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har-rison-s · 3 years ago

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the betrayed

request: hello! im the anon that read your one shot ‘you don’t know me’ and has formulated a request based on that! drukkari x daughter!reader maybe ? 😚 so, like your other one shot, she was a former widow, who was one of nat and yelena’s sisters in ohio. so after they take down the red room, she’s now on the run with nat, steve and sam when they get an unexpected call from tony, saying that it’s urgent. so when they get to the compound, the eternals are waiting there and they ask her to help stop the emergence (maybe it takes place a little earlier here), and they tell her that she’s their kid. and she and all the avengers start to get mad because, where the hell were they when she got trafficked into the red room and where the hell were they during other calamities and whatnot. that’s it. thank you. it’s quite similar to the plot of your other one shot, but i really liked it so. 🤷🏻‍♀️😍

a/n: oh joy ! writing the avengers again. my god, i’ve kinda missed them and missed writing them. so let’s see how i manage to do it, if i’m any good at it. these nice dynamics omg bless. yes, the emergence is happening before the events of infinity war and endgame, it will be interesting. i’ve wanted to write bw!nat for so long, and black widow in general, my god, that movie means the world to me. i really say that about every mcu movie, don’t i… hehe. also pls excuse the title, it sounds cliché but i took it from the black widow soundtrack (i listened to it while writing this!!) so, happy reading!

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warnings: angst, mentions of dreykov, the widows

Sitting beside Nat in that salvaged, kind-of borrowed Avengers jet that Mason got them, after all that fiasco with Ross and destroying the Red Room and Dreykov, feels like a fresh breath. Y/N feels like she could actually breathe for the first time in a while. She didn’t know for how long her breath was being held, exactly, but it was quite a while. And it felt good to get her lungs working again.

Reuniting with Steve was a relief as well—Y/N had learnt to trust the man. Maybe not yet with her life, but that kind of trust is on the way. He’s been supportive and not too invading towards her ever since she met him a few years ago that now feel already a much longer time. With Nat’s help and them both being in the same boat, the Avengers became Y/N's family as much as it did Nat’s. Course, she has her unstable made-up family of former Russian spies, but really—who’s to say the Avengers are any more stable than Melina, Alexei and Yelena? They’re just as broken up inside and now, on the outside, too.

It broke Y/N’s heart that her new-found family had fallen apart because of political reasons, and so quickly, too. She’d never expected this family to dissipate. She didn’t want to join either of the sides and tried to stay out of it all until she couldn’t anymore. She didn’t want to hurt any of her teammates, physically or emotionally. So, as a spy knows best how to, she hid away from her friends and public attention and reunited with Nat after half the team was put in prison.

And now that they have Steve back, now that the horror of the Red Room has been ended, they can break some of the team out of prison. Steve had a plan, and they stuck by it and everything went as smooth as butter. Only the team wasn’t intending on staying together. Clint said he didn’t want anything to do with this anymore—or at least for a while—and said he’ll lay low. Scott Lang was just grateful to be broken out of prison by the same man who asked for his help—he could barely shut up on the jet. Wanda wanted to be with Vision, and Sam said he had nowhere to go, really, except to stick with the team. Whatever’s left of them now, anyway.

So Y/N, Nat, Sam and Steve stayed together. On the run from the law and every known authority of the world, only having the used jet at their disposal, but they’ve made do of it for now. King T’Challa has been generous enough with his resources and technologies—the amount that the Avengers chose to take, that is, being as noble as they are—and so they’ve survived for the last few months on the run. It hasn’t felt any different to Y/N than her life was before. She was always running from something or someone, she just didn’t know if that was enemies, Dreykov or herself.

One thing she really wants to do with the time she’s given now is find her real, biological parents. Now that she’s found out that Alexei and Melina were just hoax-parents for a good cover, she knows her real ones are out in the world somewhere. At least Melina didn’t tell her they’d died, she sort-of dodged the question. Sadly, Y/N knows that Natasha’s mother was silenced by Dreykov quite a while ago already, and she hopes it’s not the same case for her own parents. She’s always wanted to know why she’s wrapped up by golden flicker-flames when she’s running, and why she can run and move faster than anyone she’s seen—even Nat—, and why her eyes glow a bright amber when her emotions are heightened. She’s been a mystery to herself and others since her broken childhood.

Y/N knows her parents are either magicians like Dr Strange, or they or she herself was experimented on when she was a child, like Wanda and her lost twin, or maybe her parents had extremely interesting abilities. Whoever or whatever they are, even with Nat’s knowledge and help, and with the jet’s never-ending database and search tools, they’re nowhere to be found. She’s tried a DNA test before, in Tony’s lab, but the results were inconclusive – that’s how he put it. Though Y/N wasn’t sure he was telling her everything at his disposal.

During their journey to another empty wasteland of the world with, hopefully, good views and some food, Sam, Steve, Natasha and Y/N receive a call to their jet’s communication system. They give each other strange glances, as this is a very much unexpected thing, especially during a time when they’re running from every- and anyone that knows how to contact them, and should definitely avoid calls. So they stay quiet and wait for the call to drop as they still look at each other and try to think of who could be calling. Only someone that has their communication system links. Wanda, Vision, Rhodes… No one else really.

“I know at least one of you is there,” a voice cuts through in the midst of the call still ringing, a voice they weren’t expecting at all, or at least were expecting the least of all. The team’s eyebrows and heads raise in surprise and they look at each other again, “come on, pick up! I know we’re… having a break-up at the moment, but I need your nomad opinion on something.” Tony speaks clear as day into their ears.

“Should we pick up?” Y/N looks to Nat with unsure eyes. She shrugs, and Y/N knows how Tony offended her the last time they spoke. She sighs courtly.

“Come on, I’m really having a crisis over here,” Tony almost whines, “there’s some weird people here that I don’t know if I can trust. Well, they look human, but I don’t think they are—but they say they know Y/N.” Her eyes grow to the size of dinner plates, and the trio look at her with shared confusion. “They say it’s very important… something about the end of our world…” Tony sighs, “just come. To the compound, please. You’re the only ones that can help.”

Silence settles upon the jet’s interior as every teammate thinks about what they should choose to do. Tony keeps quiet, uncharacteristically giving them some silence to make up their minds. Y/N just slumps into her seat. They say they know Y/N. Weird people. Could they know Y/N? How could they know her? No one knows her—hopefully—she doesn’t have any friends, any family. But wait—

“We’ll be there soon,” Steve picks up the call and answers Tony without consulting the others. But they don’t disagree with his view—if Tony says it’s urgent, it must be. No matter how pissed they are at him, or how upset he is with them. Some weird people at the compound… How did they get in in the first place? Why there? The end of the world? Steve looks at his team after hanging up that short call and sighs quietly, “let’s just see what’s going on over there. Decide the niceties and apologise later.” He huffs and walks to the captain’s corner of the plane.

The others agree in silence and settle in their seats. Sam, though, walks to their equipment room, thinking a fight might go down in the worst-case scenario. Natasha wants to do the same, but she sees how distraught and out-of-touch Y/N is, so she walks over and sits right next to her. “Who could they be—friends from our Ohio neighborhood?” She attempts a joke with a small smile playing on her lips as she looks at Y/N. She can only give her sister a half-smile back, and then she shakes her head.

“I have no idea,” she answers, “I don’t have any friends. And what Tony said about them…” she shakes her head again, “they look human, but he doesn’t think they are… what in the hell?” Y/N rubs her hands over her face, her elbows now rested atop her knees as she’s leaned forward with the top portion of her body. She glances at Nat over her shoulder. “Are you sure that was all of the Red Room that we destroyed?” Her eyes hold genuine worry. “I mean… what if it’s them again?”

Natasha’s heart breaks at Y/N’s words, even though she’s voiced the small fear that’s been festering inside Nat for these past months, too, she just doesn’t want to admit it. Natasha moves her hand comfortingly along Y/N’s back and Y/N immediately leans upward and into Nat’s hold, where she wraps her arms around the younger girl, embracing her sweetly. “I’m sure,” she says, “of course, there are still conditioned widows around the world, but if that was them coming after us, Tony wouldn’t be making the call.” Natasha elaborates. “There’d be no one alive at the compound. You know that. You know how we used to work.”

Y/N nods. “Then I really don’t know who it could be,” she says, “I mean, if my parents left me or if I was taken from them and my name got changed, how would they even know where to look for me? How would they know how I look or-or what’ s my name? I doubt it’s them.”

“You have told me you think they might be… not entirely human,” Natasha points out, “what with your glowing eyes and really fast running. You could even outrun Pietro.” She says and utters a quiet laugh. Y/N smiles to that and nods. “Neither of that could have come out of the Red Room. Those weird things you inherited.” Y/N sighs and then sits up straight against the wall, making Nat’s hands fall into her lap as they now sit side by side. Natasha moves Y/N’s hair strands away from her face, and still notes the far-away look in the girl’s eyes. “Want me to do your hair before we land?” She suggests, knowing something that always manages to make her feel better. Y/N turns her head to see Nat and then nods with her head, a soft smile now on her lips. Natasha smiles wider, “okay, let’s go to the bathroom, the lighting’s the best there.” She stands up and extends her hand toward Y/N, who gladly takes it and rises with her.

As they sit in the jet’s bathroom, facing themselves in the mirror, the old lullaby comes into Natasha’s mind. She starts humming it as her fingers thread through Y/N’s hair, grouping strands up and then forming them into beautiful braids around her head. Natasha thinks of Yelena as she starts making the hairstyle, she tries to replicate the hairstyle Yelena had during their Red Room mission. She misses Yelena, and no doubt Y/N misses her, too. She begins to sing to Natasha’s humming, it now serves as the setting tone for the song.

“Сияай прощальный свет,” Y/N sings, “тот свет любви последней.”

Natasha smiles and decides to sing, too. “Полнеба обхватила зари вечерней тень.”

“Лишь там на западе бродит сияние,” they sing together and smiles adorn both their beautiful faces. The girls’ eyes connect in the mirror’s reflection and sisterly love for each other passes through them simultaneously. “Последная любовь...” Y/N wraps her arms around Natasha’s waist and locks them there, and Natasha grins, knowing how much Y/N adores physical touch and how it’s her love language. Platonic love language for sure, romantic – she’s yet to find that out. Perhaps it will be different once she meets someone she has romantic feelings towards.

“We’re landing!” Sam’s voice comes from the hall and the girls tense up a bit, Natasha having to finish the braids in a rush now.

“Just coming!” Y/N lets Sam know as Nat hurriedly braids the very ends of her hair and tucks them with pins into a crown around Y/N’s head. The hairstyle looks just like Yelena’s, and Y/N notices that, “thanks. I love this.” She tells Nat and gives her a quick side hug before they’re rushing out of the bathroom for the equipment room, where their combat-ready suits lay for them to wear.

The four nomad Avengers stand by the windows as they land on autopilot, and they see Tony standing in full armour in the corner of the landing field, just by the entrance door to the compound. Part of Y/N suspects that Tony just wants to lure them into the hands of authorities with this distress call, and, knowing him, that might be the case. After what Tony did to Steve’s best friend, and how he immediately treated Steve and everyone else like an enemy because of a disagreement, Y/N doesn’t trust the man very much. And what Nat said he’d told her right before she disappeared off the radar, Y/N doesn’t like him very much, either.

The team makes their way out of the jet silently and cautiously, though still trying to keep up with the intimidating nature they know they possess effortlessly. It’s only Tony, but it might not be. He knows what these four are capable of, they have no reason to intimidate him more. And yet, because of what’s happened between them, Tony knows they might not like him or trust him now. But he also knows that this matter exceeds any quarrels or their personal relationships. As the strange visitors put it, they have less than two days to save the entire planet Earth.

Tony takes off his head cover as the team of four near him, and the look of worry is the clearest look of all on his face. Sure, there’s doubt and fear, but worry has the brightest colour. Steve is the most forward one of the four, stepping closer to Tony than anyone else. The other three just give him doubtful and paranoid looks. Mistrust. Tony sighs, knowing he deserves it, but shakes Steve’s hand. “Cap,” he says with a nod, looking into the man’s eyes, “good to see you. Thought I might never have that chance again.”

Steve gives him the ghost of a smile. A lot is on the man’s shoulders, a lot has happened between him and Tony, but he still maintains a bright attitude and his usual kind nature. He just does so effortlessly. “Thought you’d never want to see me again,” Steve admits, and Tony chuckles to that sadly, “look, I’ll be honest here—none of us know if we can trust you.”

“I know, I know,” Tony nods, looking the others and their stares of mistrust over again, “hey, guys.” He raises a hand in greeting to them, but only Sam returns it. The women aren’t fond of him—not the first time in his life, but definitely one of the first—and so Tony settles back. “I won’t tell anyone you were here – I promise. Cross my heart and hope to die.” He puts a hand over his iron chest. Y/N sighs.

“We’ll get out before they come, anyway,” Natasha tells him, a glint of mischief in her eyes and voice. Y/N grins to that, knowing Nat is right. Tony smiles, realising that same thing.

“Where’s the trouble?” Steve inquires.

“Oh, you mean our humanoid guests?” Tony clarifies. Truth be told, he’d forgot about them entirely from the moment he saw Steve and the others. “They’re inside, let’s go.” He turns his back to the team of four and leads them inside. Natasha and Y/N still exchange looks of mistrust between themselves, but follow along. Tony leads them across the upper level of weapons and experiment halls and rooms, and Y/N and the others can see the group of people Tony mentioned in the great hall below, on level one. There’s… eight of them. Too many at first glance, but Y/N isn’t close enough yet to see what they look like and if she could know them. She doubts she does.

As the team descends the stairs to below, Tony steps back and only restarts walking down once he’s side by side with Y/N. She gives him a half paranoid, half angry glance, but makes no protest. “They said they knew me?” She asks him quietly and Tony nods.

“That’s why I plan on introducing you first.” He admits and Y/N raises her eyebrows. She hates open and public attention on herself, but this could be something important, so she guesses that Tony has made the right decision. The group of five reach the floor of level one and face the group of eight in front of them. These people have strange clothes on, Y/N notes that first of all, and each have their own colours. They really do look human. “Come on,” Tony gently nods with his head towards the left tail of the group, and Y/N walks over there by his side. “This is Y/N. You said you know her.” Tony says to two people standing in an embrace with each other. Their faces turn towards Y/N, looks of worry and fear filling their eyes, as well as tears.

By seeing the woman’s face, Y/N gets a strong feeling of deja-vu. Though not really deja-vu, more like familiarity and… recognition. But she just looks at the couple with wide, confused eyes. They don’t look much older than herself. Who are they? Why are they looking at me like this? “How do you know me?” She inquires in a quiet, but sure voice. Her arms are crossed over her chest in a pretzel to avoid picking at her fingers and therefore showing a clear sign of anxiety. This could all very well be just a circus act, and they could have SWAT clothes and equipment under all those weird robes.

“Well, there’s no easy way to say this, but,” the man starts to say, and he chews on his lip in clear anxiety, “I’m Druig. And this is Makkari,” he looks down to the woman in his arms, and she signs words with her hands. What surprises Y/N the most is that she immediately knows what the woman is saying. Hello, Y/N. She looks at her with confused eyes still, but then finds her hands signing a greeting towards Makkari, too. That surprises her even more. The man Druig smiles sadly, Y/N notices, at that gesture, “and we’re your parents.”

Now that sets her a couple steps back. Her head gets dizzy and she grabs onto the first thing closest to her, which happens to be Tony in his iron suit. He holds the woman and helps her steady herself. Tony looks at her to see what’s going on emotion-wise, and sees her eyes starting to glow a bright gold. That shocks the acclaimed parents, too, they each let out a gasp. Y/N looks at them once she’s steady enough again, and her stare is just fury. She doesn’t yet know why she’s angry. “How can that be?” She asks as she’s still in her state of disbelief, but she’s tipping over already. “Prove it.”

Druig sighs, his face nothing but sadness. Then he looks at her, and Y/N sees his blue eyes turned to the gold orbs she very well recognises every day in the mirror. And suddenly, in her mind it seems, she sees the man Druig with the woman Makkari, dressed differently though looking the same age as they do now, standing with a tiny ball of wrapped up clothes in their hands before a building stretching tall into the sky, its entrance door large, high and intimidating.

