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too-gay-for-marvel · 3 years ago

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just this once pt.3

a/n: i know im technically a day late, but we stopped very late. but its here! and its gonna be a decent amount of parts, so be prepared, besties

Word Count: 2,439

Warnings: smut implications

Pairing: Natasha x Reader

(pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 pt.6.1 pt.6.2 pt.6.3 pt.7 pt.8)

Natasha had to admit, she hated how understanding Maria was. She had gone home and told Maria what you had said, expecting to become single almost as soon as she had finished talking. But no, Natasha had finished her rant, and Maria had taken a deep breath before saying “I’m sorry,” and dragging her into a hug.

She would’ve handled a “we’re over” much better.

But it helped ease some of the guilt that she was carrying around with her. It lifted some of the weight that had been keeping her head down and feet dragging. And with Maria being the most understanding person in the world, now she could live her life. Did she forgive herself? Fuck no, but at least she could move on with Maria.

It helped that you kept to what she had told you.

In the months after learning the truth, she never saw you. Her feet never took her to your suite, her thoughts never trailed to that night. Well. Not during the day. She… didn’t want to talk about the dreams.

Natasha was able to go a solid month without seeing you, and even though the back of her mind kept telling her to talk to you, she had stayed away. She had kept to her “honey do” list, went on her missions, and just lived her life.

Until Fury stuck his nose where it didn’t belong.

“You two have a mission.”

Natasha looked over to where you were standing, over in the corner as far away from her as you could be. Your eyes were down, only occasionally darting up to look at Fury when he was talking. She could see the fins on your arm flare out a bit before relaxing again, along with the slight twitch of your gills.

“Can this mission not be done with one person?” Natasha asked, her eyes still locked on you; you shifted your weight from one foot to the other.

“It requires stealth and…” Fury looked over at you and sighed. “Gills.”

“And here I thought you kept me around for my good looks,” you teased with an upturn of the corner of your mouth.

“When do you need us?” Natasha asked, and your half smile fell as quickly as it had appeared.

“You leave bright and early, 0400.”

With that, Fury left the room, leaving you and her alone. She took note of your fins staying flared, and took that as her sign to leave. Your feet shuffled, and she moved slower just in case, but you never reached out to her. That was all Natasha needed to head back to her room to prepare for tomorrow.

Tomorrow came far too soon, and it felt like only moments later that Natasha was standing in the hangar, watching you prep your gear.

Incorrectly.

“Your holster’s backwards,” Natasha pointed out.

“It is not, I’m testing something out,” you shot back without looking up.

“Whatever you put in there is going to fall out,” she continued.

You ignored her, but tried to turn it around without her noticing. She did. A silence fell over the both of you as you continued to get ready. Natasha had already gotten all of her stuff, but you continued to move around. You grabbed your belt and a harpoon, all of them quickly attached at your hips.

You maintained your relentless pace, her face pressed against the wall as you held your hand to the back of her neck. She felt you thrusting into her, most likely leaving a bruise on her ass and hips, but all she knew was that it felt so good she could only think of one thing-

Natasha turned her head away, a slight blush dusting her cheeks. If anyone noticed, they didn’t say. She refused to look at you until you stood up straight, geared up and ready to go. Your suit told her that there was going to be some sort of underwater aspect, and that gave her a bit of insight as to what was expected of the both of you.

The quinjet ride was awkward, to say the least. You stayed in the back while Natasha flew. She was thankful that you were keeping your distance. If you had been close, it was very possible that Natasha would have lost her damn mind.

Your suit always did do something to her.

You hadn't even bothered to take your pants off; just pulled them down far enough for you to get your strap out. Her fingers scrambled to grab purchase of something, anything, but your suit was still wet from the mission. Almost as wet as she was.

Natasha shook her head, trying to physically remove the memories. She was going to kill Nick when she got back.

She needed to focus on the mission. There was no need for it to be anything other than a mission. Get in, map out the building, get out. You would cover the lower levels, she would cover the upper, it shouldn't take more than an hour.

It was a slow descent to the checkpoint, but easy enough. You spent the last few minutes braiding your hair, keeping it out of the way and showing off the shaved part of your head. Natasha remembered teaching you how to tie those braids.

Once the quinjet was landed and you were both on solid ground, it was straight to business.

"Once you get back to solid ground, your pants and gear should be in a backpack marked on your locator," Natasha said.

"We'll meet up in the eastern stairwell," you continued, not even skipping a beat. It was like nothing had ever happened.

"Comms on?"

"Gonna miss me?" You asked, cocky as ever, but you turned the comm on anyway.

"Just get moving," Natasha huffed with a roll of her eyes. "The sooner we get in, the sooner we're done."

"See you in a minute," you winked and mock-saluted before jumping down into the hole that would be your entrance.

It's what she hated about you; how you could so easily act like nothing had ever happened.

Natasha closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Just one. Then it was time to get moving. She finished pulling her cap down, mostly covering the top half of her face before finishing the walk to the guarded entrance

She flashed a badge and they let her in without a word. One of her easier infiltrations, if she were being honest. Just went to prove that as long as she acted like she belonged, no one would question her. It was easier to blend in if you acted like there was no need for it.

Starting from the top, Natasha made her way down the building, mapping corridors, potential hidden rooms, rooms of interest. By the time she made it to your meeting point, she had marked more than enough information to assist in future missions.

All she needed was your half and she could go home.

The door to the stairwell was thrown open, slamming against the wall and causing Natasha to flinch ever so slightly. You were still soaking wet, trailing water behind you, and you didn't have your gear. In fact, you didn't have anything.

"What happened?" Natasha asked. But the sound of an alarm being set off was answer enough.

"It wasn't me," you stated simply.

Yelling echoed in the corridor behind you, and you gave Natasha A Look. That was all she needed before you both took off running down the stairs, skipping three or four at a time. She heard a *squeak* and turned around just in time to see you fall flat on your ass with a loud grunt.

“Get up,” Natasha groaned.

She didn’t wait for you to get up on your own, instead decided to grab your arm and yank you up. Except for the fact that she had forgotten how wet you were, and how slippery your skin could get, and you ended up falling back onto your ass a second time.

“Some help you are,” you growled as you managed to push yourself back up onto your feet.

“If you weren’t such a freak, this wouldn’t even be a problem,” Natasha shot back.

You both continued running, finally reaching the bottom floor just in time to hear echoed footsteps a few floors above you. Natasha opened the door and pushed you in, quick to follow after. She shut the door and grabbed the extra harpoon bolt from your hip, shoving it between the door and the wall while you protested.

“Get going,” she said as she continued to push you forward, looking for a way out.

“We could always go through the sewers,” you suggested with a shrug when you both came to a halt in an intersection that you swore you hadn’t seen yet.

“I’m not escaping in a fucking sewer,”Natasha shot at you. “You were supposed to find us a way out.”

“It’s not my fault someone ratted us out! I don’t like being stuck with you either!” You shouted back.

“Oh sure, after all of that bullshit a few months ago, now you don’t want to get stuck with me?”

“Listen, I said I was-”

“They’re around the corner!” A voice shouted. You and Natasha shared a look, and Natasha managed to pull you into a closet just in time for footsteps to be heard coming in your direction.

“We should’ve taken the sewer,” you whisper-yelled as Natasha tried to ignore how close to you she was.

If you two had been any closer, you would’ve been inside each other, and not in the enjoyable way. Natasha’s arms were pinned in between the both of you, and she could feel your ribs under her fingers. Her ear was pressed to your body; she could hear your irregular, three-pump heartbeat loud and clear. There used to be a time she would have enjoyed being so close.

You were both silent as you waited for the footsteps and yelling to die down. Even when they had faded, you stayed still, hoping that they wouldn’t open the closet as a last resort. Your body heat was comforting, and Natasha almost found herself forgetting the danger that was just around the corner. But then you gave an awkward cough and shifted, and Natasha was brought back to the fact that this wasn’t supposed to be enjoyable.

