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seitmai · 5 months ago

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That ending has me reeling...🫠

Your husband was so excited, it wasn't like you could feasibly bring up this topic of conversation. Every time you tried, he reminded you that he had watched dozens of Youtube videos. He told you that your parents were always just a call away. He assured you that if he was ever going to be successful at anything, it would be taking care of Rosie.

🥺🥺🥺

He's already pretty good at the dad jokes

You looked up at him as a tear slid down your cheek. "You're going to cook, Roo?" you asked, finally breaking into a smile. His eyes went wide, and his lips parted wordlessly. You laughed at the worried look on his face even as you cried a little bit more. "Well, we can figure that part out. Or maybe you can freeze some dinners? I don't think I should be cooking."

Hahha at least they agree on this

Nat grimaced but said, "Okay, fine. But only because you look happy, and the endorphins are probably good for the baby."

That is so an odd but kinda sweet comment haha

"You might be fine, but I want you to be safe and comfortable," he snarled, finally looking down at your pretty face as your straw rested on your lip. "I want you to feel as perfect as you look." Just then someone else bumped you into him, and his fingers curled into a fist.

🥰🥰🥰

"Who's going to guard you and Rosie if I play?" he asked, glaring at a woman who came tripping in your direction. "She'll be fine," Nat told him, but he just shook his head and let you play. This was actually exhausting. He knew he'd be tired once the baby was born, but he hadn't been anticipating starting his protective duties this early. Soon he'd have his wife and his daughter to look after. Not that he minded. He was already living for it, but he didn't want to mess anything up.

Oh his protectiveness is already doing overtime, it's only gonna get worse from here lol

He grunted in response, looking for someone responsible to leave you with while he fought his way to the bar, but Bob was already gone on his deployment.

Love that his first thought is Bob🥺

Where you just saw stretch marks and oversized body parts, he saw something that made him go feral for you right now.

As he should😌

"Uh... nobody," he muttered, and you raised one eyebrow in response. He sighed. "I don't want to tell you, because it's a surprise for your birthday tomorrow, okay?" You smiled and told him, "Okay, Roo. No worries." You bit into another pretzel, and Bradley realized how tired you looked.

Their great communication makes me so happy!

You nodded as you chewed up another pretzel before yawning. "I came out to watch you get all sweaty for a minute before I head to bed."

She's so right for this 🤭

Something happened to one of his girls. He hadn't been there. As soon as he was able to control his body, he climbed down as quickly as he could, skipping the last few rungs. When Nat reached for his hand, he could see the alarmed look in her eyes, and he started crying.

Now I'm crying 😭💔

"What happened?" he asked again, but she just pulled her car keys from her pocket while she grasped his hand, and he ran with her to the parking garage.

I'm not okay, this is stressing me tf out 🥲

Aim for the Sky Part 9 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You were trying your best to enjoy the countdown to the arrival of the baby, but your emotions were all over the place. Even on your birthday, you couldn't tell if you were excited or anxious. Bradley planned to surprise you with something special, but he got a different kind of surprise instead.

Warnings: Fluff, smut, angst, swearing, injury while pregnant

Length: 4500 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Aim for the Sky masterlist. This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order.

Your parents' departure after Christmas left you antsy and anxious, and you knew Bradley could tell. All the talk about them potentially moving to California had you on edge, especially since everything was beginning to feel very real now. Your due date was creeping closer and closer, and you were starting to remember one solidly scary fact on an hourly basis now: neither you nor Bradley had any clue how to take care of a baby.

"I'm ready for the Nugget, Baby Girl," he told you as you got dressed to go out to the Hard Deck on New Year's Eve. He was already wearing the pink shirt you gave him for Christmas. The tiny matching one was tucked away in the closet in the nursery which brought a tear to your eye.

"I know you are," you sniffed, "but I'm still scared." You'd had a headache for the last few days, and food just hadn't sounded appealing to you. Your belly was getting enormous as your third trimester wore on, and everything was tender. "She'll be here so soon."

Bradley looked at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, his eyes lighting up as he smiled. "Eleven more weeks, but who's counting? Not me," he said, holding up his phone which had a 'Countdown to Rose' background on the screen. When you didn't even smile, he sighed and said, "I know you're nervous, Sweetheart. I get moments where I'm really nervous, too."

You pressed your lips together and tried to hold back the tears. You already knew how much he struggled with coming to terms with becoming a parent when he hadn't had either of his for such a long time. "The whole thing is going to hurt. And then we have to figure out what to do with an actual baby. Like this is going to be way different from nursing Tramp back to health. And I suddenly feel like I'm going to be terrible at this."

He had you in his arms immediately, and you were trying not to get your smeared makeup on his pink shirt. "It might hurt, but I'll be with you the whole time. And then I swear I'll take care of everything right afterwards so you don't have to. I'm planning on taking a few days off from work after Rosie gets here, and you can relax and be an amazing mom while I clean and take care of everything else."

You looked up at him as a tear slid down your cheek. "You're going to cook, Roo?" you asked, finally breaking into a smile.

His eyes went wide, and his lips parted wordlessly. You laughed at the worried look on his face even as you cried a little bit more. "Well, we can figure that part out. Or maybe you can freeze some dinners? I don't think I should be cooking."

"I agree," you hiccuped, wrapping your arms around him awkwardly with your belly in the way.

You were quiet for a bit before Bradley finally asked, "Would you rather stay home tonight?"

Of course you'd rather stay home. Nothing sounded as good as your bed these days. That was where he fucked you until you weren't horny anymore and then let you fall asleep in his arms while he read to you from the Nugget notebook. "No, I want to go out and see everyone," you told him, because you knew he wanted to go out. "We can sleep in tomorrow and do nothing."

He kissed the top of your head and murmured, "It'll be a relaxing week since we're going out for your birthday on Friday night."

"Are we?" you asked, suddenly feeling excited that he always remembered your day and made it special. "Where?"

"Hot sauce restaurant," he whispered. "And maybe a little something extra."

"A cake?" you gasped.

Bradley laughed as he wiped away your tears. "You want a cake? I'll get you a cake, Baby Girl. Anything you want."

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The Hard Deck was absolutely packed for New Year's Eve, and Bradley was getting worried that someone was going to bump into you. He tried to get you and your bottle of Gatorade tucked safely between his body and Nat's, but there were people shoving through the crowd in every direction.

"I've never seen it this crowded before," you said over the music. You'd just been talking to Jake about three feet away, but Bradley could only pay attention to anyone who looked drunk and unsteady on their feet while he sipped his own beer cautiously.

"Seriously," he replied. "Penny and Jimmy look panicked. That new bartender looks like she's going to cry."

You scanned the room, taking a small step away from him and Nat, and that's when you got bumped. "What the fuck, man?" Bradley shouted to some guy he'd never seen before when you stumbled back against him. "Watch where the fuck you're going."

"I'm fine, Roo," you assured him with your hand on his bicep, but Bradley glared daggers at him until he was out of your vicinity.

You reached for his hand and shook it until his fingers uncurled and were laced with yours. "I want to tell you to stop, but you're seriously turning me on right now," you moaned, eyes glued to his face as your pupils grew wide. "Like a lot."

Bradley closed his eyes and took a deep breath as his body reacted to your words and the look you were giving him. His hand came to rest gently on your bump, stroking you through your shirt. You looked incredible right now, and you even tasted and smelled impossibly sweet to him. "It's way too early to leave," he rasped, glancing down your shirt as you took another sip of Gatorade. "But when we do, I promise you'll be well taken care of."

"Mmkay, Daddy," you replied, kissing his neck while Nat made an animated gagging face behind you.

"I was going to ask if either of you wanted to play darts with me, but not if you're going to start doing that all night," she said, but you were already bouncing with excitement.

"I want to play!" you told her, shoving your drink into Bradley's free hand.

Nat grimaced but said, "Okay, fine. But only because you look happy, and the endorphins are probably good for the baby."

For the next forty-five minutes, Bradley acted as a human fence, trying to block anyone from jostling you while you and his best friends played darts. "You want to play, Roo?" you asked him at one point, holding up three darts in his direction.

"Who's going to guard you and Rosie if I play?" he asked, glaring at a woman who came tripping in your direction.

"She'll be fine," Nat told him, but he just shook his head and let you play. This was actually exhausting. He knew he'd be tired once the baby was born, but he hadn't been anticipating starting his protective duties this early. Soon he'd have his wife and his daughter to look after. Not that he minded. He was already living for it, but he didn't want to mess anything up. Your nerves were evident earlier as your hormones were constantly fluctuating, but he wasn't sure he had an excuse here.

"Are you listening?" you asked, patting his abs with the back of your hand. He could feel your engagement ring through his new shirt which made him smile unexpectedly. "It's almost midnight."

"Oh. Should we head home?" he asked, hoping he could get you out of here unscathed. The bar was getting a little wild now.

"Let's stay for the countdown and then head out. Get me a ginger ale?"

He grunted in response, looking for someone responsible to leave you with while he fought his way to the bar, but Bob was already gone on his deployment. Maria hadn't even come out tonight, and Cam was wasted. Bradley glanced at Jake and Cat who were looking quite cozy off in the corner, and he led you in that direction with his hands on your shoulders. "Stay with them," he told you, clearly interrupting the couple as you tried to dig your feet in.

"Hey, Angel," Jake said with a smirk. He had Cat's lipstick on his face and his arm around her waist, but he didn't seem too upset that Bradley dumped you there.

"Can you look after my wife while I get her something to drink? It's a little rough in here tonight. If anyone touches her, just punch them."

"I don't need a babysitter," you complained, but he kissed your forehead as Jake made room for you to stand against the wall.

"Yes, you do. I'll be right back."

Bradley fought his way up to the bar where everyone was reaching for the plastic champagne flutes that Jimmy was pouring. Penny saw him and immediately got him another beer, but he had to lean in and ask, "Can I get a ginger ale too, Pen?"

She shot him a little smile as she reached for the soda gun and a pint glass, and Bradley turned back to check on your current status. This time next year, you and he would be cozy at home with Rose, and there was nothing that could possibly make him want to be out for the night. A soft smile found his lips as he thought about coaxing his daughter to sleep and holding her against his chest while you and he watched New Year's Rockin' Eve on TV with Tramp on the area rug.

"Hey, handsome, you wanna buy me a drink?"

Bradley let his gaze shift down to the woman next to him, and he shook his head as she reached for his hand. "Absolutely not," he replied immediately, annoyed that someone was making his quest to get this drink and get back to you longer than it needed to be. He handed Penny ten dollars and grabbed your ginger ale before heading toward the back corner where you were waiting for him, safe and sound.

"Seriously, as soon as midnight hits, we're out of here, Sweetheart."

You sipped your soda and said, "Whatever you want."

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It turned out you and Bradley wanted the same thing. He had you both undressed by the time you got to your bedroom, and then the two of you stumbled into the bathroom, laughing between kisses. He tasted like beer, and his two day old stubble was rough, and you wanted him so badly you were aching for it. But he took the time to light two of the candles you left near the bathtub for when you wanted to take a relaxing bath, his hard cock bobbing as he walked.

"I'm setting the mood," he whispered with a smile, the scars on his face intriguingly handsome in the candlelight.

"Bradley, I'm always in the mood at the moment," you reminded him. You could probably handle him four times a day right now if he could manage it.

"Just let me try to be romantic," he whined, pressing your butt against the edge of the vanity before spinning you around to face the mirror. "I want to romantically fuck the shit out of you."

Your giggles turned to moans as he guided himself deep into your pussy before stroking your clit with one sure fingertip and bracing his hand on the vanity next to yours. His abs were hard against your back, and his pelvic bones were sharp, digging into your rear end. He pulled out a few inches before thrusting deep once again with a delicious snap of his hips. His eyes looked impossibly dark reflecting in the mirror as he watched your breasts bounce as he repeated that same thrust once again.

"Look at you," he crooned softly, leaning in to kiss the shell of your ear as he fucked you a little faster. "Oh my god."

He dragged his big hand up from your clit to cup your belly softly, kissing along your neck as you already felt yourself pulsing around him. Those rough fingers soon found your nipple, and you gasped, "Bradley," which just seemed to egg him on.

He was sucking on your neck and murmuring sweetly incoherent nothings. "Baby Girl, these tits. Gonna love them. My fucking god. Massive."

Where you just saw stretch marks and oversized body parts, he saw something that made him go feral for you right now. Your boobs were so tender, but there was something about the way he was grabbing at you that made you just want more. His voice was deep as his teeth grazed your skin, fingers kneading into the side of your breast as you clenched around his cock which was once again shoved deep inside your pussy.

"Your nipples look fucking huge," he whined, his hips starting to stutter after each fluid movement. "Do you see this?" he asked, hand sliding up the valley between your breasts to grab your chin and aim your eyes upwards until you were studying yourself. Your lips were parted, and he was right, your breasts did look pretty incredible as the candle light flickered. And somehow your swollen belly looked almost cute as he slammed into you from behind and groaned your name. "I did this to you," he whispered, hand resting over your belly button. "But the rest of it is just how fucking sexy you are. I can't get enough."

When you met his wild gaze in the mirror, you let your head tip back to his shoulder, maintaining eye contact as you started to come. He held you tight to his body as his hips met your butt and his cock stroked you exactly how you needed him to. "Oh fuck," you gasped, legs starting to shake as you got closer.

"Good girl," he crooned next to your ear, his mustache prickling your skin as your eyes closed. He fucked you through your orgasm, voice mingling with yours, and before you know it, you were standing there panting while his cum dripped down your inner thighs.

You were a little dizzy, but he kept a firm hold on you as he kissed and tasted your neck, cheek and shoulder. His fingers were stroking your furled nipples, and your skin was on fire with pleasurable little aftershocks that you didn't want to stop. But you were so tired, you needed to get off your feet.

"Roo."

Maybe it was how you said it, or maybe it was the use of that pet name in general, but he seemed to know exactly what you needed with just that one word. He helped you to the toilet and cleaned up your legs while you used it. He brushed his teeth while you did yours, and then he waited for you to remove your contacts and wash your face before leading you to bed. When he climbed in next to you, he kissed your lips and let you get as comfortable as you could before whispering, "I love you both." You were asleep before he turned off his lamp.

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Leading up to Friday, Bradley kept trying to sneak off to confirm the plans he made for your birthday. But when he tried to call the lounge in Del Mar first thing in the morning, nobody answered, and if he tried later in the day, there was always an interruption. And that interruption was usually you. On Thursday evening, he finally managed to sneak away to the garage where he planned on working out as soon as he made the phone call.

Once he verified that you were nowhere in sight or within earshot, he had his phone pressed to his ear. When someone answered, he quickly said, "Hi, this is Bradley Bradshaw. I just wanted to confirm my rental agreement for the rooftop space for tomorrow night. I have the hour-long private event planned."

"Yes, sir. The space and the DJ are all yours from nine to ten o'clock tomorrow night."

"Great," he replied, head still on a swivel even though he was pretty sure you were doing a load of laundry inside the house. That's when you came strolling into the garage with a snack in your hand, and he quickly ended the call after a muttered thank you. "Hey," he told you as he awkwardly tossed his phone onto the tool bench and picked up one of his dumbbells.

You stood there in one of his old, stretched out tee shirts and a pair of maternity shorts and chewed on an unsalted pretzel. "Who were you talking to?" you asked. He should have known he wasn't going to get away with you not noticing.

"Uh... nobody," he muttered, and you raised one eyebrow in response. He sighed. "I don't want to tell you, because it's a surprise for your birthday tomorrow, okay?"

You smiled and told him, "Okay, Roo. No worries." You bit into another pretzel, and Bradley realized how tired you looked.

"Did you finish eating dinner?"

"No," you replied softly. "I just want a few pretzels. I have like no appetite."

Your next appointment with Dr. Morris was coming up in a week, and he had been wondering if it was bad that you hadn't gained really any weight since before Christmas. Work had been very busy for you the past few days with the arrival of some sort of new scientific equipment that completely baffled him. You were exhausted after one round of sex now, which was definitely a change of pace from a month ago. He almost blushed when he thought about how the two of you spent your first wedding anniversary.

"I think you need to eat something with some substance or protein or something, Sweetheart."

"I can't," you snapped. "Everything else makes me feel awful. You��should try being pregnant, Bradley. It kind of sucks."

He didn't know how to respond, because the last thing he wanted to do was piss you off the night before your birthday. "Okay. Well, will you let me know if I can get you anything?"

You nodded as you chewed up another pretzel before yawning. "I came out to watch you get all sweaty for a minute before I head to bed."

"In that case," he said, laying back on his bench, "let me get started, birthday girl."

You were smiling again as he unlocked his barbell and got to work.

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You woke up on your birthday to the feel of Bradley's hand on your hip and his voice in your ear, slowly coaxing you from your dream. "Happy birthday, Sweetheart." You rolled over and were met with his brown eyes and his messy bed head, and he collected you in his arms. "It's my second favorite day of the year."

His body was warm, and the last thing you wanted to do was go to work today. "Pretty soon it will be your third favorite day of the year," you croaked. When his brow furrowed, you guided his hand to your belly and said, "Don't even try to tell me the Nugget's birthday won't surpass it."

Your husband shook his head. "It'll be a tie," he whispered, kissing your forehead as the baby thumped around. "Hey, Rosie is saying happy birthday, too!"

You moaned softly. "Rosie is hungry but doesn't seem to like any foods right now."

Bradley ran his fingers along your cheek before kissing that spot. "I'm hoping the hot sauce restaurant will hit the spot for you tonight. Plus I have a fun surprise for afterwards."

It was worth a try. Hot sauce was one of the only things that didn't sound disgusting to you at the moment. In fact, Bradley poured you a little bowl of your favorite kind for you to dip your granola bar into while he made some coffee, and you did feel a bit better. Your stomach gurgled as he plopped down onto the piano bench to play the birthday song and sing to you.

As ridiculous as he looked sitting there in his boxer briefs with his hair still a mess, you knew you could never love someone the way you loved him. He was going to be such a good dad. He already built the playset and had the nursery almost ready. He had a countdown going on his phone. He picked out an outfit for the baby to wear home from the hospital. And he took care of you all the time.

"I love you, Roo," you promised, wrapping him up in a hug and kissing along the gray hairs at his temple. "I can't wait for dinner later."

As soon as you were dressed in your hideous maternity tent, Bradley drove both of you to work, and you found yourself stifling yawn after yawn. You were beginning to doubt that you could make it through work let alone a whole date night, but you didn't want to tell him that. Not when he was playing your favorite songs and holding your hand while he drove. Not when he had his arm draped over your shoulders as he walked you all the way up to your office and kissed you like his life depended on it.

"I love you," he murmured before dropping down to one knee to press a kiss to your bump. "Be extra nice to Mommy today, little Nugget." You could feel her squirm around as she seemed to recognize his voice. "She's got a busy day planned for her birthday."

Then he was back on his feet, zipping his flight suit up fully, and with one last kiss, he was heading toward the elevators.

After just an hour in the lab, it was evident that the granola bar and hot sauce had not been enough for breakfast. You desperately wanted to sneak back to your office and dig around in your snack reserve in your desk to take the edge off if you could. You were currently waging a war between being hungry and simultaneously appalled by food.

"Are you okay?" Cat asked, nudging your arm with her elbow as Bickel droned on about the equipment that was on loan from Lemoore's engineering department. He was hoping that in the next two months, you and the others would be able to help him build a more streamlined interface for the F/A-18s. It wasn't that you weren't interested, because you were. You just couldn't focus very well at the moment.

"I'm fine," you told Cat who gave you side eye but stood quietly next to you. It would have been beneficial to have taken your birthday off and spent it in bed, but it was too late for that.

After an indeterminate amount of time, Bickel finally stopped talking, but then he called your name. You met his gaze and realized he looked very excited.

"Yes, sir?" you asked him, taking a step forward. You felt awful. Even the sound of your boot squeaking on the floor set your teeth on edge. Your head had begun to pound at some point in the morning, and now it felt like your brain was attacking your skull.

"Come help me test it out," he said, his voice grating on your nerves in a way it never had before.

Your next step was a bit of a stumble, and you tried to reach for the edge of the counter. You were going to throw up. The urge to gag left you reeling, searching for something to hold onto. Cat was calling your name as Bickel's eyes went wide, but when you reached for him, your hand caught on the instrumentation instead. It hurt a lot, but it didn't hurt nearly as much as your knee connecting with the cabinet. You needed someone to reach you before you hit the floor, but you weren't that lucky. You wrapped your arm around your belly the best you could, but as soon as you hit the floor, you were met with blackness.

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Bradley didn't really need practice dogfighting, but it certainly was fun anyway. Especially when he was up against Jake late in the morning. The taunting was comical and getting more absurd by the minute.

"Hey, Hangman, why don't you hang it up, man. You're done," he said as he shot the other pilot down for the third time in a row.

