you looked up at him, your red eyes now filled with love and happiness instead of doubt and despair.

Tony chuckled at your response. “Touché.”

You simply nodded and pulled him closer. “Now, kiss me properly this time?” You asked sweetly, pulling him close to you.

A grin passed his face and he nodded, leaning towards you. Before your lips met in a kiss he spoke, keeping his tone soft and his warm breath fanned across your face, “As you wish, my perfect fiancée.”

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | When your attempt to dress up as Loki for one of Tony’s costume parties fails miserably, the trickster has his own idea of helping you fix the costume crisis…and things get heated.

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Your eyes narrow critically as you give yourself a once-over in the mirror mounted to the wall beside your bed, eyeing your costume with a mix of disappointment and raw panic as the sun is already dipping below the skyline in front of the window, indicating the party is soon to start while you still look like this, when a knock sounds on your door.

“Come in!”, you call out, turning just in time as the door to your bedroom swings open and Loki steps inside, already opening his mouth to say something – but the words die on his tongue, making room for a gaping expression as he takes you in, stunning blue eyes travelling over every scrap of leather, ever piece of dark green fabric and bit of gold wrapped around your body, until they settle on the horns adorning your head, eyes wide as if he were trying to contemplate what he’s seeing.

The fabric of your green cape swishes around your ankles as you stretch out your arms in Loki’s signature movement and announce, “Ta-da!”

“That’s…wow.”

The smile slips from your face as you wait for another reaction from your boyfriend, who’s still frozen in shock at the sight of you being dressed up as him.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” you say carefully, before you add, “Pun intended.”

“Is this your outfit for Stark’s costume party tonight?”, Loki inquires carefully, tilting his head as he continues to let his gaze roam over your form, his expression turning critical.

“I lost a bet with Nat,” you sigh. “Dressing up as you was her idea.”

“Well, it’s…” Loki trails off, obviously speechless for once.

“A dumb idea?”, you propose, but he’s quick to shake his head while he takes a few steps towards you. He’s clad in his Asgardian attire himself, his own cape whispering over the polished tiles of your bedroom floor with every step, his golden horns glinting in the light of your nightstand lamp.

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Your Star Spangled Plan (Steve Rogers x Female!Reader)

This Was Made As a Part of Halloweek!

Female!Reader picks out an appropriate costume to match her Star Spangled man.

Genre(s): Fluff

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 684

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“Are you sure it’s not weird that I’m wearing my uniform to the party?” Steve asked from the bathroom where he was changing. You had suggested, nay, insisted that he wear his Captain America suit to the Halloween party tonight.

“It’s not weird,” You replied, slipping on your own costume as he changed into his. He had to go in his suit so that the two of you matched, but he didn’t know that. “Tony wears his suit every year, Strange will probably just wear his cloak, if he shows up, and I doubt Natasha will even dress up,” you point out.

You looked into the floor length mirror that hung on one wall and fixed the blue hat you had pinned to your head. See, a couple months ago you had seen a recording of The Star Spangled Man With a Plan and decided that one of the chorus girls would be the perfect outfit to match with your boyfriend, so that was exactly what you had chosen.

You had a blue V-neck tank-top with lapels that followed the V and showed off your cleavage. On the lapels were a couple of silver stars. The skirt was high waisted and very short with red and white stripes to mimic the rest of the American flag. What finished up the outfit was the accessories beyond the dress; the white gloves that went up just beyond your elbows, the little blue hat, and the silver heels.

“Can I come out, love, or are you still changing?” Steve asked, having finished putting on his costume. Even though he had seen you naked or changing a million times before, he was ever the gentleman, never wanting to just walk in on you.

“I just finished,” you replied as you slipped on your heels.

The bathroom door opened and you quickly assumed position, with one knee slightly up, your weight in one hip and your hand on that hip, with your other hand up in a salute, your back arched slightly, and your face sporting a rockstar smile. Steve walked out in his suit and froze as he saw you.

“Wow… haven’t seen that costume in over seventy years,” he said as he looked over at you. He remembered taping the notes with his monologue to the inside of his shield, and yet those girls always had all their lines down instantly. “You look good though, you look great,” he quickly clarified.

“Well, I don’t think I would survive being a real chorus girl, but I’m glad you like it,” you said, walking over to him. You made your steps slower and more deliberate, swaying your hips a bit like a supermodel or (hopefully) a chorus girl.

“I think you could’ve made it,” Steve said, his arm snaking around your waist as he led you out of the bedroom. Steve hated being late to things, and while you had kind of been hoping he would decide to skip the party all together once he saw your getup, you figured that teasing him all night might be more fun anyway.

“Are you kidding?” You laughed and shook your head. “I can’t hold a tune to save my life, let alone do all that choreography,” you stated.

He shrugged. “Neither could some of those girls, but they had the legs for it so they mouthed the words and smiled on stage,” he told you casually. “And you…” his gaze went downwards, ocean blue eyes running down your leg to your silvery heel and then back up to the hem of your skirt. “You’ve got the legs for it.”

You laughed and nudged him, unsure if he was being serious or not. But, by the look on his face, you had a feeling that he was. “Did you ever do anything with any of those chorus girls with the great legs?” You teased, not jealous at all because it was decades ago.

Steve chuckled and shook his head, opening the car door for you and kissing your cheek as you passed him. “No, but I might’ve if they’d looked like you,”

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How To Halloween (Natasha x Reader)

This Was Made As a Part of Halloweek!

Gn!Reader shares their Halloween traditions with Natasha.

Genre(s): Pure Fluff

Warnings: Mentions of knifes, mentions of guts (pumpkin guts though)

Word Count: 2308 I got a bit carried away with this one

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Some of the things you loved doing with Natasha were the things she wasn’t the best at or the most knowledgeable in. There was no doubting the fact that Natasha was a very intelligent and impressive woman; well versed in politics, history, culture, the arts. But there was something that one couldn’t replace with readings: a childhood.