“I think we’re safe,” Natasha mumbled.

“Let’s get out of here,” you agreed as you cleared your throat again, still incredibly uncomfortable.

You reached around her and opened the door, the both of you practically falling out of the closet. When Natasha stood up straight again, she brushed the nonexistent dirt from her suit and avoided your gaze at all costs. Only when she had regained her composure did she turn to you again.

“You mentioned a sewer?” Natasha asked, completely defeated.

You nodded and started running in the opposite direction of the yelling, leading her down corridors until you both reached a manhole cover. Natasha could smell the sewage without opening it, and she could only imagine how terrible it would be once she jumped in. But there didn’t really seem to be any other option, and you were already prying it open just enough for them to slip in.

“Ladies first,” you gestured.

“Gee, thanks,” Natasha groaned as she took her last breath of semi-pure air and jumped in.

The stench was worse than anything Natasha had ever smelled before. All the death and ruin she had witnessed, and she still believed that this was worse. She couldn’t even attempt to guess at what was causing the smell, but she didn’t think she wanted to know. Maybe it would be a little more tolerable if she just pretended it was nothing.

You jumped in after her and pulled the manhole back into place, and just like that, it was like neither of you had ever been there. You didn’t wait for her as you started making your way out of the building, and Natasha quickly followed suit. She didn’t understand how you could breathe the air like it was nothing, but maybe it was part of your physiology. Maybe you were just lucky.

It felt like an eternity before you both ran into a ladder that would take you out of the sewer. You yanked the manhole cover aside and Natasha went up first, gasping when she smelled the fresh air. It was like being reborn, she thought. Her cells felt rejuvenated and her skin felt cleaner.

As soon as you pulled the cover back on, you both ran back to the quinjet as fast as you could. The stench of sewage followed you, stuck to your clothes; they would probably be incinerated when you got back to the tower. But you were out, and you could head back with enough confidence to tell Nick that you had at least gotten half of the building mapped out.

“You fly, I think I’m drying out,” you groaned. Natasha didn’t argue.

She sat in the pilot’s seat and set a course for the tower, wanting nothing more than a hot shower and a good sleep. But she looked back in time to see you stripping your suit off, groaning as it literally peeled off. Inch by inch, she saw your shoulders, your spines, your back, those abs.

You were never one to let anyone see you undressed, but Natasha loved that she was allowed. The way you shifted and twitched when her fingers ran over your skin, when you whined if she kissed that spot on your back. Loved the feel of your abs flexing as you thrusted into her at an inhuman pace that had her moaning and cumming for hours and-

“Nat, pull up!”

Natasha felt your hands covering hers, yanking up, and the real world unfolded before her eyes. The ground was quickly approaching, and the sound of the air rushing past the quinjet was enough to make Natasha’s hands shake. Only when the jet was back up and on course did she start to settle.

“Are you trying to get us killed?” You shouted, but Natasha just turned back to the front, trying her hardest to ignore the stinging in her eyes.

You grumbled and walked off, and Natasha could feel the frustration radiating off of you. But she didn’t really care anymore. She had nearly gotten you both killed because she had been too busy remembering you railing her. Natasha couldn’t do this anymore, couldn’t be around you anymore.

Not if she wanted to stay alive.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #black widow x reader #marvel #my writing

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unlikelywrestlingfan · 3 years ago

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IM SORRY FOR MY TAG BUT ITS SOMETHING I KEEP YHINKING ABOUT AND IM GOING TO EXPLODE EVEN THO KENNY IS PROBABLY NOWHERE NEAR THE POINT OF RECOVERY

IN HIS MOST RECENT INTERVIEW HE SAID HE STILL HAS TO GET SURGERY FOR HIS HERNIA WHICH THE DOCTORS SAID HE COULD PROBABLY WRESTLE AROUND BUT THANKFULLY HE’S NOT BEING AN IDIOT AND IS GOING TO WAIT TILL HE HAS THE SURGERY SO HE DOESN’T RUPTURE IT SORRY I’M IN ALL CAPS IM NOT YELLING AT YOU JUST FEELING LOTS OF THINGS

NO REASON TO APOLOGIZE IT’S NOT YOUR FAULT THAT I CAN’T HANDLE THIS THOUGHT!!! YOU ARE FINE. I AM JUST FREAKING OUT

FOR SO MANY REASONS

LIKE 1. THE IMPACT ON THE ELITE KLIQ BULLET ERA DRAMA SPECTACULAR

2. JUST BEING SO HAPPY AND PROUD THAT HE’S BACK

3. FEELING CONFLICTED ABOUT 2 BECAUSE HE’S AN EVIL EVIL MAN

4. I ACCIDENTIALLY STARTED ACCEPTING MY deep infatuation CRUSH ON HIM RECENTLY AND WHEN HE ACTUALLY RETURNS I’M PROBABLY GOING TO BE ENTIRELY OVERWHELMED which i will deny after this post because elle does not have wrestling crushes especially not on kenny omega

#brittsdmd #ily #unlikelywrestlingfan #asks #omegaman #i guess #elle does not have wrestling crushes

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khaleesiofalicante · 3 years ago

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OK MY ELECTRICITY WENT BUT IM HERE WITH MY LIVE BLOG. Im also wearing a tiara i found during cleaning at 2 38 am...

LXI'S STILL HAVING THOSE DREAMS

You see, that’s how Lexi functioned. Unlike Selena who had a weekly planner with her name doodled on it, Lexi didn’t like having a schedule. She would decide what she wanted to do when she wanted it.

SAME LEXI SAME

IM SORRY IF THIS IS MSOTLY IN CAPS IM TOO EXCITED

lexi

lexi why are you in pain

what what what

whats happening

im freaking out

GEORGIA

There were six of them. Each handle in one colour of the pride flag.

gimme

THE ACADEMY

NO NO NO

these demons can talk as well.

that's what bothers me the most

CLARY STFU YOU KNOW DAMN WELL YOU FOUGHT A WAR AT 15. I know she's worried for valid reasons but im losing it right now.

calm its ok its gonna be ok

georgia collecting the ichor-

i love her so much

Lexi didn’t think it was possible, but the sight somehow made her gayer than before.

me every time i look at amy or rosa from b99

OLIVIA

“Of course you are not dying!” Lexi said severely. “Neither one of us is allowed to die before we finish binging Game of Thrones.”

with the major character death tag right there

dont make me think of georgia getting sick

dont

The bar was extremely low for shadowhunters.

yes it is

OH MULTIPLE POVS

RAFAEL

did i just sob "my child" ?

maybe i did

im so proud of him

LEAVE ME ALONE

wait but in tid sophie was over the age of ascention too

WAIT HOW OLD WAS SOPHIE AT THE AGE OF ASCENTION

WAIT OMG SOPHIE WAS YOUNG

I FORGOT ABOUT THAT

“Life is too short for bad blood,”

yeah. yeah it is

i still really like camilla

He could go to Mexico right now. His heart wanted to do it. His body screamed at him to do it.

It wasn’t the distance that was the problem. He had two warlocks at home. He had a bike. He had money to buy a plane ticket.

It wasn’t the distance at all. Rafael would walk to Mexico for her if necessary.

i screamed so loud here i was grateful for the closed door

CHAIRMAN MEOW

CYUKGUCDGYMDYUD

THE PRECIOUS CAT

WHAT IF THE MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH IS ABOUT CHAIRMAN???

“Y’all really be acting as if portals are like a bag of Cheetos!” Max pointed out seriously. “It ain’t $2.50, bro! Do you have any idea the energy it takes to make a portal? What people actually pay for it? I can’t be making portals for free. I don’t get a salary from the Clave like you do. This is how I make a living!”