"Lay an egg, birdman," came the response through his helmet that made him chuckle.

Bradley was just pulling up on his throttle to gain some altitude and go again when he heard Maverick's voice crackle through his helmet.

"Wheels on the tarmac. Both of you. Rooster first, then Hangman." The tone of his voice left Bradley wondering what was going on. The weather was beautiful, and he was actually enjoying this exercise immensely. In a few hours, he'd be feeding you anything you wanted off the dinner menu at your favorite restaurant before indulging you in your very own, private silent disco.

But as soon as he touched down and started to taxi back toward the hangar, he saw Maverick and Nat running his way. Then he heard her voice through his helmet. "Open your canopy. You need to get out now. Your wife is in the emergency room."

A chill colder than ice shot through his body. Something was wrong with you or the baby, and he hadn't been there to help you. "What?" he gasped, saliva starting to pool at the back of his tongue, making it hard to swallow. "What happened?"

Nat didn't respond, but as soon as his jet came to a stop, she had his ladder ready for him. The rush of fresh air that hit him as his canopy opened did nothing to make him feel better as she shouted for him to climb down. Something happened to one of his girls. He hadn't been there. As soon as he was able to control his body, he climbed down as quickly as he could, skipping the last few rungs. When Nat reached for his hand, he could see the alarmed look in her eyes, and he started crying.

"What happened?" he asked again, but she just pulled her car keys from her pocket while she grasped his hand, and he ran with her to the parking garage.

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natty-taffy · 3 years ago

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nat's day

Because I just couldn't not post anything on her birthday, it's bittersweet, but less bitter than sweet, hope you enjoy! <3

TW: major character death

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Natasha wasn’t one to make birthday parties.

Which, to a lot of people, it translated to Natasha not liking to celebrate her birthday at all, and that couldn’t be farther from the truth.

Having barely anything to claim about herself that wasn't corrupted by the Black Room, she cherished the small certainties- her birth certificate, that she stole while escaping the Room for the first time, was one of her most prized possessions.

She loved her name, she loved her birth city, she loved her birth date- they were the things she knew about herself before being taken and could never be changed.

That’s why she did celebrate- but not with the world, this was something she wouldn't share.

One month prior to her birthday, Natasha already started the preparations, which consisted basically of:

1. Countdown until the day.

2. Reminding her fellow Avengers of the countdown.

3. Obsessively tasting every single cake flavor of New York City (or wherever she was at the moment) only to, two days before, order the same as always (the Medovik cake).

(That, turns out, was the cake Melina used to bake for her, every single December 3rd, in Ohio, “The only pallatable thing she can make” she had told Wanda in one of their late night conversations).

4. Pretending not to know where her presents were hidden so she wouldn’t open them early.

5. Not resisting and opening the presents early.

6. Pretending not to have opened the presents early.

Soon, wanting or not, Natasha’s pre-birthday antics ended up turning into somewhat of a tradition at the compound in such a trusting and natural way that not only her, but the entire team shared the eagerness of waiting for her another full turn around the sun.

“Happy Nat’s Day!” Tony had started greeting them at the morning. Everyone echoed it at themselves until, with the same amount of excitement Natasha felt, they greeted her, in and unholy unison.

Those were the days she held onto the most and showed, with pride, to the old photo she kept hidden under her pistol; the eleven year old Natasha, excited to hold those empty fake Christmas boxes.

“Those are real now” she would whisper “Thank you for holding on”

She didn’t make her 37th turn around the sun.

But the Avengers celebrated her regardless, it was Nat Day, afterall, and this time it consisted basically of:

1. Countdown until the day.

2. Reminding each other of the countdown.

3. Tracking Melina down and asking her to bake them her Medovik cake (Yelena and Alexei didn’t help but were there to eat, too).

(It was pretty fucking good)

(“Here, you’re late” Yelena laid the plastic plate on Natasha’s empty grave with a huff “Can you believe mama made this just for you? Guess we know now who's the favorite”)

4. Pretending to hide her presents around the compound, just where they knew she would have found.

5. Not daring to resist and opening them themselves, together.

6. Pretending not to have opened her presents so she wouldn’t get mad.

But they added two more steps.

7. Taking the presents to her grave, careful not to mess her piece of Medovik, because then she would get pissed.

8. Collectively saying they were sorry for opening her presents.

“Happy Nat’s Day” they said amongst themselves, before, in the very same, terrible unisson, saying to her grave.

It didn’t hold half of the happiness it once did, but it held a different kind of comfort to their heart, maybe this was her way of thanking them.

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writerwrites · 4 years ago

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Could I Need You This Much

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: After Bucky is left at the alter he asks you, his childhood best friend, to go with him to Rome so the non-refundable honeymoon doesn’t go to waste. Wanting to support him through his breakup you decide to telework and tag along. There’s a little problem: You’ve always been oblivious about your own feelings until you’re head over heels.

Word Count: 5.8k

Warnings: Modern!au, wedding day break-up, language, past injury mention, fluffy... chronically fluffy

A/N: *THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE A ONE SHOT* This is my submission to the [belated] birthday challenge for @burninmatches and I chose to combine two prompts from the challenge for this fic. First, the soulmates trope. Second, the song “Head Over Heels” by Tears For Fears ; The beautiful dividers were made by @whimsicalrogers

Bucky was always a quiet person, but you’d never seen him this quiet. You had just stepped out of the bathroom in your cute little tux and mini-bowtie, arms splayed out wide making jazz hands. The proclaimed ‘tada’ fell silent on your ruby-painted lips the moment you saw his downcast gaze at his phone. “Buck? Hey, talk to me, what’s going on?”

Steve was checking to make sure things were good to go; the irony of that, he thought. You would be the one to find him like this. “She broke it off. No wedding.” Those were the only words the Army veteran could muster as his lungs felt like ice and his mind filled with water.

You fell to your knees in front of him, kicking off your shiny black heels and pulling his phone from his hand to throw it to the side. “So let’s go. Let’s get out of here. Steve will take care of the crowd. We’ll get Nat to handle the vendors, she’s intimidating enough to stop them from asking questions. You don’t need to be here. You don’t need to talk about it if you don’t want to. You tell me what to do and consider it done.”

This was what you did with the boys. Steve and Bucky were practically brothers and the three of you were the Musketeers of Brooklyn. You had weaseled into their lives because you had been the talker, the sidekick, the advice giver. Advice...you tried your best with this relationship and though you wouldn’t dare say you told him so, there had been so many bumps along the way. Even sweet Steve had drunkenly said Bucky could do better, about as harsh a judgement as Steve could ever muster. She had drunkenly complained that she hated how close the three of you were, you’d brushed it off. Bucky had been played, taken her back more times than you and Steve could count, and he’d put up with so much to make her happy. ‘At what cost’ was all you could manage to think.

There was a guilt in the pit of your stomach, a little voice in the back of your head, this was your fault. Maybe if you’d spoken up, but there wasn’t time to stay stuck in your own head as Bucky started to pull at his slicked back hair. Grabbing his hands in yours, detangling the mess he made, you pulled him up. “We’re getting out of here, simple as that. If you can’t tell me what to do, I’ll take care of this.”

When his rough hands pulled from yours it felt like he was about to protest, but his hands just went back to his face, blocking you from the sight of fresh tears. It was the first time you’d seen him cry from anything other than infectious laughter. Steve was the emotional one, Bucky was the glue, and you were... trading your heels in for the Chelsea boots you’d worn on your bike ride to the chapel. Grabbing your bag, you shoved in his wallet, phone, anything else that was small and his and put the bag on him. Pulling him to the exit you Gave him your helmet and grabbed Steve’s with little hesitation, a fleeting glance at Bucky’s car covered in hideous ‘just married’ decor. “Just hold on to me. It’s been a while since I’ve had anyone bigger than me on the back.”

He didn’t acknowledge you with words, just little tilts of his head, eyes downcast. Even when you started the motorcycle and patted the seat to get on, Bucky marched like a tin soldier to orders. You were grateful for the noise of your bike and the city, and the built in Bluetooth speakers and mic in your helmet so you could call Steve. With a promise to somehow get his helmet back to him and to make up for the shitstorm that he and Nat would have to handle, you hung up and crossed the Brooklyn Bridge and escaped to the one place you knew no one would look for you except possibly Steve, Plumb Beach.

Hand in hand you two walked onto the small beach and you only let go to dig in the bag he still wore for the clothes you’d worn to the chapel to throw them on the sand for the pair of you to have a seat. His eyes searched far and wide, still staying off of you, so to give him some space, you emailed your boss that the three days off next week, your personal time to recover from the partying and subsequent clean up, should just be changed to a full week of telework. With no complaints outside of a joke that you really needed a real vacation, you tucked your phone into your pocket and really looked at Bucky. The sun on his tanned skin, face clean shaven - a rare occurrence, and the lines on his face from years of stress and pain or chronic infectious laughter. As your lips parted to try and weasel the latter out of him, his gentle voice came out in a raspy whisper, “I was looking forward to the trip to Italy. I thought it was going to be a fresh start for us, a new chapter.”

You draped your arm over his shoulder, pulling him close and his chin rested on your shoulder. “Bucky, I know that you know those two things aren’t the same.” Running your fingers through his hair to comfort him like he’d comforted you through your own fair share of breakups, you let out a sigh, “But today it’s okay to let her burn in your lungs and your heart and your head... It’s okay to scream it out or cry. Whatever it takes to not let this moment consume you because you’re going to come out on top. You’re not alone, not for a second.”

When he pulled away you thought he was pulling away for space or going to give some grandiose speech about how you didn’t understand and how he was alone. Instead he was reaching for your hand, pulling you up and, with three squeezes and the corner of his lips you knew what was coming. The quiet countdown, the setting sun, a throwback to junior prom and your ex making out with your nemesis under the bleachers. “One.” You started, eyes on him.

“Two.” His bright blue bloodshot eyes on you.

“Three.” Two pairs of lungs in unison soon empty of air as they let out billowing calls to nowhere.

Two tuxedoed buffoons getting odd looks, Bucky pulling you into his side, and no sound but the waves whispering as you let him process. “Let’s get out of here.”

While you were relieved he was finally stringing along more than a word or two you weren’t sure what he meant. It was the way his eyes seemed to light up like he was having a ‘eureka’ moment. “The last time you looked at me like that you decided we had to take a cross-country road trip before you and Steve left for bootcamp.”

Bucky tugged you back to the bike, “And wasn’t that exactly what we needed?”

Despite your laughter, the knowing that the trip was what you all needed to cope with the gang breaking up, you still recalled how the boys barely made it to the bus on time. Passing him Steve’s helmet with a nod, Bucky pulled it on without shaking hands or hesitation. “Where are we going?”

“My suitcase is in my car. Can you get off work?” You didn’t need to see his expression to know there was a puppy dog look of optimism on his face.

“I actually already did.” As you mounted your bike and Bucky flipped up the visor and you were surprised to see him looking so surprised. “What?” Clearing your throat and flipping your own visor down he got on and you hollered over the engine. “Steve has your keys, too. I’ll tell him to drive it over to you, you can have your suitcase, he can have his helmet. Now where are we going while we wait on him?”

“Yours, knucklehead. You’ve got a bag to pack.”

It wasn’t all that surprising that Steve couldn’t leave on a whim. His job as an art therapist for veterans wasn’t exactly something he put before a social life. As Bucky pulled luggage from the trunk Steve pulled you to the side, “I’m only letting him go on this trip because you’re going. If anything happens I’ll find a way to get there. I’m sorry I...”

Pressing your fingers to his lips you hushed him. “I may not be a therapist, but you two are my best friends. I’m not going to let him lock himself in a bathroom, throw himself off a gondola, or...”

Steve interrupted you with side-holding laughter, “Oh dear, you might need this more than him you uncultured swine. There are no gondolas in Rome.”

“No gondolas in Rome? Well fuck, we better pick a new place to run off to.” Bucky half-smiled as he leaned his head into the door. “We are still putting my non-refundable honeymoon to good use, aren’t we?”

Punching Steve in the arm, you called back at the blonde, “See ya, wouldn’t wanna be ya!”

Bucky stayed, talking to Steve for more than a couple of minutes while you flipped through work emails and kept your boss in the loop on the telework situation. All the while, only catching the tone of concern in Steve’s voice, not the words. Before you knew it you were on your way, body scans and bag checks, and with Bucky’s eyes averted you flipped through social media to see if it was safe to let him near his own phone. It wasn’t, at least not yet. It wasn’t just that she had changed her Facebook relationship status or that she deleted the countless pictures chronicling their relationship, it was that she had unfriended every person around Bucky that had put up with her for his own happiness. It made you wonder what happened, but more than that, it made you glad to put an ocean between her and your fists.

The non-stop flight was just shy of nine hours, the ride to the hotel in the heart of the city was another thirty, and as you walked up to the counter to check in Bucky, who managed to restlessly nod off on your shoulder, looked like he was about to collapse. “We’re here to check in, the reservation is under James Barnes.”

It was obvious that they were processing the English, disrupted from their lunch, “Ah, che bravissimo, the American newlyweds! Evviva gli sposi!”

What felt like nine in the morning on no sleep for you was clearly better than Bucky’s experience. So you nodded, thanked them, and passed over the passport and other items clutched in his hand. Once it was all back in your hands with room keys you pulled him along to the elevator and, once again, he surprised you. “Are you okay?”

Your eyebrows furrowed and you took his hand. “Despite what some people think, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with being a Mrs. Barnes.” Sticking out your tongue to lighten the mood, you left him in the elevator as you pulled your luggage along, “C’mon Athos!” The childhood nickname seemed to draw him from his thoughts and his long legs quickly caught up to you. “Want me to go in first and chuck any romantic decor?”

“Fuck, I didn’t even think about that.” He swallowed at the cotton in his mouth. “No, it’s fine. Hell, maybe there’s chocolate on the pillows.”

Wiggling your eyebrows you slipped the keycard in and pushed the door open, but just as you were about to say ‘dibs’ you saw the room. Rose petals trailed along the floor and the room had the soft scent of clean cotton and gardenias. Faux candles of an array of heights and sizes flickered on every surface. The bathroom door sat open and the motion sensor light kicked on to brighten up a jacuzzi tub and oversized shower with a bench. The small area to sit in had a door out to the balcony with a postcard worthy view and just as you were about to rush out there you saw the bed- the one massive bed and the welcome basket and flowers in the center of a massive heart of petals. “Cliché, but I think we have the chocolate covered.”

“I’ll take the couch.” He was so quick, so matter of fact about it that it almost threw you for a loop and you nearly agreed.

“We could sleep on this bed with all of this on it and still never brush elbows. Besides, we’ve shared a bed before.”

While all of that was true and you didn’t think much of it as you kicked off your shoes and left your bags by the door, something was twisting in the pit of Bucky’s stomach. The fact was that it had always been you, him, and Steve; even on the impromptu road trip Steve was always there. The boundaries had always been crystal clear and now you both were single, had careers, grown up, and now, after everything, there were secrets. “Are you sure?”

“Yup. Go and shower first, Army boy. If I do there won’t be any hot water left for you.” As soon as he was in the bathroom you pulled out your laptop, checking in with Natasha about the vendors and letting Steve know you had made it safe. With it being so early in the morning you weren’t surprised by the lack of a response and set out to clean up the room, all the while keeping an ear open for Bucky needing you. Just as you were about to check on him, your toiletry bag and a change of clothes tucked under your arm, you shrieked at the door opening in front of you. Your fist instinctively punched straight ahead into his stomach and set him coughing. “Shit! Sorry.” As soon as you put your hand on his damp shoulder you saw the familiar intense scarring that he usually kept hidden under a henley or leather jacket. Your thumb brushed over the remnants of the wound that had discharged him from the military before you took a step back, “Okay Barnes, I didn’t hit you that hard.”

“It’s my ego. You hit me in my ego.” He mocked as he straightened up. “Steve can never know this happened.”

Sticking your tongue out you walked into the bathroom and shut the door, a long slow exhale passing your lips. You hadn’t even realized you were holding your breath and that might have surprised you if it wasn’t for the flushed look on your face in the mirror. It wasn’t blush- or so you swore.

On the other side of the door, Bucky quickly changed and moved around the room setting a few dozen of the candles back on to turn off the harsher light of the bedroom lamps. His eyes stayed on the bathroom door the entire time while his mouth moved from chewing the inside of his cheek to chewing on his bottom lip. Once he’d finally stopped pacing around the room and decided to take a seat the bathroom door opened and you stepped out in leggings and a long t-shirt. Your eyes were on the floor, hair wrapped in a towel so that it didn’t drip onto your clothes. Bucky’s blue eyes stayed glued on the shirt clinging to the damp skin beneath. “I remember when you stole that shirt.”

“Huh?” Looking down you couldn’t help but snort, “Don’t call me out!”

“You always do that,” The corner of his mouth turned up, in a near smile and it was a relief for both of them to feel the tiniest lightening of the mood, a baby-step to normalcy.

“Do what?” Feigning innocence and flopping onto the bed, you reached for a pillow, causing the old shirt to slink up your curves.

“Buy a present that is actually meant for you and, under dubious circumstances at best, you somehow reclaim that gift.” Once the pillow was under your head, Bucky delicately pulled the shirt down and laid down next to you, rolling onto his side.

“I’m pretty sure I had this shirt first and it’s mine, but I knew you liked it so much that I got you the same one for your birthday.” You looked down at his hand, lingering on your stomach, certain it was just that he needed physical comfort, so you placed yours on top.

“Then at Steve’s twenty-first birthday co-Independence Day party you got so trashed you ruined yours. This is my shirt.”

“James Buchanan Barnes! Are you calling me a liar? Are you trying to steal the shirt off of my back?” You laughed so hard the bed shook and just as you settled down, sides aching, his rough fingertips tickled at the bottom of your soft tummy, right at the hem of your leggings and the shirt. “Even if it was yours, and I’m most certainly not saying it is, it’s molded to my thicc-ness now and it’ll never fit you again, Army Boy!”

“My whole government name, is it?” He smiled, really smiled, that glowing dopey ear to ear smile that was contagious. It had nearly been twenty-four hours since you’d seen him smile and somehow you were all to aware of an ache in your bones of missing his naturally contagious light. But that wasn’t what caught you off guard, it was the fact that this smile hadn’t been seen in years and the realization was something akin to going through withdrawals.

The choked laugh and the smile that found your own lips was hesitant, reserved, and held between your teeth. Against your better judgement you reached over and brushed your thumb through the lines on his face. “Does it hurt smiling like that after you haven’t in years.”

The words were whispered, Bucky’s sad blue eyes looked up from the threads of the comforter he was picking at and locked dead on you. When your lips parted to apologize, he leaned in close and pressed his lips to your forehead. “New chapter, remember?” Though your breath hitched in your throat, he pulled away from you, “I guess we’ll have to get used to it.”

“I could get used to it.” You half-yawned. “If we take a nap we might be able to reset ourself and waste less time jet lagged.”

“Background noise of tv, music, or--”

“City!” You finished with an excited smile, already sliding off the bed to open the balcony’s door and let in the sounds of Rome. You could feel Bucky’s eyes on you and thought little more of it than his own curiosity about what the pair of you were going to miss during your quick snooze. By the time you turned around his eyes were closed and he’d jumbled up all of the blankets and pillows to get comfortable. “Too fluffy?”

“Spend years in the desert and try and sleep with all of that.”

Walking up the massive bed on your hands and knees, your tired body couldn’t be bothered to shove it all over the edge. He watched you attempt at climbing under the blankets, curious about why you weren’t looking up to see where you were going. It left you brushing against Bucky and he pulled you to his chest in one of his classic bear hugs. “Careful or you’ll wish you were back in the desert or did you forget that I’m a human space heater?”

“Nah, you missed my big hugs.” The steady cadence of his pulse was already lulling you to sleep. If that wasn’t enough, he pulled the towel off of your head and ran his fingers through your hair. It was an intoxicating sort of magic, a little trick he’d learned comforting his sisters and maybe when you woke up you’d feel played because you should have been comforting him, but the stars behind your lids drew you to a comfortable sleep.

As the two of you zipped around the city on your matching pistachio colored Vespas, Bucky knew he’d really started a new chapter. He could still perfectly picture the confusion on your face when you shocked him by agreeing to set work aside for a sunset zip to hunt down the best gelato. He couldn’t remember the last time you’d looked at him and not known what he was thinking. It was impossible for him to recall the last time anyone had set work aside to live a little, even with Steve. Though Bucky had chalked it up to ‘growing up’ a larger part of him wondered if you wold have always said yes or if there was a bigger reason you would’ve said no- like his ex. The fact was that the ex never even let you ask. That chapter felt a lot like the words ‘missing you’. This one felt a lot like three.