You could remember when Natasha confided in you about her past, and you remembered feeling ridiculous because even though you were crying, she wasn’t. And it was her story, her life. Though, you supposed that just meant she had more experience dealing with it.

Still, from that day forward, you had made a silent promise to yourself that you would teach her how to enjoy some of the more childish things. And there was no better time for that than Halloween. Of course, Halloween could be a mature Holiday, the Starks always threw a massive party, and there was drinking, and dancing, and everything you would expect from a party thrown by Tony Stark, but you wanted to show Natasha the things you had done as a kid on Halloween.

You had the whole day planned out. You had started with pumpkin spice lattes and pumpkin shaped pancakes for breakfast, you had even put chocolate chips in the shape of the eyes and mouth for a jack-o-lantern. Then you sat down to watch Halloween movies. When you told Natasha that she had originally thought you meant Horror movies, imagine her surprise when you put on Ghostbusters and Scooby-Doo instead of American Psycho.

You had finished your movie marathon and you had two pumpkins on the kitchen island. “Okay! So, do you know how to carve a pumpkin?” You asked her as you got out two kitchen knives.

“I think so,” Natasha replied, watching you with amusement written across her features.

“Oh,” you nodded a bit and set a knife on the counter in front of her.

“Why don’t you teach me anyway,” she suggested, having noticed that you deflated a little bit.

You perked up and nodded. “Okay! First you want to cut a hole in the top, not too big because you want to have plenty of space for your design, but you still want to be able to get your hand in comfortably,”

You cut a hole in the top of your pumpkin and then Natasha does the same, smiling at you all the while. “And now?” She asked as she set the knife down, already knowing the next step but wanting to hear your excitement as you explained it to her.

“Now comes the fun part! The guts,” You told her. You grabbed two pairs of latex gloves (you found a box of them in your laundry room and thought it best not to ask questions you may not like the answer to) and two large spoons. “You wanna scrape the insides with the spoons to loosen it all up, and then you want to pull it all out as best as you can. One bowl is for seeds,” you pointed at one of the two large mixing bowls in front of you, “the other is for the rest.”

She nodded as she took the top off of the pumpkin. She then slipped on the gloves and picked up the spoon, beginning your task. You grabbed your phone and connected it to your bluetooth speaker as she worked, playing your Halloween playlist before setting it aside and joining her in pulling out the guts.

“Why are we separating the seeds again, love?” Natasha asked as she dumped a handful of the seeds into the appropriate bowl in front of you.

“You stick some melted butter in that bowl, some salt, and I like to add a bit of sugar too, then you put it on a baking sheet in the oven for like, half an hour to an hour, and then we can snack on them,” you explained as you did the same as her, depositing a good amount of seeds into the bowl and smiling over at her.

She got a bit of a mischievous look on her face as she turned to you. “Baby, you’ve got a little something right…” she had her hand in a fist except for one finger as she raised it to your face, then she smirked devilishly and opened her hand to reveal a glob of pumpkin guts which she then smeared across your cheek, “there,” she completed her sentence.

Your mouth dropped open as you felt the cold, orange goop on your skin, offended and yet amused. “Romanoff!” You huffed, wiping it off with your gloved hand which just left a smear of orange on your cheek from your own pumpkin.

She laughed at your predicament, the one that she had put you in, and grabbed a paper towel, wiping off any pumpkin residue and then pressing a kiss onto your newly cleaned cheek. “Nat to the rescue,”

“Nat caused the problem,” you muttered as you turned back to your problem, your lips in a pout as you gave her a playful glare. You finished scooping out your pumpkin and she just watched, already finished but not wanting to move on to the next step without you.

“What’s next, my dear?” She asked like you were all buddy-buddy and she hadn’t just betrayed you with her pumpkin smearing ways. You looked over and the sweet smile on her face was too damn beautiful to be mad at.

Grumbling, you moved away from your pumpkin and slipped off your gloves, tossing them into the garbage can and watching as Natasha threw her pair in perfectly without even moving. You then opened a drawer and pulled out two sharpies. “Now we have to plan what we want to carve out, draw it before you cut it out,” you instructed her. “Since it’s your first time, you might want to go with something simple,” you added as a warning. She shrugged as she took the marker. “Probably a smart idea, but that wouldn’t be very impressive, now would it?” She winked at you.

As if she needed to be any more impressive than she already was.

“Well, it’s not a competition, but have at it,” you said as you approached your own pumpkin. Taking in the size and shape, you thought of what you might want to do, tapping the end of your sharpie against your chin. Meanwhile, Natasha had moved her pumpkin to the other side of the counter and had already started drawing, but was keeping it a surprise from you.

“You know, it’s not good to have secrets in a relationship,” you mused thoughtfully as you brought the tip of your sharpie to the skin of the pumpkin. You had selected the best side and now it was time for your design.

“I just want to surprise you,” Natasha replied with a chuckle, capping her marker and picking up her knife once again, seemingly ready to continue with her design.

“Well then I will be surprising you too!” You stated, also setting down your marker and picking up the knife. You were very careful with your design, not wanting to ruin it. And a silence fell between the two of you as you both worked, the only thing that permeated the air was the sound of Michael Jackon’s Thriller as it played through your speaker.

“Done!” You and Natasha declared at the same time, causing you both to smile.

“Turn around the pumpkins on a count of three?” You asked as you set your knife down and lay your hands on the cold surface of your carved pumpkin.

Natasha nodded. “Sure, 1…”

“2…” you continued, the anticipating building

“3!” You both said it in unison and spun your pumpkins around.