It seems they are to make a choice. And though it very visibly breaks their heart to do so, they make it. They leave the tiny ball right in front of the door, and with a closer look Y/N sees through Druig’s eyes that the tiny ball is just a tiny baby. Without asking she knows that it’s her, herself, wrapped up in clothes and fabrics to be protected from the outside weather. And now that she takes in how the building looks, she recognises it. The orphanage. The one she grew up in, and was later stolen from.

She doesn’t know how she saw those short moments, but as she blinks her eyes open, they’re gone and she’s seeing Druig and Makkari in front of her again, clear as day, in the here and now. Y/N doesn’t know what to think, what to believe, what to feel. If they really are her parents, then who are they, why did they leave her in the orphanage, where have they been all this time, do they know what happened to Y/N after they left her there? She finally looks into their eyes again.

“Who are you?” She manages to push out amidst all the other questions she wants to ask. She stands side by side with Tony now, but she knows her nomad group is close by, because she heard their footsteps coming closer.

“We’re Eternals,” Druig says, “we’ve been on Earth ever since its creation, watching over humanity and protecting them from certain… dangerous creatures.” He says not very convincingly, though Y/N can tell he’s telling the truth. “Though now it turns out to have just been a mission to collect as much human life as is needed for the planet to be destroyed. We’ve been fooled by our superior all this time, and we need your help.”

“See?” Tony whispers. “Told you it’s about the end of the world.” Y/N just gives him a glance before crossing her arms over her chest and looking suspiciously at Makkari and Druig.

My help? “Wait, so,” Y/N starts to say to get everything clearer, “you’ve been here for seven thousand years.” She says. “You’re seven thousand years old.” She states and the couple nods. “And apparently, you have magical powers. All of you, right?” Y/N looks around at the rest of the group of strangers, and they nod. That would explain why she herself has these weird abilities. She can’t believe this. “So…” she utters a dry chuckle, “why are you here now?” She looks back at Druig and Makkari. “Why are you here? Just to say hi? To tell us the world is ending while you haven’t helped in the least all the other times it was coming to an end?”

She didn’t expect anything more than she gets – the whole group being silent. “Yeah, we could have used your help against Loki and the aliens in New York.” Tony backs Y/N up, feeling frustrated by the news he’s received, as well.

“Or against Nazis in the 1940s.” Steve points out, his hand supportively resting on Y/N's shoulder. Makkari and Druig both see how this family—from afar not looking like one at all—Y/N has found is so protective over her.

“Or against Dreykov and his network of widows, who are girls trained to be assassins from a small age?” Y/N says and her voice reeks of disgust. Tears pool her eyes. “If you’re really my parents, why did you leave me at that place? Do you have any idea what happened to me?” Her lip begins to quiver and her voice shakes. She can’t keep her anger locked away anymore. “Why have you stood by all this time and just watched, knowing everything that happens in the world? Genocide, death, wars, little girls turned into assassins, people turned into monsters, thousands and millions of lives lost to pointless wars and disagreements?”

The desperate cries and voices of people under the rubble both in New York and Sokovia still ring in her ears as Y/N watches Druig and Makkari’s faces for any kind of answer. But she only sees sadness, regret, resentment towards themselves and their decisions. They’re folding into themselves because of this rightful outlash of a reaction, and it seems a part of them anticipated this kind of attitude from Y/N. They both know they did wrong, and have pulled themselves back from intervening in human affairs all this time. And they have many reasons for that, they just… want to let Y/N take her anger out. It feels better, it always does, even if it’s on them this time.

“I can’t do this,” Y/N raises her hands up in defeat, her eyes still glowing bright gold in her anguish, and she turns around and stomps away before anyone can say a word to her. Natasha gives her supposed parents a short glance that says much more than words would, and walks after Y/N. She affectionately lays her arm around Y/N’s shoulders and pulls her into a side embrace as they continue to walk further away from the group, into the depths of the Avengers compound. Hand in hand. Sisters.

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1ddotdhq · 4 years ago

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🍿Fri 9 Oct ‘20🃏

Hahahahahahahaha hahahahahahaha hahahaha. Okay. Am I done? I think I’m done. So, um. What kind of day has it been, guys?

Let’s start with the...less unusual, and then really get into it. Harry’s team has sent his for your consideration Grammy packet to the music academy, Back To You was certified Platinum in the United States (!!! it’s what she deserves!!), Niall first posted to let us know he was going out and about with his bike, and then, sure enough, was seen out and about in London today with his $7.5K cherry red bike and Navy Blue bike shorts (note: he wasn’t riding his bike - he was walking it), Zayn and Gigi had their first date night ft. pasta [!] at the farm house since the birth of their daughter, and someone from the GBBO baked a Harry Styles cake, but the flavor is still unknown. Niall also took to twitter to tell everyone that the last four years of the Trump presidency feels like an episode of punk’d.

That’s a GREAT segue into what the rest of the day felt like for me! First, someone noticed that Louis’ (official) website had been changed: the Walls CD was now listed as having 13 tracks instead of 12. Was this? A deluxe version? A new song? A website editor’s mistake? And then, if that wasn’t confusing enough, Louis registered a new song that was co-written with Jamie Hart and credited Noel Gallagher (the exact same people credited on Walls, the song). The song registered was called “Today Show” and that immediately got people wondering if THIS could be the secret 13th song on the album! Alas, it is not. Apparently, it is the registration of the performance of Walls, the song, from the Today Show, which explains the writing credits. It does not explain the secret 13th song, but at this point, the easiest explanation is that a graphic designer made a typo.

Louis had no comment on the potential new songs, but he DID show up in Liam’s live! Oh my God. Liam’s live. Okay, well. The first thing we should talk about is that he has called his Halloween show his biggest yet, and he has not yet decided on a costume (pls be Harry Potter) but he was open to suggestions: Leroy the Choreographer was a popular one, as was Harry Styles (“which era of Styles, though?”), and even old school Liam himself. We got a reprise of parts of Watermelon Sugar and the “a door”/Adore discourse and even a bit of a live reaction to the song itself, and a confirmation that Liam and Tom are gonna do a duet (“I slithered in” jkfdhfkjda !!!!!).

Okay, then. That’s about it for the sort of weird news, now let's get into the REALLY ODD things. It started normally enough, with the chat asking Liam what his favorite country was, and he said that his favorite trip was getting to go to Africa with Ant Middleton (the British reality TV adventurer), which he called “eye opening”. He said that the TV special they did together was them talking about their lives, and went on to say, “it was good, it was good, I slept on the floor with loads of animals. It was like being in One Direction!” and cackled (I did too!). “Sorry,” he said, “I HAD TO!”. Uh, no, you didn’t, said Louis, who popped on to tell him to “watch your mouth”. “AYYYY,” said Liam, “Louis’ watching...I bet [he] won’t come on, because [he’s] camera shy!” Dicho y hecho, Louis was like No <3 and DID NOT send a request to join the live. “He makes me feel WARM,” said Liam about Louis. YEAH CUZ HE’S THE SUN HAVEN’T YOU HEARD????

Was it for Lilo?? NO! OF COURSE NOT! In a second live, Liam, about thirteen minutes in, said, “Oh! Hang on! We *really* have to talk about something!”, and started talking about how “the other day” he took Maya (who had been in the fandom before dating him) to see a movie she had been wanting to watch - “After We Collide”. He described the film as “not the sort he’d watch” and “RAUNCHY as hell”, and then! He found out - AFTER (hehe) watching the movie - that the characters were based on One Direction (*giggles loudly* “which I mean was just the FUNNIEST THING EVER”). AND IF THAT WASN’T ENOUGH, Maya then made him watch the FIRST film in the series (“which I kind of sat through”). About the whole thing, he said, “it was...an interesting viewing perspective”.

Liam liked that his character (Landon, apparently) was a caring half brother who wanted the best for everyone, however, he said, “I feel like, sometimes, I’m a little bit the main guy [YIKES]...Who was obviously based on Mr. Styles”. He then said, with a completely straight face, “I feel like we always have a bit of Hardin Scott in us - that sounds weird”. He said that he really went down the rabbit hole with this one (oof), and realized that Landon’s physical description was “a young David Beckam”, and then he started giggling again. He did manage to stop laughing long enough to 1.) call fanfiction and fan creation “so cool” 2.) confirm that he’s now in it for the long haul and will be watching the third installment of the series and 3.) to tell Louis to watch it! “If Louis is [still] watching,” he said, starting to laugh again, “PLEASE just go and check that out for me. Just please dedicate an hour of your life, and just. Just have a little watch”. Liam’s chaotic energy? UNMATCHED! Honestly, I also want to hear Louis’ thoughts on this movie - I have a feeling they aren’t going to be as diplomatic as Liam’s were.

#liam payne #louis tomlinson #harry styles #niall horan #zayn malik #hi i want everyone to know that i was LOSING MY SHIT while watching that live #i blew up EVERYONES phone #but think about this!#Liam went 'this is a movie where the main character is based on Harry'#and then he went 'oh LOUIS!!! PLEASE TELL ME!!! what do YOU think about this????"#it really really speaks volumes bc like...thats how i tease my friends about their partners #mask rundown: liam and maya went to a movie apparently and im gonna guess they were unmasked Niall was also unmasked but he was on a bike #so thats acceptable #ANYWAYS!#the song of the day!#Desperate Measures by the Marianas Trench

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moonlit-imagines · 5 years ago

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Headcanons for being Tony Stark’s Daughter (The Aftermath)

Tony Stark x daughter!reader

warnings:

a/n: y/n is about 17 or 18; i cried while writing this. sorry this is really long!!! pls forgive me 🥺

prompt: takes place from a3 to smffh

The Early Years (1) The Teenage Years (2) The Intense Years (3) Continued (5)

let’s start on a happy note! ahahah

so for a while, earth was calm

you, pepper, and tony got to be a family for a while

wedding planning!

of course you got to try the ben&jerry’s ice cream named after your dad: Stark Raving Hazelnuts

“it’s not fair that you got ice cream named after you and i didn’t”

“well, when you grow up to be as awesome as me, maybe you’ll get your own ice cream flavor”

developing nanotech suits together for a Bonding Experience(tm)

speechless after the first test

“dad, this is...”

“the coolest thing to ever exist?”

“yes!!”

yall ready for some shit?

the day that ebony maw invaded was pretty—what’s the word? interesting? no. well, yes, but...HORRIBLE.

it all started when you got the call from your dad

“y/n, incoming call from ‘big fat meanie’”

“god, i really have to change that. okay, JOSHIE, answer it. hey, dad? what’s up?”

“hey, kid! you know that weird ass building on bleecker street? how fast can you get here?”

“JOSH can you track FRIDAY really quick? lets see how far dad is...uh, okay, be there in five, see ya”

taking your suit for a spin and realizing how GREAT it was to be able to basically fold up your suit and put it in your back pocket

knocking on the door and it opened on its own, it was kinda cool

“is this a museum? cool.”

bruce turning around to see you after about three years and giving you an awkward smile and a wave while you stood frozen around the wizard-guys

“y/n, god, you’ve grown up!”

charging into him for a long overdue hug

“you don’t know how much i missed you. it’s been chaotic without you”

“i can...i can only imagine”

a debriefing on the situation you were about to face, and bonus! having to play the catch-up game with bruce

“just call him, dad. we need as much help as we can. steve will understand”

rushing outside to face off with some ugly-ass aliens

“oh nooo, it’s roger smith from american dad”

bruce: 👀, stephen: 👀, wong: 👀, tony: 👏👏🥰 that’s my girl

simultaneous nanosuit unveiling

“you ready for this one, pops?”

“of course! ive waited years to kick some more alien ass”

montage of you and tony getting your asses beat together (as a family <3)

peter showing up

“give me one good reason why i shouldn’t send you back to that school bus”

“because i’m good company?”

“whatever, just listen to whatever dad has to say, i forfeit my responsibilities over you”

pew pew, repulsors, pew, tiny rockets! fun! action! destroying new york again and again. good times...

until JOSHUA gave you notice that your dad was flying high

“call him. now.”

“hey! how’s it going down there?”

“dad, you know how i feel about you and space”

“i know, i know. i just...i gotta take care of this. keep pepper safe for your old man, okay?”

“i lo—l—ve y—”

“y/n? y/n?! i love you! shit!”

“we lost connection with her, sir”

trying to call peter

“call failed, y/n. should i try again?”

“i’m gonna kill them...”

walking through the rubble to find bruce, the only sensible man you know

taking him to the avengers compound asap to get to rhodey and figure out what comes next

meanwhile, tony was dealing with space and another teenager

and worrying a lot about leaving you on earth

“i mean, mr. stark, y/n’s one of the most capable people i know. she’s probably trying to fix this whole mess as we speak”

“i didn’t get to tell her i love her”

“oh...”

having a lovely meeting with thaddeus ross with rhodey, having a lovely time watching them passive-aggresively argue until your former teammates arrived

having to patiently (and professionally) wait for ross to hang up before running into them for a hug

“holy shit, you guys have no idea how bad i’ve wanted to see you. it sucks not being all together anymore”

“i know, y/n. we’ve all missed you.” -cap

“a lot” -nat added

bruce’s little entrance that was sure to bring some awkwardness

you, secretly freaking out about your dad

sam was the one that found you crying after you “stepped out” for a few minutes too long

“oh, y/n,” he was contemplating grabbing someone else to step in, but decided to sit next to you in the hallway, “i’m sorry, kiddo. i can’t promise you anything, but your dad is a fighter. a big pain in the ass. i think your odds are good”

laughing through your tears

“yeah, you’re right. thanks, sammy”

he gave you a little hug while you calmed down

getting to business, the ass-kicking kind

as the wise natasha romanoff once said to your father, you were being “uncharacteristically non-hyper verbal”

your mind did this funny thing...wandered into places it really should not go

the talk about sacrificing vision led to wakanda, where you had a swell time patrolling

“guys! we’ve got incoming. a lot of incoming”

well-deserved uncle/niece team up. who wouldve thought?

you would have nightmares about these aliens for years to come

“you get to die, and you get to die! everybody gets to die!”

“y/n, what did we talk about?” -rhodey

“using humor as a defense mechanism makes the team uncomfortable...”

covering the girls 😌 because we gotta have those all-girl teamups, uh-huh?

some more blasting

thor made his comeback and you just could not miss it

“hi, thor!”

you landed next to him and your helmet receded

“well, hello, miss y/n! good to see you again! my, you got taller...oh! meet my friends: rabbit and tree”

having a “what the actual fuck” moment upon seeing thanos for the first time

and flying at him from behind with a massive nanotech blade ready to kill this purple bastard

but he grabbed your arm and flung you into the dirt, that was gonna leave a mark

“i just had to make a suit when i was ten...no one stopped me, huh? i couldn’t be elon’s kid, he was a nice guy”

watching thanos snap his fingers and looking around to see dust floating through the air and thanos retreat

“rhodey? uncle rhodey?!”

“i’m right here, kid, don’t worry”

he grabbed your hand while you were dusting

“tell my dad i love him, promise?”

fading away and leaving rhodey with your last words

he was mad before anything else

all he could think about was a promise your dad made him take years back

“rhodey, you keep my daughter safe no matter what, promise?”

the avengers recooperating at the compound, waiting to figure out whether any of the space-crew survived

they had to let pepper know that you didn’t make it, she was a mess upon hearing that news

tony finally making his way back to earth

and stumbling out of that ship

“where’s y/n? where is she?!”

“tony, tony, calm down”

“dont tell me to calm down! where is my daughter?!”

“she made me promise to tell you thay she loves you”

tony knew the answer by now, he lost his mind over your death

it didn’t feel right not having you by his side, for the past 18 years you’ve been with him

after a long period of recovery, tony and pepper moved on, got married, built a home, had a new daughter...

tony made sure there was a spare room for you

he put all the things you left behind in it

there were so many photos of you in the house

and he’d show your sister, morgan, all of them. he wanted morgan to know her sister

“that’s y/n when she built her first robot. it snuck up on me a few times. it went ‘boo!’”

morgan loved the stories about you, but she didn’t understand why she couldn’t see you

“when do i get to meet her?”