Somehow in the last two days in Italy, tossing coins in fountains, eating copious amounts of bread at every meal, sipping on proper espresso to counteract jet lag; he hadn’t cried or settled into some desperate need to get over his ex by getting under someone else. Bucky found himself delighting in the little things and he realized it was just because you were.

Wine tasted better after watching you bring it to you lips with a hum. Its color was the perfect balance of red and purple as it stained your lips. Then, when you slid it across for him to try it was the melodic sound of your laughter and pleading that convinced him to try something new from his staunchly beer and bourbon alcohol repertoire.

The mere mention of ice cream was no longer summoning the memory of that time Steve started a scrap that he had to end and resulted in you buying the three of them ice creams to cool off in the humid New York summer heat. You’d scolded the both of them so lovingly hard that yours melted entirely over fingers before your first lick. No, it was those fingers now covered in strawberry, sticky-sweet, and the almost inaudible gasp on you lips when Bucky leaned in and licked it off. He swore it was just for a stolen taste, but in the back of his mind he knew it wasn’t.

The laugh that came with the silly gesture, the familiar warmth of it like a hug to him, was more to you. While you swore it because he was being uncharacteristically childish. “I want to say I could get used to this ‘new chapter’ version of you because I love seeing you back to the Bucky that would protect Steve from his own stubbornness and me from my bad... taste, but if you’re going to make me laugh this much all the time... Can a person die of laughter? Is it going to be an oxygen deprivation type of death?” Laughing nervously, glad Steve wasn’t around to read you like a book. The embarrassment truly stemmed from how you loved the feeling of his stubble scratching your skin. Steve would’ve called you on it, that some how, something had just flipped like a switch and you were seeing the history of your friendship in a completely different way. The anxiety was starting to bubble as you question if he did too.

It felt so obvious to you, that the universe was laying the cards out on the table. You both shared silence and sound, space and somehow time- not just time in the sense of being in a new time zone or having shared a lifetime of memories, it was more and as you parked the rental Vespas at the shop and picked up your little bicycles, Bucky pulled you into the biggest hug. You didn’t ask him what it was for or hesitate to hug him back.

The sun was low, the street lamps turned on, and the only barrier between you two were the bikes. Hiding your smile in the curve of Bucky’s neck you could have sworn you heard him groan when you lips brushed the base of his neck at the collar of his t-shirt. “You know where we are?” He asked as he led you around the bike just a little, still holding you until he pulled on your hip to make you look out at the view. A hefty amount of stairs led down deeper into the plaza, flanked by older peach and dusty rose buildings. The architecture was beautiful, but you honestly had been enjoying the company on this trip more than the food and your love of history was always always something you didn’t flaunt. “It’s late and we’ve been dragging each other all over this city since we got here, so I’ll forgive you for not realizing just yet.”

Buzzing with excitement and curiosity he took your hand, lacing his hand in yours and taking you down the stairs a few at a time. “I’ve got little legs!” You laughed, true or not it was always hard to keep up with the soldier’s longer legs. The joke of protest was met with Bucky’s arms scooping you up. You were so tempted to protest, so tempted to tell him that the last thing he needed was to hurt his arm lugging you down some stairs in Rome. Then you saw his smile, the one that reached his eyes and the only thing you could say was, “The stairs! Stop looking at me and look at the stairs, Bucky!”

“I’d never drop you.” He said it so matter of factly and you believed it. “I really want to enjoy this so close your eyes.”

“Demanding.” You chuckled, no longer hiding that you loved it. “Fine... but only since you completely unnecessarily but oh so gallantly walked me down oh so many Roman stairs.”

With a crinkle of your nose you shut your eyes and he set you down shortly thereafter. You swallowed at the dryness in you mouth when his hands found yours again almost immediately. Bucky’s breath shook in your ear, surely from the effort of lugging you around, you swore, biting into your bottom lip waiting for the cue to open your eyes. But he waited, his hands still holding yours and then enveloping you in a tight hug, his chest pressed to your back, his chin over your shoulder. “Okay, now you can open them.”

You didn’t have to read the placard to know Keat’s home. When Bucky and Steve were away for boot camp you’d written them every day, jokingly telling the boys to not become blockheads and to keep each other safe. While the letters were fairly similar, you knew Steve was already hiding doodles on the envelopes, he had ‘his thing’. So you sent Bucky poetry, Keats being one of your favorites. How you’d forgotten the stairs was beyond you, but you weren’t breathing, your eyes stung with happy tears. This was a bucket list visit and your chin quivered as you recalled the emotions of reading you first poem and the worry about losing the boys forever. You’d made yourself sick worrying Bucky would do something stupid to save Steve.

“Hey, pretty girl, this was supposed to make you smile!” Bucky squeezed you in that hug a little tighter and finally you took a breathe and the few tears dripped down your cheeks. “I thought you loved John Keats.” You could only managed a mildly frantic nod as you tried to collect yourself, a soft smile- one too similar to an apology found your lips. “This is you in celebrity shock?” A nudge to Bucky’s side made him laugh and you let go of his hands so you could spin around and hug him tightly back. “Ahhh there’s the reaction I was hoping for.”

“You never talked about the poems I sent you. I just assumed you didn’t want to tell me I was being lame.” Chewing the inside of your cheek you looked back at the building and then up at his bright blue eyes, which were only on you.

“I loved them. They got me through...” The arm, he didn’t have to say it and you squeezed his side to let him know that. What you hadn’t expected was the quiet man that kept his longer chatting to odd things he’d dug up on science threads on Reddit or political rants to make a confession in the middle of the Piazza di Spagna in words that you both shared years ago:

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors— No—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable, Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever—or else swoon to death.

Was that what did it? Was that the moment you fell head over heals for Bucky Barnes? It felt irrelevant to label the ‘something happened’ moment when, under the stars and in the summer heat you pulled his mouth to yours and kissed him fearlessly. His hands pulled the two of you somehow ever closer and the only compromise to the separation of your soft lips to his was the gasp for air. The dopey smile on his face as he cupped your face gave you the opportunity to use your words. “I’m in love with you, too.”

Bucky’s fingers pressed gently into your soft skin and he pulled your mouth back to his. He didn’t ask when you knew, you didn’t ask him either, and it didn’t matter. His tongue caressed yours and you moaned into his mouth, your fingers tugging on his cloths, his hair, every inch of you pressing into him until you both were breathless messes again. “I’ll bring you back.”

“Promise?” You didn’t know if he meant to Italy or the Keats-Shelley Museum, but you were too distracted by his blown out pupils and how beautiful his lips looked wet and swollen from kissing you. The thought of that action alone was still dizzying.

“Yeah, I promise, but I have one more surprise.” As your eyebrows drew together in confusion his hands pulled away from your face, where they had been resting gently on your neck, brushing your jaw, leaving a sting of heat in their wake. He took your hands in his and he got down on one knee. Your mouth fell open and you picked it up quickly, but your head lulled to the side like a confused puppy as your heart raced so loudly in your chest that you were certain Bucky would feel the vibrations in your fingertips. “Will you marry me? Steve always knew I wanted this. He swore up and down that if I just took five minutes to think about what you meant to me romantically that I would realize every single person I’d been with never compared to the girl who climbed in my sandbox. I wouldn’t have been left at the alter if I would have realized the only person I wanted at my side was the person I wanted at my side in sickness and in health, good times and bad, was always already there. Yes, you and Steve are my best friends, but I should have realized sooner why there were differences between my friendships with the two of you.”

“Everyone saw it but the two of us.” You looked down at Bucky, his hands may not have held a ring, but it was perfect and it was very much the two of you in your own world. “I guess I need to call Steve to come to Rome after all.”

As if he was reading your mind, he knew what you meant, you weren’t leaving this city without marrying him. Pulling out your phone, you tapped the little phone icon and in one swoop Bucky was picking you up and spinning you around, his lips kissing every inch of skin they could find and you laughed breathlessly. Steve answered on the second ring but the pair of you laughing muffled his greeting. You pulled the phone from your face and saw the minutes counting and you hushed Bucky with a smile and gentle little thwack to his peck. “So he told you?” Steve asked, tone anxious.

“Told me what?” Your eyebrows drew together and Bucky set you down, leaning in to listen to the call.

“He told you she called it off because he wanted to marry you.” Bucky swallowed, knowing that Steve was leaving out the key detail that after somehow getting his confiscated phone back he had drunk texted the Bride-not-to-be and told her as much the night before the wedding. “Is it finally happening?”

“Yeah,” You both said in unison, smiling despite the circumstances.

“Well, only if you can get out here. Someone has to give me away and seeing as how he won’t stand there without you and I won’t marry him without your blessing, it’s a bit of a co-dependent situation.” Bucky muffled his laugh, squeezing your hand before kissing your temple. “What do you say, Aramis?”

Steve let out a long sigh, but you could hear his keys jingling like he was already headed for his car. “Far be it from me to delay the inevitable. I’m surprised you two didn’t take care of this before we enlisted. Y’now, speaking of the three musketeers, does the impulsivity of this make him a D’Artagnan?”

Bucky let out a whistle and jokingly pumped his arm in victorious celebration. “You’ve done it now, Steve. Straight to his head.”

“I have to torture you a little for making me live through a couple of decades of angst and oblivion.”

You could practically hear the approving smile, “See you soon, stupid.”

Unceremoniously ending the call, you leapt into Bucky’s arms and picked up kissing him, drizzling in a lifetime’s worth of unsaid I love yous. Through laughing and smiling, fingers tangled in hair and soft curves pressed to the cold stone wall of the museum, you drank in Rome and Bucky. Each kiss was a vow to no longer letting a moment pass you two by.

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allandoflimbo · 4 years ago

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Bad Guy

Summary: You experience another night out in your new hometown. One that has you reaching for a drink, and maybe ending with a certain someone between your legs.

Warnings: Drinking, cursing, and (mild, well for me) fucking.

A/N: This is a submisstion for @amanda-teaches 2k Writer + Reader Challenge. My prompt was “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.” This was really fun to write. Thank you for letting me participate in this! And I hope you really enjoy this one. :) It’s pretty light hearted. As most of you know, I will no longer post my writing on Tumblr, i’ll just be sticking to my other platforms now. If you wanna check me out i’ll be on AO3, mostly. This is my final closing. :)

The night was turning crisp, a heavy contrast to what it had been that afternoon.

It had been humid and overbearingly hot; too scorching for a late August summer.

It was around six o’clock when the temperature had dropped a sudden ten degrees. Now it was pleasant, and those that had hidden away all day in their air conditioned homes, finally decided to venture out into the cooling air.

There was an intense misconception about New York City that not many understood, not until they experienced it first hand, at least.

Sure, it was beautiful in its bright lights and air that seemed to ooze hope for everyone’s future. It gave off a vibe that made you admit, that yeah, it kind of was like the movies.

Except that it wasn’t.

From afar, it was quite the spectacular, but as you narrowed down and took a closer look, you’d see it for what it really was.

The brownstone buildings that housed the speakeasies and restaurants on the ground floor; they were beautiful, surly.

So were the homes across the streets, with their lights still on.

The streets, they were nice too.

People stood all around, greeting new friends and old ones, talking about which place they would go to next or which bar.

You liked the village. It had its pros and cons, but at the end of the day, you were glad you settled for that fifteen hundred dollar studio on the first floor.

It had a nice view of the deli and the prestigious restaurant across the street, and it was a brownstone.

Yeah, all of that was really nice.

Except when you took a closer look and realized that even the prettiest of things had its faults.

Those streets filled with smiles and laughter also had trash bags piled up every ten feet and on every corner.

Those restaurants and speakeasies - the brownstones were older so the walls outside the building were washed out, aged.

The air also had a strange, but yet addicting, smell.

It was a mixture of all the restaurants around mixed with booze.

The stairs that led down into the restaurant entrances were old and rusted.

The ATMs that lounged outside each one - because that’s right, most of them only take fucking cash - six out of ten of them were always out of service and served as nothing but mediocre décor next to the window.

Heavy graffiti lined their sides.

The doors to the restaurants were older, too. Some of them never even closed properly or were too damn heavy.

And your apartment...it was perfect.

You’d have to settle into become a minimalist to even fit your bed inside.

The flooring was also old and scratched and the walls needed a new paint job. But it wasn’t too bad. It could’ve been worst.

But you loved it.

You loved the feeling of the city around you, and you loved how you had made your new friends so easily after moving in from your old home in little ole’ Ohio.

You loved going to bed being able to hear the life outside, the laughters and sound of people making new memories and falling in love.

And those restaurants and speakeasies that looked flawed up close, they were anything but inside.

The owners were always so imaginative. The lighting was always warm, there were always people inside enjoying life and the food- in every single one of them.

Because, that’s right, all their food were good food.

New York City was beautifully flawed.

It was just what you were looking for.

You think this to yourself for the hundredth time since you moved here as you walk down the street towards a new bar you hadn’t been to yet.

You pass by locals as well as tourists and it’s nice.

You’re about to cross the street when you see a couple getting out of their little apartment.

Your heart warms as you see the man take the girl’s hand in his, both of them giggling as they prepare for a night out of making memories.

You feel your phone vibrate as you arrive to the other side of the intersection.

You hear a car horn in the distant and a nice summer breeze blow in through your hair.

You open your lock screen.

Nat

You here yet?

You quickly type away a message while also trying to avoid walking into others coming in the opposite direction as you.

You hold tighter onto your bag as it bumps into a girl, your small heels clacking beneath your feet.

You open your map to see the distance of the location and then reply back to her.

I’m a block away.

You see it from where you’re standing and it had it a decent sized line to get inside.

Budapëis

It read in white letters on the blackout windows.

You sped up a bit as you got closer, your excitement growing in your belly.

It doesn’t take much longer after you’ve been in line to realize it was actually moving pretty quickly.

A larger and dark man greets you at the entrance and you hand him your ID which he quickly scans. He gives it back to you and you thank him.

Inside the bar was loud. The people chatted away happily and the music thrummed in your bones. It was also very dark, the only light being the orange glows of the candles on some of the tables and the dimmed warm lights hanging above.

You watched as the cute male bartenders worked proficiently and sync, but also making sense to make small talk with each client as much as they could over the loud noise.

A girl says excuse me but still manages to nudge into you.

Spinning your head around, you realize there are no more seats left to sit and it makes sense why half of the people were all standing around and huddled like cattle.

Oh boy.

You feel a tug on your arm and you spin around to see Nat holding a Martini in her right hand, her left arm going in for an immediate hug.

“You made it!” She says.

“Of course!” You hope she can hear you.

She pulls away and tugs you towards her, “Come on, we’re all in the back.”

You let her lead you to the “back” which is really just a small space in the corner of the bar.

You immediately recognize Steve, Sam, and Wanda from afar.

“Oh, hey, you made it!” Steve yells, grabbing you in a tight hug.

“Hey, Y/N” “Oh, hey.” Sam and Wanda greet you.

“Hi, sorry I took a bit long. I was doing laundry.”

“Ha.” Sam snorts out loud, “come on you need a drink.” He adds.

“I will, I will —“ you dart your eyes to his own cup and point, “what’s that?”

“New York sour. Tastes like shit. Wanna try?” He says way too excitedly.

“Sure.” He hands you his glass and you take a sip.

You barely have the tip of the glass all the way out of your mouth when a body hits you on your side, making you stumble.

The drink doesn’t spill crazily, but it’s enough to get on your hand and to leave it sticky, leaving you annoyed.

You’re also not too fond of the face full of hair you just got and the elbow that keeps nudging into the side of your rips.

You stumble a few centimeters to the left, because seriously, it’s not like you have an option right now.

You look over to the girl who is now laughing and talking exceptionally loud with Nat and all your friends.

Did they really not see that?

But you wouldn’t blame them, there was barely any light in the place anyway.

If it weren’t for Sam reaching over the girl’s head to grab your glass, you’d be certain he had forgotten all about you.

You hand it back, cringing as you try not to elbow the girl in the face.

Sure, she was rude, but you weren’t going to return that sentiment.

“What’d you think, Y/N?” Sam shouts to you.

It’s then, finally, when the girl looks over at you.

She was drop dead gorgeous. At least 5’9. Her hair was a natural light brown and her eyes a piercing green.

Clearly a model trying to make it big in the city.

Her face is emotionless at first but then she attempts a smile.

You feel awkward under her gaze, awaiting an apology when Sam pulls you around.

“Come on, lets get ya something good.” He says, dragging you the bar.

You follow him until you’re at the side of the counter closest to when you first came in.

You sigh, already dreading this night, when you overhear Sam ordering two shots of tequila and two lemons.

“Me and you, y/l/n.” He says, taking the glass from the cute bartender.

Sam hands you the shot and you both countdown together before taking it simultaneously.

You chase it with the lemon, and okay yeah, you feel a little bit better.

“Glad we finally got ya out to a real bar.” Sam smiles.

You shrug.

“It’s been a while. Been busy trying to work, book places.”

“Oh, yeah, what is it that you do again?”

“I’m a singer, Sam. Whole reason I came from Ohio. Hello?”

He shoots you an infectious grin.

“I know, I’m just messing with you.”

You sigh.

Sometimes you did feel like people forgot though, especially in a city with 8 million other people trying to reach the same dream as you.

You hang around your friends for a bit longer, finally, finally getting the opportunity to wish Nat a happy birthday.

It must’ve been about an hour now later and you’re glad that one girl was gone.

Whoever she was.

“Is Bucky still coming?” Sam asks randomly out loud.

“He said he would get here as soon as he was done with his shift.” Steve mumbles, looking down at his phone, a glass filled with amber alcohol in his other hand.

“Shocked he’s taking so long. Wonder if he knows Aubrey is here.” Sam says.

“He’s an ass. And a whore. He knows.” Nat screams over to the guys.

You look over at Nat and Wanda and you see them already out of it giggling while looking at some guys’ Instagram feed.

“I’m gonna get another drink.” You announce.

“Hell yeah you are, y/l/n!” Sam yells with a wink.

Steve elbows him in the side.

“Stop peer pressuring her.” He says.

“I’m not, she just needs to let loose—“ he voice fades as you walk away.

You sigh, suddenly feeling exhausted. You contemplated ordering some fries or maybe mozzarella sticks.

You fold your arms onto the cold counter, waiting for the bartender to give you his full attention.

It takes a bit with the amount of people he’s serving along with the other bartender.

Finally he looks over at you and he smiles bright.

God, so cute.

You lean your head on your hand.

“Hi, can I have a gin and tonic?”

He taps the table top.

“Sure thing.” You watch his arms flexing as he makes your drink.

Mmm.

He slides it to you with a wink.

“You on a tab?”

You tell him Nat’s name and everything necessary and he nods.

You sip your drink, letting the music drown and numb you along with the alcohol. Your finger trails the condensation on the glass gingerly.

“Hey, man.”

A soothing voice comes up next to you, greeting the bartender.

The bartender’s face lights up.

“No, way. Finally out of his damn shell.” The bartender greets him with a over hand handshake.

You slide over to the side a bit, giving them some space.

The man next to you orders a drink, giving the bartender his card and requesting a tab.

You feel the heat of his presence as he leans on his own arms over the counter right next to you, and you can’t help smelling the delicious smell of cologne wafting off his body.

You don’t know if it’s the alcohol but you feel yourself biting on your bottom lip, and sticking your ass in the air, still dragging your hand up and down the glass.

But this time on purpose.

It doesn’t work.

You look over to take a look at the man in question and you swoon.

His dark brown hair was begging to be pulled and he had the softest of scruff on his face.

He wore a black leather jacket and jeans and shoes that looked way too expensive.

You drag your eyes back up his body to see a smirk, and fuck, he’s looking straight at you.

Those eyes. They were so blue.

You blush faintly, turning back to your glass and taking another sip.

You know he’s still there, eyes stilling lingering on you.

He takes his drink and then clears his throat.

You’re expecting him to say something when he leaves.

Your smile fades and you feel a weird emptiness. Rejection?

No that couldn’t be it.

You’re finishing your drink when your eyes drift back up to your friends.

Sam, Steve, Wanda, and Nat are all smiling.

But then Steve is smiling more and the commotion is even bigger as they spin around.

You perk a brow as you watch the man that was just next to you a few moments ago greet your friends.

Was that Bucky? The infamous asshole?

He was beautiful.

Of course he was.

You try to compose yourself before walking back over to your friends.

Sam looks at you disappointed, eyes darting to your empty hands.

“I thought you were getting a drink.”

“I already drunk it, dumbass.”

“Why drink there, drink here.”

You chuckle, your eyes darting to Bucky briefly who eyes you for a moment making a connection.

His friends were your friends too.

There was something strange the entire time, about the connection in the air between you two.

It must’ve been the alcohol. He was way out of your league.

But you didn’t understand the asshole your friends were talking about. Well, not that you really knew him that much anyway.