Her design was not the simple kind you had suggested to her. It was a beautiful spider's web, the spaces in between the webbing had been cut out and you could only imagine how cool it would look when you added the candle. Yours wasn’t a classic design either, it was a crescent moon on the bottom right corner with one large star and one smaller one on the face of it as well.

“Yours looks great, my dear,” Natasha told you, walking over and pressing a kiss onto your temple. “What’s next?” She asked.

You smiled, admiring her pumpkin for a second longer before looking over at her. “We stick the seeds in the oven and put on our costumes,” you informed her, excited to show her what you had picked.

So that’s what you did. Since you had two pumpkins you had needed a second baking sheet for all of the seeds, but soon enough they were in the oven. Natasha promised that any seeds that the two of you couldn’t eat she would bring to the Avengers who would devour them in seconds.

“You get changed in our room, I’ll get changed in the guest room,” you told her, wiping off your hands of any residual pumpkin goop.

She raised an eyebrow. “I’ve seen you naked before, I think we can change in the same room,” Natasha pointed out, doing the same and walking up to you.

But you skirted out of her grasp and shook your head. “Nope! I want to surprise you!” You insisted, walking backwards as you headed towards the guest room, careful not to run into any walls.

Natasha shook her head, her arms crossed over her chest. “What happened to not keeping secrets in a relationship?” She teased, referencing your earlier statement.

You just stuck your tongue out at her and turned, jogging to the guest bedroom. You already stashed your costume in the closet in a plastic bag so you pulled it down and lay everything out on the bed. Since you weren’t actually going out in the costume, it didn’t need to have shoes or be warm at all, which was good because your costume had neither of those things.

It was tight black shorts and a matching black t-shirt with a low V-neckline. You had originally been a bit unsure, but you thought it was fitting as a sort-of mimic to Natasha’s Black Widow costume. Around your hips was a belt with a holster for a fake gun on one side and two sets of fake knives on the other. You thought you looked pretty badass as well as smoking hot, you were sure Natasha was going to love it.

But as you walked into the kitchen to check on how the seeds were doing in the oven, you realized you were way outmatched when it came to a sexy costume. Jessica. Rabbit. Your beautiful girlfriend was wearing the signature red sequined dress and long purple gloves, her crimson hair styled to match the character’s as best as she could, her eyelids adorned with purple and her lips painted red.

She had been looking down at her phone but looked up when she heard you walk in, setting the device on the counter. “Love, you look so cute,” she told you, walking over and wrapping her arms around your waist.

“Cute?” You replied with a frown, placing your hands on her shoulders and stepping back so she was forced away from you a bit, allowing you to look at her properly. “I was going for dangerously sexy, not cute,” you informed her, dragging back your arms to cross them over your chest.

“Dangerous? You?” Natasha asked with a smirk, she loved the fire you had in you, and she loved when you let it show.

“Yes! And sexy,” you repeated that part too, that was really the most important part.

“Well, you’re always sexy,” she informed you, stepping towards you again and placing one of her hands on your hips and one of her hands on your face, gently cupping your cheek as she tugged you close and kissed you. Once you broke away she smiled. “You’re just also adorable.”

You huffed and got out of her grasp, crossing your arms once again and narrowing your eyes as you glared at her. “Natasha!” You said, almost in a scolding tone.

She held her hands up in surrender. “I can’t help it, baby, I’m sorry,” she said, lying straight to your face.

“No you’re not.” You replied.

She shrugged. “No, I’m not.” She agreed with a smile.

You rolled your eyes but you couldn’t help that her smile was contagious and made you want to smile as well. “Ugh, I hate you, you’re the worst,” you stated.

She leaned over and pressed a kiss onto the corner of your lips. “Come on, why don’t you show me some more of those scooby-doo movies?” She suggested.

“We can’t, we have to be on alert for trick-or-treaters,” you pointed out.

She shrugged. “Not an issue. I put out a bowl with a note that says ‘please take one’,” she told you.

You only groaned. “Kids never take just one,” you informed her, shaking your head.

Her grin only got wider as she pulled out an unopened bag of assorted fun-size chocolates. “I know. All the kids will think other kids got to it first,” she told you.

Your eyes lit up and you immediately grabbed the bag from her, ripping it open and pulling out your favourite one. “I love you,” you said. “I thought I was the worst?” She teased as she led you over to the couch so you could watch more movies together.

You nodded. “Oh you are,” you told her, plopping down onto the couch and leaning into her as she sat next to you. “But I love you anyway.”

She laughed softly and shook her head, adjusting her dress as she put on a movie. She kissed your temple. “Happy Halloween, my love.”

You smiled. “Happy Halloween.”

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Unfair Advantage (Peter Parker x Reader)

This Was Made As a Part of Halloweek

Gn!Reader decides to dress as their favourite hero.

Genre(s): Fluff, suggestive

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 1086

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It had been a real hassle getting your costume this year. You know how people always warned against going to buy your costume on the same week as Halloween because the stores were always so busy and all of the good costumes were signed out. That was nothing compared to how you got your costume.

You had ‘borrowed’ it from your boyfriend, which was a lot harder than it sounded to be. Your boyfriend Peter had his Spidey-sense which meant it was hard to sneak things by him. He was also a light sleeper so he would notice if you moved around while he was sleeping. You had almost been caught a few times and had to abort your mission before he realized what you were doing and ruined the surprise but this morning, Halloween morning, you had managed to snag your prize as you were leaving his apartment.

And so here you were, pulling the stretchy, spandex material of Peter’s Spider-Man suit over you. You had decided not to wear the mask so people didn’t mistake you for the real Spider-Man, even though you and Peter were set to go to a Stark party.