“uh...maybe someday, sweetie”

after being unbothered for almost 5 years, the remaining avengers came back with a plan that was so tempting, he just wanted his little girl back

cracking under pressure and telling pepper that he couldn’t ignore this mission because it was his chance to get you back

“get her back, tony”

“you think so?”

“i miss her, too.”

and so it began, he made it his mission to get you back

peeking at the wallet picture of you on his shoulders when you were so little

tony travelling to 2012; loki’s invasion

and there you were, the sassy genius 12 year old that he missed so much

“we’ve got this, tony, we’ll bring her home” -scott

and then things went badly and also 2012 tony went into cardiac arrest and 2012 y/n dove onto the floor to tend to him

“dad? give us some room, would you?!”

2023 tony smiling at how much he missed you worrying about him and how reckless he was

but also...the mission kinda went bad so that sucked

push it a bit farther back and now tony was with grandpa stark! asking how to be a dad and all that!

he could barely stand still waiting for you to come back to him, god he missed you more than he thought

and after a bit of hard work, it was time to snap

just like that, you were back in wakanda, puzzled by the gap in time before one of dr. strange’s portals opened in front of you

and then you were in the ruins of the avengers compound

“JOSHUA, can you locate my dad?”

“i think you’ll be able to see him”

“wow, i cant believe i programmed your cocky artificial ass”

“i think you can”

seeing your dad flying high and patching into the comms

“miss me, old man?”

and then he hit the gas to get to you and when this man hugged you, you almost couldn’t let go

“i’m so sorry, y/n. god, i’m sorry. these last five years...i was so lost without you”

“it’s okay, dad, i’m here now”

getting shot at during your reunion

“son of a bitch...we’re having a family moment here, asshole!”

yes, im gonna say it again. of course i am! and.........father/daugher team-up

the last one

“peter, is that you? you asshole! i cant believe you went to space without me!”

“missed you too!”

rhodey!! cant forget about uncle rhodey!!

“you gave my dad the message, right?”

“it was your dying wish, of course i did!”

“great. don’t forget i love you, too, rhodey!”

“couldn’t let me forget it”

lest we forget that pepper joined the fight?

plot twist: (step)mother/daughter team-up

mother/father/daugher team up!!!! ultimate stark machine!!!!!!!

and then you left him alone for 5 minutes and he’s got the infinity stones and you know it’s the last time you’re going to see him and you cant decide what your next move is and you’re just frozen and you cant catch your breath and he snaps and your heart plummets

you have to rush to his side, the last time you can sit beside his tired body and let him know that its going to be okay

“hey dad, it’s okay, we’re gonna be fine. thank you for everything”

peter grabbing your hand as you both sobbed next to your dad, feeling robbed of your time with him

pepper brought you home where she told you all about the five years you missed

both of you just cried harder than you’ve ever cried before

“so i have a sister?”

morgan was so happy to meet you, she couldn’t contain herself, practically latched onto you

and she didn’t fully understand what happened to tony

you saw your new room for the first time and didn’t leave it for a while, occasionally pepper or morgan would pop in

morgan actually crawled into bed with you a few times

the funeral was one of the worst days of your life

the remnants of your young life pulled back together for one day

then you hid back in your room before you heard a knock

“who is it?”

“it’s happy”

“come in”

“hey, kiddo. me and morgan are gonna get some cheeseburgers, you wanna come?”

she really was a stark

after a long hibernation, you started to get back into the groove of your old life

but the press was brutal and harsh, you were bombarded with questions regarding your dad

it took everything not to explode on camera

you stayed in contact with the rest of the avengers, mourning your dead, keeping the support system, staying a family

it was all you could get...for now

#tony stark x daughter!reader #tony stark imagine #tony stark x reader #tony stark #iron man x daughter!reader #iron man imagine #iron man x reader #iron man #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #marvel #avengers x reader #avengers imagine #avengers

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nightshadowhawk · 4 years ago

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rating ninjago seasons with explanations because i was bored (spoilers obvs)

way of the ninja: 6/10 - i remember watching this ages and ages ago, to me they were just filler episodes to me as i’d watched all the way to rebooted at that point, not super interesting but it started everything so extra points for that

rise of the snakes: 5/10 - YES its old i know but the… the GD attack should have caused more chaos… destroyed more stuff… it only moved a couple cars in this season (which entirely changes in SoG with harumi’s flashbacks) which i thought was … weird, even when i was younger lol… but theres development of characters n all i think a lot of it is rad !

legacy of the green ninja: 6/10 - pretty good, i haven’t watched this in a while so i dont remember much but the end battle is Legendary so there’s extra points for that and also extra points for dareth being introduced hee hee

rebooted: 6/10 - the whole overlord and nindroids thing is … pretty cool ?? pixal and cyrus exist now so !!!! that adds points !!! when i was younger i remember watching zanes sacrifice a lot cuz i couldnt get over it, and now i can recite all the words off by heart … lol anyway i think this seasons ok 👍

tournament of elements: 8/10 - very good, i loved seeing the other elemental masters !!!! and chen is actually a very cool villain, especially when i was younger, i loved him then lol … the ending is kinda 😟 bc garmy technically dies but yea its a gud season C:

possession: 10/10 - this season is EVERYTHING???? the intro SLAPS, the whole aesthetic is incredible and not to mention theres a whole bunch of favourite characters content in this season so that adds extra points !!!! the story all flows smoothly and its just Mmmm so gud. i love it dearly, defo a comfort season i’ve watched it so many times

skybound: 7/10 - i can see why some people hate this season as the whole nadakhan marrying nya thing is VERY weird (even my cousin who was 6 at the time when we first watched it could tell that) … but theres extra points for 1. the whole misfortunes keep crew, i love them, and 2. the ninja replacements team, i also care them all so dearly … the lighting in this season is super good, and also the storyline threads together well, i just find it very Appealing how it goes back to how it started

hands of time: 4/10 - idk man its just … boring, i can’t really be interested enough to watch to the end of the season? extra points for acronix being pretty and the scruff moments tho lol…. also whats with more snake people …. cant be ninjago without snakes ig LMAO

day of the departed: 5/10 - i also just see this as a filler… i mean yes it tells how cole turned back from a ghost but otherwise it’s just kinda random but i still liked it

sons of garmadon: 7/10 - pretty good ! harumi is a very cool character tho i do think shes kinda selfish … like a lot of others probably lost family in the GD attack??? kind of confused … but the SoG group as a whole is VERY epic i love the designs for UV and mr E (killows design just throws me off tho… why Real Hands..)

hunted: 10/10 - SO damn good the storyline is EVERYTHING and i love how it switches POVs every so often to keep things on edge. its also pretty dark for a kids show and that makes it better, and the cinematics for this are all just AMAZING…. i care the dragon designs so much, mmmmmmmmmm beloveds :^)

march of the oni: 6/10 - wasted!!!!! potential!!!!! the oni were such a good show of fantastic character design and they were just….. taken out in like 5 seconds despite them literally being the embodiment of destruction? there was literally two seasons before this of the ninja dealing with one (1) embodiment of destruction and then when theres LOADS that make tentacle death clouds and are super OP they just … are defeated????? ok…… also what was the point in coles fall fr it just made me sad for no reason🙁

secrets of forbidden spinjitzu: 6/10 - the fire chapter was … cool ? i guess, wasn’t the most interesting, aspheera is hot tho lol😝(LITERALLY !!!!! Funny joke pls laugh.)also clutch being introduced adds points, love the stupid explorer man. the ice chapter is super dark, i loved seeing the never-realm and how everything worked there, and ?? evil zane ?!??!? sheeeeeesh that was a bold move that was super epic … i liked this part of the season :^0

prime empire: 10/10 - another comfort season YEAHHHHH !!!! the aesthetic !! so good !!! the characters r RAD like scott and okino and seven I LOVE THEM SO DEARLY ….. the soundtrack is RAD as well i listen to it plentifully …… the ending is happysad and i always go a bit cry when unagami and milton walk away together :’^)

master of the mountain: 8/10 - the whole slavery thing is … questionable but the skull sorcerer’s design is super awesome ! and the upply … i care them … :^)))) AND A COLE SEASON !!!! i loved the development for him !!! and the way that vania and cole stayed a friendship the whole time cuz it never implied they were gonna date or whatever which made me happy honestly … i rated it 8/10 as the extra points are from the upply

the island: shit/10 - what the fuck was that. the islanders were cool i liked their designs but seriously i hated the ending so bad like there was no reason for ronin to be the antagonist again … just let clutch steal the amulet and there you have it all set up for the next season whoooo

seabound: 9/10 - again i love the aesthetic, the glowy-ness of everything is so pretty in this, and the design for wojira is amazing … tho this season is super sad, im sure theres reasoning for the ending of it :)))))) the storyline is also very good in this ! it does actually make sense which sometimes doesnt happen ……...

#ninjago #ns15 spoilers

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pies-writes-and-more · 5 years ago

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PIES’ FIC RECOMMENDATIONS FOR JUNE 2020

Click HERE for the amazing fics I read in May 2020!

NOTE: If you’ve got an incredible fic that you are super proud of or if you think that I should read something you’ve read, PLEASE SEND IT TO ME! I’m really big on StevexFem!Reader, BuckyxFem!Reader, WandaxFem!Reader, CarolxFem!Reader, and Stucky fics!!! (And of course any fics with gender neutral readers is ALWAYS welcome :) )

If you do end up reading these fics, please tag me if you reblog them or comment on them!! I’d love to see your guys’ reactions :)

PS. if these links dont work for some reason, please let me know so I can update this list because I was very distracted halfway through making this so it might not be perfect!

SPECIAL MENTION FIC/POEM RECOMMENDATION

Okay so I’m not doing this because I’m trying to give myself a shoutout however, @wxstedhexrt and I have been collaborating in a poetry inspired fanfic collection called Falling! Tis a BuckyxFem!Reader series and if I do say so myself, it’s fucking adorable.

The real reason I’m mentioning it is because @wxstedhexrt‘s poems are some of the most real and gorgeously written things I’ve ever met so please give them a look!

She has this series on Achilles and Patroclus, this collection about the word Silver, gorgeous poems from last year (involving Icarus, Apollo, and Helen of Troy), and so many more!!! Check out the tag #poetry or #mywriting on her blog!!! Send her some love :)

ANYWAYS BACK TO THE FANFICS!

1. Homecoming by @scentedsongrebel | Steve Rogers x Desi!Reader “You bring Steve to Mumbai to meet your family“ Yall want some wonderful representation in your fic reading!!??? READ THIS ONE! It’s so fucking wholesome and I love the whole story line of Steve learning more about his partner’s culture so that he can impress her family. Fucking adorable. 100% fluff with a wonderfully diverse reader and author!!!!

2. Iced Tea by @kaunis-sielu | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader I don’t think there’s an official summary for this fic ( @kaunis-sielu pls correct me if I’m wrong) BUT LEMME TELL YALL. I AM A SUCKER FOR BIKER FICS. WE LOVE BIKER STEVE. This was 100% FLUFFY and we LOVE IT. Amazing job!!!!!!

3. let me show you by @moteldwelling | Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader bucky gives reader a “redo” on her first time, and takes her virginity. Listen here people. This smut took my soul and dragged me to hell and back. I am a SUCKER for Bucky fics but this one like took my life away. We love a man who makes sure his lady is having a good time when being intimate with her!!!!! we stan a good boi. Anyways if I keep thinking about this fic, I’mma need to go shower so I’mma end this here. Go read for yourselves and then cry with me about why Bucky Barnes isn’t in our lives. 18+ readers only of course! 100% HOT. FUCKING. SMUT.

4. Under the Rainbow, Draga mea by @binkysteebnpewter | Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader Again, I don’t think there’s an official summary for this (pls correct me if I’m wrong @binkysteebnpewter) and YES, I KNOW i put this in my May recommendations but I finished reading the series in JUNE so it is HERE AGAIN and DESERVES to be HERE AGAIN BECAUSE WE LOVE FICS WITH 100% GAY SHIT AND LOVE <3 I am a fucking sucker for the love that Wanda and this Reader have together. If you’re not convinced, ask @wxstedhexrt how much I cried reading it lol. anyways an amazing series that I will continue to go back reading again and again because i LOVE wlw fics <3

5. Oh no, that’s bad by @andyl394 | Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader You’re a college student, you’re mad angry, Bucky ruins your paper, that’s not good is it? I read through this 20-part series like there was NO TOMORROW and god DAMN. We love hilarious social media AUs but this one really killed me. I always love Bucky who is soft and shy in fics but the Bucky in this fic was a LITTLE SHIT and i had so much ANGST. Anyways, if you read this fic, you may want to slap the characters BUT I PROMISE THERES AN ADORABLE HAPPY ENDING!!!! 100% INCREDIBLE

6. Home by @evanstush | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader It’s been 2 years since the last battle and it’s now Morgan’s 7th birthday, and well, Tony being Tony, he prepared a small party for her little girl, inviting everyone from the team, including you. So Kate decided to rip my heart out with this fic and have me on my knees sobbing so that’s cool. That’s it, that’s all I have to say. JK, this fic actually is like half and half FLUFF and ANGST but lord is it worth it. Kate, you know I adore you so much and your fics play a big part in why! God this girl deserves more love on these stories because holy shit I’m DEAD.

7. Baby Self by @honeyloverogers | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader Alternative to Babies! Assemble, What if it was you that got turned into a baby instead? YALL WANT FUCKING FLUFF!?!?!?! 1000000000% FLUFFFFFFF AND CUTENESSSSSS (with like a little bit of a piece of shit lady who comes around but like its cool because a baby says fuck lol) THIS WAS A FIC WRITTEN LIKE NO OTHER. I LOVED IT SO MUCH. IT WAS SO PERFECT. Think of endgame and that moment when Scott turns into a baby??? Yeah now scratch that and think of Y/N if SHE turned into a baby and the avengers couldn’t figure out how to turn her back right away so now everyone has to take care of this baby HGOIDHFOISHFOISDHF the baby fever was so real in this fic ughhhhh <3

8. Insecurities by @evanstush | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader You’re 7 months pregnant, and you can’t help be so insecure about some things. And here’s Kate again bringing me back to life with more wholesome fluff and a wholesome husband who loves his wife so fucking much and ugh i- i read this fic over and over sometimes and it just makes me realize how much i want this adhfoiasjdfoi <3 I aint pregnant but if I WAS i would want this steve to be comforting me ugh 103874203847% FLUFFFFFFF <3

9. Requested fic (idk if it has a name??? sorry) by @donutloverxo | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader Request: Hey, as for the headcanon requests how about Steve giving a lift to a girl in need when it's raining heavily or smth? I don't know where this idea came from 😅 Did yall need some confirmation that Sarah Rogers raised her son the fucking right way?!?!? WELL HERE YOU GO. THIS MANS OUT HERE BEING AN ABSOLUTE SWEETHEART <3 ugh we love wholesome drabbles really <3 amazing workkkkk!!!!!

10. Leather and Lace by @queen-kass-the-writer | Steve Rogers x AFuckingKickAssFem!OC :) Steve Rogers hardly expects anything to come out of a sleepy night at his new favorite dive bar until a pristinely dressed little lady saunters into the bar with a delicate smile but a wicked uppercut. Biker!Steve x Helena Alright so this is a little different than the above fics because THIS IS AN OC FIC :D now if any of yall know me I don’t tend to read OC fics HOWEVER Kass is INCREDIBLE at churning out fics. I had gave her an idea of a Biker Steve fic and like BAM she made it :O (seriously i don’t know how that is... to have an idea... and actually produce it?!??!) It’s a hilarious story of Biker Steve being head over heels Helena which is adorable (and a character named after me being Bucky’s shithead date lol hilarious) YALL BETTER READ THIS SHIT BECAUSE IT’S 100% WONDERFUL

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Okay so I know that this list is FAR shorter than my last recommendations list. I suckkkkked at reading fics this month lol. I’m definitely going to try and read more in July so here’s to hoping! Love you all a ton :D

#Steve Rogers #steve rogers x reader #Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #fic recommendations #pies recommendations list #pies june recommendations #steve rogers x y/n #bucky barnes x y/n #wanda maximoff x y/n

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farfromtommy · 5 years ago

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a life well lived (steve rogers x fem!reader)

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summary: life with steve rogers has been the adventure of a lifetime

A/N: pls let me know what you think i hope u enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it. this is mildly edited so pls excuse any mistakes

warnings: little bit of infinity war and endgame angst, heavilty ignoring the last like 20 minutes of endgame, nobody dies, fluffy fluff wrapped up in everything

word count: 1,914

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You had met Tony Stark while you were studying at M.I.T after he caught wind of a new genius on the rise. He took you under his wing and the two of you became unstoppable. You helped him run Stark Industries until he approached you about a new idea. After everything had happened to him, he came to you about a suit of armor that would change the world.