As you pretend to be intrigued in your conversation with Nat and Wanda, yours was actually focused on Bucky.

It’s like you both are playing a playful game of who can catch the other looking first.

You find yourself licking your lip...twirling your hair around your finger…

You swear he’s staring at your finger.

God, what was happening to you?

“Hey, babe!”

You heart Plummets into your stomach as you see the same girl from before (the one who spilled the drink on you) wrapping her arms around Bucky’s neck and oh yeah, she’s definitely sticking her tongue down his throat.

You feel your heart in your stomach and the strong taste of the gin in your mouth.

He pulls away with a moan and a slight grimace.

“Hey, Aubrey. What are you doing here?”

His hands go to her arms, prying her off of him.

“I came with a few friends and ran into yours. You haven’t been answering any of my messages.”

“Yeah, we broke up, remember?”

Everyone’s attention is now to Bucky and Aubrey as they watch their interaction.

“But come on, just one more night, one more good fuck for all times sake.”

A heavy snicker leaves your throat, but you quickly try to disguise it by pretending to wipe your mouth.

The girl’s head spins towards you and she peaking a brow at you.

She quickly ignores you and turns back to Bucky.

“Come on, Bucky.”

Bucky looks over it.

“Aubrey, Aubrey stop.” He says seriously.

She pulls back from him and they stare at each other for a moment longer before she scoffs and spins on her heel.

You turn away from the scene, suddenly needing another drink or at least some fresh air.

You settle for the latter, telling your friends you’d be right back.

You settle to lean back against the brick wall of the bar, taking in the sweet smell of a summer night.

The contrast of the silence outside felt amazing your ears, and the small amount of alcohol in your system only made it better.

You cursed yourself for being a horny little freak. But you chuckle to yourself as you pull out your phone. You couldn’t help that you needed physical attention.

You’re skimming through your emails when you feel someone next to you. You look up to see Bucky, his left shoulder leaning on the wall right next to you.

You find yourself smiling at his little smirk and you bite your bottom lip, looking away.

“You were trying to get my attention so bad before, and now you don’t want to talk?” He asks playfully.

You shake your head, but you still have a smile on your face.

You feel your cheeks grow hot.

“Wow, seriously?” “Am I wrong?”

You think about your answer as you continue to look through your emails, except at this point you were just trying to look like you were.

“No, but that was before I realized who you were.”

His smiled slides off slowly.

“What do you mean?”

You finally decide to put your phone away and you spin around to look at him, now face to face.

The look in his eyes are intense and you find yourself blushing. You knew all these things about him, but yet he had this aura about him, almost like everyone else was wrong.

Your eyes dart from his eyes and to his lips.

“Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.” You say quietly.

When he doesn’t say anything, you look back up until your eyes meet.

“Are they wrong?” He asks.

Your perk a brow at his answer.

“I—I don’t know.”

He chuckles.

“Exactly.”

You nod, pushing yourself off the wall. You take a deep breath, looking at the people on the street.

“It’s getting late, I should get going.”

Bucky nods, still not moving from his spot.

“Okay, yeah.”

You stay glued to where you are, your eyes darting back to his.

“Yeah.” You repeat back.

You watch as the tip of his tongue licks his lips. You feel the heat in your core and you feel the heavy beating in your chest.

“Do you live close by?” He asks huskily, looking over your shoulder.

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You don’t know how it happened, but one minute he had you up against the public hallway wall of your apartment building - where literally anyone could see you - and the next he was pushing your jeans passed down your hips in your living room.

You groaned as your lips connected again, and as you pulled on his hair again.

He cursed into your lips as he cupped your center, feeling how wet you already were for him.

You whimpered as he rubbed small circles over your clit, before finally inserting his finger deep inside of you.

He pushed you down onto your bed, his left hand still fucking you. You lifted your left leg onto the bed and he groaned into your mouth as he quickened the pace of his hand.

You threw your head back, moaning.

You felt your desire quickly dissipate as he pulled away from you.

Bucky chuckled at your whine, but your disappointment was short lived as your watched him pull his shirt and jeans off.

You did the same with your own top and then your bra.

He was on you in a hot second, capturing your lips in a long kiss that had your toes curling against your blanket.

When he pulled away you were captivated by how delicious he looked. You also couldn’t help but swoon at the look he had in his eyes.

Endearment? You weren’t sure.

Your fingers trail over the side of his face as he continues to stare down at you.

“I’m not the bad guy,” he kisses you. He slides into you with a grunt, “I swear, I’m not him.” He kisses you again.

Your hook your left leg over his hip, pulling him in deeper into your hot core.

You pull away from his mouth, your left hand going down to his stomach.

“Fuck. Fuck.” You pant heavily. It felt too good too fast and you know he felt it too as he stretched his forearms on either side of your head.

A long whimper leaves his lips as he sets a faster pace, fucking you into your bed.

He almost looses it completely when he feels you reaching down to rub at your clit, your fingers hitting the base of his cock and his little hairs.

You feel your pussy tightening around him and you know you’re so damn close.

“Yeah, come on, baby. That’s it.” He coaxes you, panting desperately into the crook of your neck.

You feel the fire burning in the pit of your tummy and you know that with a few more thrusts and a few more rubs on your clit that you were done for.

The sounds in your little apartment were filthy. You could hear his hips snapping against yours and both of your groans.

He slowed down his pace as you felt yourself come undone.

“Shit, I’m cumming.” You tell him through gritted teeth, your face only millimeters from his.

He has a wicked smirk on his face and some of his sweaty strands of hair stick to his forehead.

“Me too, fuck, I’m cumming, too.” He says.

You scream as you pulse around his hard cock, not missing the way his own eyes squeeze together, a strong grunt leaving his mouth.

His hips slow down to a stop and when you open your eyes again, he’s already staring down at you.

“Nice to meet you, Bucky.” You say, running your hand through his hair.

Bucky chuckles as he leans forward to leave a kiss on your collarbone.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x you #bucky x oc #marvel fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #captain American fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfic #bad guy #2k challenge #allandoflimbo #alandoflimbo #my fics

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bex-la-get · 3 years ago

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Texts/Social Media Edits

A Companion Edit to After the Storm - Natalie & Ethan chat

Companion Edit to The Countdown: Part 1 - The Cusack Siblings have a chat.

Companion Edit to The Countdown: Part 2 (½) - The Groomies Group Chat

Companion Edit to The Countdown: Part 2 (2/2) - Natalie extends an invitation

Companion Edit to The Countdown: Part 3 - Ethan tells Nat about his evening plans.

The Decision of a Ship Name - In which the Groomies decide Nat and Ethan’s ship name.

Picta Edits for Natalie’s Birthday

Lainey Thirsts Over Vic and Natalie Protests

Date Night

Baby Ramsack - Noah

A Hanukkah Purchase

A Ramsack Christmas

Only Have Eyes For You - Tobias x Dani

Pride is Not the Word I’m Looking For…

All Play, No Work

A Mother’s Day…

The Doctors Are In

His Favorite View

Ladies and Gentlemen… them

OPH Image Prompt - A Very Important Patient

The Future of Medicine

Happy Birthday, Natalie!

#bexwritesstuff #cleaning up the masterlist #ethan ramsey #natalie cusack #ethan x natalie #ethan x mc #open heart mc

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evendeadlmthehero · 5 years ago

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The Five Year Promise: Visit From a Sorcerer (4/10)

Summary: Y/N Stark, 20 year old superhero, makes a promise with a 16 year old Peter Parker after being cheated on, that if she hasn’t found love in the next 5 years, they’d finally go on a date. Then the snap happens. Y/N is gone and Peter isn’t

Warnings: swearing, a little bit of angst

Twitter// BuckysLemons

A/N: this chapter is really long. I might add an extra part and make it an eleven part series if the next chapter is also too long.

The Five Year Promise Masterlist

Based on Avengers: Infinity War (2018)

It was 12pm.

12pm and you were in a lab, working on your suit.

It was a complex equation that was your suit, and you were still trying to figure it out. Yes, after one year of almost dying, you were still trying to figure out the secret of your suit.

“Which is velocity squared...” you trailed off, talking to yourself as you scribbled down the numbers. You then stuck the pen in your mouth, thinking of what to add now.

“Maybe the coefficient of kinetic friction?” You spoke, finishing out the equation. You were about to see if the equation was viable before your dad came in, scaring the hell out of you.

“Happy Birthday to you!” He yelled obnoxiously, wearing a birthday hat and a shirt with your face on it. “Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear pumpkin! Happy birthday to you!”

You stared at your dad with a ‘what the hell’ look. Your dad looked at you with the same look, shaking his head.

“What? You want me to sing it in Spanish?” He had asked, rolling his eyes. “Anyway, before your ungrateful self looks at me like I’m an idiot, I have made reservation for us, Pepper, Peter and Samwell Oshdorn.”

You let out a little laugh, folding the piece of paper containing the equation and placing it in one of the desk draws. “Dad, ‘Samwell Oshdorn’ and I broke up last week.”

Your father straightened up at the news. He was happy. Of course he was. He hated the Osborn kid. His father always competed with him and his son was equally as annoying.

“You got want you wanted dad,” you spoke out quietly, playing with your fingers. “You got what everyone else wanted.”

Your dad face fell at your sad tone. Despite your Dad’s perception of him, he knew you were just blinded by love.

Taking off the birthday hat, he placed it on the table and walked over towards you.

“Hey, pumpkin,” he spoke out, rubbing your shoulders. “You’ll get there one day. You’ll find love. And also, sometimes I am stupid, and you won’t hear me say that again about myself so don’t take this for granted, but your feelings matter more to me than what I think about someone.”

“Dad,” your voice cracked, shaking your head as a tear escaped you eye. “I just- I just want to know what I did wrong. I don’t know what- he just.”

You stopped shaking your head as tears cascaded down your cheeks. Your father embraced you, rubbing soothing circles on your back.

“Sweet pea you did nothing wrong, okay. I might be a little biased, but I think you are the most smartest and beautiful young lady in the world. He’s just an idiot who didn’t know what he had until it was gone.”

You sniffed, letting out a chuckle, giving your dad the tightest squeeze you can manage. You moved away from the hug, wiping the tears from your face. “Thanks dad. I love you so much. Like a lot. Like 2000.”

“2000?” Your dad faked being hurt, grabbing his chest. “I’m at least a 3000. I mean I have a shirt printed with your face on it, I deserve bonus points.”

You laughed at your dad, shaking your head. You then looked away from him, biting your lip. “Can I tell you something else dad?”

“Shoot”

“I miss Nat and Wanda,” you spoke, your eyes welling up with tears again, but this time you didn’t let them fall. “I miss having them around. I miss- I miss venting to them. This is the secound time that I’m not celebrating my birthday with them and it’s harder than the first time.”

Your dad let out a sigh, crossing his arms as he looked away. “You know it’s hard hun. Cap and I-“

“I know Dad,” you spoke, looking at your fingernails. “But one way or another, we will need them to come back. You and I both know there’s something big coming.”

Your dad nodded, getting up for the chair before placing the birthday hat on your head. “Get dressed, we’re leaving soon.”

You nodded, annoyed at how he changed the subject while placing the birthday hat on the table. “Sure.”

Your dad walked towards the door before halting. He turned around, pulling a little box from his pocket. “This came in the mail for you today.”

He handed you the box, giving you a final look before leaving the room. You ripped the brown paper around it before opening the box.

Inside it was a charm bracelet and a little note that said:

Hey mini me,

They were selling these at a little shop near Wakanda and I thought it’d look good on you. Happy 21st Birthday and remember; when you drink in front of your dad, make sure it looks like your first time ;)

With Love,

Your big sister Nat

P.S Wanda says she loves you a lot

You smiled at the note, placing the charm bracelet around your wrist. It had a bead that you assumed was made out of vibranium and engraved on it was a baby panther with an adult version panther.

You placed the note back into the box before placing it in the draw.

“And then he told the terrorist his home address!” Pepper exclaimed, drinking a glass of water as she shook her head. “Terrorist! We almost died!”

Your father had rented out the whole reasturant so that you guys could get some privacy of the media. You were thankful, not wanting to get asked questions from the public about your relationship.

Pepper and Tony were sitting side by side, opposite you and Peter. Happy had tagged along, sitting where Harry would have been sitting. Peter had gotten an apple juice whereas you had gotten a cocktail.

This of course made Peter feel like a little kid, with him and Pepper being the only ones not drinking alcohol. But then he remembered the countdown on his watch.

‘I still have a chance,’ he thought in his head, playing with the straw of his apple juice. ‘Just need to make sure that neither of us find love.’

“I remember that,” you replied back, laughing as your dad put his head down in embarrassment. “He had shipped me off to the Avengers facility.”

“Excuse but I seem to recall it is Y/N’s Birthday,” your dad spoke out, titling his head to the side as he took a sip from his drink. “Meaning that we should talk about her most embarrassing moments, not mine.”

“I’m up for this!” Peter exclaimed, laughing as you gave him a look. “I’ll go first actually. It was when we had a mission to stop some drug lords in Colombia and Y/N-“

“Oh my god no,” you whispered, putting your hands over your face to cover your embarrassment.

“-And then she- she,” Peter couldn’t finish his words as he kept uncontrollably laugh. This of course had made Y/N laugh even more. “I l-“

“I sneezed!” You spoke laughing, as you smacked his arm, making his face turn red from the lack of air in his lungs. “I told you I sneezed!”

“But-But you didn’t!” Peter kept on laughing, shaking his head at you whilst pointing a finger. “The man grabbed you- and you- you-“

He went on a fit of laughter once again as you were already gone. Your laughs were silent and your stomach was pounding. “I- I did not fart!”

This comment made Peter fall on the ground from his chair, holding his stomach as he continued to laugh. You got up from your seat, bending down to smack his shoulder.

“Shut up!” You told him, tears running down your face as you kept laughing. “In the name of Pablo Escobar I demand you to shut up!”

Pepper, Tony and Happy watched on, smiling at the both of you.

“They’d make a great couple,” Happy spoke, looking towards Tony who smiled down at both of you.

“Yeah,” Tony replied, shaking his head as you guys kept on laughing. “Just give it time.”

“Pepper,” you spoke, as you girls walked behind Tony, Happy and Peter who were in a deep conversation about nanotechnology and Peter’s Aunt.

“Yeah,” she hummed, holding her purse as you all took a stroll along a park. The birds chirped and it was a perfect day, not a single cloud on site yet a cool breeze was present.

The park was simple, surrounded by oak trees, benches and a backdrop of the city buildings. There were couples and singles jogging around, but not many on sight.

“I have a question,” you stated, pushing your hair behind your ear. Your cute little white French dress with frills was being blown back by the cool wind. “You didn’t have alcohol today. You had water.”

Pepper smirked at you, looking down at the pathway. Sometimes it amazed her how observant you were, sometimes the opposite of your father. “What are you implying little missy?”

You smiled at her, looping your arm around hers. “So it’s true isn’t it?”

“Yes it is,” Pepper nodded at you, instinctively grabbing her stomach even though there was no bump present yet. “I was planning to tell Tony later tonight.”

“Pepper, I’m happy you’re going to be my stepmom,” you revealed to her. She squeezed your hand in gratitude.

“And I’m glad to have you as my step daughter,” she replied back, giving you a warm smile. “Just a couple of more months, and you get to be a bridesmaid.”

You smiled, so happy your father had finally found love and was soon getting a secound child with his future wife. “What names were you thinking of?”

“I was thinking about Patience,” Pepper spoke, nodding to herself before looking at Tony who was a good 3 meters away from you guys. “Because being with Tony required lots of it.”

You giggled at her remark, making Peter look back at you. You smiled at him which he had returned before continuing his conversation with Tony and Happy.

“How about Morgan,” you told Pepper. “Like after that dude who does the voice over on Nat Geo. It’s a nice name.”

“That,” Pepper pondered, her face scrunched up in thought. “Is not the most horrible name that I’ve heard.”

The boys in front of you suddenly halted, looking back at you guys to make sure you caught up.

“Do you girlies want ice cream?” Tony had asked you both. You walked up next to Peter, nodding your head at your dad.

“I wouldn’t mind some ice cream.”

“Good, there’s a gelato shop a few blocks down that are still open we can-“ Tony stopped mid-sentence as a yellow-glowlike circle appeared in the middle of the path.

You pressed the button on your necklace, allowing nanoparticles to start spreading around your body and form your white suit. You were always prepared to fight the unknown.

Suddenly a 40 year old man came out of the portal that was formed, donning a red cape and a blue long formal shirt.

“Tony Stark and Y/N Stark,” the man announced, his facial expression remaining unchanged. “I'm Doctor Stephen Strange. I need you to come with me. Oh, uh, congratulations on the wedding, by the way.”

All five of you were understandingly shocked, looking at him like he grew multiple heads. This guy had come out of nowhere and requested you and your father’s presence.

“I'm sorry, you giving out tickets or something?” Your father spoke in his usual sarcastic manner.

“We need your help,” Stephen Strange spoke, looking at your father, you and Peter. “Look, it's not overselling to say that the fate of the universe is at stake.”

Your heart stopped when you heard those last words. You still had PSTD from Sokovia and New York, similarly to your father. You didn’t want another fate-of-the-world battle, although your anxiety always told you there was much worse than what you’ve been through.

“And who's "we"?” You had asked, crossing your arms. Your eyes suddenly widened as the man you always thought of as an uncle, emerges from the portal. A man you haven’t seen since Sokovia, which was three years ago.

“Hey Tony,” Bruce spoke, holding a blanket around himself as he emerged from behind the sorcessor.

“Bruce,” your father had gasped as he watched him walk over in disbelief. Bruce gave an awkward smile, as he pulled the blanket closer to his body.

“Pepper,” Bruce had greeted her too before looking at you. “Hey little rascal. Look at you all grown up.”

“Hi,” you and Pepper replied simultaneously, not believing your eyes. And why would you? This man was gone for three years. You guys thought you’d never see him again.

“You okay?” Tony asks, but Bruce gives Tony a desperate hug, not answering.

You knew something was up. Something was wrong with Bruce to have him shaken up like that, like he’d seen the devil himself.

Your hand instinctively reached Peter’s hand, scared to find out what had the fate of the universe in stake.

You then looked at Peter, your eyes still wide, pupils dilated in fear.

“You better suit up too.”

“At the dawn of the universe, there was nothing, then boom,” Wong had explained as you all listened intently, watching the visual representation. “The big bang sent six elemental crystals hurtling across the virgin universe. These Infinity Stones each control an essential aspect of existence."

“Space, Reality, Power, Soul, Mind,” Dr Strange listed as each stone glowed. Your eyes watched in fascination has he opened his necklace to reveal a stone emitting an emerald light. “And Time.”

You looked at your father to figure out his game plan. He looked at the demonstration intensively before speaking. “Tell me his name again.”

“Thanos,” Bruce spoke out, getting up from his seat and staring your dad dead in the eye. “He's a plague, Tony. He invades planets. He takes what he wants. He wipes out half the population. He sent Loki. The attack on New York. That's him.”

“This is it,” your father whispered to himself, as he rubbed his chin.

“Um Mr Dr. Strange,” Peter’s voice wavered as he lifted his arm up. Stephen gave him a nod, indicating him to continue. “What exactly is our timeline? Like today? Tomorrow? B-because we have a birthday to celebrate.”

“No telling,” Bruce looked at Peter, shaking his head as he gripped his blanket. “He has the Power and Space Stones, that already makes him the strongest creature in the whole universe. If he gets his hands on all six Stones, guys.”

“He can destroy life on a scale hitherto undreamt of,” Dr Strange finished him. You shivered at those words as goosebumps appeared on your skin.

This is it. This is what you and your father have been prophesying for 6 years.

Your father leans against a cauldron, stretching like he's about to go for a run. “Did you seriously just say "hitherto undreamt of"?”

Dr. Stephen Strange looked at your father in ridiculousness as he kept stretching. “Are you seriously leaning on the Cauldron of the Cosmos?”

“Is that what this is?” Your father had spoke before Dr Strange’s cloak suddenly moved and smaked your father’s arm making him jump back.

“I'm going to allow that,” your father glared at Stephen, straightning up his jacket.

“Look this seems really dangerous and it’s getting out of hand,” you spoke, gathering all the men’s attention. “Maybe we should call the police.”

Your father snorted at that comment but the sorceress looked at you like you were an idiot. “Wha-“

“Or maybe the Avengers, idk,” you cut him off. You were stressed, and like your father, you made jokes when you were stressed.

Peter knew this so he decided to join along so you weren’t alone. “Or stick his stone in the garbage disposal.”

“Do you think if we auctioned it on Ebay, thanos will bid for it?” You turned to look at Peter. “Can you imagine him betting like 100 gold pieces. Or like paying with slaves-“

“We swore an oath to protect the Time Stone,” Wong interrupted you both like you had offended him. Which you probably did. “With our lives.”