You heard a knock on the door of your apartment and turned, making sure that the suit was on properly before grabbing your phone. You realized you didn’t have anywhere to put it, so you just held it. Hopefully Peter’s costume would have pocket space you could -steal- borrow.

Then you walked over to the front door and pulled it open to see your boyfriend standing there. He was wearing a red flannel, jeans, and normal sneakers (meaning he definitely had pockets you could put your phone in), but that wasn’t the interesting part of his costume. He had stuck on light blue gloves and covered his face in a matching light blue colour. His hair had that spray-on hair colour in a darker blue and perched atop his ears were little extensions (in blue) that looked like elf ears. He was dressed as the character Ian Lightfoot from a movie you liked called Onward, you had watched it together a few months ago and insisted that Ian sounded just like Peter.

“You look great, Pete!” You informed him with a smile, but received nothing in response. He was just staring at you and your costume. “Pete?” You repeated, trying to get his attention.

His head snapped up from where he had been looking at your costume to meet your eyes. “Oh, yeah, hey. Uh… is that my suit?” He asked, feeling like he already knew the answer.

You nodded and ran the hand that wasn’t holding your phone over the material of it. “Yup! It’s surprisingly comfortable,” you told him, though you figured he knew that.

His eyebrows furrowed slightly and his eyes narrowed just a bit, his lips jutting out a little more like he was preparing to pout (which would have been adorable).

“Something wrong?” You asked, letting your hand drop to your side, your own eyebrows matching the furrow of his.

“I just… I dunno if Mr. Stark would be okay with you wearing my multi-million-dollar suit to, well, to a Halloween party,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck with his gloved hand.

You gave him a weird look and shook your head with a smile. “Pete, Tony always wears his suit on Halloween, I think it’ll be fine,” you remind him.

Peter sighed and nodded, still looking awkward with his feet turned in on each other and his hand rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, but that’s his suit, this is my suit but you’re wearing it.” He gave you the rundown.

“Pete, it’s your old suit,” you reminded him with a shake of your head.

He let out another small sigh, dramatic as ever even if he didn’t mean to be. “Yeah, I guess…” he agreed.

You crossed your arms over your chest. “Peter, what’s really bothering you?” You asked, having a feeling that there was more to this.

He shifted, his weight going from one foot to the other and then back again. “It’s just not fair,” he muttered and his bottom lip finally popped out into a proper pout.

And you wanted to be serious, but dammit did he look cute. You leaned forward and pecked a kiss onto his lower lip. “What’s not fair, Pete?” You ask.

He seems to straighten up a bit as your lips briefly touch his, but he’s still pouting. “It’s not fair that you look so good in my suit,” he replied, leaning on his shoulder that was pressed against the doorframe.

And you weren’t sure what you were expecting him to say but that wasn’t it. You let out a small laugh. “What?”

He huffs a bit, looking embarrassed, his gaze shifting sideways as he straightens up a bit so try to seem more serious. “I mean, babe, it’s my suit, so why do you look better in it?” He questioned, trying to make you see his point of view.

“Well, I do understand your predicament, Parker,” you said with a thoughtful nod, your hand coming up to rub your chin like a character in an old movie thinking. “I could take it off, but we have that party, and I’m barely wearing anything under here, I didn’t want to have too many lines in the fabric, you know,” you said, such an offhand comment but it affected Peter just how you thought it would.

He straightened up and his eyes widened slightly. Ideas of what you could be wearing under his suit running through his mind and then he got the amazing idea what if you’re wearing nothing beneath the suit. “You know, we could just skip the party,” he said, trying to be casual but the slight lift in his tone almost made it sound like a plea.

You shook your head. “No can do, Parker, you promised to take Morgan trick-or-treating for the first hour of the party,” you reminded him, stepping out of your apartment.

He groaned and let his head fall back in frustration. Curse his natural kindness and his inability to say no to Morgan Stark. “But afterwards?” He asked hopefully, stepping out of the way as you closed the door.

You smiled fondly and leaned over, pecking his cheek. You then had to wipe some blue face paint off of your lips but once you had you finally answered his question. “Afterwards I’m all yours, Spider-Man.”

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Coming Out (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Non-Binary!Reader comes out to their boyfriend Steve Rogers.

Notes/Warnings: fluff, absolute fluff and sweetness, gender neutral reader, nonbinary reader

Word Count: 836

Your fingers tapped against your leg as you leaned into the muscular arms that circled your shoulders, basking in the warmth and comfort of Steve. It was Tuesday, meaning date night for the two of you, and you were currently cuddled up on the couch in your apartment watching a movie. You had established the idea of a date night early on in your relationship, knowing Steve could get rather busy with all of his superhero-ing as well as his training of the other Avengers. You couldn’t blame him, of course, but you still wanted to ensure you would get your time with him. There were a couple date nights here and there that he was forced to miss because of time sensitive missions, but it was still better than nothing.

But even though this was your one night that was supposed to be fully about you and Steve, your mind was elsewhere. And Steve noticed. You were barely watching the movie now, your gaze having strayed slightly to the left of the screen as you leaned into your boyfriend’s touch. You felt him squeeze your shoulders a bit, his signal to see if you were okay, but you were too lost in your own thoughts to respond.

You snapped out of it, however, when Steve broke the comfortable position you had found yourself in, leaning forwards and shifting both of you as he grabbed the remote off of the coffee table. As his finger pressed on a button the image on the screen froze and the room was filled with a deafening silence. Steve took the time to set the remote back down and shift a bit to allow you to get comfortable before his voice cut through the silence.

“Something bothering you tonight, Y/N?” He asked, a large hand coming to rub your back, a motion that you always found really comforting, which he knew.

You sighed, raising your head to look up at him as you shifted in your positioning to be able to look up at him, his soft blue eyes filled with concern which only made you feel bad for not saying something earlier. “Just, something on my mind, something I’ve been wanting to tell you.” You admitted with a small, shy smile on your face.