While developing his suit, he knew he needed a partner. Someone who had his back no matter what was being thrown at him. He worked on a suit without your knowledge and when it was ready he revealed it to you. A suit of armor matching his, but... you sized. You were essentially a second Iron Man. He needed you with him while he was taking on this new job he had created for himself. Much to your dismay, the media had labeled you “Iron Woman” and you had to run with it.

When Tony was brought in by Nick Fury for the Avengers Initiative, his only condition was that you were brought in as well. You contributed just as much as Tony did and you would be a valuable asset to the team. When the rest of the team was brought together you had caught the eye of a certain blonde soldier. Steve had seen the way you worked and had an insane amount of respect for you. It wasn’t easy doing what you did. He had read about the woman working alongside Tony Stark and never imagined how amazing she is.

You were intelligent and compassionate. You were fearless and unapologetically you. He could go on and on about the kind of person you are. It took a special kind of a person to bring Steve out of the place he was in after coming back. He would call you in the middle of the night if he had a question he could not get out of his mind. You would be over at his apartment almost instantly with food and a laptop in hand, showing him whatever he wanted to know.

Those late nights became sleepovers on his couch when you were too tired to drive home. You loved the late nights with him. It was almost like he could put down the wall he always had up and you loved who he was behind it. You laughed like you’ve never laughed. You learned to love like you’ve never loved. Steve Rogers had your heart the moment he shook your hand and introduced himself to you, and he knew it.

It didn’t take long for you to start falling asleep in his bed rather than the couch. You would wake up with him wrapped around your body and you would melt right into him. He was never one for talking about his feelings but the very first morning he woke up to the soft snores escaping your lips he couldn’t hold it back anymore. You sat there listening to him ramble about feelings and love and when you couldn’t get him to relax you planted your lips on his. After that, you knew you would never let a day go by where you weren’t right there next to him.

You stood by him when S.H.I.E.L.D collapsed and his childhood best friend had risen from the dead and tried to kill him and his friends. You know better than anyone the love he had for Bucky Barnes. You had been there when Fury got into Steve’s apartment and told you both not to trust anyone. You took down the helicarriers with them and watched in horror as Steve went down with one. You were there with Sam as he woke up in the hospital. You held his hand feeling like if you let go you'd lose him again. He pressed kisses to your hand and rested it on his heart, reminding you he wasn't going anywhere and would be with you no matter what.

You stood by him through the accords, knowing the consequences it would have on the most important relationship in your life. You were also there when the news of Peggy’s death broke and held his hand during the whole service. You fought side by side in Germany, knowing what it would mean. You ran with him and Bucky to Siberia. You left Tony there on the ground in Siberia and you, abandoning someone who had been there for you for almost 10 years.

You held his hand when he had to say goodbye to Bucky again. He knew he could trust the Wakandans to fix Bucky and take out whatever Hydra put into his head, but it didn’t hurt any less. You were allowed to stay a couple of days in Wakanda to gather yourselves and prepare for the next mission. You had left your suit behind in Siberia, knowing Tony would have found you if you kept it. You had help from Shuri developing a new suit that wouldn’t be tracked and still had most of your design implements but with some upgraded technology. You held Steve as close as you could those few days, knowing what leaving was going to mean. Nothing you did was going to be safe, there were no guarantees anymore.

You were there with him while on the run before Thanos. Hopping around from country to country with Nat and Sam. You had been on the run for god knows how long and it wasn’t getting easier. But having Steve right there next to you made it just a little bit easier at the end of the day. You had your best friends with you through everything. Steve would hold you at night when you couldn’t sleep and you’d just think about if all of this was worth it. One night you asked Steve what he hoped he’d get out of this. He said he wanted to be able to hang up the Captain America suit and live a life he never thought he’d get. A life right here with you.

Watching you get dusted in Wakanda was the worst thing Steve had ever experienced. He stood there speechless watching Bucky’s gun fall to the ground, dust floating around it. You ran up to him and placed a hand on his as he grabbed the dust from the ground. You looked him in the eyes and just told him how much you loved him and that you were with him no matter what. You didn’t know if you were next or if he was, you just needed to make sure he knew. You told him you love him and just held on as you started to disappear. He shut his eyes as he felt your grip on him started to fade away and all he could do was whisper “I’m sorry”

The 5 years he had to live without you were the worst of his life. You were robbed of a life with him. Steve thinks about what he should’ve done differently. He should’ve just retired when the accords were drawn up. He should’ve taken retirement and built a life with you. A life you had always talked about getting. Taking a page out of Clint’s book and building you a house in the middle of nowhere and raising kids. You both talked about saying no to the accords, retiring and settling down somewhere. Leaving the superhero-ing to someone else. But you both knew to fight for something you believed in far outweighed your personal desires.

When Scott said he had a way to bring everyone back, to bring you back, Steve needed to do everything he could. He needed to get you back. During the time heist when they were sent to the battle of New York, Steve had forgotten about you being there. Seeing you again made his heart fall to the pit of his stomach and it took everything in him not to run up to you and never let you go. He needed this to work, he didn’t know what he would do if it didn’t.

Seeing you fly through the portals Dr. Strange created had stopped his heart. He saw your suit, he heard your voice through the coms. Standing next to Bucky and Sam as you dropped to the ground ready to fight, he knew he would never let you go again. You fought beside him like you had countless times before.

You dropped to the ground knowing the fight was over, seeing the armies get dusted right before you. Steve spotted the red and gold of your suit somewhere on top of the rubble, your head bowed and eyes shut. He made his way to you, a little unsure of what may happen. He crouched in front of you dropping the hammer he was now wielding. You looked up at the man before you, tears falling heart racing. He tackled you in a hug, burying his head in the crook of your neck as much as he could with the suit on. The first 2 words out of his mouth after 5 years without you were, “marry me”.

After all was said and done you and Steve refused to wait another moment before becoming husband and wife. Tony walked you down the aisle to the love of your life surrounded by the people who mattered most to you. You were met with Steve’s eyes with tears falling out of them. When you handed your bouquet to Natasha you brought your hand up to Steve’s face and wiped the tears. He placed his hand on top of yours and kissed the inside of your palm.

The ceremony was perfect. You stood there with Natasha by your side. Steve stood with Bucky by his side, something he never thought would be possible. After 5 years of nothing but pain and regret, everything was as it should be.

During the reception, you were sitting at a table by yourself playing with your rings and just looking around at all the excitement and joy. You spotted Steve standing at the bar with a beer in his hand and a laugh bubbling out of his chest, a sound you would never get tired of hearing. You looked back at your rings with a smile on your face.

“You did good, kid” Tony whispered. He came up behind you and placed a hand on your shoulder. You looked up at the man who changed your whole life. “Yeah, he’s not too bad. Maybe a little too old for me, but I don’t think it’ll be an issue.” You smirked. Tony chuckled to himself and sat down next to you. You sat there in silence absorbing all the love bouncing around the room.

“When are you and Capsicle going to have kids? Morgan needs some cousins so she’ll stop asking me when she’s getting a sister.”

James Grant Rogers was born not too long after your wedding. The bouncing baby boy was nothing but perfect. You and Steve had finally started building the life you wanted together. Not wasting much time giving James some company, you welcomed Joseph Samuel Rogers to your family. And once again with Sarah Natalia Rogers not long after that. Steve promised you that you could stop at 3 but you’re not too sure how long that is going to last.

a/n: im so mad i literally didn’t know how to end it without it being forced or like... idk. but i hope u enjoy reading it i love love LOVED writing it and im so happy to be getting back into writing again. pls check out my masterlist and read some of my other new stories. i’ll be labeling them new so show them some love <3

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13-reasons-ideas · 5 years ago

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You’re such a talented writer I can’t even😍 I’ve never read a Monty story with so much depth before👌🏼. Can u pls pls do a “your first time” with Monty❤️❤️❤️

I am SO SORRY this took like FOREVER. It is very long though. Word count 6731.

A/N: This story is SMUT. 18+ ONLY. If you are under 18, please do not read. The reader is nervous in this story but she does want to have sex with him. The conversation between Montgomery and the reader is merely him attempting to calm her nerves. He is in no way trying to pressure her into anything. Use protection and please make sure you use the washroom after sex in order to prevent a UTI. As always, feedback is appreciated.

The First Time

My parents were going to be out of town for a week for their anniversary. I hadn’t told my boyfriend yet but that would change at lunch. Before I left for school, I made sure I had everything I needed. A brand-new, unopened box of condoms-bought with Tony’s help-were in my bedside drawer. Check. The lubricant-also recommended by Tony- was also stashed in the drawer, in case it would be needed.Check. I had made sure to exfoliate my legs before and after I shaved my legs and I put on my new matching underwear set. I wanted everything to be perfect tonight. Now, do not think I am naïve, I know that the first time is not a magical experience with unicorns or rainbows, but I still have some ideals about what I would like to happen. I danced around my room as I got dressed and sprayed my favourite perfume, (Your favourite perfume), on my pressure points and behind my ear. I slipped on a pair of flats and grabbed my coat and bag before bouncing out the door to drive to school.

I arrived at school with enough time to say a quick hello to my friends and get a quick kiss from my boyfriend, Montgomery, before having to run to class. I felt his eyes on my back as I caught up with Justin and Tony for Math. We made idle chit chat as we took our seats. “You tell him yet?” Tony asked, noticing my leg shaking a bit.

“No, I didn’t have time before class and I didn’t want to text him. I’m telling him around lunch. Whenever his friends aren’t around.” I explained, trying to keep my voice down so people wouldn’t make assumptions. That’s all I need. Someone starting a rumor that I’m pregnant or something. He nodded and I felt Justin tap my shoulder and I turned to face him.

“If you want, I can sit with you today and get the guys away from you for a while. I’m guessing what you want to tell him has to do with your parents being out of town?” Justin offered, raising his brow slyly. I blushed a bit and nodded at him.

“That would be great. I’ll meet you at my locker after Biology?”

“Sure. Now, what did you get for number 45 on the homework?” I laughed, shaking my head as I gave him my answer.

After a very long two classes, it was time for lunch. Justin met me at my locker as I was grabbing my History textbook. I felt someone’s eyes on me as we talked and when I turned, I spotted Monty watching us, smiling. He had long since come around to the Jensen boys being a part of my life. Justin looked up and followed my line of sight before beckoning the tall, temperamental boy over. Monty placed his arm around me and pulled me close. I said he had come around, not that he wasn’t still protective. I leaned into him as we began the trek to the cafeteria, Justin and I continuing our conversation the whole way. Monty gave input where he could, but most of the time I felt at least one of his eyes on me the entire walk.

One nice thing about dating a jock was that they’re basically Gods at liberty. People made way for us in the hall, no matter the time of day. The walk would usually take up to ten minutes from my locker to the other side of campus where the cafeteria was, but with Monty and Justin it took merely five minutes. “Make room boys. We have a visitor today.” I called as we approached. The group of athletes looked up, saw Justin with us, and began making room for him. Justin knew where my usual spot is and so of course, that is where he decided to sit. That choice left me with no other choice but to sit in Monty’s lap. He had no objections of course. There were a few comments from his friends but nothing too risqué. If there was anything deemed to be in too poor of taste, Scott or Zach put a stop to it at this point. I made myself comfortable in Monty’s lap and Bryce made a stupid comment about my wiggling that made me blush and bury my face in Monty’s neck. I felt a muscle in his neck twitch but because it was Bryce, no one said anything. Justin touched my back and I could tell he was giving Bryce the stink eye. He was the only one who hadn’t let the fact that I was still a virgin go. Sure, boys made jokes but Bryce was the only one who was an ass about it anymore.

“Leave her alone man. She’s probably getting more action than you are these days.” Zach told Bryce shortly. He understood what it was like, having dealt with the same thing from the group before he and Hannah shared that summer together. I smirked into Monty’s neck and tried to stifle my laugh. The table around me erupted into laughter.

“Yeah, yeah. Can it Zachy. I get plenty.” Bryce tried to defend himself, though I don’t think anyone believed him. My face was still buried in Monty’s neck so I took the opportunity to whisper in his ear.

“Hey babe, can I talk to you alone for a bit?” I asked quietly. I untangled one of my arms from his neck and tapped Justin’s knee. I peeked out and looked at him and Raised my brow slyly. He took the hint that now was the time. He checked his watch and jumped up.

“We have like… half an hour left of lunch left. I’m going to work out and you’re coming with me.” Justin announced to the table, leaving no room for argument. The team groaned but I heard them slowly begin to get up. I made sure to make it look like I was sleeping so Monty couldn’t get up.

“How come Monty doesn’t have to get up and come with us?” Bryce complained, trying to fish for an explanation that was none of his business.

“You want to try waking her up?” Monty asked, mild disdain in his voice. Bryce took a breath as though he was going to answer, before Justin cut him off.

“Last time I tried to wake her up for dinner at my place, she told me to shove it somewhere it wouldn’t and shouldn’t go.” Bryce must have accepted that answer because he didn’t elaborate and I heard them goofing off as the group walked away.

“Are they gone?” I asked, my voice muffled against Monty’s neck.

“Yeah, they are. Is everything okay (Y/N/N)?” He asked, concern evident in his voice. I moved so I was able to look at him before answering.

“Everything is good.” I hesitated a moment before continuing, unsure of how to proceed. “My um, my parents’ anniversary is this weekend. It’s their 25th anniversary.” I stopped again.

“Uh huh. Congratulations to them. That’s great. But why did you want to talk to me alone to tell me that?” he asked, confused.

“Well… They’re out of town for a week to celebrate. So I’m home alone. And I was wondering if you maybe wanted to… come over tonight? And stay over?” I prompted, not seeing how he wasn’t getting the hint. He simply quirked his brow at me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “Monty. My parents are out of town. So I have the entire house to myself. All alone. Are you starting to see what I’m saying?” I asked him, trying to figure out if I would have to literally spell it out for him. I raised my brows a bit, suggestively and he seemed to catch on to what I was implying.

“Oh okay.” He began, and a look of understanding finally crossed his face. “Oh. OH. You mean…. Are you sure? You want to?” He asked. I nodded, grinning.

“Yes babe. I’m sure.” I assured him.

“Well alright then. I’ll meet you at your locker after school?” I nodded again and kissed his nose softly before climbing out of his lap and gathering my things. He smiled at me like he was a little kid. When the bell rang he walked me to history, both of us grinning widely and anticipating the evening ahead.

*******

I could feel my nerves grow as the evening progressed. Monty and I were in my living room watching-okay, half watching-a movie we had both seen before. Do something (Y/N). You have thought about this. You want this. Relax. I decided I needed to make a move. I looked at my boyfriend from the corner of my eye as he drew unconscious patterns on my arm. Smirking, I sat up and straddled his lap, catching him off guard. He looked up at me, surprised and laughed.

“Not often I get to look up at you shortcake.” I giggled and stuck my tongue out cutely. He smiled back and before I could second guess my actions, I leaned down to kiss him deeply. He kissed me back just as deeply and put his arms around my waist to pull me closer. The angle gave me a different vantage point and I thoroughly enjoyed myself. As our kiss became more intense and more heated, my body’s natural instincts began to take over. I felt my hips begin to rock against his lap and judging by how he bit my lip to hold in a groan, he was enjoying my actions just as much as I was. We continued kissing for a short time until I couldn’t hold my need for more off any longer.

“Monty?” I asked as I pulled away, breathless. He panted a few times before answering.

“Yes (Y/N/N)?”

“Can… can we take this upstairs please?” He nodded quickly, kissed my forehead, and pushed a section of hair behind my ear gently.