“And I swore off dairy, but then, Ben & Jerry's named a flavor after me, so,” your dad replied back, giving both the men a shrug.

“Quince Quasar is the best,” you shot back.

“Whatever,” Your father replied before looking back at the man in a cloak. “Point is, things change.”

“Our oath to protect the Time Stone cannot change,” the doctor had urged your father, looking at you too in seriousness. “This Stone may be the best chance we have against Thanos.”

“And still conversely, it may also be his best chance against us,” you spoke back, now standing up from your seat. “We are bringing what Thanos wants right under his nose. To me, that sounds fairly stupid.”

“Okay, guys, could we table this discussion right now?” Bruce had interrupted you guys. “The fact is that we have this Stone. We know where it is. Vision is out there somewhere with the Mind Stone, and we have to find him now.”

“Yeah, that's the thing,” your father groaned out awkwardly. “He’s offline. We don’t know where he is right now.”

“Who could find Vision, then?” Stephen had asked.

“Shit,” your father whispered to himself, pushing his hair back. “Probably Steve Rogers.”

The doctor sighed in discontent, shaking his head frustration. “Oh, great.”

“Call him,” Bruce spoke out innocently making you sigh before you took your seat with Peter.

You smiled at him before leaning on his shoulder and tuning out the rest of the conversation.

“I hope this is a false alarm,” you told Peter. “Because frankly I’m scared of dying and also, we don’t have the rest of the Avengers so we’re screwed.”

You then looked at his watch.

1818 days and 3 hours

“I still have a lot to live for,” you then replied, closing your eyes. “I want to graduate MIT. Buy my first house that isn’t in the Avengers compound. Have 6 kids and name them after the infinity stones.”

You snorted at the last part, wanting to slap yourself for being so annoying.

“Hey,” Peter spoke, watching as your father spoke to the Bruce and the two sorceress. “You will. Except the last part. That last part is where you sort of went downhill.”

“Shut up web man.”

“Say, Doc,” your father had spoke, making you look at him. “You wouldn't happen to be moving your hair, would you?”

Dr. Strange looked up at his forelock fluttering in confusion. “Not at the moment, no.”

You looked up at the Hulk-made opening through the ceiling and see debris flying by outside. You then get up and walk near the door, seeing people running and screaming.

You open the door, your father and Peter following you close behind. A women runs into you as you stop her from falling. “You okay?”

The woman ignores you and runs away. The wind his blowing your hair everywhere and you are struggling to see through the debris that you almost miss the car hurdling towards you.

Peter, with his instincts, quickly webs the car into the wall before it hits you. You look at him, giving him a grateful smile that he returns.

Your father the puts on his sunglasses as you and Peter stood by his side, awaiting his intructions. “F.R.I.D.A.Y., what am I looking at?”

“Not sure, I'm working on it.”

Your father then faces Dr Strange. “Hey! You might wanna put that Time Stone in your back pocket, Doc!”

Dr. Strange moves his hands and now bands of spells were readied around his forearms. “Might wanna use it.”

A mechanical hum grows louder as you, Bruce, your dad and Strange approach the intersection with Wong following behind. As you turn around the corner, you see a huge circular ship floating over Bleecker Street.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., evac anyone south of 43rd Street, notify first responders,” you spoke as you readied up, your suit emitting a golden glow. “Make sure they set a perimeter 6 blocks from this area.”

“Will do.”

Doctor Strange throws some kind of spell that forms a strong wind over Bleeker Street before winking at your father who was begrudgingly amused for a split second.

The dust cleared and suddenly two aliens, one large and one small wearing a robe, exited the ship by what seemed to be a transmat.

The two aliens seemed emotionless and threatening as they spoke.

“Hear me, and rejoice. You are about to die at the hands of the Children of Thanos. Be thankful, that your meaningless lives are now contributing to-“

“I'm sorry, Earth is closed today,” your father cut him off, echoing his usual sarcastic self. “You better pack it up and get outta here.”

“Stone keeper,” the alien spoke, looking at Doctor Strange. He then gestures to your father. “Does this chattering animal speak for you?”

“Certainly not. I speak for myself,” Dr Strange spoke, as he hit his wrists together and formed a magicial shield before stepping forward. “But you’re trespassing in this city and on this planet.”

Wong copied his actions and formed shields around his fists. Peter got in an attack stance, placing a mask on his face whilst your suit begun emitting quantum energy more profoundly that your hair was floating up.

“It means get lost, Squidward!” Tony yelled at him. You saw your father’s fists clench and his whole body tense up.

Your father did not want a fight, you know that. He, just like you, wanted to continue your day without a worry in the world.

The alien looked displeased and stood his ground arrogantly. “You all exhaust me.”

He then turned to his bigger friend, lifting an arm up. “Bring me the Stone.”

The alien lets out three untranslated syllables. He drops his huge alien hammer and drags it along as he obeys his brethren.

“Banner, you want a piece?” Your father had asked Bruce.

“Cool!” Peter spoke excitedly, getting up from his fighting position. “We get to see the hulk?”

“When do I ever get what I want?” Bruce muttered to himself as he took a step forward. Bruce attempts to release the Hulk. Instead of Hulk coming out easily, the most that turns green is Bruce's neck. It almost looks painful to watch.

“Been a while,” your father had replied patiently, watching as the alien neared. “Good to have you back buddy.”

“I just-“ Banner stopped, trying to get himself to hulk out. “I need to concentrate here for one second. Come on, come on, man.”

“Are you okay Bruce?” You had asked him, walking over to him to rub his shoulder. “Because at this rate your more likely to shit yourself then hulk out and we don’t need that right now.”

“Me and Hulk are having a thing.”

“There’s no time for a thing!”

“Don’t you think I know!”

“Uh guys,” Peter spoke, pointing at the alien who was now running towards you guys. “I don’t think we have time for the Hulk to show up fashionably late.”

Bruce gives out a loud grunt, but fails to release the Hulk once again. Doctor Strange stares at your dad and Bruce in disbelief, making your dad face Bruce. “Dude, you're embarrassing me in front of the wizards.”

As the giant alien approaches the team, your father dons his nanotech Iron Man suit in the space of three steps. He grows a shield on one arm to protect himself, then grows a set of blasters that easily throw the giant back to his master who gestures and deflects his massive companion into some cars.

“Where'd that come from?” Bruce had asked excitedly. Your father smirked at him, showing off his suit.

“It's nano-tech. You like it? A little someth-“

Before your father finished his sentence, the alien creates a spike of earth that throws your father far up.

You feel anger bubbling within you as you clench your fist. “You’re gonna regret that.”

You fly over to him, your whole body emmitting a yellow bright light as you pulled your fist up, ready to punch him before Maw, the alien, lifts up his hand, throwing a car at you.

Before it hits you, your father returns and joins the fight, pushing a car thrown by Maw back at him. Maw cuts it in half and lets the pieces fly past him, untouched.

While he’s cutting the car in half, you let out a quantum blast, knocking him to the end of the street.

Your father looked at Stephen, his face now serious. “Gotta get that stone outta here, now.”

“It stays with me.”

“Exactly. Bye. Y/N, come with me,” your dad speaks before flying off.

“No. You, Strange and Wong fight off the beast and take Bruce with you,” you replied back in the comms. “Peter and I have got Voldemort.”

“Okay little miss bossy.”

You nod at Peter as Strange and Wong open a portal where both of them and Bruce disappear into.

“Just like we practiced,” you told Peter, as you saw Maw get up, dusting his attire. Peter nodded up at you, getting in position.

He shot an electric web at you, powering up your suit, before you shot a surge of quantum energy at Maw, blinding him.

You had five secound to attack Maw before the temporary blindness from the light would fade away. This had to be quick or else you’d both be at a disadvantage.

Peter grabbed you by the waist and webbed the surface of a building. He then swung over to Maw who was currently rubbing his eyes, letting out an incoherent sentence.

Peter made one final big swing before letting go of your waist. You swung your fist back, flying down with full speed as quantum energy surged throughout your body.

You punched Maw with full power, forcing him 3 meters down the earth’s surface. Peter then webbed you back up before throwing a timed-web bomb down the hole.

You breathed in heavily as Peter swung back to your side. “Don’t get too excited, he’s an alien. They usually need more than just a big hit to stay down.”

And just as you predicted, Maw surged out of the floor, using a piece of the road to levitate. “Let’s try this again shall we.”

Maw lifted up a finger, causing a massive rock to hurdle towards you. Peter quickly picked you up once again, and webbed you up into a balcony before the car would hit you.

“You sure do hate cars.”

Maw looked at you both angrily, getting sick of you guys. You gave him a little smirk before flying off the balcony and towards his direction.

You shot quantum blasts at him. While he was distracted trying to not get hit, you took a sneaky shot near the building next to him.

You got out of the way as the building started following towards him. But it was too slow. Maw had caught it his telekinetic powers, his arms up as he let out a groan.

Peter took this as an opportunity to swing down and kick him in the stomach but before he did, Maw quickly released the building and bended metal scraps around his wrists and ankles to the wall.

“I can’t move!” Peter spoke, trying to break free from the grips of the metal but failing to do so. What kind of power did this alien possess to have him stuck like this with metal scraps, he had thought.

“Can’t spiders shoot webs from their ass?” You yelled over to him while fighting maw at the same time. You moved your head to the side, narrowingly missing the pipe he threw towards your head.

“No I can’t!” Peter yelled back, not believing what you just said to him. “I’m not an actual spider!”

“So you’re a fraud,” you told him as you shot at Maw which he kept deflecting with various metallic items. “You’re Fraudelent man.”

“No I’m not!”

Maw moved both his hands up, now two flying cars surging towards you from either side. Before you could react, Dr Strange appeared, creating a portal behind you so that the cars wouldn’t go through you.

He then went over to Maw fighting him whilst you ran up to Peter. You drew your wrist back. “Close your eyes.”

Peter obliged and closed his eyes as you sent a blast at his wrists and ankle, setting him free. “There you go.”

“Well that was fun,” Peter had muttered to himself. “I thought today was just going to be lunch before we go back to the avengers compound to sing happy birthday, but apparently no.”

You see your father fly past you and over to Dr Strange who was being taken by the alien. It seemed like Dr Strange was unconscious and that Maw was taking him and the stone with him.

“Shit,” you whispered before looking at Peter. “We have to stop that alien from getting the stone.”

Peter nodded, rubbing his wrists before following you and your dad to where Strange was being teloported.

Peter webbed your foot as you flew up to the spaceship. You struggled to fly due to the turbulence that Peter caused from being webbed up to your foot.

“Pete, you’re making it really hard to fly!”

“I’m sorry if I want to save the world with you guys but don’t have wings!”

You put a little more effort to flying up, nearing closer and closer to the space ship. You felt the edge of the spaceship in your fingertips before quickly picking yourself up and holding on to the spaceship.

“I-I can’t breathe!” Peter gasped as his eyes was closing and opening his eyes. He ripped off the web from your foot and held onto the spaceship tightly instead.

“Unlock 17-A,” you heard your father speak to F.R.I.D.A.Y. You knew what 17A was. It was the suit your dad spent all night working on.

“Pete you gotta let go!” You spoke to him as you held onto the space ship yourself, feeling the wind pushing your hair around.

Peter didn’t want to let go. He was scared of heights. But he was forced to let go after losing consciousness.

Peter started free-falling, but not for long before the pod reaches him. It attaches itself to him, becoming the Iron Spider suit.

Now being able to breathe, Peter lands on a bottom part of the ship, standing up heroically. You smile at him, watching as he looked at the suit in surprise.

“Mr. Stark, it smells like a new car in here!” He yelled over to your father.

“Happy trails, kid.” Your father had replied before speaking to his suit. “F.R.I.D.A.Y, send him home.”

A large parachute extends from the new suit, snatching Peter free of the ship's hull and him spiraling back to Earth. “Oh come on!”

“You should go home too,” your father told you as he latches onto the hull and cuts a hole to board the ship, looking for wherever Strange and Ebony Maw went.

“Well I’m not,” you spoke back in defiance as you too looked for where the surgeon had been taken to. “We’re in this together!”

“If you don’t turn around right now I swear to Thor that I will-“

“Boss, incoming call from Miss Potts,” F.R.I.D.A.Y spoke, making your dad sigh before answering. You walked a little further, trying to give him some privacy and also find Strange.

You ran your fingertips along the walls that were made out of steel, with multiple pipes running along. The lack of insulation in the ship was making you cold.

It also didn’t help that you were in outer space, where temperatures were even colder. You put your arms around yourself, determined to heat your body back up.

The ship however, was quiet. Eerily quiet. And this ship had looked like it was going in a coordinated location due to the lack of motion.

You were walking around, trying not to make a sound.

And that’s when you felt it.

A sickening feeling in your stomach that told you one thing.

This was a one-way trip and some of you weren’t coming back.

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evanstarff · 5 years ago

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Stay The Night

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1650

Summary: Steve Rogers comes over to do laundry – maybe see a friend.

Warnings: ANGST. Hurt/comfort. Smut, face-riding. It’s smut – you must be over 18 to read this.

A/N: Day 4 of 7 in the countdown to my favourite asshole's 101st birthday a.k.a the one where I can't stop thinking about Steve in those five years after The Snap.

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It was raining when Steve entered the elevator, those worn-weary clothes folded and pressed into the firm line of his hip.

“Hey,” he greeted, ocean eyes meeting your own, his face lean, worn, and the always present exhaustion filling the lines of a handsome face; one that had seen too much and grown too little, no shadow of gold to shield him now replaced with shadows of the gone.

“Hey Rogers,” you smiled, small and slow, tasting the strangeness of it in your face. Your eyes held his own for a little while and time seemed to grow smaller and longer in equal measure. The collar of his navy sweater sat neat against his neck as he slipped two fingers below the hemline, into the shadow of secrets places you tasted too many times before. The flash of muscle and skin set off a tremor in your heart and you looked away, grateful for the doors sliding open.

“See you later at the debrief?” he asked, a small offering, watching you exit the doors with an expression you couldn’t quite place.

“Sure,” you replied, fingers fiddling. “Nat might not be there,” A pause, concern flashing through his face and he felt the calm smile settle on his shoulders. “She’s alright – had something to take care of,” you finished lamely, thinking of how she would float through conversations with Rhodey, with Steve, you, and all the ghosts living in the space between.

“I’ll see you,” you breathed and Steve nodded, watching the doors slid shut.

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It was a smaller mission, nothing too tenuous with the way everything seemed to feel wrong in this broken patchwork of time. Words slid about, disjointed and bargained with the feeling of not quite all there, until the familiar faces of the remaining team disappeared into crystal blue pillared lights. Steve watched you disappear soon after, tight smile on your lips, apologetic and simple before slipping away. He wandered to his too-large quarters in the too-large compound, laundry folded and collected, dinner – attempted, edible, and midnight came too slow, then too soon and he was restless, on edge and wide awake, wandering down the deep expanse of the gym in the smallest of hours and a familiar ache in his soul.

Muscle memory came easily, hot and fast, and some semblance of feeling prickled through his skin, and really, it was the fewest of ways to feel when things no longer made sense. Fists connected with the gym bag, savage, brutal, knuckles going sore, bruised blue, and he was almost grateful for the dulling pain, the hush of the rain pouring sheets outside.

The softest of knocks in the early dim of dawn when the rain settled to the lightest hum, then an open door as Steve’s face emerged calm, a little pained and then you were embracing him, feeling the hard lines of his broad and tightened form easing just a touch. He pulled you closer, closer, closer, clothes threadbare between you, lifting you – finally kissing you, his mouth breathless and warm on yours amongst the sheets that tasted of cold grief and the hollowed space of things that no longer fit.

The first kiss had been different, light and chaste and all too few months ago when it got too much, tension wound too tight, tears stinging and angry and wounded. You'd been careful, he slow, restrained, then desperate and absolute in equal, jagged parts, any way to grasp some kind of feeling, some kind of truth. It was terrible and wondrous, learning how he worked, how he liked it, how you liked it. Was it like this before, did he like this before, what was it like before, until somewhere through the sorrow, you remembered the inkling of what before used to feel like.

Now it was rushed, his lips on your throat, pulling you, pushing you, holding you over his mouth and parting your thighs with his hard hands. He sank his tongue into you, then long, clever fingers into your cunt all earnest and hot, a tenderness edged with the residue of despair.

“Fuck, Steve,” you cried, soft, back arching, knuckles ripe through his burnished hair beneath you as your thighs shook, hips jerking upwards as he held you down over his desperate face, a smothered comfort. It always seemed to start this way, this frantic beginning, the rush of trying to bottle up the feeling, swallow it in one fell swoop, make it burn away the parts of you – the parts of him that grieved and cried and died.

You were all loose-limbed and shivery skin when he let you go, his mouth having worked you through the first wave and tempered you towards the second before he helped you off him, hair golden and wild. Steve shifted you, face to sweet, gracious face and held you, precious and adored if not for the slow smear of sadness that seemed to pass from his kisses to your own, and that was no matter, that was perfectly fine, enough, something akin to enough. It was easy to kiss him, taste him, your slick on his mouth, salty sweet as your hands melded to hold him, pull him near somehow, feel him in all his aching sorrow and splendour.

The sweater long forgotten now, peeled and parted from the long lines of his body, skin smooth, marbled and cold despite the radiating heat beneath your palms. His hands on your trembling body, drifting up your sides, catching your hips, fitting you to his palms and you were sure you might dissolve into infinite pieces.

"I had the most inappropriate thoughts of you," he whispered, tight almost desperate against your neck, fitting himself perfectly as his cock sank breathless relief into your cunt. “During the debrief, I just–”

"Tell me," A kiss, hungry and absolute, ragged breath and your fingertips on his mouth. "Show me."

The feeling settled now into a nervous silence, half-held in place by a truly desperate desire that grew trying and tempered in between. It was easier not to look at him when he moved with you, those ocean eyes earnest and astonished and pained all at once. It was easier to bury your cheek into his clavicle as he pulled little noises from your mouth, pushing little groans, almost strangled to your throat. It was easier because it was too much, too overwhelming, this feeling, this moment, crystallised and soft in equal parts, where all things came to a head in this finite sliver of time.

Steve slowed, brought his mouth up to kiss you and slipped out with a ragged groan as he turned you on your side, chest to back and pushing back into the warm, slick of you and god, yes, this angle was better, easier to feel, easier to distance one another from the intimacy and just focus on the feeling of him driving into you, slow and agonising. His arm wrapped tight across your chest, bicep firm, a hand resting on your throat, a little heavy, entirely wanted with his lips breathless against the shell of your ear.

It was harder, heavier and so became the rain, pounding on the windows in the grey of the morning, bleeding gloom through the deep expanse of the room, glory through the sheets. Steve moved past some distant point of no return now, hips driving long, fitful against your ass, fierce and fast, and it was just the rain, just this, this feeling, of feeling, of being – a reminder you were still here, you could still be, take, have, feel.

A fog of noise, skin slipping against skin, gasping, tears pricking in the corners, then a soft, almost astonished moan and Steve was coming, his body convulsing against your back and turning your head to kiss you hard and hot and hungry, groaning in your mouth as his cock stuttered, come warm in your cunt, sweet relief.

Small infinities passed as he softened, still inside you, slick and sweet and sad, and it was nice for a time, until the distraction of him slipped away and the ache of it came back, the full agonising rush came back with a deep and heavy sorrow that had him burying his face against the curve of your neck and shoulder, face damp and quiet. He sighed after a time and the sound heaved through him like he didn't know what to do with it.

You turned, moved so he slipped out of you, come sliding down your thighs and Steve moved to get up, go to the bathroom, help you clean up. You stopped him, pressed your hands to his face, cradled as if in worship and felt him go very still, those eyes blue and bared and broken.

Hands shook from the comedown and Steve let his palms rest on your waist, and yes, this was real, this anchor that held him, kept him from drifting further away through the waves of loss, of grief, of that feeling in his hollowed heart. And yet he chose to stay, to hold you, feel you, closer somehow, skin to skin, a warmth radiating amidst the chill and weight of discontent and despair.

“I don’t know what to do,” he was saying distantly, some words, trying to fit them together in his mouth. “How to move on, how to make sense of it, live like this, I just–”

A shiver traced through your skin at his words and the silence grew colder now. You wrapped your legs with his own, pulling him to your chest, trying to keep the warmth for a little longer, keep the grey from creeping in for just a little while more, and perhaps it was alright now, perhaps it was okay to be, okay to feel – it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, a mantra to keep yourself from the edge of disintegration, comfort in rations.

Perhaps, it was enough.