His head tilted to the side slightly, a silent invitation for you to continue and a way to show you that he was listening, which had to be one of the cutest things that he could have done, by the way.

“Um, Steve, I’m nonbinary,” you finally came out with it, trying to sound confident though you were anything but.

There was a silence as your words seemed to register in his head and his eyebrows furrowed just slightly. “Okay, well, I’ll love you no matter what, Y/N, but-” oh god here it comes, you knew you shouldn’t have told him. “I don’t actually know what that means,” he admitted with an awkward smile, the motion of him rubbing your back.

“It’s okay, I understand that you- wait, what?” It took a second for his words to register, you had been expecting Steve to say that he wouldn’t be interested in dating someone nonbinary, and he still might, but it wasn’t what he said.

Steve gave kind of an awkward laugh, it was almost nervous and apologetic as he used his free hand to scratch the back of his neck. “It’s just not a term that I know, could you explain it to me? And tell me how I can support you?” He asked hopefully.

You couldn’t help but smile a bit, sometimes you forgot how old Steve was and that he wasn’t up to date on the new world so you nodded. “Basically, I don’t feel like I’m a man or a woman, so I’m nonbinary, kind of both but at the same time kind of neither… my pronouns are they and them.” You explained, picking at your fingernails and looking down as you waited for him to reply.

Steve nodded as he let your words sink in. “Oh. Alright.” He said, leaning in and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. He was so… nonchalant about it. You were relieved, honestly, you didn’t want him to make a big deal out of it when it wasn’t, it was just… who you were. And you were glad that he accepted you as that.

There was silence for a moment as you both tried to figure out where the conversation was going next before you piped up. “I guess I’m not really your boyfriend or girlfriend then, we should find something else that you can call me by,” you commented as you leaned into him.

He simply smiled and shifted your position again so that he could reach into his pants pocket. With his hand in his pocket he got off of the couch and onto one knee in front of you and pulled out a ring box. “How about... fiancé?”

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Dance The Night Away (Stucky x Reader)

This Was Made As a Part of Halloweek!

Female!Reader spends her Halloween dancing with 40s!Bucky and Pre-Serum!Steve

Genre(s): Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1158

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“Come on, Stevie, you’re feeling better, we should have a nice night,” Bucky told Steve, laying the costume that he had pulled together for him onto the bed.

“Buck, I’m gonna look ridiculous,” Steve pointed out as he looked at the clothes the other man had laid out on the bed.

“Well if you don’t put on a costume then Y/N and I will be the only ones dressed up,” Bucky replied as he looked at the mirror that hung on the wall and straightened out his tie.

Steve scoffed. “Your military clothes hardly count,” he replied, pulling on the clothes that Bucky had gotten him despite all of the protesting.

“You sayin’ you want me ta wear somethin’ else?” Bucky looked at the man in the mirror, watching him change with a smirk.

“I’m saying I look ridiculous and you don’t,” Steve replied, looking over to the door when he heard a knock.

“Hello?” Came your voice from the other side.

“It’s open, doll!” Bucky called as he grabbed his hat and set it on his head, looking over as you opened up the door and walked in.

You were wearing a black dress, simple enough, and you had a pointy black hat perched atop your head. “You boys ready to get going?” You asked, knowing the dance hall down the street was going to be serving half priced drinks and a raffle to buy war bonds.

“Can’t you tell, doll?” Bucky asked as he strolled over to you, his arm going over your shoulders as he ducked under your hat to press a kiss onto your cheek.

“Buck’s a soldier and I’m a…” Steve glanced at himself in the mirror and fixed his hat. “Bucky, what am I supposed to be dressed as?” He asked.

Bucky scoffed. “You’re a cowboy Steve, like in that film we saw in the cinema a few weeks back,” he replied, when seeing the unimpressed look on Steve’s face he just chuckled. “What were you expectin’ ta be, punk, a superhero?”

Steve just shook his head and walked over to you. “Come on, let's get going. I think a half-priced drink is exactly what I need to accept this costume.” Bucky rolled his eyes, a fond smile on his face. “Come on, punk,” he grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the apartment, letting go quickly though. To the rest of the world, you were Bucky’s girlfriend and Steve was just tagging along, but the three of you knew it was more complicated than that. That you were both of theirs and that they were also each other’s.

The walk to the dance hall was short and as you got closer you could already hear the music pouring out of the door that was propped open and excitement filled you. Bucky noticed and squeezed your shoulders. “Let me just get one drink in me and then we can dance the night away,” he said.

She smiled. “Well, I have to save a couple dances for Stevie,” you said as you walked inside, heading over to the bar like he had requested.

Steve shook his head. “I don’t want to step on your toes, literally. I’ll just stay by the bar and admire how pretty you look tonight,” he said with a bit of a shy smile. He had recently been getting more confident with his flirtatious remarks, you and Bucky were proud of him for that.

With that the three of you headed to the bar and ordered drinks, paying on the spot since you didn’t want to start a tab that you ended up not being able to afford. Bucky tried to pay for yours as well but you stopped him, saying you could take care of yourself and setting down the money for it.

You were only halfway through your drinks when you heard your favourite song come on. You gasped and set your drink down, knowing Steve could keep an eye on it for you. “Come on, Buck, we have to dance,” you grabbed his left hand since his right was holding his glass and tugged him onto the dance floor, barely leaving him enough time to set his drink on the bar.

“Woah, easy doll, you’ll rip my arm off.” he joked as he followed you, playfully rubbing his shoulder as you rolled your eyes. Then his hand went to your waist, and yours went to his shoulder, your free hands intertwining.