SO TRUE

“I was going to say you should go stay at the institute with David,” Rafael said. “But you are right. You are not a baby. You can stay here on your-”

“On second thoughts,” Max interrupted with a grin. “I’m still a fetus in warlock years so I will go the institute.”

THEY ARE SO PRECIOUS

AHHH HE CALLED HER PRETTY THE FIRST TIME HE SAW HER

THEY WERE 7

IM SCREAMING SO MUCH RIGHT NOW

my throat hurts

JAIME MY BABY

Y'ALL I MISSED HIM SO MUCH

“All thanks to the amazing Isabelle Lightwood,” Jaime replied. “I think I am a little in love with her.”

“Who isn’t?” Rafael chuckled.

we all are in love with isabelle lightwood

no no no

where's anjali

where is she

dont fuck with me right now

why does diego look like a mess

“Diego,” the woman rasped. “She is coughing up blood again.”

dont

it's chapter 1

stop making me cry

THE LIGHTWOOD SIBLINGS

YUSDFGYUSDFSDGYUD

if anyone gives izzy shit for this i'll kill them

JACE STOP GOING SO FAST

“Jace, if you want to a baby so much then grow your own damn uterus,” Isabelle snapped.

TELL HIM

THIS GOES OUT TO THE WHOLE MALE POPULATION

After Georgia’s birth, they had promised each other that they would always choose the children first. If it ever came to a point, as it often did in their lives, where they had to choose between themselves and the children – they had promised each other to save the children.

dude theres a major character death here

Jace thought for a moment and then grinned at her. “No uterus. No opinion.”

“Selena has trained you well,”

selena my smart feminist child

I JUST KNOW ONE OF THE LIGHTWOOD-BANES IS DYING

AND IM NOT OK

“Do you really need those?” Alec asked, pointing at the glasses.

“No,” Jace replied. “But Clary thinks I look hot with glasses.”

“You two are ridiculous,” Alec shook his head.

Jace turned around. “Really? And your beard is for character building, is it?”

there's no use lying alec we all know why it's really there

I KNOW WHAT LEUKEMIA IS SHUT THE FUCK UP IM LOSING MY SHIT

she cant die

IF SHE DIES I WILL RAISE HELL

my throat hurts from all the shouting

“Can I get a cinnamon latte with extra cream and two sugars please?” Alec asked.

Jace raised an eyebrow.

“Magnus had a long day at the Spiral Labyrinth,” Alec explained.

“Can’t he just magic his drink?”

“Well, yes,” Alec replied. “But I like buying it for him. It’s called being a good husband.”

aww that's so sweet

THIS IS HILARIOUS

“I’m saying no one can do better than David,” Jace huffed. “He is precious.”

tru

“If you are going to be this way, things are going to be very awkward at their wedding,” Jace muttered.

“They are not getting married, Jace!”

“Do you not want them to???”

“They are nineteen!!”

“Doesn’t mean we are not allowed to think about it,” Jace pointed out. “If they get married, we will be family!”

“We are already family!” Alec all but yelled.

“Yeah, but we will be even closer!” Jace sighed happily.

“You are my parabatai!” Alec said incredulously. “My soul is literally tied to yours! How closer do you want to get?”

THIS IS AMAZING

OH MY GOD I LOVE

JACE BEING OVER PROTECTIVE OVER SELENA DATING SOMEONE IM LOSING MY SHIT

wait how old is michael

"Oh my god,” Jace gasped. “Three out of three! I win!”

“It’s not a competition, Jace!” Alec rolled his eyes.

“It is and I won,” Jace grinned. “You’re welcome, LGBTQ+ community.”

YUP JACE WON

“Can we talk about something else?” Izzy demanded. “We are not those parents who only ever talk about their children.”

Alec cleared his throat. “Right. Of course.”

“Yeah, we have lives of our own,” Jace nodded seriously.

They drove quietly for a while before they started discussing about their children’s love lives again right up until Jace pulled over at Jade Wolf.

of course...

Lily’s face was pale – paler than usual.

lily what's wrong

please lily

anjali...

lily is close to her

of course

“Then we burn all the angels,” Lily growled.

YES YES YES YES

Jace walked in that moment, sipping from his latte. “I bought donuts, y’all!”

A chuckle escaped Magnus. “Jonathan. Your timing is impeccable.”

"Is everything okay?” Jace asked, looking troubled.

“No,” Maia replied. “But at least we have donuts.”

at least they have donuts

“I love you,” he mouthed, and Alec’s heart was okay for a moment.

THE FEELS

ISABELLE

NO NO NO

IZZY

PLEASE

WHY IS EVERY POV ENDING LIKE THIS

They had put on their clothes

AHEM SIR-

they grow up so fast...

im crying

dont please

izzy

she was poisoned

oh my god

WHO

GIVE ME NAMES RIGHT NOW

Rafael drank like a dozen a day.

understandable have a good day

OH MY GOD STOP JOKING AS A COPING MECHANISM

Im squeezing the life out of Emma (my emotional support stuffed cat) right now

seelies

the first time i heard the source was angelic my very first incstinct was seelie. I didn't wanna share it because of how absurd it sounded. but it doesn't anymore.

charlotte was poisoned by a seelie unintentionally which cost her her child

OH MY GOD

NO THIS WASN'T IZZY'S COFFEE

MAGNUS GAVE IT TO HER

THIS WAS MAGNUS' COFFEE

SOMEONE WAS TRYING TO POISON HIM.

I'm losing my mind oh my god... I am so scared. Please Anjali and Isabelle please they cant...no i dont wanna think like that. tryna take deep breaths. ok. it's gonna be ok. maybe.

see ya friday!

Now I want to write lbaf while wearing a tiara. Hmmmm. I'll look for one online.

See you Friday! Also hope you had a good birthday!!!

And send pics of Emma!!!!!!!

#lbaf

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moonlit-imagines · 4 years ago

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Headcanons for being a younger Avenger and mentoring Kamala

Kamala Khan x reader

warnings: avengers game spoilers, guns

a/n: so excited about this one; i made y/n just a bit older (and gn!) so that they’re in their mid-early teens during a-day! hope thats okie doke! reader has electrokinesis. this accidentally got really detailed

prompt: anonymous: “Hey there! Would you mind writing HCs for the Avengers Game about female reader being a young Avenger (around 17) and mentoring Kamala Khan?”

you were just a kid yourself when you joined the avengers

and you were an inspiration to kids around the world

“does SHIELD think nothing of child labor laws?” -bruce

the avengers became your family

and seeing what you could do...they knew you could handle yourself

and then a-day happened

the day started off so perfect

and the kids went ballistic over seeing you

“y/h/n! look, it’s y/h/n!”

“can i get a picture?”

“hi, guys! of course you can!”

but there was one kid who stuck out among the rest

kamala khan

“you’re the one who wrote about the sewers, right? i freaking loved it! may i just say your art is amazing?”

“r-really?”

“oh, yeah! and the part where you had thor spin mjölnir to push water towards the sewer lizards so i could shock them? genius!”

she could not wait to tell abu about what you had just said

you obviously took a selfie with her and handed her a little pin with your own “icon” on it

but your world got turned upside down that day

the battle was one you’d never forget

and the fighting with your own teammates afterwards would haunt you for years to come

“what do you know, y/n?! you’re just a kid!” -tony

“oh yeah? im one of the only functioning members of this team!”

“everybody calm down. y/n makes a good point, but—” -nat

“thank you”

“...but there’s some stuff you should leave up to us. you really shouldn’t have to take on so much responsibility” -nat

“she’s right, y/n. this was our fault” -bruce

“are you kidding me?! i’m just as guilty as the rest of you, i’m an equal member of this team! for years we’ve dealt with this together, taken the blame together! what’s changed?”