“Of course.” Trying to be graceful, I clambered out of his lap and held my hand out to help him stand. He shook his head playfully as he took my small hand and we made our way upstairs. I felt like a little kid who got away with stealing a cookie from the jar. Reality began hitting me again when we got to my room and closed the door firmly behind us.

Montgomery could tell I was nervous. I was shaking like a leaf. Why am I so nervous? Everything will be fine. “(Y/N), you know we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to? We can wait.” Monty’s quiet voice said as he softly rubbed my upper arm. I looked up at him and smiled after a beat.

“I want to Montgomery. I want this. I’m just….” I started softly. I couldn’t find the words to explain how I was feeling.

“Nervous. I get it. I’ll get you through it. Everything will be okay.” He told me, placing a gentle kiss on the top of my head. I took a deep breath and before I could continue, he spoke again. “I love you (Y/N). You know that right?” I looked into his eyes and saw complete sincerity. He had never said that before. Not that he didn’t show me how much he loved me with his actions, but he had never said those three words before. I grinned up at him, my eyes probably shining as bright as a kid on Christmas morning.

“I know. I love you too Montgomery.” Reaching up, I placed my hand on the back of his neck and pulled his face down towards mine. When our lips connected I saw the same fireworks as I felt the first time we kissed. He smiled against my lips when I brought my other arm up to connect my fingers around his neck. His strong arms found their place wrapped around my waist and he pulled me closer to him.

As I grew more comfortable with the situation, I grew bolder. I deepened the kiss and tugged slightly on his hair. He smirked into the kiss and groaned softly. He slipped his calloused hand under the back of my shirt before pulling away to look at me. I sighed at the loss of contact. “This still okay?” He asked. I nodded in response. “I need a yes or no here babe.” He told me, his voice taking on a huskier tone.

“Yes. This is okay.” I nodded quickly. He groaned at my eagerness before kissing me passionately again. My hands made their way from his neck to his chest and I ran my hands up and down his chest. My instincts had begun to take over by now. Monty’s hands moved further up my back, my shirt trailing after his expert fingers. He only broke our kiss for a moment to remove my shirt before his mouth was back on mine again. I thrust my hands to his shoulders and pushed his flannel down slightly. I tugged harder when it got stuck against the fabric of his t-shirt. Once it was down his arms, I threw it into a corner where it landed with a thud. His shirt was next to go, again only with a brief disruption to our kiss. When I threw his shirt, it hit something, and we heard a crash. We pulled away from the kiss and evaporated into a fit of giggles. That was all it took for my nerves to melt away for the time being. Once we had taken a breather, we were back to kissing each other, none of the passion lost. His hands explored my torso and I moaned softly into his mouth when his rough fingertips brushed against my hipbone. My eyes fluttered closed again as he began to kiss his way down my neck, trying to find the sweet spot to make me utter that sound again. I cried out when he lightly nipped at a spot under my ear. He groaned quietly and began to gently suck the spot. I ran my fingers through his hair a bit before I felt his hands travel lower and cup my butt carefully. He gave it a quick squeeze and lifted me up to wrap my legs around his waist.

Monty nipped at my neck again and I made what he would later describe as the most delicious yet innocent sound he had ever heard. As he kissed lower down my neck to my chest, he shifted to hold me up by one arm and use his other hand to trail up my back to unclasp my bra. I let go of him for a quick second to remove it completely and when I leaned back slightly, he made the most carnal growl I had ever heard. He hoisted me up slightly higher and began his attack on my chest. His lips went everywhere except where I most desperately wanted them to go. He was trying to turn me on as much as possible, though at this point I could tell he didn’t need to. I moaned louder and he bit down harder, causing me to cry out loudly and pull on his hair again. He sucked in a sharp breath and gently licked the spot before walking towards my bed. He leaned down so my back was on the bed and disentangled my limbs from his body.

“You are so beautiful.” He mumbled huskily. I blushed deep red. He pushed me up the bed and climbed over me, laying on his side. I whimpered as he began touching me again. First, trailing his hands down my neck to my ribcage. Then from my ribcage, rubbing up and down to my hipbones again. He drew lazy circles on my hipbones and I in turn, reached out and ran my nails lightly against his broad chest, eliciting more quiet groans. Allowing my instincts to take full control, I quickly rolled over and straddled him. He laughed at my boldness, taken aback slightly. I smirked at him before kissing him on the nose softly. Before long, I had made my way down his jaw and found his sweet spot, slightly below his strong jawline. I mirrored his previous actions and lightly nipped and then began to suck on it. He tried to muffle a groan and wove his fingers in my hair but did not tug at all. I sighed slightly and made my way farther down his neck and lightly scratched his chest, nipping spots when he made a sound. Arriving at his hip, I began to suck and nibble, leaving a mark that he would have trouble explaining away in the locker room. I looked up and grinned proudly when he moaned out loud. I adjusted my hips and felt very clearly how much of an effect I had on him. If the feeling of his erection wasn’t enough of an indication, his sharp intake of breath was.

Having had enough of not being in control, Montgomery placed his hands back on my hips and used his honed upper body strength to roll us over so he was back on top of me. In the motion, a section of my hair had fallen in my face. I didn’t want to let go of him so I started trying to blow the hair away from my face. We both laughed as my attempts were proven to fail time and time again. Even with my partially obstructed view, I could tell he looked so carefree and happy. I want this moment to last forever. Monty moved to rest his arms by my head to shift his weight off of me and deftly pushed the strands away from my eyes. After my hair issue was fixed, he kissed me gently again. We stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, just enjoying one another’s presence. My body decided a moment was too long when my hips began to try and rut against his. He smirked. “Someone eager for something?”

“Maybe.” I replied, coyly. He quirked his brow and kissed my neck again.

“Sure. We can go with maybe.” He mumbled against my neck. Once again, he began to kiss down my neck and chest. Finally, only after much build up and whimpering, did he give my nipples any attention. He gently took one into his mouth and I sucked in a breath. The sensation was nothing I had felt before. It was sharp but soft and wet but warm. Giving me time to adjust to the sensation, he waited a moment before sucking harder and alternating between flicking with his tongue. As I began to relax more and my moans grew louder, he brought one hand down to rub my other nipple. I bit my lip to hold in a cry when he pinched and rolled it. I bucked my hips in response to his action as the sensations went straight to my sensitive nub. I cried out loudly when he bit my nipple gently. I tried to ask for more but all that would come out was unintelligible noises. This is turning my brain to mush. He switched nipples and repeated his actions on the other side. I ran my fingers through his hair, tugging on the soft parts at the base of his neck. After he mirrored his ministrations on the other side, he moved back down my chest to my jeans. My back arched as he ran his fingers along my waistband, and he played with the button. “You still want this (Y/N/N)?” He asked, checking in. I couldn’t make my brain and my mouth connect, so I simply hummed and gave him a thumbs up as I nodded. Thankfully, Monty took that as enough of an agreement, and he undid the button and lowered my zipper. I whimpered at his slow pace. He chuckled once again at my impatience and wiggled my pants down my hips. I lifted my hips up to help him and he pulled them off the rest of the way down my legs. They got stuck on my feet and I kicked and flailed to get them off as we once again broke into a fit of giggles. With more force than I expected, I kicked them across the room where they landed with a thud on the hardwood. When Montgomery stopped and sucked in a breath at my body, clad only in lace underwear, I immediately went to cover myself thinking the worst. He leaned over and grabbed my arm to stop me.

“No don’t. I’m just in awe.” He muttered, placing a kiss to the center of my chest. I smiled shyly and placed my arm back down. My nerves were starting to come back the closer we got to the act. As though he could read my racing mind, Monty leaned over and stroked my face softly to soothe me. I relaxed a bit and nuzzled my face against his palm instinctively. Monty smiled again and kissed my neck gently as he returned to his position, sitting between my legs. I took a deep breath as he ran his hand up my leg, stopping at my knee, and switching to the other leg before moving further up to my thigh. I tried not to giggle as he brushed a spot on my inner thigh. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he arrived at the waistband of my underwear. I whimpered as he played with it in an attempt to make him move faster. Why is he taking so long? I want it now. When that didn’t work-it seemed to make him go even slower if that was possible- I began to buck my hips. In response Montgomery simply placed his hand on my hip and gave me a pointed look to keep me still. I whimpered and pouted again but he continued his teasing. He was really trying to make this about me, and the foreplay was not going to stop evidently. In an attempt to get my mind off of hoe badly I wanted more, I let my eyes wander up and down his body. Sports have done this man well… wait a second.

“You’re still wearing pants.” I hadn’t realized I spoke aloud until I heard a very unsexy snort from my usually at least a little suave boyfriend.

“Yes. At least I know I don’t need to take you to the eye doctor yet.” He joked back. I smirked at him in return and tried to reach for his belt. The years of sports not only did amazing things for his physique, but also his reflexes. The hand playing with my underwear suddenly moved to grab my wrist. “Ah ah ah. You’ll get to have your fun soon enough (Y/N/N).” I groaned but listened as he began to slowly lower my underwear. I lifted my hips slightly to assist him and he stopped his actions. “Still.” He told me, his voice growing gravellier by the minute. He put my underwear back where they were but before I could protest, he began to rub my most intimate spots over the fabric. I moaned loudly and began to claw at the sheets. I looked down just in time to see him kiss the spot where my waistband rested as he continued to draw lazy yet controlled circles around my clit. He let go of my hip as my body once again took control and my hips began to rock slowly.

“Babe, please? More.” I pleaded quietly.

“Ask and you shall receive.” Montgomery mumbled. Closing my eyes, I felt him pull down my underwear and slowly drag the flimsy fabric down my legs. He pulled them off my legs and once again, kissed and nipped his way back up my legs. When he arrived at the apex of my thighs, he tested the waters and languidly blew on my sensitive vulva to gauge my reaction. When I jumped and gasped he made a guttural sound of approval. Monty tentatively so as not to surprise or overwhelm me, readjusted and lightly ran his finger up and down my folds. Again, my hips bucked slightly and I moaned. My nerves had seemed to melt away at this point and I had begun to squirm more the more he touched me. when his fingers brushed my clit, I let out a short scream at the sensation. I could hear the smirk on his face as he did it again and my hips bucked yet again.

Once Monty had determined that my body was physically ready for penetration, he looked up at me, his eyes questioning. I nodded and took a deep breath. I knew there would be some discomfort even with how much foreplay there was. “This is going to be uncomfortable, but it should get better soon.” He explained, carefully. I groaned and nodded again, willing him to continue and get it over with so to speak. He gathered some of my wetness on his fingers again and I felt him tease my entrance.

“Montgomery please. I need it. Please just do it.” I begged, trying to urge him to continue so I could get passed the uncomfortable part.

“Alright sweetheart. Take a deep breath and relax okay?” I did as he instructed and I felt a single finger enter me. The first little bit didn’t hurt but then the discomfort began to come into play. I moaned in discomfort and shifted, unsure if I was trying to coax his finger deeper or trying to get away from the sensation. “Shh baby. It’ll be over soon. Just a little more.” Once his finger had slid all the way in, he gave me a moment or two to adjust before he began to slowly and gently thrust. The discomfort began to dissipate, and I started to relax again.

“More please. This is nice.” I asked, breathily. Monty grunted and shifted his body up so he could kiss me deeply. I kissed him back and wrapped my arms around his neck. As he began to speed his thrusts, my moans grew louder and I tugged on the hair at the nape of his neck. He growled at my actions and pulled away to nip my neck. My back began to arch and my praises of his actions began to become more and more unintelligible. He must have taken this as a cue that I was ready for more as I felt more stretching, with less discomfort, as he added another finger. The feeling was exquisite. I could only imagine what it would feel like when his cock was stretching me. Unwrapping my arms from his neck, I squirmed a bit to adjust and clutched his shoulders. He continued his exploration and when his fingers brushed that wonderful spot on my front wall, I dug my nails into his shoulders and dragged them down his back. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He looked as though a lightbulb had gone off in his head as he smirked that infuriatingly sexy smirk and brushed the spot again. Again, my back arched and I began to feel a tightening in my abdomen. My eyes began to widen and then close repeatedly. I knew what was coming. He knew what was coming. As he continued to massage that spot, the knot began to get tighter and tighter. It felt as though I was going to combust. His thumb began to make small, deliberate, quick circles around my clit and the knot came undone. Though we both knew what was coming, neither of us were expecting the feral growl that was ripped from my throat. I froze and looked at Monty, my eyes wide. Monty stared back at me as though he was seeing me for the first time all over again. A proud smile that he tried to hide as a smirk broke out on his face. After all this time he still tries to hide behind his trademark smirk. My strange loveable man.

“I didn’t think such a small person could make that kind of sound. That was kind of hot.” He commented with a raised brow. I smirked back at him and my eyes trailed down his toned chest and torso to his jeans. My eyes darted up and down from his face to his jeans several times in a silent question. I bit my lip suggestively and felt a blush begin to creep up my neck. Monty nodded at my unspoken question and rolled off of me. I smiled and rolled over to straddle him again, my nudity not even a thought anymore.

“Your turn.” I told him suggestively. I kissed his nose playfully and began to move down his neck and chest. I nipped at certain spots on my way down when he moaned and grunted in approval at my actions. When I got to his waistband, I stopped and looked up at him. My eyelids felt heavy with lust but my nerves crept in again. What if I do it wrong? What if he doesn’t like it? What if I’m bad at it? Thoughts ran through my head at a mile a minute, and Monty took note of my hesitation.

“Hey (Y/N/N). It’s okay. Just breathe.” I still stared at him hesitation clear on my face. “(Y/N), are you okay? Do you want to stop? It’s okay if you do.”

“No. No I want this. I’m just… what if I’m bad at it or you don’t like it?” I asked, finding my voice and expressing my concerns.

“I can assure you that no matter what you do, it will be amazing. I will be here to guide you every step of the way. Just take a few deep breaths and relax. I love you.” He explained kindly. I took a breath to center myself and felt myself relax again. I nodded confidently at him and went back to what I was doing. I took a page out of his book and played with the button on his pants while I built up the courage to go further. His moans and groans spurred me on and I slowly undid the button and pulled his zipper down, tooth by tooth. He shifted so he could help me take them off. There was no point in me trying to still him as he had me, due to our size and strength difference. I pulled his jeans down further and moved so he could kick them off. When I took in the bulge in his boxers, I glanced up, caught his smirk and winked at him. I briefly played with the waistband, but my eagerness returned in full strength and I quickly pulled them down. I blinked slowly and gulped when I saw his cock in its full glory as it hit his stomach. Holy hell. I tentatively reached out and dragged my fingers up the underside. I was very gentle at first but when I heard his sharp inhale, I knew I was doing something right, or at least not wrong. I continued running my fingers up and down, occasionally letting my nails run down lightly. As my confidence grew, I decided it was time to wrap my hand around his member. Again, my ministrations were tentative at first until I heard a curse under his breath and his hips bucked lightly. I squeezed slightly and stroked up and down slightly faster. He groaned louder and I smiled to myself triumphantly. This is fun. I guess I’m good at it. I giggled in my excitement and his hips bucked again. I decided to take a chance and squeeze a little harder and let my nails dig in slightly. He moaned loudly at that. So far, he hadn’t needed to instruct me at all. I stroked faster as my instincts took over once again. Monty gasped and he moved to grab my wrist.

“Stop.” He ground out. I immediately let go of his cock and looked at him with my eyes wide in alarm. Oh shit what did I do? He must have recognised the fear on my face because he cut in quickly before I could say anything. “It’s okay. That was amazing. I just got too close is all. Everything is okay.” I visibly relaxed as my shoulders lowered back to their natural position. He sat up and leaned forward to kiss me and pull me close to him. Nestled in his lap as we kissed, without warning, he flipped us over so I was underneath him again. “You sure you haven’t done that before, you little minx?”

“No I haven’t. Scouts honour.” I giggled. He smiled at me and kissed my nose.

“Alright, I believe you.” He said dramatically. I rolled my eyes playfully at him. Suddenly his tone turned serious. “Are you absolutely positive that this is what you want (Y/N)?” He asked.