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vivxwrites · 5 years ago

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101 Candles

*not my gif*

Word Count: 2507 (holy shit)

Summary: You reunite with the avengers after a year of being away for Steve’s birthday party. While there, you reconnect with Natasha.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

A/N: This is the longest fic I’ve ever written but I think I like how it turned out. I wrote it for 4th of July/Steve’s Birthday, I hope you enjoy it :)

“Happy Birthday Steve! My god, you’re 101 years old today, aren't you?” Steve looked like he hadn’t aged a day since you last saw him. The only difference that you spotted was the beard that sat on his once clean face. You thought it suited him.

“(Y/N)! Holy crap is that you? It’s been so long!” Steve exclaimed. He swept you up in a bear hug and squeezed you tightly. You felt bad that you didn’t visit with the avengers but you couldn’t bare facing them after your breakup with Nat. They were her family first and she deserved to have them. The last thing you wanted to do was hurt Nat, even after the breakup.

“Language.” You wheezed. “I missed you too Stevie.” He pulled back from the hug and laughed jovially. The fact that he was still the same old Steve, even after all the challenges the team faced, warmed your heart.

“You’re still going to tease me about that, are you? Even after all these years?” Steve asked with a grin on his face.

A smirk grew on your face. ��You know it, Cap.” you quipped back. He shook his head and laughed again. The two of you chatted amicably and it felt like you had never left. The conversation flowed easily and it only stopped when Sam called Steve over to the grill.

“Get over here and flip some burgers slacker.” Sam hollered across the lawn. You and Steve traded goodbyes and he walked over to the grill. Your eyes scanned the party, seeing groups of your old friends chatting and your chest ached with emotion. You pushed it away and made your way over to the drink table to pour yourself some punch. You finished pouring your punch and turned to find somewhere to sit when you saw that Tony was approaching you fast. You collected your emotions and put on a smile.

“Well, well well. Who do we have here?” Tony asked. He took your drink from your hand and before you could protest poured alcohol from his flask into the cup. You rolled your eyes good naturedly and accepted the cup back from him.

“Just lil ol’ me, Tones. Were you expecting someone else?” He pulled you into a hug and the two of you stayed like that for a couple of minutes. Before you left the avengers you and Tony were best friends and supported each other through everything. You helped him through his separation with Pepper and he helped you sort out your feelings for Nat. Tears sprang to your eyes as you realized how much you had missed him. “I’m sorry for leaving Tony. I should have never left.”

Tony pulled back from the embrace just enough to make eye contact with you. He wiped the tears that fell from your eyes and cupped both of your cheeks. “They’ll be none of that now. You’re here now and we don’t have to dwell on it. We can discuss that another time. Let’s just enjoy today. I missed you, (Y/N).” Tony’s kind words caused more tears to roll down your face and he wiped those away too. “Romanoff is here, you know.” he spoke those words gently.

You felt yourself flinch. “I know.” you said with a small voice. You knew that your ex-girlfriend Natasha would be here but you weren’t sure if you were ready to face her. You could tell that the second you laid eyes on her all of your past feelings would come back and that scared you. You took a few deep breaths and put your mask back on. “I know.” you repeated.

Tony gave you a sympathetic look. You knew that he understood all too well the pain of seeing an ex lover. “Take a sip of that drink. You have 15 seconds to enjoy it until I drag you over to talk to the rest of your friends.” You did as Tony said and composed yourself once more. He wrapped an arm over your shoulders and led you to a group of chatting avengers.

Among the group you spotted Thor, Bucky, Rhodey, Bruce, and two women you didn’t recognize. One was blond with short hair and bright, brown eyes and the other was a tan brunette with braided hair and the same eye color as the former. The latter was perched on the former’s lap, though not due to a lack of chairs. You thought they looked cute together.

Thor’s booming voice calling out your name startled you a little. You looked up and noticed that the whole group was looking at you. You tried not to squirm at all the attention and fought back the blush you felt creeping up your neck. Thor hopped up, embraced you and swung you around in his arms. “Thor! Put me down!” you giggled and once both of your feet were back on the ground you smiled brightly at Thor.

“Lady (Y/N), I’m glad to see you have returned. You look as dashing as ever.” Thor smiled back at you.

“Why you look mighty dashing yourself, Thor.” you responded. You turned to the rest of the boys present and gave them a wave and a smile for a greeting, which they returned. Next you turned to the two women, “Hello, I don’t think we’ve met. I’m (Y/N).” You gave them both a kind smile and extended your hand for a handshake.

They both shook your hand and the blond one spoke first. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, especially after hearing so much about you. I’m Carol.” Your smile turned into a warm one at Carol’s introduction.

“All good things, I hope.” You responded. You really had no clue what she had heard about you and you hoped that it wasn’t anything bad, given the circumstances that you had left in.

Carol’s companion spoke up next, “Oh rest assured, they were all good things. I’m Valkyrie by the way” she teased. You tensed at that and your mind began to race. What the hell was that supposed to mean?

Carol swatted Valkyrie and gave her a look. “She’s only teasing. Tell us more about yourself, (Y/N).” You felt relief flood your system. You proceeded to talk to Carol and Valkyrie, you told them stories about your time with the avengers and the guys chimed in with some stories of their own too. You learned that Valkyrie was Asgardian, like Thor and that she and Carol had been dating for six months now. Carol was human but she had been kidnapped by aliens and absorbed the powers of the Tesseract. They met through Thor, who had introduced them hoping to cheer up Valkyrie regarding her past and you decided not to prod on exactly what her past entailed. You enjoyed talking with Carol and Valkyrie, they were new and refreshing and made you feel like you belonged.

When your stomach started grumbling you bid the group goodbye and made your way over to the grill. Sam was tending to it and he looked up as you approached. “Now that’s a face I haven’t seen in a while. Come give me some sugar.” Sam greeted warmly.

You laughed at his antics but wrapped him up in a hug anyways. He gave you a wet kiss on the cheek. “Hello to you too, Sam. What’s new with you, Falcon?” You and Sam were never super close but you still considered him a friend. You loved his sense of humor and how charming he could be. Watching him pull pranks on the other avengers never failed to make you laugh.

“Same old, same old. Just saved the world a couple times, no biggy.” Sam shrugged as if it were no big deal. Your body shook with laughter. Sam always knew how to make you laugh. “What can I get you to eat?”

You chose a meal and sat down by yourself to eat it while collecting your thoughts. You hadn’t caught a glimpse of Nat yet but you knew you couldn’t avoid her forever. You thought about what you would say to her. The two of you were together for two years before your relationship ended and those two years were the best years of your life. Coming home to her after missions and having someone to clean and kiss all of your cuts better filled your heart with love. She made you better and you had thought you did the same for her until one night you found out the truth. You had told her that you loved her and she froze. Something in her eyes didn’t look right and she turned to you and told you that love was for children. She told you that she didn’t love you in the same way and that she had thought the two of you were just fooling around. Your heart broke and you stared at her in shock. You remember how much of a fool you felt like and how you ran to your room, packed a suitcase, jumped in your car, and never looked back. You squeeze your eyes shut and willed the tears climbing to the surface away. Even after everything with Nat, you still loved her. You hated that you loved her, even after a year had gone by and you cursed your stupid heart.

Your wallowing in self pity was interrupted by the announcement that it was time for cake. You stood up, brushed off your pants, and made your way over to the cake table. Once Tony finished lighting all 101 candles, because of course there were 101 separate candles, he walked over and stood next to you. Everyone gathered around the table and you snuck glances at the guests you had yet to talk to. Clint, Wanda, and Nat. You sucked in a breath and reached over to hold Tony’s hand. He let you squeeze his hand and gave you a squeeze of understanding in return.

Steve, who was now wearing a birthday hat, stood in front of the cake. With a countdown of 3, 2, 1, the group sang happy birthday to Steve with a few “cha cha cha’s” thrown in there by Sam. Everyone cheered after Steve blew out the candles with a contagious grin on his face. He thanked everyone and began to cut the cake, which you now noticed nearly took up the entire table. Tony grabbed a slice for the two of you when you felt eyes on your back. You tensed up and waited a few seconds, already anticipating who the eyes belonged to. You prepared yourself for the highly anticipated moment and turned around to face Nat.

Woah, you thought. She looked gorgeous. She still had her signature red hair and her twinkling green eyes. You discreetly glanced at her body and noticed that somehow her muscles seemed more defined than the last time you saw her, something that you thought was impossible. You met her eyes and were hit with all the emotions you still felt for Natasha. They swirled around your head as you and Nat just stared at each other. Her eyes had a question in them and you weren’t sure what to think about the fact that you knew what it was, how to communicate with her sans words, after a year of being apart. You answered the unspoken question by walking towards a more private area.

She followed you silently and you looked out into the distance, taking notice of how the tree line met the horizon. You swallowed your emotions and looked at Nat once more. She met your eyes and you finally found the courage to speak. “Did you mean what you said?” For a whole year now you wished you knew the answer. You’ve analyzed that day at least a billion times now and tried to make sense of why she said what she did.

Nat seemed to expect your question. She thought out her reply and then spoke, “No.” A one word reply that shook you to the core. Nat always did have a way of flipping your world upside down and she practically made your mind do a 540 with her answer. You heart thudded against your ribcage and your mind was overwhelmed with thoughts. “I didn’t think about what I was saying. Those words have been drilled into my brain since I was a child and they always seem to ruin everything, even now.” You were silent as you processed Natasha’s sentence. She continued, “As soon as you ran out of the room I realized what I had said to you. I realized that I ruined everything just because I was too scared to admit to myself that I loved you. I wanted to tell you, (Y/N), but when I went to find you, you were gone and I was too late. I don’t know what you’ve been doing this past year but now that you’re in front of me, I have to tell you. I have to tell you before I’m too late. I love you, I loved you then and I still love you now.” She shed a few tears but quickly wiped them away, not wanting to seem weak.

Red Room, you cursed that wretched place. You cursed yourself too, for being a coward. If you hadn’t fled the scene Nat might have had a chance to explain herself. Stupid (Y/N), stupid. You looked up at Natasha, “This whole year I thought that my running away was justified. I got too swept up in my emotions and I didn’t process your words as much as I should’ve.” You gently grasped Natasha’s hand in both of yours. “It was incredibly unfair of me to leave so suddenly and I’m so incredibly sorry to have been such a coward.”

Nat cut you off before you could finish. “But you weren’t being a coward. What I said hurt you and you did what you had to do to recover.” You gave Natasha a watery smile and shook your head.

“I’m still guilty, Nat. Don’t put all of the blame on yourself when this situation is just as much my fault.” You took a breath and collected your thoughts once more. “I still love you Natasha. Being here today, talking with everyone, and talking with you has made me realize that I want to come back. I want to be an avenger again, and I want to be with you, if you’ll have me.” When you met Nat’s eyes, yours were riddled with hope. She blinked back at you and smiled.

“Of course I’ll have you. Everyone’s missed you so much. I’ve missed you so much.” You and Nat gazed into each other’s eyes and you felt your body leaning in on its own accord. Natasha leaned in and you saw her eyes flicking from yours to your lips. She leaned in and the last thing you saw before your lips met hers were the fireworks exploding in the distance.

A/N: Hi again, I hope you liked the fic. Don’t be afraid to let me know what you think, feedback is appreciated. Feel free to check out my other fics too :)

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clowd009 · 1 year ago

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DAY 3 OF DRAWING RANDOM CHARACTERS I LIKE UNTIL MY BIRTHDAY ARRIVES :

ENA [DBBQ]

#ena #ena dream bbq #nat's birthday countdown!!#nat/cloud9 art #this was meant to be uploaded much earlier but I fell asleep and my phone died so WHOOPS

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pocketfulofrogers · 5 years ago

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The one where sneaking out goes wrong

Pairing: Clint Barton x Daughter!Reader, eventual Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: It was supposed to be an easy in and out

Notes: Testing the waters with an OC I’ve turned into a reader insert, still a part of my drabble series. Prequel to a MCU rewrite I’m not sure I’ll ever publish, but maybe one day. Ptichka means ‘little bird’.

Rust and gun powder, glass shards trickling red down your forearms. You bite your lip to stop the trembling and try to push yourself up, but your hands are slick with your own blood.

Foolish, foolish little girl.

It’s quiet, save the leaky pipe dripping sour water in the distance- the odd creak in the old foundation of this warehouse. Your ears pick up on the sound of heavy footsteps drawing closer, thick tread breaking glass pieces. He’s cocky, believes he’s at the advantage here. You refuse to admit he probably is.

Pressing yourself as close to the crate you’re hiding behind as you can, you try to map his movements. He chuckles, low and vicious, and assume he’s found the trail of blood you must have left.

You check your pistol; withhold the groan the strain puts on the bullet wound on your shoulder. The deep red sticking black cotton to your skin makes it itch.

It’s empty. From your count, he has about 7 rounds left and all you have is a knife tucked into your boot. A gift from Natasha for your 16th birthday a few months ago.

Easy enough. Right?

You didn’t know much about the man trying to kill you, and that was only the third biggest mistake you had made tonight. Apparently, you’d grown sloppy in your restlessness.

The first was definitely not telling anyone where you had gone, the second? Not bringing enough ammo for the amount of people you didn’t know were going to be there.

He went by the alias Arjun, an arms dealer with an impressive body count. Oil slick hair with sunken eyes and a charming smirk that perhaps once swooned impressionable woman, but would now make them hold their purses a little tighter. He was looking to branch out into stolen intel. Specifically, from a SHIELD agent that had turned.

Clint had almost had him before he disappeared a little over a year ago. When a contact you had heard whispers of his return, you swiped the file using a badge you lifted.

“When did SHIELD start sending children to do their work for them?” He taunts.

“About the same time they realized you weren’t actually that big of a threat.” You throw back, gripping your blade tightly.

He tsks. “It’s not wise to underestimate.”

His footsteps draw closer and a countdown begins in your head. 15 seconds before he rounds the corner, 5 to get the gun, and another 5 to kill him before he kills you. You watch as his shadow approaches and pauses and hold your breath.

“I’ve heard whispers of the Angel, an enhanced child SHIELD raised to be the perfect agent, a great killer. I have to say, not impressed.”

His boot breaches your eyeline and you’ve sunk the blade deep into his foot before he’s even seen you. When you rip it out, a ragged scream tears from his throat, bright red blood splatters across your face. He raises his gun to your chest, but you grab the inside of his wrist and push.

The crate beside you explodes wooden shards as the bullet tears through.

You lock eyes with him, see fear coated in rage within his dark iris, and push the blade into his gut. He snarls with the twist of your wrist, and you swallow your nausea at the feel of warm liquid soaking your fingers.

He slips from your grasp, hits the concrete with a thud. Words gurgle in the back of his throat when you kick the gun from his weak grasp. Kneeling down, you hide the pain from your injuries with a smirk.

“It’s not wise to underestimate.” You echo.

He chuckles, a sickening sound that flecks dark blood onto his cheek. “Your age shows in your naivety.”

There’s a flash of metal and a searing pain erupts in your side. You fall back and his laughter devolves as he starts to choke on his own blood. His eyes grow wide, his mouth slacks, and his head lulls to the side. Lifeless orbs stare back at you and you feel sick.

The air outside is cold and damp, the smell of salt thick in the air. You only manage to make it half a block before you collapse- ignoring the rough grit of the brick wall on your back.

The sun had just broken the horizon, painting a fire within the clouds and your eyes well up. You pull out your phone and your finger hovers shakily over the call button. Clint would be asleep, you’re certain no one even knew you had left in the dead of night.

He’d be furious, they all would be, but you had never meant for it to go so wrong. Now the weakness in your arms and legs, the fuzziness on the edge of your vision made you think you didn’t have long. You’re healing hadn’t kicked in and you were starting to fear you wouldn’t even make it until he arrived.

It rings for a while, the sound bounces around your head. There’s a click, a grunt, and some rustling.

“If you’re anywhere other than on these grounds-“

“Dad?” Your voice trembles and there’s more rustling. “I’m sorry I woke you, I just-“ You pause to bite down a sob.

“It’s alright, kiddo, what’s going on?” His tone is softer, lighter. That’s when you know he’s afraid.

“I’m uh… In some trouble.” You manage.

The movement on the other side picks up, he’s whispering to someone. “Ok.” He says calmly.

A sob breaks through and you hear him yelling to the people around him. You look down through tears at the red soaking your hands, the puddle of blood growing beneath you.

Another sob.

“It’ really bad.” You choke out.

He hasn’t heard you so afraid before, so vulnerable, in a long time. “Ok, it’s alright we’re coming to get you now.”

You bite your lip, attempt to steel yourself. “I’m not sure I’ll make it that long.” He yells something you can’t make out- your eyelids fall heavy, slip closed. “Will you stay with me?”

“Of course, little bird. We’re close. You have to promise to hold on, though, alright?”

“Mmkay. ’m cold.” You mumble.

He says something you can’t make out; his words fade out- blur together. He repeats your name again and again until he’s yelling. You try to make some kind of sound, a last ‘I love you’, a ‘thank you’, maybe even an ‘I’m sorry’.

The phone falls from your grasp- clatters loudly as your strength dissipates.

Clint Barton is no stranger to fear. It encroaches on his dreams, licks at his heels almost every day. At a young age he learned to control it before it got the chance to take him.

When he finds you soaked in blood, your face bruised and body cut, he swears he has never felt fear like that in his life. He runs, kicks up asphalt with each pounding step, and slides over gravel to get to you. Frantic fingers run along your face, incoherent words slip from his lips.

He takes two fingers and presses them to your neck. He closes his eyes and for the first time, he prays.

He feels the pulsating. It’s soft and slow, but it’s steady. There’s a group of footsteps quickly approaching behind and he brushes the hair from your face, gripping tightly to the small piece of hope he’s been given.

You awaken to fluorescent lights and soft beeps by your head. The familiar itch of a needle in your arm and the smell of antiseptic coating your nostrils brings up unpleasant memories you try to push down. A pressure on your hip distracts you just enough.

Clint’s head rests on you, his arm draped protectively across. His brows are furrowed, bags beneath his eyes. Anxiety is thick in the air. It takes a moment for you to notice the heat as well as the red head sitting in the corner staring daggers at you.

“What the hell were you thinking.” Her viper eyes seep as much venom as her voice.

You try to shift without waking Clint and wince. “Hey Y/N, good to see you, glad you’re not dead. Did you really take out 12 men on your own including Arjun? Why yes, Nat, sure did! Hit a hiccup towards the end, though.”

Natasha rises from her seat, walks slowly towards your beside. You brace yourself for the verbal lashing you know you deserve, but you’re startled by the red of her eyes, the tears sitting on her waterline.

The heat from her anger dissipates.

“Nat,” You start, feeling guilty. “I’m okay, really.” You reach your hand out to hers, run your thumb along her knuckles.

“I don’t think either of us have ever been that scared.” She whispers.

She takes a seat on the chair that was previously occupied by Fury. He had insisted on staying by your side as long as possible, until someone practically dragged him away.

“How much trouble am I in?” You ask tentatively.

Natasha sighs. “You did get him, and four others we’ve been looking for… Fury is less than thrilled, but he’ll never blacklist you. Coulson is pissed at everyone but you. That’s alright, I’m pissed enough for both of us. Clint’s mostly relieved right now. I’m sure you’ll face his wrath in a week or so after you’ve healed.”

“So… punishment TBD?”

She laughs loud enough to stir Clint. “Oh, not at all, ptichka. I’ve been tasked with delivering a punishment that fits the crime.” Your eyes widen and Natasha smiles.

You spend three days getting your ass handed to you in the ring under the guise of training.

#clint barton x reader #steve rogers x reader #clint barton #Steve Rogers #marvel #natasha romanoff #mcu #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers imagine #clint barton imagine #clint barton fan fiction

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caps-lockdown · 5 years ago

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Sweet on You Part 4

Hey everyone I just want to say thank you SO much for all of the love for the past few parts. We are nearing the end of this fluffy piece and I’m so happy everyone has liked it so far!

I own no characters but the MC I created. Also no beta so the errors are all mine!

Words: 3,064

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Rating: PG 13

Summary: Part 4 of my story where everyone has some well hidden secrets. Also a bet.

Warnings: Language and Alcohol consumption. Also some mentions of sexual situations. Otherwise fluff and some tension.

Part 4: Birthday Cake Confessions.

“Another round of shots!”

Sam called as you, Bucky, Nat and Tony all gathered around the bar an hour later, the dancing and alcohol warming your bodies as they celebrated your birthday. You had no idea what you had done to deserve these amazing people but you weren’t letting them go. They were going to be stuck with you.

“Yea! Shots and then cake! And then more shots!” Bucky added, causing a giggle to escape you as you threw back your shot glass. The tequila burned down your throat and you quickly reached for a lime wedge, Nat following suit.

“Where’s Thor and Steve?” Pepper asked, watching everyone and drinking from her water glass.

“Went to get more of Thor’s booze I’d wager.” Bucky stated, smiling at you.