“y/n...you saw what we did out there. that changed everything...” -bruce

you technically were an inhuman, just not terrigen-based

didnt matter to AIM, they took dr. pym for god’s sake

so you had to run, you were on your own for a while

a long while

you laid low for five years, most boring five years of your life

at least you still had your life, though. it just wasn’t what it used to be

but you got a message one day

“‘tiny dancer,’ huh? my moneys on either nat or tony. nah, tony would have chosen ‘rocket man.’”

you couldn’t be sure, maybe it was just a random shield agent...maybe hank pym? god, this was crazy

the message brought you to, uh, cap’s memorial statue

and there was a young girl arguing with a couple of boys...an inhuman!

you hopped in and saved her, she seemed scared

“hey, kid, you alright?”

“y/h/n? is it really you?”

she seemed vaguely familiar

“are you tiny dancer?”

“no, i thought you might be? they sent you here, too?”

there wasn’t much time to chat, AIM was onto you

you two unfortunately got split up for a minute, but you were practically raised by the notorious clint barton and natasha romanoff, and various other spies

yes, you planted a tracker on her

and met her at the bus stop!

“you found me?”

“that i did, kamala. see, i do remember you”

“that is so cool! i mean—not almost getting killed, or the guy with the big head...”

“what guy? you need to tell me everything”

the whole busride was a bit overwhelming. kamala explained the resistance clues, her powers, her undying admiration for the avengers, you name it

but it made you feel good to know that there were people out there that didn’t hate you

“so what was it like? being the teenage avenger?”

“uh, it was...it was really cool. i felt like i was one-of-a-kind. but sometimes people didn’t take me seriously, it was kind of aggravating”

“yeah, no one takes me seriously either...”

“you know, depending on how this all goes, i might be able to give you a few pointers”

“really?! that’d be great!”

once you got to utah...you saw the chimera

it brought back some bad memories, kamala could tell

“you okay?”

“me? yeah, im good. just thinking...okay, well, do you have a plan on how to get yourself across all of this?”

“actually, i do!”

it was kind of creepy in there, but when you laid your eyes on caps shield, you kind of broke

“do you hear something, what it that?”

“...hulk. kamala, you need to get out of here, i’ll catch up to you, i swear”

she didn’t leave in time, so she got to see the greener side of bruce. you chased him back and tried to get bruce back

meanwhile, kamala found AIM troops...oops

bruce cooled off and man was he doing rough

“y/n, is that really you?”

“yeah, its me. surprise. how long have you been the big guy?”

“too long...a few years”

“jesus, im sorry. i’ll be right back, though. some kid brought me here, i gotta go get her. you kinda scared her off”

she was passed out when you got to her

but bruce is a doctor, he’d figure it out

“i could give her a little shock to wake her up, you know?”

“oh, i know. just let her rest for a minute. she needs it”

“right...well im gonna take a look around, maybe go see what i left behind. i could power the place up, but we’re missing some parts to actually get this thing running. best i can do is lights and doors”

you turned the little things on and turns out did leave a decent amount of stuff in here

your first pair of pistols that nat gave you, the gigantic stein that thor gifted you for your 13th birthday, gadgets tony needed an “extra boost” for *bzzt*, a note from cap that just said “good luck, y/n, you’re going to do great!” you cant even remember what it was he was referring to. you just missed him

kamala walked in while you were shuffling around and cleaning the place up

“hey, dr. banner wanted me to come get you. is this your room?”

“that it is, and it’s a huge mess. this is literally all my belongings ever”

bruce had his plan and you just went along, helping kamala out as you go

“baby steps, kam, don’t want you to pass out. but don’t worry, happens to the best of us” -you

“really? you pass out too?” -kamala

“oh yeah, for sure. tell her bruce, remember that time we had thor overcharge me to literally make me an EMP? and tony was busy listening to music so he wouldn’t get out of the blast radius and his armor shut down? so he was out of commission and i had just collapsed from it all? good times”

“y/n, we thought you died” -bruce

this hc is so long omg — anyways you guys ended up finding tony and it was sort of entertaining but he kinda punched bruce and then hugged you

“you got so big”

“shut up, tony”

you kinda harbored some bad feelings since none of the avengers did anything to help you once they started rounding up inhumans (but you still missed them)

getting attacked again

“okay, kamala, remember what i said about baby steps. dont overdo it. i trust you with this!”

“thank you, y/n! uh—oh my god!”

aaaanyways you went to the ant hill to see hank and pick up some supplies, boy was it great to see some familiar faces, then back the the chimera you went to fix it all up

“can you hold that right there for me, kamala? thanks. i think that just about does it. now i have a surprise for you...your own room!”

you helped kamala get it nice and tidy while talking about each other’s lives, she really did remind you of yourself when you became an avenger. excited, scared, underestimated, all of that. and she begged you to share some mission stories, so you obviously did

“you know, if you stick around for a while, you’re gonna have some cool stories, too. maybe even a kickass costume.”

“oh! a costume, ive got that sorta covered. check it out. a burkini, muslim women wear it for swimming and stuff. my mom got it for me”

“love it. soon we’ll find you a fitting name and update the suit, but seriously, this was the perfect way to go. you look great”

“you think so? i don’t know if i feel that cool. maybe i should try something else?”

“if that’s how you feel, you don’t have to stick to it. you can experiment all you want! but i really think you did awesome on this. come on, pose with me! and hey, i like your pins.”

at this point, you’d do anything for kamala, she reminded you so much of yourself. you would have killed for a mentor your age back in the day.

natasha was in fact tiny dancer...called it

“oh, god, y/n. you’re all grown up...im sorry we left you alone. but if it makes you feel better, i always kept an eye on you”

“well, i kind of took on a protégé...she’s like your grand-protégé. kam, c’mere”

after thor finally came back, everyone started fighting again and ditched, it felt so familiar. but you couldn’t leave kamala behind, you swore to yourself that you couldn’t do that.

she was so good for this team

MODOK was defeated (by kamala herself) but there was so much left to do, tons of threats to extinguish, training to accomplish

“y/n, tony won’t turn his dad rock off! he overrode the speakers in my room”

“oh, it’s on. get chastity’s fabric dye and bleach pens. we’re gonna start some trouble”

she gave you a high five one time and nearly broke your arm

sending each other tiny hand memes

“hey, ms. m, how’re your parents? doing okay without their favorite super-daughter?”

“my abu doesn’t stop texting me actually, says my family is super proud of me. it’s a nice change of pace”

you take her on covert missions for field training, it was Educational(tm)

*elevator music playing* “so...what do you want for dinner? i was thinking we could ask thor to barbecue”

sleepovers in her room that just turn into her showing you her superhero merch, listening to music, prank lists, sneaking off to the HARM room for hand-to-hand combat training and power experiments, thinking up new costume designs

“tip: you always need backup suits, you never know what you’re gonna run into out there. one time tony pushed me into a tower of paint cans and they spilled all over me. steve yelled at him for two hours afterwards. worst mission ever, except steve said ‘motherfucker’ and i have never recovered from the emotions of that day”

“wow, i wish i could have been there for that”

“don’t worry, kami, you’ll see some crazy ‘team bonding’ along the way”

she geeks out about captain marvel sometimes

“hey, i’ve got a book carol gave to me about ‘teens taking responsibility.’ you wanna read it?”

“is it any good?”