“Yes. One hundred percent sure Montgomery.” I told him, wrapping my arms around his neck again to pull him in for a kiss. He smirked into the kiss and we made out for a few minutes, both of us fighting for dominance. He won out in the end and we could feel the shift in the air. It’s time. It’s going to happen. He looked into my eyes lovingly and I leaned up to whisper in his ear. “Condoms are in the drawer of my nightstand.” I nipped his earlobe and he muttered something I couldn’t catch. Monty moved the hair out of my face before he got up to get and put on the condom. My excitement grew as I heard the rip of the foil and I watched him roll it down his cock. I watched him crawl back onto my bed and climb back into position above me. He stroked my face again, lightly dragging his fingertips along my cheek.

“This is going to be more uncomfortable than when I was fingering you. If it hurts too much I need you to let me know so I can slow down or stop, okay (Y/N/N)? I’ll try to keep the pain to a minimum and I’ll go slow but it depends on the person how much it hurts. Remember to breathe. I’ll be right here talking you through the pain and discomfort.”

“Okay. I know. I’ll remember. Please just do it?” I just want to get to the good part. I pleaded, my eyes wide as I looked into his eyes. His pupils took up almost all of the colour in his eyes. He kissed me tenderly again as he reached down to line himself up with my entrance. When I felt him begin to press forward, I took a deep breath. I whined in mild discomfort when he pressed further. He stilled and let me adjust for a few minutes until I nodded. He pulled back and pushed forward a little further this time. I winced slightly and again, he stilled until I let him know it was okay. We continued this pattern until he finally was able to slide all the way inside of me. I moaned loudly at the fullness and clawed at his back. He waited a few minutes to allow me to adjust to the size and sensation of being filled to such a degree. After I adjusted, he began to slowly thrust in and out, his pace increasing with the volume or frequency of my moans. A few moments of adjustment and getting used to the sensations I was comfortable enough to voice what i wanted. “Monty faster please.” Became somewhat of a whispered-or cried out yell-mantra of mine. The faster he thrusted, the more vocal I became and the more I dragged my nails down his back. He also became more vocal as well. He was consistently whispering dirty things in my ear. His words varied from how good it felt to be inside of me to all of the other ways he couldn’t wait to take me later on.

For the second time that night, I felt the knot begin to tighten in my abdomen again. I cried out as his cock hit that spot inside of me that brought me to the edge last time. He nipped my neck harsher than before. I cried out his name and my hips bucked as though my lower body was convulsing. Montgomery took that as his signal to once again, move his hand to draw those same tight, calculated circles around my clit. The knot continued to tighten until it could tighten no more. It snapped and I screamed as he fucked me through my second orgasm of the night.

My orgasm finally subsided after what seemed like hours. My brain was still firing on all cylinders and my nerve endings felt like they had been shocked. I was sure I had drawn blood on Monty’s back but I knew he wouldn’t care. I felt his thrusts begin to become less structured and sloppier as he neared his finish. I whimpered and seductively begged him to release the tension I knew was building for him. He let out a few grunts and I felt his cock twitch inside me. I want to feel that again. As much as possible.

After Monty finished, he carefully pulled out, trying not to hurt me. I groaned at the loss of fullness and the slight discomfort. He rolled onto his back and pulled me close, our breaths coming out as heavy pants. “That was… amazing.” I said, still trying to catch my breath. He nodded and hummed in agreement. Finally, we had caught our breath and my head had cleared some. Before I could get too comfortable beside him, I felt him begin to get up. I groaned in protest and grabbed his wrist.

“I’ll be right back, just going to get a washcloth.” He whispered. I felt him get up and heard the water running in my bathroom, though I wasn’t really focused on more than the fact that my legs felt like jelly and how soft my sheets were. As quickly as he left, he was back and spreading my legs again. I felt the warm washcloth gently wipe my thighs clean and then travel upwards to clean the rest of my intimate areas. I flinched slightly at the contact with my still sensitive nub and he muttered a quick apology. Once I was clean, he crawled back into bed and pulled me close. Monty’s arm laid across my torso and he placed a kiss to my shoulder. It quickly became apparent that the pressure building in my torso was not due to the weight of his arm, but rather a more innate need. Shifting myself out of his grasp to sit up, it was his turn to groan in protest.

“Nature calls. I’ll be right back. Keep my spot warm.” I told him and kissed his cheek. After my needs were taken care of, I found his shirt laying on the floor and slipped it on. I climbed back into bed and pulled his arm back around me. I noticed that while I was in the washroom, he had put his boxers back on. He kissed the top of my head and nuzzled his face in my hair. “Thank you. That was better than I could have imagined.” I muttered, feeling sleep begin to take over.

“Of course. I’m glad you enjoyed it.” He said, unable to keep the slight smirk I’m positive he was wearing, out of his voice. I only hummed in response and pulled his arm up to cradle it against my chest. I felt my body continue to succumb to sleep and vaguely heard him mutter for me to sleep. When I woke up several hours later, the sun was beginning to rise, and Montgomery was snoring softly beside me. I checked my phone and saw it was just before five o’clock in the morning. I sighed softly and rolled over, tucking my head against his neck and placing my hand against the middle of his chest. His arm came around my back and pulled me closer still and held me as I fell back into a peaceful slumber.

#monty de la cruz fanfic #monty imagine #montgomery de la cruz #montgomery de la cruz imagine #monty x oc #13 reasons why #scott reed #zach dempsey #monty x reader #anon #requested #The First Time #SMUT #smut

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gh0sthouses27 · 5 years ago

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So Close, Yet So Far

Summary: psychopathic brit blackmails child as his friends laugh

(based off MCC 8 :))

(tw: uh, does Wilbur using psychological torment count?? also crying and swearing and i might've accidentally given Tommy a panic attack-)

(OH ALSO THIS IS ABSOLUTELY NOT SHIPPING AND I MEAN THAT SERIOUSLY, DON'T SHIP MINORS OH GOD)

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"WILBUR PLEASE!" he begged, blue eyes wide and desperate. "PLEASE DON'T! I'LL DO ANYTHING!"

Wilbur grinned, his grip on the plastic gun tightening. "Surely you remember the deal Tommy?" he asked, voice laced with venom. "We didn't get onto the leaderboard, so now your toy will have to pay the price." He spat out the word like poison on his tongue, making sure the blond before him understood very clearly what he was saying.

Tommy winced slightly, understanding everything but wishing he didn't. "I-I do but-!"

CRASH!

The toy clattered against the wood walkway and Wilbur came down on it like a guillotine. It shattered into pieces beneath his shoe and scattered like bits of glass, only growing smaller and more broken with every stomp.

Tommy's hands flew to cover his gaping mouth, his eyes impossibly wide with horror. The crunching of the plastic rang loudly in his ears and seemed to override everything else. His breathing grew heavy as the air seemed to thicken and choke him.

His hearing slowly came back to him and Phil's stunned laughed filled his ears instead, accompanied by Scott's wincing comments on the damage. He heard angry yelling before realizing it was coming from him, swears and disbelief spilling from his mouth.

"WHAT THE FUCK WILBUR?!" he exclaimed, glaring at the taller. "WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?! WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Wilbur simply smiled and picked up what remained of the gun's handle, looking at it calmly before dropping it again. Tommy winced slightly as it clattered on the floor and tried to ignore the piece that broke off.

"Get over it," Wilbur scoffed, chuckling slightly. "I still have the other one." He pulled out the second gun, clicking the trigger a few times. "Actually, tell you what."

"W-what?"

"Scott." The teal haired looked up at him, smiling and slightly confused. "Would we be able to have the same team next MCC?"

Scott tilted his head slightly. "As in, us four on the same team again? Yeah I guess."

"Great!" Wilbur turned to Tommy, the slight, cold smile on his face not having changed. "Tommy, I'll make a deal with you."

Tommy huffed and crossed his arms. "Why would I want to make another fucking deal with you?"

Wilbur smirked. "To save your precious Vlog Gun." Tommy's head snapped up and his gaze turned serious. "If we win the next MCC, with the same team, then I will mail you back your gun."

The blond's eyes brightened. "Really?! Uh, w-what about the 5k? Will I still get that?"

"Oh sure," Wilbur replied nonchalantly. "In fact, if we get first then I'll even give you 11k. But we, the Red Rabbits, still have to get on the leaderboard for that. AND, you can officially be part of Sleepy Bois Inc."

Tommy was about to burst into joyous cheers until he remembered... "Wait... w-what about Tubbo...?"

"Nope." Tommy's heart nearly shattered as his words. "Same team next month, even if Tubbo's in the tournament."

The blond stood there, staring at the taller in disbelief. "B-but... I wanna team with Tubbo!" he exclaimed, distress seeping into his voice. "I want Tubbo!"

Wilbur shrugged, laughing. "Fine," he said. He bent down and sat down criss-crossed. "Then I guess I'll just break your gun." Before Tommy could respond, Wilbur slammed the plastic against the ground with a loud CRASH!

"No!" Tommy yelped, instinctively lurching forward. "I-I..." He sighed and glanced up at Wilbur, forcing a smile onto his face. "Y-Yeah I'll b-be with you-"

"Say the team Tommy," Wilbur sneered, raising the gun again. "Say who's gonna be on the team next MCC."

"I said I-I'll team with you-"

CRASH!

Wilbur smirked as Tommy flinched away from him. "Say it Tommy. Who's gonna be on the team?"

Tommy looked over at Phil with wide desperate eyes, silently trying to beg for him to step in. The blond didn't even notice him, instead staring at Wilbur with an amused smile. His clear blue eyes held no malice but instead playhumor.

He thinks it's a game... Tommy realized, his breath hitching.

CRASH!

Tommy jumped at the noise, bring him back to reality. "U-um, I'm gonna team with you..." He tried to focus on his breathing, stop himself from going lightheaded, and fidgeted with his hands. "A-and Phil and me and uh..."

He looked up at Scott with pleading eyes, to which the teal-haired replied to with a small laugh. "Pl-please Scott," he begged, praying his voice would keep steady. "Just say it! Just say you'll be there for Tubb-!"

CRASH!

"Say it Tommy!" Wilbur demanded, grinning widely. "Finish the sentence!"

Tommy shrunk in on himself, arms around his torso and gripping his shirt tightly. Wilbur's stare was cold and piercing, like pools of tar ready to pull him down and drown him. Nothing like the warm brown eyes that had stood beside him in battle, ready to fight tooth and claw to defend.

Now, they stabbed through his heart like the arrow Dream had fired at him.

"A-and... S... Scott," he finished, the words dying in his throat. "Not Tubbo," he added quietly, his voice finally cracking.

Wilbur smiled at him brightly, standing back up and putting the toy back into his inventory. "Great! You know, I've had a lot of fun today actually!" the brunette exclaimed, clapping his hands together.

Phil broke into laughter, shoving his face in his hands to muffle it.

"WHAT'RE YOU LAUGHING AT?!" Tommy snapped, glaring at the older.

"N-no sorry I-I just-" The blond broke into wheezing again, laughing from the absurdity of this whole situation.

Scott huffed out a laugh, smirking. "Jesus christ..."

Tommy sighed as the group got back to their regular banter, joking about muting the chat and the qualifications for Tommy getting back his gun. Another person joined into the conversation but Tommy didn't notice.

Didn't notice because he was already running away from them.

"Oh, there he goes," he faintly heard Phil's voice say. The comment stung more than if they hadn't said anything.

He darted through the arena as quick as his shaking legs could carry him, faintly aware of the cameras still on and around the area. He didn't even notice Techno as he dashed past him, or the concerned look on his face.

There was a building at the back where close friends of the competitors could stay and watch the competition on a big screen, then stay to meet with their friends afterwards. Tommy grabbed the handle of the door and jiggled it, trying to wrench it open.

"E-excuse me!" He knocked on the door frantically, only pausing a bit to wipe the tears pricking at his eyes. "Excuse me!"

The door clicked and a lady with pale pink space buns appeared in the doorway. "Uh, hi?" she said in a confused tone. "Do you need something?"

"I just need to see my friend!" Tommy blurted, speaking so fast his words nearly merged together.

"Tommy? Uh, excuse me ma'am." The woman moved aside to reveal Tubbo who flashed a small, sad smile at him. "Hey Tommy."

"TUBBO!" Tommy practically flung himself at the shorter, instantly pulling him into a tight hug. Tubbo simply hugged him back silently, his smile wavering slightly. The door behind them closed but neither cared.

"I-I'm so sorry Tubbo..." Tommy sobbed, letting tears spill down his face and drip onto the other's shirt. "I didn't- I-I just- I'm so so sorry-"

"It's okay," Tubbo said calmly, cutting off his rambling. "I understand."

Tommy could feel his shoulder growing wet with the brunette's tears that opposed his calm tone. Tommy's breath hiccuped and hitched, quiet sobs slipping from his lips.

Tubbo tugged away from him finally and gazed up at him, bright blue eyes glowing with tears. A solemn smile was still on his face, a heart breaking site to Tommy which made another round of tears come to his eyes.

"It's okay," he repeated, almost like he was trying to convince himself as well as Tommy. "It'll be okay."

"B-but it's not," Tommy choked out. "I-I should've- I shouldn't have- W-Wilbur-"

Tubbo's sobs cut him off, the shorter desperately trying to dry his tears with his sleeves. Tommy didn't hesitate to pull him into another tight hug, letting the shorter grab tightly at the back of his shirt and cry into his shoulder.

"Tommy- *hic* I-I don't wanna fight..." Tubbo sobbed, gasping for breath between his words. "You're my best friend..."

"I-I know," Tommy murmured, holding the brunette close to him. "But even if we have to... f-fight..." His voice cracked once more and he had to compose himself quickly. "We'll still be best friends..."

Tubbo sniffled. "Right... best friends..."

#tubbo #tubbo_#tommyinnit #philza #ph1lza #dangthatsalongname #smajor1995 #wilbur soot #minecraft #mineblr #fanfiction #mcyt #my writing #god i love these two but they gotta suffer :')

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littlemeangreen · 5 years ago

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Since you like my alt-Marauders (WHICH IM SO HAPPY FOR) how about challenge for headcanons of them interacting with the Smashers, as allies or foes or just a chance encounter? No need to, I just thought it might be something you'd have fun with!

@thecorteztwins k I'm suddenly in a big writing mood so!! FINALLY getting around to this I'm so sorry sksksk

For anyone who doesn't know: Thecorteztwins has an amazing au where she's collected Haven (thicc angel lady who was possessed by a demon disguised as a baby), Claudine (Miss Sinister),Madelyne (clone of Jean Grey), Pyro, Sebastian Shaw, Shinobi Shaw and sometimes Alice (a clone being tested by Claudine)!

I feel like the first few days are really testy. Everyone's got some bone to pick, the usual. But the biggest thing? The name. A brief encounter with paparazzi ends with their name and the reactions go from Pyro and Claudine scoffing at how silly it sounds and what a rip off it is (Pyro being a writer?? U KNOW he wouldn't stand for Alt Marauders) to Shaw sighing about the fact that he's been stuck on a team with a cliche super nickname.

Then there's personal names because once again, Pryo and Shinobi both agree that everyone needs a name to reapply make them unique! Hardly anyone goes for it, ranging from Haven's soft "no thank you" to Shaw punting Pyro into a wall. Madelyne is slightly soft for Pyro's RPG themed alias ideas for her and less than impressed for Shinobi's idea of "Mad Milf".

Alice....I'm definitely thinking she gets nicknamed "White Rabbit" or "Wonderland" because; 1) no one can leave her out of getting a name. 2) Pyro 100% would give a cheesy media related name and 3) I like the very small connections of white rabbit to the white and red queens in Alice in Wonderland (and 4) rabbits always get experimented on :).

Gamma Gals having amazing duos with the ladies of the Marauders? Absolutely!!

Jen and Haven, being an amazing duo and I feel like they'd be the two who would have that issue where they're the only ones who can save the day and end up learning a lot from each other? Haven is probably thanking her stars that she finally gets to meet a hero who believes in her kindness just as much as she does (S H A W).

Just....Haven being able to meet an even bigger woman and trading stories and being GalPals(TM). Its a really interesting concept to me that Haven is someone who was deliberately used to destroy and Jen is someone who's entire identity is formed around smashing and destruction. It's probably rather cathartic to be working with someone who purely doesn't want to resort to violence immediately and who has been used (Haven by her demon and Jen by different people).