And one song turned into two. And then three. And then four. And after that you lost count. You laughed and danced to the songs, occasionally going back to the bar to sip on your drinks and get shy compliments from Steve who also seemed to be having a good time, only for one of you to be interested in the song again and pull you back to the dance floor.

You were there until your feet started to hurt, at which point Bucky insisted that he carry you home, of course having to do it bridal style. So you just looped your arms around his neck and leaned into his chest.

Steve walked along next to you, a smile on his face. You had been worried he’d get bored, but he seemed to have enjoyed his night just fine. Then a cough slipped past his lips as Bucky set you down in the boys’ shared apartment and instantly both of your gazes were on Steve.

“Stevie, you alright?” Bucky asked, walking over and placing a hand on his shoulder, a worried look crossing his face.

Steve just nodded. “Yeah. Guy next to me was smoking a cigar, my chest just feels a bit tight,” he explained, heading to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

“Do you have your inhaler?” You asked, walking away from Bucky to go search for it, but Steve shook his head.

“Ran out last week, haven’t gotten it filled. It’s not too bad though, I’ll be fine,” Steve said. Bucky just walked over to him and picked him up, a grin on his face. “Nice try, Rogers. You’re goin’ ta bed,” he brought him over to the bed in the apartment and carefully lay him down, he was about to protest until you laid next to him.

“Did you have a good night, Stevie?” You asked with a smile.

He nodded and put his arm around your shoulders, to which you tossed off your hat and cuddled into him. “I did. Happy Halloween, love,” Steve replied, matching your smile with one of your own.

“I’m glad. Happy Halloween, boys,” you said, yawning and cuddling further into Steve who pulled you close.

Bucky chuckled, there was no space left for him. But he would sleep on the floor and hold Steve’s hand, so he walked over, pulling over a pillow and a blanket and lay down, just looking up at you too happily. “Happy Halloween, doll. Punk.”

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Sticking With The Classics (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

A Part of Halloweek! Female!Reader shows Bucky her Halloween costume.

Genre(s): Fluff, suggestive

Warnings: No smut in this one, but it is implied

Word Count: 612

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“Just let me show you my costume!” You had insisted, over and over again. Sometimes the phrasing was slightly different, but you knew exactly how to wear Bucky down so he would agree. And he finally had. So you instructed him to sit on your bed while you went to change.

It was a costume that you had bought specifically for him, so he was always going to have to see you in it, you had just given him the illusion of choice. You would have made him see it at some point, you were just glad he had done so willingly.

“I don’t understand all of this modern Halloween stuff sometimes, doll,” Bucky said from the bedroom. Even though you were in the connected bathroom you could hear his old-man-complaints since you had left a crack in the door as you changed.

“I mean,” he continued, “it’s a fun holiday, sure, but it’s for kids. Back in my day kids would go out and get their homemade treats, and toys, and fruit and stuff, and you would have to make your costumes yourself, but now it’s just a corporate-”

His words trailed off as you opened the door to the bathroom, leaning on the doorframe to show him your outfit in all of its glory. You were dressed like a nurse circa World War 2 with just a few alterations. The top was much tighter, and the neckline lower. The skirt was shorter as well, and Bucky’s eyes immediately went to your legs.

“I’m a nurse!” You announced cheerfully, as if that wasn’t already obvious.

“I saw a lotta nurses during the war and none ever looked like you, sweetheart,” Bucky muttered, his eyes slowly raking up your body, appreciating just how good you looked in your costume.

You placed your hands on your hips and sauntered purposefully over to him, your heels clicking on the hardwood floor, bringing Bucky’s awareness to them again before he looked up at your face. “Don’t you like it?” You asked, having a feeling you knew the answer based on the way his eyes darkened.

But, to his credit, he knew that you had the party that the two of you were supposed to be going to soon and he knew you were excited for it. “You look great, but don’t you think you’ll get cold?”

You shrugged as you stopped in front of the bed, your skirt riding up slightly as you climbed on and straddled him. “I bet you could keep me warm.” You told him in your best sultry voice.

His breath caught in his throat and his arms snaked around your waist. Despite trying his best to behave, and you had to give credit where credit was due, he pulled you close to his chest. “Doll, we’ve got that party-”

You cut him off by pressing a kiss onto the corner of his lips. “Made it up. Wanted an excuse to get a costume for you.” You informed him once you pulled back, still looking up into his blue eyes which were darkening with want, no, darkening with need with every word.

He grinned and shook his head, shifting to be on the center of the bed. He lay down and pulled you with him, making you let out a small laugh. “My, my, princess, whatever am I gonna do with you?” He asked, his voice dropping an octave which he knew you loved.

You rolled over so he was on top of you and you lay beneath him, giving your best innocent look, but the mischievous sparkle in your eyes gave away your ploy. “I may have a few ideas.”

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Admitting The Truth (Peter Parker x Reader)

College!Peter Parker realizes that he wants to tell his significant other the truth before he tells you something serious.

Notes/Warnings: Peter being a dork, fluff, gender-neutral reader

Word Count: 1,041

Everything was going great. You had met Peter at the Freshman Social for MIT a few months back and he had asked you on a date a few days later. Your first date was memorable, if not exactly how you had expected it.

You had met Peter at the cafe he had suggested, it was one of those cute little places from a hipster movie, original brick walls covered in a flowering ivy, though no flowers grew upon them in the cool breeze of fall. The inside had worn down hardwood floors and had small tables dotted around the room. There was a counter and a barista had given you the most delicious drink. And that’s when Peter came.

He had been a few minutes late, which wasn’t a big deal as you knew he had recently moved to the area for school, so you cut him some slack. You waved him over to your table and he got this stupidly adorable smile across his face, the single curl in his hair falling over his forehead and he had quickly pushed it back into place, he seemed nervous. You couldn’t blame him, you had been nervous too.