“Well I want cake!” Sam made a point to stamp his foot down on the floor like a five year old and you couldn’t help but chuckle. Bucky only rolled his eyes in response.

“It’s not your birthday sweetheart. On that day you get to decided what to do, okay?” Bucky’s patronizing tone had all of you laughing while the bartender handed you another drink. Bucky patted Sam’s cheek for effect and turned his attention back to you. They were like an old married couple sometimes.

“We have returned!” Thor exclaimed as he, Bruce, and Steve returned to the exhibit room, each holding a glass and smiling at you as they rejoined your party.

“Ladies you don’t need to all go to the bathroom together.” Sam chided and you sputtered into your glass at the joke.

“You’re just mad you weren’t invited.” Bruce shot back and Sam put a hand on his chest.

“Please. Going to the bathroom with a literal god, giant green dude and a super soldier? I’m perfectly capable of feeling sexually threatened all by myself thanks.”

“Can we please have cake now that everyone is back? Sam is getting grouchy.” You asked, everyone agreeing with both statements and you made your way towards the cake. It was a beautiful four tiered cake in your favorite color, stunning sugar flowers adorning it. Simple, but perfect.

Of course there were two giant gold candles in the shape of a three and a zero, but you were pretending not to see them. That dream died the minute Tony lit them, laughing at your blank expression.

“Please don’t sing again, I don’t think my ears can take another helping of that.” You tried, Bucky shaking his head at you and holding up his fingers in a countdown.

“One…two…three. HAPPY BIIIIIRRRTHDAAAY TOOO YOOOU.”

You rolled your eyes although you kept smiling as the team, along with everyone else started singing to you. You didn’t have a pillow this time but it actually didn’t sound that bad for the second time. You guessed it was probably all the extra singers helping drown out Tony’s terrible wailing, Pepper laughing at him as he over exaggerated his voice and hand movements. You shook your head. What a dork.

“And many more…”

“Man I just had major déjà vu.” Your statement had everyone chuckling. You took in a breath and went to blow out your candles, their cheers erupting once you had successfully extinguished them.

“What did you wish for?” Pepper asked while the servers began cutting cake and handing it out to guests. You rejoined your group and looked pointedly at Wanda, more than aware she had read your mind. She pretended to zip her mouth shut and you just smiled at Pepper.

“If I tell it to you it won’t come true.”

“But we all know Steve would gladly let you jump him if you just asked. “

You were quick to slap Bucky hard upside the head, eyes darting around to make sure the Captain in question wasn’t around to hear him. That would have been absolutely mortifying.

“Steve couldn’t and most importantly does not feel that way. Now cool it.”

“How about a wager then?” Bucky waggled his eyebrows at you and in response you tilted your head to the side.

“Such as?”

“If and when I can get good ol’ Stevie to confess his feelings to you, the minute it happens you have to tell this whole party that I am the best at everything and everyone should worship me like the god I am.” You scoffed as he placed his hand out.

“And WHEN he doesn’t, you have to announce to the whole party that you are the world’s biggest idiot who needs to learn to keep his nose out of other people’s affairs. You have until one am. ”

“Deal.” You shook hands and quickly adverted your gaze when Steve came to stand next to you, handing you a plate with a piece of cake.

“Vanilla my favorite! Thanks for remembering Steve.”

“Don’t mention it Doll.”

You smiled at him before digging into your cake, giving a soft moan as you stuffed your face with the heavenly confection. It was probably the best cake you had ever eaten. It wasn’t dry, and it felt lighter than air on your tongue.

“I still think yours is the best.” Tony conceded, the rest of the team agreeing and making you blush.

“You guys are too good to me. I don’t know how to thank you enough for being in my life. Truly.”

“You can start by playing paranoia with us!” Sam piped up, coming into view with Bruce, both of them holding trays of shots and drinks. You groaned but nodded.

“I guess I don’t have a choice do I? Who’s all in?”

“We’re game!” Wanda motioned for her and Nat, Thor holding up his finger as he continued to eat cake. Tony nodded while Pepper shook her head, kissing her husband before walking away to find other things to do. Bucky made you nervous as he rubbed his hands together. Shit this could not be good.

“Well if it’s what the birthday girl wants. Shall we find somewhere comfortable?” Steve agreed, making you blush as he offered you an arm.

Taking it, you allowed him to lead you to an area where large round tables were set up. You took a seat as Nat and Wanda took the seats at your sides, forcing the men to shuffle around each other and squabbling about who got to sit where. Bruce and Sam placed the trays of drinks and shots down, passing them out to everyone so that you each had three shots in front of you.

“Alright everyone it’s an easy enough game, so I’m only going to explain it once.” Sam clapped his hands as you all stared at him. You were beginning to think this was not such a good idea after all.

“When it’s your turn, you get to pick one person on either side of you and ask them a question. But you only get to whisper it to them. For example, I might ask Bruce here who he thinks has the prettiest eyes, but you all won’t know that. Now Bruce knows the question, but can only give the answer out loud to all of us. Next we flip a coin, and if it’s heads he doesn’t have to say what the question was. However if it’s tails he has to say the question out loud, not just the answer. Your chicken shit shots are there to take if you don’t want to say what the question was. But you only get three, after that you’re out of the game. Make sense?”

“And we can ask anything?” Wanda asked, earning a nod from Sam.

“Yep. The weirder the better. Just try to limit it to those here in the group. Being the fact it’s Y/N birthday, she gets to go first.”

“Ooh. Ok. “Clearing your throat and thinking about your question you leaned in to speak into Nat’s ear, cupping your hand around your mouth.

“Out of everyone in the group who have you had a wet dream about?” Her eyes widened as you leaned back, a large smile on your face.

She glared at you before looking down at the table. “Bucky.”

You flipped the coin and it landed on heads, Nat letting out a sigh in relief before taking a moment to think about her question. She leaned to her left and whispered into Sam’s ear, his laughter ringing out and causing the table to jump.

“Aww hell Nat. You know I’d pick Y/N.” You choked on your drink as his coin landed on tails. He just smiled brightly at you.

“The question was who I would ask to help bury a body. Y/N you have everyone’s back in here, no questions asked. You’re also quiet and know how to keep a secret. That was a no brainer.” You laughed and shook your head, the game moving along the circle.

“Thor.” Bruce said with a stoic expression, smiling when it landed on heads.

“Wanda and Y/N.” Bucky continued to shake his head as he downed a shot, the two of you in question looking to each other. Guess you would never know.

You found out Thor would trade bodies with Steve for a day if he could.

“What? He’s in fantastic shape, look at his arms!” Thor motioned to him, Steve rolling his eyes and bringing up an arm to flex. Sam and Bucky made girlish noises and pretended to swoon as Bruce pretended to fan himself.

“You lot are ridiculous.” Steve winked at your comment while you drank from your glass. They weren’t wrong. But they were ridiculous.

“Nat” Steve answered his question sheepishly, smiling wide when getting to remain silent.

Later on about forty five minutes into the game you looked at all the competition left. Tony, Wanda, and Bruce were all out and just watching, having taken all of their chicken shots to evade questions. So were Sam and Thor. Nat and Steve each only had one shot left. You and Bucky all still had two shots a piece.

Everyone had decided to switch seats around so you were all sitting next to someone new. It also helped weed out the non players who took to sitting around the outside of the table. You were already regretting sitting between Sam and Bucky. Nat took her seat next to Sam on your left putting Steve on Bucky’s right, finishing the table.

“Alright Stevie,” Bucky clapped his friend on his shoulder, motioning him in closer to him as he whispered his question. Steve quickly shot back in his chair and repeatedly shook his head.

“Come on you gotta answer. Those are the rules, right Sammy?”

“Don’t call me that man.” Sam grimaced and you giggled, Steve looking considerably more and more uncomfortable at his predicament.

“It’s ok Steve it can’t be that bad.” Nat tried reassuring him who only shot her an icy look.

“Shit maybe it is then. Sorry.”

Steve looked up to the ceiling for a few moments, gaining his composure and setting his jaw into a poker face of sorts. Leaning forward into his chair he locked eyes with you before sighing.

“Y/N.”

“Alright time for the coin of truth!” Thor announced, Bucky flipping it into the air.

The world seemed to stop as you and Steve continued to look at each other, his eyes boring into yours as you waited to hear the result. He looked like a mixture of angry and…hurt? Like something was eating away at him.

“Tails! Fess up buddy!” Sam pointed his finger at Steve, who didn’t break your staring contest. You stopped breathing when he went to open his mouth, anticipation killing you to know what the question was.

Instead he remained silent, his gaze turning into a pained expression as he brought his last shot up to his lips and downed it. Everyone but you groaned in exasperation as he stood up from the table and left, your eyes lingering on his back until he vanished from view.

“Awh Hell now I don’t want to even play anymore.” Sam whined, Nat nodding and Bucky looking at you with a sly grin.

“Perhaps we shall get back to the merriment? It is Y/N’s birthday after all!” Thor exclaimed, the rest of your friends cheering before downing the rest of their shots and standing up to rejoin the party.

“You coming?” Nat asked as she reached a hand out to you, which you took to stand up.

“No thanks. I’m gonna go find Rogers. He didn’t look alright just now and I’m worried.”

Downing your two shots back to back you squared your shoulders and headed into the sea of people looking for Steve. Thankfully some of the guests had left the party after cake, so there weren’t as many to stop you along the way.

It didn’t take you long to find out from a server that he got a drink and had began to wander about the museum. Thanking the woman you grabbed two fresh drinks and headed out of the exhibit, making sure to tell Tony on your way out. You had a feeling you knew exactly where he had gone.

You found him shortly after rounding a corner in the Avenger’s exhibit, smiling to yourself as he stared at his first suit. His back was to you but he knew someone had been coming up behind him because he stiffened as you neared him. Your eyes wandered down to the now empty glass on the floor as you made your way closer to him. You said nothing as you stood next to him, looking up at his suit in quiet admiration. What a long journey he had gone through.

“I’m sorry I took off like that. It was rude.” His voice was hoarse and you offered a small smile.

“Don’t apologize Steve. Thirsty?” You offered him the other glass you had brought, Steve chucking as his fingers grazed yours to take the drink.

“Thanks. You know me pretty well don’t you?”

“Not as well as I’d like to.” You muttered before taking a sip of your own drink, Steve raising an eyebrow.

“What was that?”

“Nothing. You want to walk around with me?” You quickly deflected, staring up at him.

“I’d be honored sweetheart.” You smiled, heart melting as you took his arm and began to stroll around the pretty much empty museum. You talked about random things. Steve made you laugh with stories from the past, before he was Captain America. You both talked about how Pepper was driving everyone crazy. You agreed you wanted them to have a girl.

“You and Bucky go way back huh?” You questioned while you both gazed up at the T-Rex.

“Yea. He was there for me when no one else was growing up. He may be a pain in the ass, but for a long time he was all I had. I’m still stuck with the bastard.”

“Language Captain, geesh.” You joked, lightly pushing him as he laughed.

“Peggy would have loved you I think.” His comment made your blood run cold, your laughter stopping as you tried to regain your composure.

“Oh. The way you talk about her she must have been pretty incredible.”

You began to fumble with your necklace, the conversation going to a place you didn’t like. Since your feelings for Steve had developed you always found yourself feeling a tinge a jealousy whenever he brought her up. That usually got you to either leave the room or change the subject. You knew it wasn’t right to feel that way, and you knew she was gone from his life and wasn’t coming back. But still you sometimes compared yourself to her and knew that in the end you couldn’t possibly be someone he would want.

“She was. I never thought anyone could make me feel the way she did, that is until recently.” He turned to look at you, blue eyes focused so hard as if he was looking at you for the first time. You tilted your head to the side, trying to understand what he was saying.

“Steve?”

“Do you ever wonder how much we miss out on because we never take our shot? I mean our whole lives we’re told that we have to seize the day but the more comfortable we become with our lives the less we chase after what we want. It’s like we fear change so much we’re willing to stay miserable.”

“Fear is the enemy of progress.” You stated, not noticing how he was moving closer to you.

“But I’m no coward Y/N. And I’m tired of acting like one.”

Startled at how close he had gotten since he began talking to you, your eyes shot to his blue ones in panic. In one swift movement his arm darted out to wrap around your waist, pulling your body flush against his. Your heart was racing as he carefully brought his hand up to brush his fingers against your cheek, so gentle as if he was afraid he would break you.

Instinctively you found yourself leaning into his touch, your face inching closer to his. His hand slid to sit against the back of your neck. Your breath caught in your throat and you let your eyes begin to flutter shut; your lips hovering over one another’s. You were hoping and pleading this wasn’t another one of your dreams.

“Steve I…”

His lips were on yours before you could finish your statement, a wistful sigh leaving your mouth as you pulled him closer. Steve’s grasp tightened around your waist as he kissed you tenderly, pushing all of his emotions into it. You returned the kiss and let your hands fall to his broad shoulders, seeing stars on the other side of your eyelids. This was the most perfect moment of your life thus far.

You deepened the kiss and heard him groan when you took his bottom lip between your teeth. The electricity between you continued to spark as your mouths got bolder with one another’s. Tongues and lips clashed as you stood engulfed in his embrace, his one hand burying into your hair. He was kissing you as if he was starving and you were the only thing that would satisfy him. You didn’t mind one bit.

Too bad it was cut short by a bunch of vulgar shouting and cheering.

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cordytriestowrite · 6 years ago

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Caught? More Like Captured

Loki x Reader

One Shot

Summary: Loki's hiding spot puts you both on full display.

Warnings: First work with a warning! Idk it's kinda smutty? Just want to be careful.

You could not hide your shock as your friends appeared from behind tables and chairs cheering and clapping. Tony had done a good job of convincing you tonight would be a normal evening at your favorite bar in quiet celebration of your birthday. You had no idea the bar would be filled with your closest friends ready to party the night away in your honor.

A drink was shoved in your hand, champagne bubbling in a sparkling glass flute, and you took a greedy sip. Clint slipped a paper party hat strap underneath your chin and you laughed, filling the room with your joy. It was your first birthday without your family and your first as a member of The Avengers but you knew in no way would it be the last great year you celebrate being alive and surrounded by the best team anyone could ask for.

Your eyes scanned the room, taking in the smiling faces of your friends; Steve, Tony, Natasha, even Sam made it despite being sick for the past week. You found yourself spinning in slow circles as you took in the sea of familiar faces, looking for one in particular.

"Where's Loki?" You asked, your feet lifting out of your heels to stand on tip toes and look for the tall, slim god. Your height didn't change and neither did your search for him. It was like no one heard you despite being so closely packed in the small bar. It was like that whenever Loki was mentioned, silence and a stiff ignorance. You asked again, louder, unwilling to be ignored on your birthday even if the topic of conversation made people uncomfortable.

"Where is Loki?"

The chatter between Tony and Natasha ceased and their pleasant smiles morphed into slight frowns. You felt a hand come to rest on your shoulder and turned to see Bruce, shoulders hunched and face turned in a grimace.

"We invited him, I promise, but you know how he is."

You turned and took in the faces of your friends and the nods you received confirmed Bruce's claim. You stared down at your champagne flute, the bubbles still running swiftly up the side of the glass to pop in the open air, and downed it all in one go.

You spent the next hour smiling and dancing and drinking, there was a lot of drinking, but in the back of your mind was a bitter, depreciating thought and this thought had a name: Loki.

Loki had always been a floating, swimming, needling thought in your head ever since you joined The Avengers. You would watch him skulk around Avengers Tower like a wraith. You observed how he haunted the team; how Clint's eyes would harden at any glimpse of the trickster, how Natasha would flinch almost imperceptibly at his sudden movements. It had been so apparent upon your arrival that he was not wanted, not trusted, nothing more than a prisoner on earth while his brother ruled Asgard, and yet you found him always on your mind.

Maybe that's why you confronted him that day, away from the others in a shadowy hallway. Maybe you thought it was the only way to rid yourself of him. You had expected a fight, anticipated at least verbal jabs and silently prayed for the encounter not to end in fists, or worse, a swift dagger to the abdomen. You thought you would die, but it was better than the idea of this god of mischief turning you mad from the inside out.

There was no combat, no insult, no fury or fear. But there was flirting and banter and jokes. The hallways was filled with whispers, with giggles, and when a gentle hand raised your own and pressed an equally gentle kiss to your knuckles you knew your head would never be rid of thoughts of him.

You excused yourself from a conversation you had yet to engage in, feeling hot and stuffy and decidedly tipsy. You maneuvered around the small clumps of lighthearted discussions (and one intense debate between Wanda and Nat in a language you didn't understand) feeling the need to separate yourself. And maybe it was because you were drunk but you decided the best place to be alone and pout was the photobooth next to the bathrooms.

"Oh!" The startled sound escaped your lips as you pulled back the photobooth curtain and revealed its unexpected occupant. Your bewilderment heightened in the form of a sharp gasp as the occupant pulled you inside.

"Hello, love." His silky smooth voice whispered against the shell of your ear. You struggled to right your head, it was swimming with alchohol and the sudden shift from standing to sitting sent your senses into a perplexing whirl of sight and sound and touch. You brought one hand, your free hand, to the side of your head and held it with tense fingers pushing against your scalp as if your head would slide off to the side otherwise.

The voice came again, low and warm, its heat matched the temperature of the hand that was traveling up your arm to encompass the palm against your skull. It was a familiar hand, a comforting hand. Your sense of smell came back to you and you inhaled the enveloping scent of him deeply. That voice, that touch, that smell...

"Loki, you came!" You fell into his arms in a cocktail of happiness, relief, and intoxication. He accepted you gracefully with a deep chuckle that sent a shiver down your spine though his large hands, settled and spread across your back, brought heat to your skin even though your clothes.

"Surprise." He whispered as he continued to laugh quietly. He pressed a kiss to your temple. You could fall asleep in his arms, as you had many times since your encounter in the hallway of Avengers Tower all those months ago. Where others go cold at his presence, at the mere mention of his name, you only found heat and friction and a sweet fire in the pit of your stomach. You felt toasty contentment and finally your mind stilled its thoughts of Loki. Your eyes shut as you exhaled lightly upon his neck.

"Now, now don't fall asleep on me. Don't you want your present?"

You perked up at the word. Pulling back from the embrace you smiled at the twinkle in his blue-green eyes. You knew that twinkle, the twinkle that set the others on edge. It amused you and excited you, making you eager to find out what was unfolding behind the shine of mirth.

"You got me a present?"

He smirked, wrapping a long arm around your waist letting his fingers trail boldly along your backside.

"Something like that."

He growled playfully as he lunged into you, pushing you back against the weak wall of the booth causing it to shake and rattle in protest. Your legs kicked up reflexively to maintain your balance. The small shriek of surprise dissolved into giggles, then to moans of pleasure as Loki's lips trailed down the column of your throat his mouth opening wider to suck and lick as he reached the collar of your dress.

You could see the flash of light through the thin skin of your eyelids. Your hands reach up to push Loki away, confused by the sudden flash like lightening in your small hideaway. You opened your eyes half expecting to see the god of thunder himself somehow squeezed into the booth before you.

"Lok-" His mouth moved from your collar bone to your lips, encompassing them fully and swallowing down any attempt you could make to bring his attention to the flashes. Another burst of bright light washed over you and you realized you had closed your eyes again having let yourself get lost in Loki's lips and tongue and big, strong hands. You opened your eyes and tried again to push Loki away.

"Pet," Loki whispered huskily, his lips still on yours and his hands traveling up your bare thighs under the dress. "You know I love the chase, but now is not the time to play hard to get."

He slipped you out of your underwear faster than you could respond. You watched it sail behind his shoulder and land in the corner of the booth right as another flash emitted from the opposite wall. Below the dark hole where the flash originated was a screen reflecting back to you the image of you, love-bitten and out of breath, and Loki, predatory and excuding a sexual energy that could not be confused for any other emotion.

"Oh shit." You whispered, eyes unable to look away from the timer from ten, the countdown to the next picture. The screen reached three before you were turned away from it. You found yourself straddling Loki's hard lap, your tight dress riding up to your waist as your knees stretched to either side of his long, strong thighs. From this position Loki received the full burst of florescent light when the timer reached zero. His hands froze their ministrations on your back, leaving your dress halfway unzipped.

"What what that?" He asked, looking up at you with irritated confusion. You swallowed and for the first time Loki's presence could not chase away the feeling of cold spreading out from your gut.

"It was a photo. This is a photobooth. We must have set it off." The waiver in your voice set Loki on edge and his hands moved from your back to your upper arms, squeezing hard enough to reveal how anxious your tone was making him.

"Where do the photographs go?" He asked, his voice hoarse as it teetered on the edge of a whisper and full volume.