But also learning something from each other? Haven being able to see that sometimes you do need to fight for what you love and Haven proves to Jen that even after all this time, it isn't the muscle or power that can save everything, it's her and her drive and will alone. Catch Red and Shaw scoffing about it.

Speaking of, those two could either REALLY clash or really get along, no imbetweens. Have we found another old man for Shaw to wrestle with, Roman style??? (Ngl that would be hot in a sick way)

Skaar and Shinobi? Both long haired, beautiful, sons of big figures, grew up in abusive environments,,,,its a duo. Just put Shinobi into a mini team with Skaar and Daken and we have the "Black haired brood squad"

Rick and Pyro working together to have a joint production??? FIrebomb productions baby!! My podcast ideas? Absolutely would happen when you combine these two and its hell. Aka; Rick and Pyro gossip on their podcast and give advice to starting heroes as immortals and smack talk. But also outside of that I imagine they can get along a lot in the "had a hard time accepting stuff" and "we were heroes who often did a lot for others and got disregarded and hurt for it".

Pyro: Hey if I set you on fire can you become a flaming bowling ball

Rick: well let's fine out!!

Red and Shaw....there's a lot there. Both are old men who have been pressed on in their lives and affected by masculine presences in their lives...both are regarded as awful shitbags but they're both MUCH more complex and driven by a need for power and stability...lots of thoughts here.

Shaw and Red are one team you do NOT wanna mess with because two old men who are perfectly willing to do what's needed? Red can respect a man willing to get his hands dirty with clear means and Shaw can probably like a guy who has the drive to do what he believes is the better good. Also big hulk man who can give you endless power.

But also differences in them because Shaw abused and continues to abuse Shinobi while Red neglected and most likely emotionally abused Betty but it seemingly trying to make a difference in it now that she's come back? I feel like these two probably have a SUPER in depth conversation when forced to or alone and then never speak about it again.

Spending of Betty! Her and Madelyne?? What a DUO they're litreally a great mix because Maddie is a clone of Jean, Betty was assumed to be a clone at first and often has to suffer being the "domintrix" she hulk. Both have serious issues with their mental health and identities as well as dealing with their lives being ruled or devoted to men who ruin them. Both want freedom and have such passion! I just....so much to say about these two and the similarities. They're both red.

But yeah Phoenix and Harpy?? Skksks Maddie voice: I'm FIRE HARPY nOW

Am I still yelling for her hero name to be Griffin because of how mystical they are and being a bird and lion??? Yeah.

Also sad thoughts but,,,gals talking about their lost kids (Maddie with Nate and Betty suffered a miscarriage induced from stress), the stress of their lovers and who they've lost to (Jean, Emma, Caiera, Jarella,,,) and being manipulated by men for their power (Maddie by Sinister into Goblyn queen and Betty by Leader into Red She-hulk, Harpy, both died).

Anyway point is I can fully see them two just CLICKING or fighting a lot at first until someone points out just how similar they are. Then? Maddie and Betty out here being the brand new Thelma and Louise. Red and Black styles, willing to use force but protect the innocent, both take Alice and this cute kid that Betty absolutely mother henned in her run and,,,two moms and their talented daughters pls step out the way sir.

Tbh I don't think I have much for Samuel apart form him having a small crush on Claudine (and like,,,,not in That Sense, but Samuel does have a big history of falling for smart women or just...OP women). And then a series of gags where Haven wants to know him because he's like Shaw but also incredibly different in thinking and everytime she walks into the room,,,,Samuel is doing some horrific experiment and she just NOPES OUT. Shaw wants to make use of this but it goes horribly wrong oh God why did he try.

Lyra! I just....feel like there could be a lot for her and Claudine and Alice. Lyra was genetically engineered to be used in a war and was bullied relentlessly for being "half man" which...is rather transphobic and sexist but that's her storyline and it's too deeply embedded for me to headcanon over it so...sighs.

But yeah!!! Lyra taking Alice and giving her a night of being able to just....be whoever that night, not being pressured to have an identity of the sorts from anyone and just being able to fight people with a giant green woman. Probably has a lot of deep talks later that night with Lyra, sitting over a building and eating ice cream because it was one of the first things Bruce shared with her and a first realisation that Lyra could be more than someone's daughter.

100% would picture this with Carmilla (Lyra's sister and...also messy kinda clone) or Laura Kinney hopping along and!! Clone weapon woman team!! I could GET INTO this!!! Just...pls marvel give me a team of women overcoming abuse and forming identities among each other and cool women,,,,

But also Lyra admittedly would respect Claudine for her skills and her...tenacity? Yeah, that. She has strength and guts and Lyra probably actually tells her that she'd rather get experimented on by Miss Sinister than some pig of a man and Claudine just "thhhanks?"

Hulk,,,,funny enough I don't think I have many ideas for him yet? Probably gets into a fair few fights with Shaw and Haven over different stuff, Maddie has a bome to pick for Betty,,,I am,,,blank.

I feel like a lot of things for him would be Haven trying to break through into him, maybe each of the Marauders dealing with different parts of the system? I can imagine Shinobi and Pyro don't have a high opinion of the oversized dad until Bruce turns super ashen pale and immediately Joe starts yelling for some whisky and GIRLS....and a fella or two for matchstick and ghost baby here.

Maddie thinking that he's another Scott and then finding out that Hulk's thing is more complicated than Scott simply looking for Jean again. Also Maddie demands that she will forcefully adopt Hulk's kids and these two bonding over abusive dads???

But uh,,,that's about it!! Hope you liked it!!! I probably could easily delve into more thoughts if there's anything specific for me to set my mind on.

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ohalemalia · 6 years ago

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Daily Dose - (Part 4)(S.M.)

Pairing: Scott x Reader

Warnings: underage drinking, drug mention, YOLO mention

A\N: i cut this part little shorter than i had planned it, but it’s totally going to work out. I also considering posting this on Wattpad or Fanfiction.net but I’m not sure about it yet. I also stumbled upon some...strange edits on YouTube (*coughedwardandstileswhodidthatcoughcough*) so I’m changing my entire blog and I’m going to be writing Edward/Stiles fics LMAO JK, but I saw a really interesting edit about Dean Winchester and Stiles being brothers and I was like hmmmmm ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) you might be onto something. I WANT TO WRITE MORE THINGS. BUT I ALSO AM LIKE…..DO I HAVE THE TIME. CAN I DO IT CONSISTENTLY WITHOUT LETTING PEOPLE DOWN. WHAT DO PEOPLE WANT TO SEE, pls talk to me.

Anyway,,,i’m also considering changing DD updates to Mondays because that seems to be when I actually finish writing them, so we’ll seeeee. Thanks again for reading if you read all of this authors note maybe reply with ur favorite emoji idk maybe maybe not

Word Count: 2030

Summary: Scott helps Y/N in a time of need.

Chapter Title: Magic Touch

My first flare up was at the Spring Fling at the end of sophomore year. I had wanted to go to the dance with my friends but they had wanted to go with these boys on the baseball team. They paired me with some guy who was also on the baseball team, but never actually played, Johnny Walnut. The only reason he was invited was because he had a car. One of the guys swiped some vodka from his parents liquor cabinet and everyone drank away in Johnny’s cramped VW Rabbit.

I was miserable. Johnny kept trying to hold my hand during the ride there, my friends were making out with their dates, the car reeked of vodka and weed. I thought things would be better when we actually got to the dance but oh, was I wrong.

My friends immediately ditched me once their heels hit the pavement, leaving me alone with Johnny Walnut who only wanted to talk about his collection of G.I. Joe action figures and how we could use vegetable oil to power our washing machines or whatever. I could feel a headache coming on and I didn’t know if it was from Johnny’s cologne, the loud music or the residual pot smell. I felt like I was going to puke.

I ended up curled up up on the floor outside the girl’s bathroom, clutching my stomach in pain. I thought I was dying. I remember someone laughing and thinking that I was extremely wasted. A group of students had formed a circle around me and were all gawking for a good five minutes before a chaperone finally stepped in and saw me having a fit on the floor. Luckily, she had the sense to call an ambulance and then my parents and countless tests later, I had my diagnosis.

At least this time around I knew what was wrong with me and I had made it to the bathroom.

I didn’t want to go back to the hospital.

Melissa and Scott had offered up a spare bed for me to sleep in. I was just getting used to being normal again and I didn’t want all of that to end. Hot tears ran down my face as I leaned against the toilet for support. “Please,” I gasped, clutching my aching sides, “Please, stop.”

There was a knock on the door. I groaned, hoping it wasn’t Melissa because she for sure would march me back to Beacon Hills Memorial.

“Y/N?” It was Scott. Thank God. “Y/N, is everything okay?”

“I’m fine,” I lied, “I’m okay, just go.”

There was a silence on the other side of the door, so I figured he had listened to me. Then the door knob jiggled, “Y/N, I’m coming in, okay?”

Another sharp pain ripped through my side and I gasped, unable to protest. In Scott McCall walked and saw me in a sweaty heap on his bathroom floor.

“Y/N?” Scott immediately kneeled down next to me, “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“N-nothing,” I choked out, “I’m fine, I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine,” Scott looked me over, worry all over his face, “Y/N, we need to get you some help. I’ll get my mom.”

“No!” I grabbed onto his arm so that he wouldn’t get up and leave, “No, Scott, please. I don’t wanna go back. Please, please, Scott, please, I don’t want to. Please don’t let them take me back.”

I was a sobbing, blubbering mess and poor Scott looked like he regretted stepping into my whirlwind.

“How can I help you, Y/N?” Scott’s tone was soft and (almost) comforting. But there wasn’t anything he could do. I shook my head, “S’fine I ju-just need the pain to go away.”

He cautiously held a hand up to me, “Then let me help you, Y/N. Do you trust me?”

I looked up at him, but the pain was so intense he was fading in and out of focus. I cast my gaze down to the floor and nodded. Scott scooted closer to me on the floor and sat down. Then, he took my hand in his and placed his other hand on top of it. I thought he was helping me get up, so I tried to bring myself to my feet, but he gently pulled me back down.

“Just, close your eyes, Y/N.”

I did as he told, shutting my eyes. I felt a tingling sensation run up from my sides, through my arm and out the hand that Scott was holding. As the tingling went through my body, it seemed to take the pain...away. All of the different feelings in my body were too much and my head flopped over until it landed on something soft. My breathing slowed down s the tingling continued and the excruciating pain I felt slowly turned into a dull throbbing and then, into nothing. There was a ringing in my ears but other than that I felt completely fine in a matter of seconds. How?

I opened my eyes to see that my head had found its way on Scott’s shoulder. Scott’s forehead was beaded with sweat and his eyes were now shut.

“Scott?” I whispered, “Scott are you okay?”

Scott nodded but kept his eyes closed, “Yeah, yeah I’m okay. Let’s just sit here for a while, okay?”

I looked down at our hands. “How did you do that?” I murmured.

“Do what?” He asked.

“You...it’s like you took the pain away,” I opened his hand to see if there was some kind of magic needle or something that he could’ve cured me with.

His breathing was labored, “I read somewhere...that physical touch...it helps with pain.”

“You must have some kind of magic touch then,” I ran my fingers over the palm of his hand.

“Something like that.”

I took it easy for the rest of the day. I felt better, but Scott felt better if I limited my movement to practically nothing at all, so I used the time to catch up on social media while Scott fixed us something to eat. I thought it would make me feel more connected to all my friends and family, but it honestly made me feel like a stranger in my own life.

My Aunt had gotten engaged and was planning to move to New Jersey with her soon to be spouse, my friends were posting cute pictures of them with their significant others or traveling over the summer or first day of school photos. My uncle and his husband just adopted their first child. I felt like life had been passing me by while I was frozen in a carbonite bath or something. What was my life?

I felt a tear slip down my cheek but I quickly brushed it away. What was feeling sorry for myself going to help? Crying wasn’t going to get rid of my lupus. It wasn’t going to make me better, or normal, or give me my life back. I could hear Scott coming back up the stairs, so I closed my laptop and set it to the side. I pulled the sleeve of my sweater between my teeth as I thought to myself. I thought I could hold it together, but seeing Scott come in with a big smile and a tray of food for some reason made me feel worse about myself. I pressed the sleeve of my sweater against my mouth and looked out the window.

“So, I got tomato soup and grilled cheese because, well, it always makes me feel better after--Y/N what’s wrong?”

I wiped my face and shrugged.

Scott set the tray down and kneeled down in front of my bed, “You’re crying. Did it come back again?”

I sniffled and shrugged my shoulders again, “I’m fine.”

Scott frowned, “Are you really fine...or are you just saying that because you’ll think I’ll go away?”

“I’m as fine as I can be,” I snapped. “I mean, I’m not in agonizing pain, I’m sitting in this bed, safe from all of life’s dangers, I’m alive but,” I paused to have an incredulous laugh, “Am I even really living? Everyone I know, everyone’s life is just moving forward but I’m stuck stagnant in one place. I’m not going anywhere. What’s even the point of being alive if I’m not even living because it’ll kill me?”

I didn’t want Scott to see me in a huge breakdown, so I pulled the collar of my sweater up and over my face. My arms wrapped around my knees as I brought them to my chest and I positioned myself so that I was leaning against the headboard, “I just want to be left alone right now, Scott. Please.”

After what I figured was consideration, I heard Scott get up. I heard his footsteps go over to the door and after a brief pause I heard the door shut behind him. I could also hear him sigh on the other side and head down the stairs.

I only hoped he didn’t hear me sobbing. But knowing Scott, he probably did.

I don’t remember falling asleep, but I do remember waking up in the middle of the night and eating the soup. It wasn’t half bad. I remember faintly hearing Scott having a conversation downstairs. I remembered doing a lot of staring at walls.

There was a soft knock on my door. When Scott poked his head in, the bright yellow hall light broke through into my room.

“Hey, Y/N.”

I gave him the best smile I could muster, “Hi, Scott.”

Scott gave me a slight boyish smile in return and stepped inside the room, “I had something I wanted to show you, but it’s kind of super dangerous so I want your okay on it.”

I raised an eyebrow and sat up to get a good look at him, “Is it...drugs?”

“What?” Scott’s eyes widened in alarm, “No? I would never--”

“Okay, good,” I put a hand over my chest, “I’ve had enough out of body experiences for now.”

“Oh, well, then I guess you wouldn’t be interested in,” Scott raised his hands and I could see he was holding a motorcycle helmet in both of them, “A super exhilarating late night motorcycle ride. I hear people ride motorcycles because it makes them feel alive.”

I blinked at him. There was no way he was actually suggesting this and there was no way that Melissa okay’d this. “You’re serious?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Um, because if the motorcycle didn’t kill us, Melissa would.”

“What?” Scott laughed, “Y/N, it’s totally safe. I wouldn’t put you on something that would put your life in danger.”

“You said less than two minutes ago that the thing you wanted to show me was “kind of dangerous”,” I argued.

“It was supposed to make it sound cooler,” Scott frowned, “If this is too crazy and wild, I totally get it. I just thought it would be nice to get out past four walls. You mentioned you wanted to live and--”

Scott set the helmets down, “This was a stupid idea.”

“No,” Now I was starting to feel bad, “Scott, it wasn’t. It’s not.”

“You can tell me it was a stupid idea,” Scott smiled at me, “I’m not trying to guilt trip you or anything. Riding usually helps me clear my head sometimes, I thought you might enjoy it. But I can wait until my mom gets back, I’ll just borrow her car and--”

I crept my legs off the side of the bed and onto the carpeted floor. I walked over to Scott, never breaking eye contact with him, and picked up the motorcycle helmet. It was a lot heavier than I thought it would be, but I guess that was the price of protecting your most essential organ.

“We’re going, Scott. I want to go.”

Scott beamed at me, “Are you sure?”

“Positive,” I nodded, “YOLO, right?”

Scott visibly cringed, “Okay, we’ll go. But only if you never say YOLO again.”

“I can definitely agree to that.”