“i don’t know, i only read the first two pages”

you ended up having a true heart-to-heart with her after one mission when she made a mistake that nearly cost you guys the mission. you told her that not every mission is going to go perfect, each avenger had slipped up in the field, and she had just started, shes not going to be perfect

“i am literally always here if you need anything. i know what it feels like to be a teenager among legends, but trust me, you’ve made it this far and you’ve proven how much of a badass you are. i know you can take anything that gets thrown at you”

kamala said she makes vegan nachos and yeah she makes vegan nachos

you guys have to hide from the rest of the team when she makes them bc they eat ALL OF THEM

gaff (the SHEILD vendor) has you test his gear, you recommend gear to kamala

you were so excited to guide kamala on her journey of heroism

taglist: @ravenmoore14 // @purpleskiesstorm //

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soulwillower · 5 years ago

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neighbor!stan and reader being enemies to friends to lovers would include hc?? (bonus points if u can somehow include him being jealous of one of the bowers gang members!!) 😳👉🏻👈🏻💛

love this idea omg (also i try to avoid the bowers gang bc i read the books before ever seeing the movies and they freak me the fuck out ahaha but i did a lil bit for u <3)

so u think stan is pretentious

hes ur neighbor and hes always at his desk whenever u see him in his window, doing stupid nerd shit or hanging out with his annoying friends

he thinks you’re a bitch tbh

u guys argue all the time

about everything and its fuckin crazy how poorly u get along

so many snide comments under ur breath

and eye rolls !

ur parents are civil but privately they honestly don’t get why u guys hate each other

like he’s such a dick to u

one time u drop the trash when ur trying to take it out one day and he laughs his ass off as he gets out of his car

“fuck you, uris.”

“don’t act like you wouldn’t.” he mutters, seemingly uninterested

it makes u even more mad bc what?! ur so annoyed

but ur super close with his friend bev because u and her start working together

and she convinces u to hang out with them

u just figure u can ignore stan, right?

nah

hes so rude the whole time and u are right back

despite that, u rly like the losers

they rly like u

u guys start to hang out a lot

u hate to admit it but in a group setting, stan is pretty tolerable

fun, even

hes lame still bc he wears shower caps, but hes kinda cool

plus hes kind of rly hot and u never noticed that when u saw him in red every time u interacted

but hes nicer to u when he sees u at school

or when u see each other at ur houses, he’s civil and pretty funny

he gives u a ride home once when u miss the bus

its nice

turns out u get on quite well even tho u still butt heads sometimes

u kinda like it tho,

anyways meanwhile all of this,

henry bowers and his gang started to give u shit

like flirting and teasing u

ur nervous because they give u weird vibes

one day patrick is talking to u, nothing interesting but his arm was above u, resting on the locker that u were leaning against

stan gets so violently annoyed that he almost makes ben cry when he snaps at him

hes so distracted by u n patrick

he’s boiling in rage lol but he feels bad so he apologizes to ben

but hes super mad still

he ignores u later that day when u run into him at ur mailboxes

so u open ur window later at night when u see him in his room

u yell his name so loudly u might wake up the whole neighborhood

but he hears ya so he opens his window and hes like ‘what do u want’

and ur all ‘wtf did i do’ and u call him an asshole

hes p mad at that but … ur point is also valid

and he rly likes u

he just says hes sorry and that he hates patrick

and ur like omg im sorry but why did that bother u

he says its bc patricks a douche

and he is

but then he sighs and is like ‘i also want to be the one to be that close to u’ or something

and ur like come again for big fudge wHAT

and hes like HEH SIKE.... but hes super red

so you leave and hes like ah fuck I've done it

but u show up at his door and

his heart stops

he can't believe ur at his front door looking at him like that

ur so goddamn pretty and u drive him crazy

but he knows he loves it

and u just kiss him like u dont even say anything just bam

he kisses u back quickly bc hes afraid its not real

but u are, it is

and the losers are half surprised but in all honestly they had pooled and bet on when u and stan would get together

#stanley uris headcanons #losers club x reader #stan uris x reader #headcanons #my writing

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ofstarsandvibranium · 6 years ago

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Beer Pong

Fandom: Marvel (College AU)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

As requested by anonymous: Hi, so that frat boy chris gif set is giving me so many feelings and I was wondering if I could request some frat boy! Steve smut? Like reader has a class with him and he seems so quiet and out of place for a stereotypical frat house, but then they see him at a party and hes just as drunk and wild as the rest of them, so they decide to talk to him and kachow! They're doing the do.

warning: smut

A/N: yeeeaaah we don’t condone drunk sex here. so i tweaked the request a bit. also, THIS IS REALLY LONG. I’M SORRY GUYS! I GOT TOO INTO IT! 4.5K WORDS! I’M SO, SO SORRY! I HOPE YOU DON’T HATE ME!

“Hilly, I really didn’t wanna come here!” you tried to pull against the tight grip your best friend, Brunnhilde aka Hilly, had on your wrist.

Hilly rolled her eyes, “No, Y/N. You’ve been holed up in our apartment for too long! You need to go out and let loose!”

“No! I-Hilly!! Stop it!” due to her strength, your best friend was able to pull you into the frat house that was bumping with loud music and people yelling and cheering.

You winced at how loud the music was playing. People all had the stereotypical red cups in their hand, filled to the brim with booze. People were grinding on each other to the music, couples were making out in the dark corners of the house. The entire place smelled of sweat and alcohol. You didn’t like this at all.

Hilly continued to drag you through the house and out the back to the backyard where there were even more people. Her grip on you didn’t ease until she ran into Thor, a guy you had European history with.

“There you are, you big oaf!” Hilly punched Thor in the arm and he chuckled.

“I told you I’d be in the backyard!” he looked behind Hilly and waved at you with a smile, “Hello, Y/N!”

You waved, “Hey Thor.”

“I didn’t expect to see you here. As I recall these aren’t your thing.” he gave Hilly a pointed look, who then shrugged and grabbed the cup from his hand, drinking all of its contents.

You snorted, “Yeah, well, my wonderful best friend thought it’d be good to bring me, despite my rejection.”

Thor nodded, “I see, well, now that you’re here, come play with us! Steve needs a partner because Barnes went off with someone.”

Your ear perked at the familiar name, “Steve? As in Steve Rogers?”

Thor smirked at your sudden interest, “The very same,” he offered his arm to you, “Come along.” Hilly had already went over to the beer pong table where several people were gathered around. When you drew closer, Thor yelled, “Steve! I found you a partner!”

Steve turned towards Thor, his eyes brightening and smile widening at the sight of you, “Y/N! Hi!” he rushed over to you, crushing you in his arms with a hug, “I didn’t think I’d see you here!”

You nervously laughed, “Yeah, uh, same here. You’re a frat boy?”

He shrugged, “Yeah. Surprised?”

“A little. I mean in class you’re so shy and quiet unlike-”

“YEEEAAAH! THAT’S MY BOY!” you heard Luis, another classmate of yours, yell to his friend, Scott who managed to win their round of beer pong.

“-them,” you chuckled at the sight.

“I’m a business major like the rest of ‘em.”

You slowly nodded, “Wow. I’ve sat next to you for half a semester and I’m just finding this out.”

He shrugged, “Well, we hardly get time to chat. Fury is always on people who even asks the person next to them for a pencil.”

You laughed, “That’s true!”

Steve looked down and took note of your empty hands, “You wanna drink?”

You shook your head, “I don’t drink alcohol.”

“That’s fine. We have water, soda, orange juice too, unless Nat and her friends used it all for the mimosas.”

“Water’s fine.”

He shot you a smile and then excused himself to head back inside the house. Once out of sight, Hilly practically ran into your side, “I saw you talking to him! What’d he say? Did he ask you out yet?”

You snorted, “No, Hilly. We just talked about school. And he’ll definitely not want to ask me out. I’m not his type!”

She arched a brow at you, “You know his type?”

“He’s like any frat boy here. Some tall, skinny chick in a sorority who likes to party and drink. I’m not like that.”

“But Steve isn’t like all these other frat boys,” Hilly pointed out before heading back to the beer pong table. It was her and Thor against Sam and Scott’s girlfriend, Hope.

Steve startled you when he appeared back at your side, “Sorry,” he gave you a sheepish look.

You took the water bottle from his hands, “Thanks and it’s alright.” you twisted the cap open and gulped nearly half the bottle down, which made Steve snicker.