"T-They print," you explained, "outside. You're meant to collect them-" but you didnt get a chance to finish. Loki lifted you from his lap and you found yourself pressed against the corner of your both as he pushed past you to open the thin red curtain. He froze in the makeshift doorway and you watched his frantic, hurried, alarm shift to a guarded, defensive line of shoulders and neck. You hastily plucked your underwear from the floor and put in on, though you were positive in your rush you put them on backwards. Two steps brought you close enough to see past Loki's form and meet the eyes of Tony and Steve.

"Caught you." Tont sang off key after a terse beat of silence. His eyebrow quirked behind his glasses as Steve withdrew the printed strip of photo paper. Your face turned red as Steve's eyes widened moving along the print.

"Or should we say, captured you." Steve smirked, eyes lingering longer than necessary on the photos. He cleared his throat and held out the paper to a snarling, seething god.

Loki snatched the images from the captain's hands and thought you couldn't see his face you expected some sort of silent command had passed between the man and god since Steve turned and left, dragging Tony with him.

"Captured, like a camera. I get it. Capsicle you get funnier as you thaw." Tony's voice trailed as they departed and rejoined the hum of the crowd beyond.

Loki's stance did not change even though you were alone again. You brought a hand up to rest on his shoulder but hesitated. You had been so careful, laying low under the eyes of your friends, afraid of what they would think of your relationship. Now it was out there, impossible to keep secret once Tony Stark was involved. You cleared your throat and he glanced over his shoulder, allowing your to see one impish eye.

"You should see yourself, darling. All ragged and helpless under my touch. I think I quite like these small photographs."

You could hear it in his voice, the playful flirtation that sparked flame low in your stomach. You waited, like prey frozen in fear of its predator. You awaited with sweet anticipation for what would come next.

Loki turned, slow and calculated. Your licked your lips as your eyes traveled over him, blocking your path to escape. You smiled and the movement set him off faster than a gunshot. He took one step, then another, and another until he had to pressed tightly against the far wall.

"Now who told you," he purred, yanking your dress back up and running his fingers along the edge of your underwear, "that you could put these back on."

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gomustanggirl16 · 5 years ago

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8 People I’d like to get to know better

tagged by @cpt-stvngrntrgrs and @superbcap

one // name: Jacquelyn/Jacq/J I typically sign off using MG for my username.

two // birthday: May 6

three // zodiac sign: Taurus

four // height: 5′5″

five // hobbies: writing...writing.

six // favorite colors: blues, burgundy, some darker purples, most dark colors

seven // favorite books: uh, Hunger Games, more recently House of Furies series and The Clockmakers Daughter but I haven’t read much lately.

eight // last song I listened to: oh um...crap it was on the countdown this morning on country radio...but I can’t remember I think it was the new one from Kenny Chesney Tip of My Tongue.

nine // last film watched: Spider-Man Far From Home

ten // inspiration or muse: uhhh I don’t know if I have one, but I’m a fanfic writer so I guess Marvel more specifically Steve/Nat are my muses.

eleven // dream job: medical coding, which I now will be doing, but writing professionally is always one that’s like not realistic for me since I hate deadlines, but hey who knows!

twelve // meaning behind your url: well I am a girl/female and I have a 2007 Ford Mustang and I got my start in fanfic in 2016.

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inkspillspot · 6 years ago

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Hot and Cold

Sander Sides Fanfiction,

Ships: Princnxiety

Flags/Warnings: Trans stuff, mention of violence, touching, anxiety, possibly triggering thoughts/jokes, minor cussing, slightly sexual jokes, (If there is anything else I should include PLEASE TELL ME)

Human AU, Trans!Virgil

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I should’ve known better than to agree to hang out on a day like this. I looked at the weather and I knew how unbearably hot it was going to be, but of course I said yes. Because when Roman video called me with those pleading puppy dog eyes and the desperate begging for attention, I couldn’t tell him no. Well, I probably could have, but I would have felt bad about it for the rest of my natural life.

Now we sit in uncomfortable closeness in his apartment, from opposite sides of the room. Roman is laying on his back on the tile of the kitchen floor, his limbs thrown out in random directions. I sit on top of the counter with a strong fan blowing directly into my face. It’s perfectly clear to me now, that when my whiny boyfriend was begging me to come over, the statement about his amazing air conditioner was a complete and utter lie.

In fact, the air conditioning unit seemed like it was going to fall apart at any moment.It stopped every few minutes without fail. It made odd sputtering sounds that made me jump no matter how much I was excepted them. It was basically a ticking time bomb, and when it went off we would surely die from the heat. Our funerals could be held on the same day, identical causes of death and all. At least the newspapers would get some pretty good headlines out of my mistake.

Two Florida Men are Killed by Air Conditioner Last Saturday

Pride Dies this Weekend In Orlando, The Cause?: Heat

10,000 Degree Weather Murders Two Orlando Men

God Smites Down Two Orlando Gays by Zapping One Air Conditioner

As I stay perched on the marble and ponder what the journalists might write to announce our comedic deaths, Roman rises from his place starfished out across the tile flooring. A bead of sweat drips from his perfect hairline.

“Love?” I just had the most amazing idea of my short, yet very fulfilling life!” He sounded absolutely exhausted, but still as proud as ever. He always reminds me of a cocky fantasy bard. Charming, proud, attractive, talented, but also horribly over-dramatic and extra. I can feel a thin layer of blush spread over my face at the pet-name’s use and I know the new smile on Roman’s face is a reaction to that.

“Oh damn. Me too. How about we give up on this whole living thing, and just perish.” His prideful expression turns into one of utter confusion. I love how, even after knowing him for such a long time, my cynical comments could confuse his so fucking much. He was never expecting it and his confused expression was adorable. This was pretty much the only time he would let down the cocky bard show. I loved making him confused like he loved to make me blush.

“No Love, no” He’s so fucking cute, if it wasn’t so hot I would get up and kiss him. Once again, I’m disappointed in the weather.

“Aww, is Princy confused?” As I speak I can feel a sly smile creeping over my lips. “Still not used to my humor?” A light blush covers his already rosy cheeks, and maybe, I like that just as much as the confusion.

“I am perfectly fine Virgil.” His reddened complexion doesn’t agree with his words. “Anyway, I have a great plan!’ He takes a few paces toward me and leans up against the counter. He blocks the relief from the fan, which is annoying, but I decide not to mention it.

“What?” The only good thing I can say about the heat is that Roman looks good exhausted and sweaty like this.

“You can’t guess? He seems legitimately disappointed that I can’t just read his mind.

“No, should I know?” My anxiety starts to act up. What could I have possibly forgotten about. It wasn’t his birthday because that was in the fall and it’s summer. Not one of our anniversaries because those are pretty much all in the winter. I’m missing something and I don’t like it.

“Ugh, baby,” Roman whines a little too loudly considering how close he is. “It was going to be a guessing game and it was going to be fun.” He hops onto the counter beside me, but he struggles to climb the marble. I laugh a bit, mostly because he’s the cutest person I’ve ever met, but also because he’s so cocky, yet he can’t get on a counter without help.

“Well, I’ve already ruined the game so you should just tell me.” I gently poke him in the side, earning a response in the form of rolling eyes.

“Okay, are you ready for the most brilliant idea of the century?” His hands are held out oddly in front of him. He looks like a forth grader really acting out their mediocre black cat costume at class halloween party.

“Yeah,” My answer comes out laced with slight giggling over his hand position.

“Where’s my countdown then?” He’s such a needy boy.

“3…2…1…”

“Swimming!” And I am suddenly bombarded with jazz hands. My heart almost stops, but not because of the sudden movement. “We can go cool off at the waterpark. And than I see you with messy towel dried hair after, which would be the most adorable thing in the known universe.” I know he’s trying to flirt and be cute, but he’s unintentionally made my perishing comment a reality.

I really should have told him sooner, but of course I just had to put it off. I guess I did try to tell him I’m trans once, but then I got nervous and he took that as flustered. He assumed I was trying to say ‘I love you’, which was true, but not exactly the first thing on my mind at the time. Also, that’s kind of a bad way to have your first ‘I love you’ exchange. Now, I’m either going to have to tell him the truth, or craft a convincing excuse.

“It’ll be crowded though…” My deception is apparently a -15 and I rolled a nat one because my tone resembled that of a terrified mouse. Probably because I’m close to crying. Roman, apparently has a zero in perception though because he doesn’t seem to notice the difference in my tone.

“So what? I’ll make sure that no boys hit on my lover, except myself of course.” He comes in for a kiss and when he gets close enough, he takes notice of the tears welling up in my eyes. A completely different look of confusion rises on his pretty face, and I’m not a fan of this one. “What’s wrong Love? We don’t have to go if you don’t want to.” His voice is steady as he attempts to calm me.

I feel even worse because of this. He actually thinks I’m crying on his kitchen counter because I don’t feel like going swimming today and I don’t know how to tell him otherwise without ruining everything. How do you go from jokes about perishing and complaining about the heat to coming out? How do you safely turn around a situation that’s surrounded by steep cliffs.

“That’s not- I’m not- That’s not the problem.” My voice is much less stable than intended and the words just don’t want to come out right.

“What’s wrong then?” He wraps an arm around me slowly, making sure that I’m okay with he contact by giving me the obvious chance to move away. I don’t deserve such an amazing man, especially when I’ve been pretty much lying to him for so long.

“I need to tell you something.” I keep my voice down, as if staying quiet will make the whole situation disappear. Unfortunately for me, Roman had always had perfect hearing.

“Alright, what is is darling?” His eyes are intense in a serious and caring way. I can’t help but to think about a different type of intensity in those eyes, an angrier one.

Here’s the thing about Roman. He’s always seemed to support the entirety of the LGBT+ community. He’ll wear all the flags to events, once including a trans flag colored bracelet that I loved. He’ll get into full on yelling matches with any protesters and aggressively praises everyone else. It was brave and amazing, but that doesn’t mean I can be sure he’ll support me. There’s a huge difference between supporting a community and having a partner in that community. I look up at him again and the tears fall freely from my eyes. I don’t think I could ever handle losing him.

“Sorry Roman, I just…” My unstable hands come up to wipe away the tears, Roman quickly takes over the job. I try to concentrate on stopping the sobs, crying isn’t going to help me if he ends up being mad. Pity isn’t something that would ever make him stay.

“It’s perfectly fine, what do you need to tell me?” His voice is calm and patient. This was the other type of situation that would make the bard act fall. He either had to be confused or his comforting therapist mode for me.

“I-I should have told you before he starting dating and now you’re going to hate me forever.” Any tears Roman managed to wipe away are swiftly replaced.

“How could I ever hate my perfect little boy?” He gives me a soft hug and pulls me into his body. This feels much better, but I can’t help to realize that this was a compromising position If he was mad and decided to hurt me because of it. I’ve read the news stories. I know the type of danger I could be putting myself in if I didn’t know Roman like I thought I did.

“I’m not Roman, I’m sorry, but I’m really not. I’m so sorry.” My breathing hitched and I lose the ability to form complete sentences for the time being.

“Oh, of course you still are baby. You could never do anything that would change that.” Another rush of shame courses through me because how could I have lied to such a supportive and loving person? What the fuck is wrong with me?

“I’m trans.” My voice is smaller than my self-confidence and that says a lot. Roman stays entirely silent and I know he heard me because of this. He’s not asking me to speak up, he’s not questioning me at all, and he’s defiantly not trying to comfort me anymore. He also hasn’t pushed me away yet.

The silence of moments like this always kill me. Roman says nothing for nearly two full minuets, but that one-hundred-twenty seconds feels more like years. It feels like the awkward length of time after you make a reference nobody understands. The kind of silence that’s as long as it is shaming. You know that the lack of noise is pure shunning. The stillness hanging in the air stings, as if it was actively giving me social frostbite without the warmth of words.

“Roman…” My former tears are suddenly just gone. Maybe my metaphorical chill froze them. Maybe the literal heat had evaporated them. When he finally speaks, I can’t bear to look at him.

“Which way?” Those were not the first words I was expecting.

“FTM.” The ‘F’ tastes bitter in my mouth, like one-hundred pecan dark chocolate.

“And you honestly though I would hate you because of that?” His voice still shows no sign of anger, actually he sounds hurt. What am I meant to say to that?

“Yeah, I-I guess that was dumb. I just- since you’re gay and I’m not…” I can’t finish the sentence.

“Don’t talk like that Virgil. You’re still my little boy. Nothing changes.” He sounds oddly cold, but not in a mean way. Cold as in like a computer. Like a machine still trying to process foreign information. Still, his words are comforting, and despite the heat starting to bother me again, I snuggle up to him more.

“You aren’t mad that I didn’t tell you sooner?” The fan’s cool breeze hits me as I put myself back into it’s range.

“No, I understand it’s probably a very difficult thing to do. Especially if you were convinced I’d hate you.” His hand rests on my leg, his fingers gently feeling the fabric of my shorts.

“Sorry anyways. I should have made sure that you were okay with this before we got together.” I feel Roman’s head fall sideways, resting on mine.

“I’m sorry if you felt like you couldn’t safely tell me.” His voice is smooth and at that moment, I remember exactly why I fell in love with him in the first place.

The room is silent once again, but this time it’s peaceful. We sit on his kitchen counter, holding each other and ignoring the heat as best we can. I know Roman will have a million and two questions for me later. I also know he understands that now isn’t the time to ask them. I feel a sense of blissful relief I haven’t experienced in a long time. It’s like I’d been holding my breath this whole relationship and now I’m breathing the fresh, free mountain air. The moment is perfect and warm, and not just because of the weather. I’m finally sure that everything is okay.

“Hey Ro?” My voice comes out in a purr of language.

“Yes handsome?” I can feel another wave of red wash over my features.

“I love you more than I love wolves.” I can practically feel the confusion spreading across his flawless face. Boy, does he have a lot of confusing trans related jokes to catch up on now that I can make them.

“I have absolutely no clue what you are referencing, but I love you as well.” He nuzzles against me, and everything is back to normal.

#sandersides #angst #sanders sides fic #trans!virgil #trans virgil #princnxiety #princnxiety fic

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cafechenle · 7 years ago

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❧ c.sc ⎯⎯ star born lovers

warnings: heart melting fluff + me being a sap for nat :( (also intended lowercase!!) note: so this is literally me just ... being a sap for nat :(( i love her @jejublr !!! like she told me i was her idol n i was liek um ... ms hani ?? ms HANI ?? THT BITCH FUCKNG DEAD ? pls nat i love u so much i would literally steal all of the damn stars for u omg :(( pls i love her shes so cute go give her some love its her birthday !!!!!! also pls nat have my biggest uwu :(( n im sorry if this is shit :( i wrote it at 3 in the morning lmao because gotta get tht bday content out!

hushed giggles fill the empty park as two people, two teenagers run into the park, the stars twinkling above, illuminating their cheeky smiles and the hands they had interlocked as they ran, towards the hill.

their hill.

the one where what seemed like a million evenings ago, they had promised each other a night every week where they would just be with each other. no matter how old they got, they would always lie on that hill, in their hometown, and just watch the stars.

the stars were the love of seungcheol’s life.

you had known that since you were ten, from the first evening your parents had brought you to the park, when he had been there, already setting up his little telescope to watch the stars. you had then also come to know that his dad was among the stars, and that the little boy watched them in hopes to see his father’s familiar smile twinkle from amongst it.

you remember the sudden thought of endearment which had led you to sit next to him, even if the stars then were nothing to you, and watch them until your parents had dragged you away. even then with a promise to come back and watch the twinkling lights in the sky with him once again another day.

that one day had turned into several days of talking about stars you had seen, of spotting constellations in the sky and reading books just so you could quiz the other and smirk if they got something wrong, and suddenly everytime you looked up to the stars, much like how seungcheol saw his father’s smile, you saw his. bright and twinkling, taking the light of all the brightest stars.

as teenagers, your schedule had never changed, with one night becoming your meetup, mindless instinct by now that nothing else would happen on the sunday night other than the picnic under the stars, with the soft tunes he hummed and the sounds of opening multiple chip packets filling the air, along with the occasional exclamation when you found a constellation.

as the teen years vanished, and both of you left to college with him staying in your old town while you moved away from him and into the city, broken hearts being left with both of you with the sudden physical gap in your relationship which was hugs when you were sad and hugs when you were happy.

but even the distance could never stop you from spending your sunday night with him, him sitting on your hill back home and you sitting on the small cramped balcony of your apartment, both watching the one thing which connected you both, and you pouting that the city never showed as many stars as in the country which he would laugh at even though you wanted to tell him then and there that that was because all the stars he had stolen from the city sky were in his twinkling happy eyes.

because even through the fuzzy screen, nothing could steal away at his beauty. at his ethereal smile and at the soft edges of his plump lips. at his pretty moonlight-illuminated skin and at his star flecked eyes, understanding and forever warm.

you loved him so much.

you were the love of seungcheol’s life.

there was a rush when he saw you, just a huge bubble of love and adoration popping inside him when he saw you, and saw your familiar smile, the one he had grown to love ever since he was a kid, with too much sadness and a fascination for stars he believed held his dearest father.

when you smiled at him, or held his hands, or just … were with him, his troubles flew out of the window and somewhere far away, with a euphoria so beautiful and calming that at times he wished that you would never let go of him.

you were a drug he could never get enough of. didn’t want to ever get enough of because no matter what, the second he was hurt or upset in anyway or absolutely happy, his first thought would always be to run to you.

when you left, it broke him.

he could no longer run to you anytime he wanted, he could no longer cuddle you on the hill and talk shit about the boys from the other classes.

the days of innocence and childhood which he had grasped ever so dearly had disappeared, but still every sunday, the stars brought you together and he loved them so much more for that.

he loved the stars for bringing him comfort, and bringing him love in the person who held every galaxy within, and who he loved beyond anything.

when you came back on breaks, the feeling was equal to that of flying, heads in the clouds as you both laughed and laughed and laughed, spending the whole day and night together, closer and cuddlier than everything.

he remembered the second year you were at college, and how when on christmas you had come back, just to spend your new years with him, and an hour before the new year began, he had taken you to the hill.

taken you there and had asked you, among the falling snow and the sounds of the time ticking down to new year at the centre of your little town, if you would have been his girlfriend and that if he was finally allowed to hold you, and tell you everything was okay before kissing your worries away.

you had shrieked a yes, and he remembered falling on his ass on the slippery snow because he had begun to laugh with you giggling, face red and embarrassed. he remembered you helping him up, both of you giggling before the final countdown began and he cupped your face, your eyes never losing their shine as your smile softened and you both leaned in, lips melding into one as the new year brought you closer.

seungcheol would never forget the smile on your face when you both walked home at 3am that evening, hands interlocked and he left you on your patio, with a kiss on your forehead as goodnight because he didn’t think he would survive if you kissed him again.

it had been five years since you had graduated college, seven years since seungcheol moved to the city and in with you, and eight years since you first began your relationship.

you had been there for him and he had been there for you throughout everything. through the stress of the last year of college, and through graduation, through every birthday you had ever had since you were ten, and for this one, for which he had booked you tickets back home.

the ride home had been a pleasant one, with both of you saying hello to old acquaintances and friends from your car or belting your 00 songs playlists shamelessly, with you taking turns for britney.

but when he didn’t stop in front of your house, but rather drove ahead, you understood that he had something to do because he looked so serious, with his usually warm eyes clammy from nervousness and a sheen of fear in his usual calm eyes which unnerved you.

he stopped at the park, leading you to the hill of your dreams and of your memories, a smile resting on his face at last, as he stood you exactly where you had been when he had first met you, bickering about stars and how you knew more constellations than him.

the memories hit him, the many days he had spent with you here, each ingrained into a special place of his heart he had set for you. all the nights and afternoons and mornings of your lives you had spent together, all the kisses and affection, all of it led here, and he couldn’t think of anything better than this.

than to promise himself to you for ever.

right under the stars which had kept you forever together.

as he did when he bent down on his knee, the moon shining above, and whipped out a ring box from the pockets of his overcoat and then broke into a speech he may have learned but had forgotten when he saw the shock on your face and the gradual tears which formed in those gateways to galaxies long forgotten.

“y/n, you have been my friend for many a year, have been my beloved for many a year too. but today, i want to promise you something. something which i had promised you when we were little too, but today i want to make it official, i want you to have something more than a pinky promise to remember me and to remember my love for you. you make my days brighter and i swear to god, you are the most enchanting person i have ever met and i love you more than anything, even the stars because goddamn, you are stars incarnate, and night triumphant and i love you more than anyone or anything can fathom. so please, marry me?”

the quietest of ‘yes’es escape your lips before you scream it out, scream that you love him loud enough that you hope the stars can hear and smile down at you both as he slips the ring onto your finger and twirls you around, before both of you sink into a warm embrace.

and for a moment, you believe that the stars themselves had lessened their light for a moment as to let the one within you both shine brighter.

for you were not star crossed lovers, but star born lovers.

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