He got his coffee from the counter and then walked over to you. Well, he tried to. But he seemed so laser focused on reaching you that he completely missed the edge of a table in front of him. Not only had he run into it, but he had knocked it over, tripping and turning to try not to run into anything else. He fell back, spilling coffee all over himself and falling right onto your lap.

You thought about that afternoon as you sat on your bed, legs crossed, a mug of coffee clasped between your hands, the warmth of it spreading up your arms and filling your body, a fuzzy blanket lain over your lap. It was beginning to wane from the fall into the winter and it was chilly in your dorm. And the two objects of warmth were bringing you comfort as you waited.

Peter, now your boyfriend, had sent you a text a few mere minutes ago in the middle of one of your study sessions. Hey. Can I come over? We need to talk You had told him to come over, of course you had, how could you not? After all, it was a terrifying ominous message to receive. Those words ‘we need to talk’ can mean so many things and they only give someone so much. Was he upset with you? Going to break up with you? It was terrifying.

Then you heard a sound that snapped you out of it, the rapping sound of a knocking on the glass pane of the window. You jumped, causing a ripple in the coffee placed between your hands. What the hell could that be? You set the cup on your nightstand and looked over at your window only to see… Peter. Except, there was something different. Instead of a MIT hoodie or a nerdy t-shirt, his usual attire, he was wearing a red and black suit that clung to his body. The Spider-Man suit. You sat there for a second, your mouth falling open as your jaw quite literally dropped. Blinking a few times as if you could blink away the shock.

And Peter just… sat there on your windowsill. That dorky grin across his stupid face, a sheen of nervous sweat on his forehead shining in the warm light that filtered through your window. He watched you as you just sat there, not making an effort to get up and open the window for him. So instead he raised a finger to the glass. He blew against it, causing the glass to fog up. Then he drew a little heart and a question mark into the fog.

A laugh escaped your lips, short and still in shock. Of course even when completely changing your view of him, he was still being an absolute dork. You got up, walking over to the window and unlocking the latch before pushing it up. You stepped back and watched as he climbed inside, landing on your floor and rubbing his hands together, after all the suit wasn’t exactly the warmest. “Hey, love.” He said, leaning over and pecking you on the lips.

Him standing in front of you, right there in your bedroom, you could fully see the suit. It stuck to his skin the way his characteristic webs stuck to, well, everything. And you were brought into another state of shock. Even as he leaned forwards and you felt the familiar feeling of his soft lips against yours. “Parker, you have a lot of explaining to do.” You told him, feeling almost breathless as you looked over his suit.

Peter nodded, rubbing the back of his neck and letting out a breath. So far, you hadn’t fully freaked out, which was good, he had prepared himself for the fact that you might have been panicking or upset or angry. But you just seemed shocked. “I know,” he assured you, sitting down on his bed. “But I felt like I should tell you the truth so you knew exactly who was going to tell you he loved you.”

That shocked you even more and your head stretched towards him slightly, your jaw dropping once again. “You… what?” You asked.

His eyes went wide as he realized exactly what he had just told you and he sighed, his shoulders sagging and his eyes falling closed as he realized that he had inadvertently told you he loved you too early. “I, um, I love you?” He repeated, he didn’t mean for it to come out as a question, but it was because he was so nervous that he did.

A smile came across your face, almost relieved as you realized that you had heard him right the first time. And, for some reason, you weren’t all that shocked he was Spider-Man, you had noticed his strength as well as his general good-will towards others. You took in a breath and straightened up a bit, leaning against your wall as a cool wind blew in from the still open window. “I love you too, Spider-Man.”

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That Simply Won't Do (Loki x Reader)

This Was Made As a Part of Halloweek!

Gn!Reader starts to get annoyed by Loki's Halloween Antics

Genre(s): Fluff

Warnings: Mentions of blood

Word Count: 1724

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“It’s a bit of a silly Midgardian holiday, isn’t it?” Loki asked as he leaned against the wall, watching as you climbed up the ladder to string up little ghost shaped lights around the roof over your front porch.

“It’s not silly, Loki, it’s all in good fun,” you countered, carefully taping the string of the lights with tape so that you could take it off tomorrow. Yes you were decorating a little late, but you were always busy with something, at least you’d gotten around to it.

There was a flash of green and Loki was sitting cross legged on the roof right in front of you and you jumped, nearly falling off of the ladder but his slender fingers caught your wrist and kept you steady. You huffed as you looked out here.

“Oh, don’t give me that, pet, I’m here to help,” he said with a shake of his head, nimble fingers taking the lights from you and hanging the rest of them for you. “Now, I think it’s time we get you down before you fall.” His hands grabbed your twist and in another flash of green magic you had your feet securely on the ground.

“I wouldn’t have had to go up there at all if you had agreed to help in the first place,” you pointed out, poking him in the chest.

His response was simply to chuckle, picking up your hand and placing a kiss onto your knuckles. You huffed and went back over to the box of decorations, noticing as he silently followed behind you.

You pulled out a roll of fake caution tape and Loki cocked an eyebrow at you. “Danger: Frights Beyond,” he read aloud, sounding unimpressed. “Pet, is this supposed to be scary?” He asked, looking away from the caution tape and back at you.

You just handed it to him. “It’s for children, Loki. Now do me a favour and stretch that from the tree in the front yard to the porch,” you ordered him, to which he rolled his eyes but stood and moved to do as you asked him to.

Then the timer on your phone went off and you pulled it out. “Keep decorating, I have to take the cookies out of the oven,�� you told him, heading inside to do just that. You had made pumpkin shaped cookies for the two of you to eat so you could avoid the temptation to eat the halloween candy you had for the kids.