“Thirsty much?”

You giggled, “You have no idea. Anyway, Thor said you needed a partner for the game?” you asked, nodding towards the pong table.

“Yeah, but you don’t have to play if you don’t want to.”

You shrugged, “It’s fine. Might as well, right?”

“I suppose. I’ll drink your drinks too since you said you don’t drink.”

You graciously smiled at him, “Thanks, Steve.”

“No problem, Y/N.”

___________________________

Three rounds of beer pong and you and Steve have been undefeated. Steve, because he took on the responsibility of drinking your drinks, was now soooooo drunk. Every time the ball landed in the other team’s cup, he’d do this adorable dance that always made you laugh. And you noticed whenever you laughed, a big smile would appear on his face and he’d get this look in his eyes. It brought butterflies to your tummy, but it also made you nervous. You’re not Steve’s type. You’ll never be Steve’s type. You needed to get that into your head now before you started to fall harder for him.

It was your turn and the opposing team, Tony and Clint, had one more cup to go. You rolled the ping pong ball in your hand, trying to concentrate. Steve stood right behind you, his front pressed up against your back.

He leaned over and whispered into your ear, “You got this, Y/N. This is for the win. I believe in you.” You could feel your face heating up from not only his closeness but the fact that he had both hands on your hips.

“Okay. Here it goes!” you tossed the ball across the table and...SPLOOSH.

“YEEEAAH! WE WON! YOU DID IT, BABY!” Steve picked you up into his arms and kissed you on the mouth.

Realizing what was happening, you pulled away, staring at Steve wide-eyed, who, in return, stared back at you just the same.

“Fuck,” he stepped away from you, nervously rubbing the back of his neck, “Shit. I-I’m sorry. I’m drunk! But that’s not an excuse! I just-” his body sagged, “You can leave, if I made you uncomfortable. I-I understand.”

You stared at Steve and without hesitation, you pulled him in for another kiss. Cheers and applause erupted around the two of you which made you break the kiss in laughter.

Steve’s hands remained on your hips, his forehead resting against yours. He groaned, “I really want you, Y/N.” he’s grinding his crotch into yours and you whimper, which causes him to moan again, “God, I could make you feel so good, baby. Lemme make you feel good.” he’s practically dry humping you in front of everyone, which makes you push him away.

“Steve, stop. You’re-You’re drunk. This-This can’t happen. You don’t want me. Not really.”

“Y/N-”

“I’m gonna go.” You turned your back to him and ran out of the backyard. His cries for you falling deaf upon your ears.

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You woke up the next morning with a groan. The events of last night replaying through your head and you dug your face into your pillow. You kissed Steve Rogers. Twice. He wanted you, but he was drunk, and that’s what probably hurt the most. Knowing he wouldn’t want you sober.

You let out a frustrated sigh as you grabbed your phone and looked at your notifications. You hadn’t even looked at it when you got back to your dorm and went straight to sleep.

Hilly: where’d you go??

Hilly: thor said you just left after kissing steve??

Hilly: seriously, Y/N, where did you go?!

Hilly: YOU BETTER LET ME KNOW WHERE YOU ARE OR I’M CALLING CAMPUS POLICE TO LOOK FOR YOU!

You glanced towards Hilly’s bed to see that she was completely passed out. Thor probably brought her back. She always went too hard with her alcohol.

You checked your other messages. One was from Thor:

Thor: brought Hilly back. She was freaking out about not knowing where you were. But she was happy to see you in bed when I brought her back. Also, you and Steve huh? ;)

The last batch of messages were from Steve. Some were from last night and the others from early this morning:

Steve: Y/N, im sorry! plasse coe back!

Steve: I wan talk!

Steve: I know I mseed up!

Steve: at least teell me you got bcak safe!

He was still clearly drunk when he texted you those. Then you read the ones from early this morning:

Steve: Y/N, I’m really sorry I made you uncomfortable last night. I don’t know what I was doing.

Steve: I know that’s a poor excuse, but this is me trying to make up for it. Can we talk?

Steve: well, i’ll be at the house nursing my hangover the entire day, so if you’re willing to talk. you can come by? or I can come to you? Whatever makes you comfortable.

And that was that.

You tossed your phone onto your bed and sat up. You can do one of two things: 1) be completely immature and pretend all of last night didn’t happen or 2) be a responsible adult and talk things out with Steve.

As much as you wanted to do number 1, the logical part of your brain told you to do number 2. So number 2 it is.

__________________________

Steve stared at his phone, specifically the messages he had sent you last night and this morning. You read them, but hadn’t responded to him at all. He tossed the phone onto the couch in the living room of the frat house cursing.

Bucky walked over and plopped down next to Steve, “You okay, pal?”

“I think I ruined my chances with Y/N,” he mumbled regretfully.

“Ah yes. You kissed her. She kissed you. You started dry humping her and then she ditched. Way to go. You really do know how to deal with the ladies, pal.”

Steve punched his best friend in the arm, “This isn’t funny, Buck! I really like Y/N and I fucking blew it! Why the hell did I have to get plastered last night?!”

Sam groaned as he trudged over to the couch, “Too loud. No yelling,” he grumbled as he fell into one of the bean bags on the floor, “Why’re you yellin’ anyway?”

“He fucked up his chance with Y/N,” Bucky said with a smirk.

Sam snorted, “Was it the kiss or the dry humping?”

I WASN’T DRY HUMPING HER!” Steve yelled which made Sam whine. He pushed off the couch and marched towards the stairs, “I was gonna ask you two for help with apologizing to her and telling her how I feel but fuck you guys! You’re no help at all!” he purposefully stomped up every step of the way just to irritate Sam.

The doorbell rang and Bucky got up with a grunt, and went over to open the door. An immediate smile appeared on his face, “Hey, Y/N.”

You shyly smiled at him, “Hey, Bucky. Um, is Steve here?”

“Yeah. Hold on.” Bucky faced the inside of the house, cupped his hands around his mouth, “Hey, Steve! Y/N’s here!”

Steve hollered back from downstairs, “THAT’S NOT FUNNY, BUCKY!”

“I’m serious, man! She’s here!”

“YEAH RIGHT!”

“SHE’S REALLY HERE YOU DUMBASS! NOW GET DOWN HERE SO EVERYONE CAN STOP FUCKING YELLING!” Sam yelled from his seat in the bean bag. You couldn’t help but giggle at the hole affair.

You heard hurried stomping upstairs and then Steve came bolting down the stairs towards you and Bucky, “Y/N!” he slid to a halt before you.

“Um, hi, Steve.”

With small pants, he said, “Hi,” back.

Bucky pat his friend on the shoulder, “Weeeeell, I’ll leave you guys alone. Sam, you want a hangover special?”

“God, yes!”

Sam followed Bucky to the kitchen and you awkwardly chuckled, “So, uh, you wanted to talk?”

“Right, um, is it okay if we can do this in my room? I’d prefer the privacy.”

You nodded, “Sure,” you walked back into the house, surprised that it didn’t look completely trashed.

“I cleaned up as soon as I woke up,” Steve stated as he walked up the stairs.

“You seem fine for someone who claims to have a hangover,” you noted.

“It was bad when I woke up earlier. The headache and sound sensitivity has died down now. So I’m pretty much good. Can’t say the same for Sam or some of the others though.”

He held the door to his room open for you and you walked in, immediately sitting down at his desk chair. After closing the door behind him, he walked over to his bed, sitting at the edge. He looked down at his lap, nervously twiddling his thumbs around, “So, uh, I’m sorry about last night. I was drunk and I kissed you and it was uncalled for. And, well, the grinding thing. Everyone is saying I was dry humping you, but I don’t think I was. Was I?”

You awkwardly scrunched your face up, “You kinda were, Steve.”