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Oblivious~ Liam Dunbar

Anon: 126. with Liam Y/N (stiles little sister) loves Liam but he's dating Hayden so she avoids him but somvething happens and they're fogrced to talk and Y/N admits her feelings for him and you can decide if they get together in the end

A/N: here you go, long as usual sorry! Thanks for requesting it, I hope you like it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

(GIFS NOT MINE)

126. "I think about you all the time, it's freaking annoying."

Warnings: brief descriptions of claustrophobia, depression, sorta. people freezing to death.

Word count: like 3k oml

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It had been 7 months, 3 weeks, 4 days and some loose change since you had realized you were in love with Liam Dunbar.

But who's counting?

The problem with being in love with Liam Dunbar was nothing more than one seemingly simple reason.

Liam was oblivious.

As one of Liam's closest friends since childhood, this was not very shocking to you- Liam has always been clueless from the days when girls would twirl their pigtails hoping he'd ask them to the Valentine's Day dance, to the girls biting their lips or giggling whenever he passed in the halls.

Who could blame them? Liam was what said girls' grandmother's would call "a catch." One of the star lacrosse players, baby blue eyes, tanned skin, defined muscles, and the innocence and good nature of any girl's heartthrob. Contrary to teenage boys popular belief, assholes are not desirable. It's the cute and sweet ones like Liam Dunbar, or your older brother's best friend, Scott McCall. Cute, fit, and sweet.

Must be a werewolf thing. Even Brett was sweet past the snark, and Derek was obviously just a big puppy.

The thing about these perfect boys was their unbelievably ill conception of actual girls having feelings for them.

"Oh no, Sophie wasn't flirting, she just needs help on the math homework. The Pythagorean theorem is pretty difficult."

"Oh Victoria? She's just a friend. She wanted to know what time our game is tonight. It's so great she wants to support the team."

"I can't do anything Friday, I promised Lilly I'd go to her soccer game. She wants to get as much support as possible. The boys team always gets all of the attention, I'd hate to disappoint."

Dim, dense, dim, dim.

Now while these poor boys pass up plenty of potential girlfriends, there's the occasional one or two who manages to snag them.

For Scott it was Allison, and now Kira.

For Derek it was Paige, then Braeden.

For Brett, it was once you (never to be spoken of- it got real awkward real fast, especially with your overprotective brother Stiles..) until it became clear he wasn't into girls, and sniffed after Mason.

For Liam it was Hayden.

In fact, it still is Hayden.

Hayden, who is pretty and funny without even trying. Hayden, who is sweet to everyone, even you despite your attitude towards her. Hayden, who manages to bond with everyone she meets, except you of course, hit by the brick wall that is your stubbornness. Hayden who is perfect, and especially perfect for Liam who deserves the world.

They were great for one another. So great, you couldn't even compare.

You stayed away after that, unwilling to let your feelings for him possibly get in the way. You had to avoid him.

He'd try to speak to you, and you'd deflect the conversation to someone else. He'd try to make plans with you, you'd make up an excuse. You'd be partnered with him for something, whether it be supernatural or school, and you'd get out of it. (Being Y/N Stilinski, daughter of the Sheriff, and sister of Stiles Stilinski, this was a simple task.) He'd sit next to you, you'd move somewhere else.

You could tell it was hurting him, but you couldn't stop. You couldn't get in the way.

Soon, he stopped trying. Hayden became a permanent fixture in the pack, of course she was. Everyone loved her. She fit into the pack like a glove.

Scott, Stiles, and Lydia knew of your feelings, and while they didn't approve of how you were handling the situation, they didn't try to stop you, or talk to you about it. That kind of hurt.

Soon, your whole dynamic changed. You were no longer Y/N Stilinski, the bubbly, charismatic, sarcastic, sweet daughter of the sheriff, you were Y/N Stilinski, the pessimistic, sullen, heartless werewolf. Nothing phased you, or excited you, or interested you.

You weren't you.

It was during a pack meeting at Scott's house that things were about the change. Snow had begun to fall, something rare in Beacon Hills. It became known fast that the cause of it was some kind of snow monster. Beacon Hills never ceases to amaze.

"Okay, someone should be patrolling all night, every night. We could divide into days, and be in pairs so one could sleep while the other searches."

A collective nod occurs, while you glare at Hayden and Liam's entwined fingers.

"Okay, Malia and Hayden, Lydia and Kira.."

Liam whispers something in Hayden's ear, and she giggles sweetly, the noise like music notes, causing you to glower and sink back farther against the wall you leaned on.

"... Y/N and Liam. Alright, tonight will be Y/N and Liam. Everyone be safe, call if needed.,"

Everyone was gone before you could protest. Liam stood, speaking to Scott with harsh whispers you couldn't bother to listen to.

In the end, the alpha only shrugged. "You're pack mates. You have to speak at some point." His voice dropped a few octaves as if for you not to hear. "It will be okay, look, she doesn't hate you. Besides, you're both my strongest bitten betas- I need you both together. Howl if you need me."

With that he was up the stairs, and Liam and I were alone.

Liam shifted his weight between his feet awkwardly while I stood, fumbling with his keys.

"You're driving." It was the first you had spoken to him in months, and he was shocked to say the least, and you could sense that he was maybe a little hurt when you brushed by him without so much as a glance.

He didn't understand, and you couldn't tell him. Not without giving your feelings away. And you couldn't get in the way- you just can't.

You fiddled with the heat in the car throughout the awkward silence, but despite that it was snowing, neither of you were cold. Werewolves tend to run warmer than the average human. But it gave you something to do and focus on past the awkward tension between the two of you.

And that sucked. It used to be so easy to talk and laugh and just be you with Liam, but you ruined it all, and now he's a stranger, and so are you.

Liam was taking several impatient deep breaths as the night wore on, seemingly frustrated, and I don't blame him. We'd been out here paroling for hours, and there wasn't so much as a whisper of this stupid Abdominal Snowman.

Finally, it seemed like Liam had enough, because he slammed his foot on the break petal, jerking you both with the stop, and you pushed the hair that flew into your face away, fuming.

"What the hell, Liam?" you snapped, and the other beta clenched his jaw.

"No, Y/N- you what the hell!" he spit back, and you scrunched your face up with confusion.

"That doesn't even make se- whatever. Just drive. We have four more hours of this, and then we can go to bed." You crossed your arms over your chest, deliberately not looking at him.

Liam didn't drive though, in fact he didn't move a muscle, instead turning to glower at you, hurt hinting in those blue eyes. "What did I ever do to you for you to just cut me off like that?"

Blunt, yet to the point, and it hurt. And it hurt even more that you couldn't answer him. "Liam, just drive." you whispered, but the other werewolf didn't do so.

"No, Y/N, just tell me why you're acting like we've never met- like we're strangers!" he's shouting now, all of the frustration and hurt he's kept inside over these past months surfacing, drowning you both in the small space between you. "Like these past two years of friendship was just.. just nothing to you."

Y/N bit her lip, trying to keep those tears brimming her eyes from falling, trying to keep the reasons, and rebuttals to his claims to herself. "Liam. Drive."

Liam slammed his fist onto the steering wheel, causing the horn to honk, making you jump as he eyes burned amber. "No, Y/N, tell me!"

"NO." you roared, the single word having so much effect. The word brought silence around them, it brought your tears to cascade down your cheeks, and for matching ones to build up in his now blue eyes. It brought silence, it did, but this silence was tainted with tension and hurt, and it burned.

Liam opens his mouth to speak, but there's movement behind him, out the drivers side window in the snow clad trees and road, and you open your own mouth to warn him, but neither of you get the first words past your lips before an almost cartoon- like snow fist slams into the window, sending the car tumbling to the side with the force, and you both scream as the car rolls into the trees and cascades down a trench, collecting snow as it goes like a boulder, and you're not sure how long it goes, or how many times you hit your head during the process, or even where you are, but you do know that when it stops, you can't stop the dark black abyss that threatens to swallow you into unconsciousness.

You only get one last glimpse- one tiny picture snapped into your mind, one frame of an endless video- before the darkness swallows you, and it's of Liam, slumped against the steering wheel, dead to the world.

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"Y/N!"

Cold. That's the only thing you can focus on- the only thing to focus on is the cold chill- no freezing air- surrounding you, and you can barely shiver your muscles are so cramped and weak.

"Y/N!"

Despite that is your skin is freezing at the moment, there are hands rubbing your arms, and the contrast between your icy skin and the fiercely warm hands rubbing it was pure bliss.

"Y/N!"

You could almost ignore the voice, mumbling, well, actually more like muffled shouting, your name, and drift off again to the soothing touch.

"Y/N, pl-please-e."

Whoever was speaking, their teeth were chattering, and their voice was weak, as if freezing to death themselves, and you make the connection between the hands rubbing your skin, and the shaky voice, and their presence, and it all comes back.

Your eyes snap open with a start, and you make to sit up, only to be pushed back down by the person curled up against your side, and you can barely feel their body heat despite the close proximity, and it worries you.

Your eyes travel from the hands, to the cut up, pale, goose- bumped arms, matching your own, to the face inches in front of you, and you gasp.

Liam's face was as white as the snow surrounding the two of you, save for the slow healing cuts around his face. His eyes were wide, and bloodshot, and blue, his lips almost the same color.

"L-Liam-m, oh my G-God, what-t happen-ened-d?" You could almost forget your little spat in the car, too focused on his horrid state, well aware yours was the same. There was the fist, the tumbling, the banging, then nothing.

Liam licked his blue lips, wincing as he does so. "W-Well, the sn-snow thing-g bu-buried us unde-er some sn-snow, we hav-ve no cell ser-service, I-I tr-tried to howl-l hour-s ago, we're b-both hypothe-er-m-mic, and y-you've-e been ou-out for hour-rs now." Liam licks his lips again, a nervous habit of his. "I was st-starting-g to g-get worr-ied."

You smiled weakly, noticing that even though you were pressed together for warmth, it wasn't doing either of you much good. And Liam said he's been awake for hours- who knows how long he's been out, how long we've been exposed. Considering the fact that you felt the urge to fall back asleep, which is a definite Do Not Do when near hypothermia, you didn't think you both had much time left before you're ice statues.

Liam's alarmed as he looks at your face. "Y-Y/N, d-don't cry-y, the pa-pack is probably on th-their w-way now-w.." How could you not worry when his voice was practically dying?

"L-Liam, be-before we die-" your voice was weak and croaky, Liam having to use his wolf hearing to understand you.

"N-no. We're not g-goin-g to d-die-" he tries to reassure you, but you grab his hand, giving him a wane smile, and his voice chokes off with a whimper.

"Be-before we die-e, I ne-need to t-tell you.." You took a deep breath, fighting the fatigue that threatened to pull you under. "I nee-d-d to tell-l you I.."

Liam's eyes were drooping, but he managed to give you an encouraging nod.

You tried to focus on what you needed to say, on everything you've been dying (ironically) to say to him since he started dating Hayden. Everything- every reason you ignored him, every reason you avoided him all of these months, everything you never wanted to say, too scared you'd mess everything up. That you'd ruin everything for him and Hayden, and yourself, because there's no way Liam Dunbar loves you like you love him.

You planned to tell him all of that and more, but the thoughts were drifting as they formed, and you were getting confused. Liam was barely conscious next to you, and your blinks started to get farther and farther apart.

You did manage to tell him one thing before sleep took you both, one thing he heard, and haunted him as he spiraled into unconsciousness.

"I l-love you, Li-Liam."

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He was next to you when you fell asleep, and he was next to you when you woke up, and while that's a miracle in itself, being awake was an even greater one.

Peering beside you, you took in his peaceful face, still striking despite almost dying, of course, from the fan of his eyelashes on his cheekbones, the curve of his ridiculously sharp jawline, the tan of his skin now that it's regained color, and mess of brown hair. The bright azure blue of his eyes- your favorite of his many likeable features- were hidden behind his eyelids, until they weren't.

You jumped, turning away quickly, cheeks burning red at being caught, and now that he's awake you're suddenly all too aware at how close you both are- inches to be exact.

Liam blinked a few times, squinting at his surroundings before those baby blues landed on you, and then he couldn't look away.

"Y/N?" he breathed, and his voice was hoarse and croaky, but still the most beautiful thing you've ever heard, damn him. "Are we dead?"

You snort, finally turning to face him, your y/e/c eyes taking in his endless pools of blue. "No, we're not dead, you idiot." you laugh, and his face lights up at the sight.

"It's been a while since I've heard you laugh." he mumbles softly, adverting his eyes shyly, and you do too.

"Yeah.." It's been a while since anyone has heard you laugh.

Liam takes a deep breath, eyebrows pinched together. "Y/N, I'm not sure if I was imagining this, but in the car.. when we were freezing and probably dying.. you, you said.." he trails off swallowing hard, risking a glance at your face, which was carefully and strategically stony and expressionless. "You said.. you love me.."

Your face burns with embarrassment. You had been hoping he'd forget that.

"Y/N?" he prompts, and you sigh impatiently.

"Well, what do you want me to say?" you snap. "Is it true? Yes. Does it matter? N-"

"Yes." he cuts you off firmly, shifting a little closer to you. "It does matter."

You scoff. "No it doesn't- it shouldn't. And you should probably forget about it." you advise, and he flinches. "Just forget it because you're with Hayden and-"

"Y/N-" he tries, but you hold up a hand.

"No, Liam, let me finish- you're with her, and I didn't want to get in the way of that, so I just.. I just got completely out of the way, and tried to forget about you and my feelings. But I can't because I think about you all the time, it's freaking annoying!" Liam smiles at that. "So just forget I said anything, okay?"

He shakes his head, expression disconcertingly calm and content. "I can't." he states.

Your eyes narrow at the other beta. "And why is that?"

He smiles. "Because I love you too." And then his lips are on yours, and it's an explosion of emotion and something that can’t be described, only best compared with the feeling you get when taking a warm shower after being in a cold rain, and you melt into it, only to pull away after a second.

"Liam, Liam, we can't do this." you insist, shaking your head rapidly, and his expression morphs into one of hurt. "You're with Hayden, and-"

He laughs. The stupid beta actually laughs, and your eyes narrow indignantly.

"How is that funny- I'm not going to be the other woman, Liam-" you begin, and he's grinning, shaking his head, and finally you cave. "Why the hell are you looking at me like that?"

"Because Hayden and I broke up two weeks ago." he grins at your shocked expression, and you can't wipe it off your face because okay, what, and he laughs again. "Yeah, she cheated on me with Brett, but it's not like I minded, and now we're friends."

"You... oh.." you trail off, then squint at him. "Wait, you didn't mind? Your girlfriend cheated on you with your arch nemesis, and you're telling me you didn't explode on him?"

Liam nods. "Yeah. I didn't mind because I was in love with someone else too. You."

You're speechless then, and then you're leaning in, connecting your lips to his, melting you, and the bitterness, and cold detached facade you've built up these past few months melts with it, until you're back to the same Y/N Stilinski you've always been.

Someone clears their throat by the door, and you break apart from him quickly, almost falling off of the metal table you're both on, (probably because you were both frozen to one another), and would've if it hadn't been for Liam's arm around you. The whole pack- Scott, Stiles, Lydia, Malia, Mason, and Hayden stand there, grinning at the two of you.

"Hey, you're both alive!" Mason breaks the silence and you can't help but laugh, shocking them all.

"And you're both together." Hayden adds, and you suddenly freeze, almost afraid she's not okay with it until her face breaks into a grin. "Finally."

The room is filled with "congratulations", and "about time" and "use protection" and you hide your face in Liam's chest, which is only covered by a blanket, making it even worse.

Stiles was the only one not bursting from the seams with joy. "Alright, alright, they're both naked on a table, we should probably give them some privacy." Your face turns red when you realize your brother was correct, the only thing covering you both were blankets, fresh clothes folded on the table next to you.

The pack files out of the room, sending you both winks and kissing noises, and Stiles growls at Liam, pointing an accusatory finger at him. "And no peeking, you little runt!" And then he's slamming the door behind him.

You turn back to Liam, grinning, and he grins back. "Hey, you know how we can piss him off even more?" you suggest to break the awkwardness.

He shakes his head.

"We could just make out some more instead." you shrug, and he laughs.

"I love you."

And you kiss him, ignoring Stiles's shouts when he enters the room fifteen minutes later.

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