But as you came outside you found your decorations had been utterly ruined. Well, not ruined, but it was not what you were picturing. You looked like one of those houses that got it professionally decorated, or it looked like Loki had gone mad and actually made sure the house was haunted.

The ghost lights you had put up were replaced with hanging lanterns that glowed with the green light from flames of the same colour. The glow-in-the-dark skeleton you had placed on one of the patio chairs was turned into what looked to be a real skeleton, with blood spatter all over your nice patio furniture. There was also blood on the caution tape which, to give Loki credit, was there you had asked him to put it, but now it looked like real crime scene tape and was littered with tears and cuts. You could go on and on, but it looked genuinely scary, and Loki was standing there with his arms crossed, looking rather proud of himself.

“LOKI!” You stomped over to him. He turned to face you and his smile disappeared as he noticed you weren’t delighted like you thought he would be. “What have you done to my decorations?” You demanded.

“I thought you’d like it,” he defended, “I just made it a bit scarier.”

“Loki,” you said, exasperated, “this is for children!”

“Are Midgardian children truly that cowardly?” Loki asked, looking around at the decorations. “I think this is rather tame.”

“Put it back,”

“But, pet-”

“Loki,” your tone gave off a sense of warning.

He raised his hands in surrender and then, with a flick of his wrists, everything went back to normal. “It was just an illusion, pet. I thought the point was to be scary.”

“No, it’s to be spooky,” you clarified, to which he gave you a look that told you he clearly didn’t understand the difference. “Nevermind. Come on, kids will start coming out soon, especially the younger ones, and neither of us are even in costume yet.”

He followed you inside of the house. “Do I even need a costume? I can just shapeshift my dear,” he reminded you, holding the door open for you and then closing it once you were both inside.

“A snake can’t open the door to give out candy to the trick-or-treaters,” You pointed out as you headed towards your room where you had a halloween costume waiting somewhere in the closet.

Both of Loki’s eyebrows raised at that. “Trick-or-treaters?” He repeated.

“Yes, the children who come to the door. When you open it they say ‘trick or treat’,” you explained .

“Ah, so I can choose to play a trick,” he raised his hand and made fireworks appear to be coming out of his palm.

“No, you just give them the candy in the bowl,” you said, pointing towards the bowl that sat on a table by the door.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Then perhaps they shouldn’t say trick or treat, it should just be treat,”

You sighed and shook your head. “Bring it up with the Halloween king,” you said, throwing your hands up in defeat as you walked towards the bedroom to get changed.

When you return you’re wearing a costume you had picked up from the store a few days ago, nothing fancy, just something to wear for the night. It was one of those cheap vampire costumes, with a flimsy red vest you could put over a white button down and a cloak with a bit of a gaudy broach holding it together in the center, all black and made of a kind of scratchy material. But it worked for a couple hours of handing out candy.

Loki was sitting on the couch, wearing his Asgardian leather, his horned crown set upon his black locks. Which was more of a costume than you thought you were going to get from him, so you didn’t say anything. He didn’t feel the same.

“What in Norns are you wearing?” He asked, unsure if he should be amused or not by your costume.

“I’m a vampire. It’s just something to wear for the trick-or-treaters,” you said, with a shrug as you walked over to make sure everything that you might need would be by the door.

“No, no, that simply won’t do,” Loki said with a shake of his head. He rose from his seat and walked over to you.

“What are you-” you were cut off by a wave of his hand and swirling green magic, looking down you saw your costume change.

Your clothes got heavier, the fabric of your cheap vest morphing with your white button down to become a proper top that dipped a bit lower than your hips like a tunic, with layers of different shades of red. But with a hum and another flick of his wrist the red shifted to be green instead. Your pants also changed, but they stayed a simple black colour. A bit more texture was added and they turned into a material like leather, you could assume it was leather.

Your cloak suddenly felt heavy around your shoulders as well, being made of a thinner black leather with a deep green lining of what felt like the smoothest of silk. Then with a snap of his fingers, gold adorned the entire outfit and you felt something on your head. Turning to the mirror that hung in the front hall you saw your full outfit as well as the crown that adorned your head you looked like a…

“Loki, why am I dressed like an Asgardian Prince?” You asked, turning to face him even though you could see him in the mirror.

He had that devilishly handsome smirk on his face that made it impossible to be mad at him, all you really wanted to do was kiss him. But you did your best. “I think you look utterly ravishing, pet,” he replied.

“Loki…” you muttered, giving him a pointed look.

“Yes, yes, alright.” He gave in. Another wave of his fingers and with the help of some more of his magic, you knew your clothes were changing again.

You looked in the hall mirror and saw that your dress had changed again. You were now covered in flowing, pale green fabrics that made a beautiful, Asgardian-style dress. The crown had transformed into a simple jewel around your head that, in the center of your forehead, created an interlacing image of gold adorned with delicate diamonds. Your cloak was no longer leather but a deeper green silk, still with gold adornments that made you look regal.

“Perhaps a princess is more to your liking?” Loki asked as he stood behind you, placing his hands on your waist. Now he was teasing you, you could tell by the grin on his face and the wink that he sent you through the mirror.

“Loki, you are really testing my nerves today,” you warned him with a sigh, placing your hands on top of his. “Just… give me a regular costume back please?” You asked. He sighed but obliged, giving you your original vampire costume, but upgrading it a bit to be, for one, more comfortable, and also nicer quality. “I am sorry, my dear, I was just trying to have a bit of fun,” he informed you, pressing a kiss onto your cheek.

You smiled a bit and turned to look at him properly instead of in the mirror. “The fun happens when we run out of candy and turn out the lights so no one comes to the door,” you informed him, only half joking.

Still, he perked up and, with a wave of his hand, the candy was gone and the lights were out. “Then let’s go, pet, I have a few more costume ideas for you.”

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