He groaned and put his head in his hands, “God fucking-I’m so sorry, Y/N! I really-I don’t know what I was thinking. I was so gone and I guess my feelings for you plus the amount of alcohol I had brought that out in me and-”

“You have feelings for me?”

“Well, yeah. I mean you’re so smart and funny and beautiful. The conversations we’ve had before and after class, they always make my days so much better. But I just had to fuck it up.” Steve fell back against his bed, staring up at the ceiling.

He heard the screech of his chair against the wooden floor and the padding of your feet towards him. He thought you were going to sit beside him, but no, you crawled on top of him, straddling his lap, which made him sit up.

“Y/N, wha-” you cupped Steve’s face and pressed your lips against his. This kiss was different from the last two. The last two was desperate and rushed. This one was soft and meaningful.

Steve wrapped his arms around you and rolled you over so that now he was on top and you were on the bed. Your hands pulled at the hem of his shirt and he broke the kiss, “Wait. Wait. So this,” he gestures between the two of you, “it’s mutual? You really like me too?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, “Of course, I like you, Steve! I kissed you, didn’t I?”

“Well yeah, but-actually. I don’t know where I was going with this. I like you and you like me and now-now I wanna get naked with you.”

You laughed again, “Get naked with me? You sound like a child.” he gave you a shrug and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it onto the ground.

You sat up doing the same while Steve hopped off the bed, tugging off his sweats. He fell onto the floor whilst doing so which made you laugh. Hard.

You curled up into a ball on his bed, clutching your stomach, “Y-You just-and you were-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

Steve rolled his eyes and proceeded to kick off his pants, his boxers joining them. Then there he stood before you, naked as the day he was born, pouting, “This is not how our first time together is supposed to go!”

“I-I’m-I’m sorry! You-You just-AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

Steve growled and he pounced on you, throwing his entire weight on top of you causing you to yelp. You tried pushing him off, but he took your wrists pinning them to the bed. His usual bright blue eyes were now a darker blue, “Baby girl, you better stop laughing. Right now.”

You pulled your lips in, trying not to laugh some more. You found this side of Steve incredibly sexy, but the fact that he fell on his ass a minute ago was just too funny.

You found yourself giggling again and Steve pushed his bare hips down on your clothed ones, “Sweetheart, I ain’t gonna fuck ya if you keep laughing at me.”

You visibly gulped, swallowing down your laughter as you mustered out a “Sorry, Steve.”

His eyes softened then, “You good now?” when you nodded, Steve let go of you, “Good. Now let’s even out the playing field, shall we?” and he was back to your soft Steve again. Looks like you’ll have to explore that darker side of him later.

With your pants somewhere on the floor, and your bra and underwear joining it, you were bare before Steve. Laying in his bed and looking like an angel.

“Goddamn. I think I’m dreaming.” his hand went down to his hard cock, slowly stroking it.

You bent your fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion and he proceeded to crawl closer to you, body hovering over yours as he bent down for a searing kiss. One hand ran down your body, while the other kept him up right. He kneaded at your breasts, pinching and pulling at your hardened nubs makin you moan into his lips.

“I love those sounds of yours. Lemme hear them again,” he breathed against your lips as his hand traveled further down to your pussy, his fingers rubbing down onto your clit before moving further to your slick, “This okay?” he asked before going any further.

You nodded, “More, Steve. Please.”

Without a second thought, his middle finger dipped into your core. You were wet but not wet enough yet. He wanted to change that, “Can I taste you, sweetheart? Hm? Can I taste that sweet pussy of yours?”

“Oh fuck yes,” you breathed out. You could already feel yourself getting wetter just by Steve’s dirty talk. You didn’t expect this out of him at all.

Steve spread your legs further before laying onto his stomach in-between them. His fingers began to tease you, running along your slit, rubbing slow, circles around your clit. It was nice, bu not what you wanted.

“Steeeeve!” you whined, causing him to chuckle.

“It’s alright, Y/N. I hear ya.” he leaned him, licking a stripe up your slit, which resulted you letting out a sigh of relief. Finally getting to the good stuff.

His fingers spread your pussy lips open and he delved in. His tongue licking up your sweet juices, the tip teasing your hole, and then going up to flick at your nub.

Your hands went to his hair, gripping the blonde tresses in pleasure, tugging at them, causing Steve to moan into your heat. And it was a very sexy, animalistic moan. So...Steve’s got a hair pulling kink. Gotta add that to the list of surprising things you’re finding out about him.

“God, Steve. You’re so good at that,” you moaned, eyes glancing down at the oh so wonderful sight before you.

If someone told you that Steve Rogers, your semester long crush, would be naked and going down on you, two days ago, you’d call them crazy. The thought only seemed like a dream and now your dream has come true. And holy fuck is this so much better than you ever thought it would be.

Your nails scraped against Steve’s scalp as his tongue occupied your clit, while a finger slipped into your hole. You pushed your head back against the mattress mumbling, “Holy fucking shit, Steve.”

You heard him chuckle as he continued to pleasure you with his tongue, “You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted, Y/N.” he gave you a wink and it made you whimper.

“Steve, no more. I want you inside of me. Please.” you batted your eyes at him, hoping they’d give him the right affect. They did.

He sat up, wiping your juices off his mouth, “You want it, huh?” he gripped his rock hard cock in his hand, “You want me to fuck you?”

You nodded, “Yes, please, Stevie,” you looked your legs around him, pulling him in, “so, so much.”

He smirked as he placed a hand by your head, holding him up. His other, still wrapped around his dick, “I can’t say no to you, Y/N.” he leaned in, teasing your clit with his tip. The precum spreading all over you. Steve’s hand on the mattress moved up more and reached for something under the pillow you were laying on. When he pulled away, he had a condom in hand.

You gave him a questioning look and he simply shrugged, “Always gotta keep ‘em near.” he ripped the small package opening and then pulled the rubber out. He rolled it over his tip and then down his shaft. He tossed the wrapper somewhere and went back to business.

“Alright. You still wanna do this?” Still ever the considerate one, Steve.

“Fuck yes. Now come oooonn! I’ve been waiting for this since I saw you on the first day of class!”

Steve laughed as he bent over you, “Same here.” he pressed his lips to yours and at the same time, sheathed himself inside you. You gasped against his lips. This wasn’t the first time you’ve had sex, but Steve’s width was a lot different that the few previous people you’ve slept with.

“You okay?” he murmured against your lips.

You nodded, “Mhm. Just been a while is all.”

“I’ll start slow,” he said before carefully pulling his hips back and then pushing them towards you, “Just tell me if you want me to go faster.” you nodded again, and his lips was on yours once more.

He continued to give slow and careful thrusts. With every one, you became more used to the feeling of him and it became pleasurable. The feeling of his cock dragging against your pussy walls. His pubic bone pressing just enough pressure onto your clit to provide pleasure. But you wanted more now. You needed more now.

“Faster, Steve. Now. Want more now.”

“I got ya, baby. I got ya.” Steve took your legs and propped them over his shoulders, allowing him to go deeper inside you.

You let out a loud moan as his thrusts became deeper and harder, “Fuck, Steve! Like that! Just like that!” the springs of the mattress creaked beneath you as Steve went hard. This was a feeling you never thought you’d experience with a guy like Steve. He was so smart, funny, considerate, but also handsome and sexy as hell. This has to be a dream. This has to be.

“Not a dream, baby. I’m all real.”

Your eyes widened, “Did I say that out loud?”

He chuckled, “Yeah. But it’s okay. You’re adorable.”

“You’re adorable-r.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah,” you said with a giggle and he groaned.

“That giggle drives me crazy. God, the times in class I’d hear it. Just made me wanna take you right there in front of everyone.”

You playfully scrunched your nose up in distaste, “Don’t think Fury would’ve appreciated it.”

“Yeah, probably not.” his hand snaked around to your clit, thumb brushing against it, rubbing it down, pinching it, “Wanna cum, Y/N? I wanna feel you cum.”

His pace quickened in tandem with the pace of his fingers. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air in his room as Steve fucked you hard.

“Oh God, Steve!” you cried out, feeling pleasure you’ve never felt before. You could feel the tightening in your lower stomach. A coil ready to be released.

“Come on, Y/N. Cum for me. Cum on my cock, beautiful. Lemme feel ya.”

You gripped at the sheets on his bed, your hold on them so tight that you felt like you’d rip a hole through them, “Fuck! I’m-Steve-I’m gonna cum!” You cried out his name, as your walls clenched down on him. That familiar wave of pleasure washing over you and taking over your body.

“Shit! God, Y/N! That’s it! Keep going! Good girl!” he cried out through gritted teeth. He was coming to his climax. Just a little more to go. He went as hard as he could now, helping you ride through your orgasm while chasing after his own. He wanted this. Needed this.

“Hnnng, fuck! Y/N!” he gave two more thrusts and he stilled as his seed spilled into the condom, “Oh God!” he cried out, feeling the pleasure run through his body. He let himself have a few more thrusts before practically collapsing on top of you.

His entire weight on you caused you to giggle, “Stevie, c’mon. Get off. I can barely breathe!”

He groaned as he pulled out of you and rolled to the other side of you. He then took off the condom, tying it, and tossing it into the trash can next to his bed.

You continued to lay there, limp and staring at the ceiling, “So...what now?”

“Well, two options. One, we cuddle and nap then when we wake up, we go for more rounds. Or two, we cuddle and nap and then when we wake up, I take you out on a date like I planned on doing months ago.”

You gigged as you rolled onto your side, facing him, “Number one sounds tempting, but I think I’m gonna have to go with number two.”

Steve pulled you closer to him, arm wrapping around you, “Number two it is.”

_______________________________

Two hours later, you and Steve emerge from his room dressed to go out. As you walked down the stairs, Bucky, Sam, and a bunch of other guys in the frat were cheering and giving you two a round of applause.

You hid your face into Steve’s chest, completely embarrassed at the fact that the entire house most likely heard you and Steve.

Steve put a protective arm around you as he pushed his brothers away, “Hey! Knock it off, will ya?!”

Bucky appeared, clapping his hand onto his best friend’s shoulder, a proud smile on his face, “Congrats, Steve. You didn’t manage to fuck it up even more.”

Steve rolled his eyes, “Thanks, Buck.”

“So you really humped her this time instead of going dry right?” Sam asked with a mischievous smirk.

“I DIDN’T,” Steve pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, “You know what? Fuck all you guys! I’m gonna go take my girlfriend out on a date!” he continued to push past his friends and walk out the door.

“So...I’m your girlfriend now?”

Steve scoffed, “After all we just did? Fuck yeah you’re my girlfriend! Now c’mon, girlfriend. I’m taking you out on the town!” he moved his arm to slip his hand in yours, smiling at you.

You smiled back, squeezing his hand, “Lead the way, boyfriend.”

Funny how a few games of beer pong led to this.

#Steve Rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #marvel #au #college au #smut

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floatingpetals · 6 years ago

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Peace and Quiet?

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Angst-ish, language, the reader makes a poor decision, fluff as well

Word Count: 5900+

Request: “I seriously love your longer one shots! Could you please do a Cap (or Bucky) + reader, where the reader is kinda loud/outgoing because of not wanting to be forgotten or something? And the reader figures they make him uncomfortable and shuts everyone out, leading to him confessing he likes the reader? Fluff please?” @homeybadger

A/N: Wow so uhh, this has been a request that’s been sitting in my inbox for sooooo looonnng. No seriously, like super long. I feel so bad that it’s taken me just now to get to it. I wanted to do something nice with it, but I just couldn’t get it right, then I forgot it was there and then I remember and scrapped the whole thing. I hope you enjoy this story and I hope the length makes up for it! I did not mean to take so long on this! I hope you all enjoy!!

**I’m also debating on doing a second part, but it all depends on the feedback I get. So please let me know what you think! ❤

Gifs not mine, credit to the creator!

“Oh, bad luck. You landed on Boardwalk,” Sam smirked, a giggle beginning to bubble in his chest as the rage that was settling on Y/N’s face across the table. She glared at the double dice, a freaking snake eye, that had been against her the entire game. “And if my math is correct, with my three houses you owe me $1400. And from the looks of your very sad pile, you’ll have to sell everything on top of declaring bankruptcy.”

“I hate this game!” Y/N screamed, throwing down the $300 hundred she had left.

“Hey, don’t hate the game!” Natasha shot back, grinning behind her beer bottle. Y/N shot her glare.

“Oh, shut up! You and Clint have been cheating the entire time and you know it!” she growled. Clint gasped but was cut off by a sharp jab in the ribs by Bucky. He grumbled and pulled out the chance cards he had stashed away, and nudge Natasha to pull out the money she had hidden away. “See! This game sucks!”

“Now, now. No need to go all green on us.” Tony grinned. Bruce made a noise before letting out a puff of air. Irritated with both the game and how smug everyone was acting, Y/N exploded with a primal battle cry.

“Fuck this game! You people are all cheaters!”

Everyone had enough time to grab their drinks off before Y/N flipped the table, the pieces flying everywhere. Bucky and Wanda both doubled over in their seats, howling when Y/N began to scream at Tony, who jumped up and was yelling back at the same volume. Clint and Natasha were grinning like idiots as the mayhem grew. Bruce rolled his eyes when Sam jumped in, normally the tone the room shifted would set him on edge, but this wasn’t unusual. The only person that wasn’t reacting, save for Vision who had no idea why tensions were so high over a silly game, was Steve.

He had decided to sit this game night out. After the Mario Party debacle, he wasn’t ready to jump back in the ring. Thor spun a wheel and tossed a dart to cut someone’s stars in half. He landed on Y/N’s. While she was once in the lead, that cut her stars in half and she was suddenly in last place. That was fine. It was when she was hit by Bowser, who Tony was playing as when they managed to let him loose of his little prison that she flipped her lid. The team got a kick out of her raging at the games, and all banded together to see how quickly she could snap. Steve, however, didn’t see the charm in it.

To put it lightly, Y/N was a lot to handle. She was everywhere all at once to begin with, her voice carrying through walls. There wasn’t a single mean bone in her body, aside from her intense competitive streak. She seemed to win over anybody. Steve still wasn’t sure. He’d admit, she was sweet and everyone else seemed to love her. Steve thought she was cute too, sometimes she would fall asleep on the couch and he’d find himself taking advantage of her stillness to stare. But she never stopped to breathe once it seemed. He couldn’t recall a time where she wasn’t talking loudly about something or practically bouncing off the walls from excitement. She was a lot more than he was used to. Y/N made his head spin. It wasn’t terrible, but it was a bit exhausting after a while around her. It also didn’t help that sometimes her power manifested with her growing emotions. Which is what was happening right now.

“You’re the one who wanted us to play this stupid game!” Tony accused, rolling his eyes.

“Did not! I specifically said that I thought it was a stupid idea because I always end up flipping a table! You’re the one who then said we had to play it since learning that bit of information.” She countered pointing a finger at him. Tony stopped, a sly grin spreading across his face.

“Oh yeah.”

“Ugh!” She grumbled. “You people are so frustrating! Why do you do this to me?!”

“Because it’s fun.” Tony grinned, his eyes flashing with glee. That was the wrong thing to say. Now Y/N really was angry. She grits her teeth and balled her fists at her side. If this was a cartoon, she’d have steam coming out of her ears she was so angry. Unbeknownst to her, her powers started to manifest with her mounting fury, afflicting the others in the room.

Y/N’s power was special and even a bit strange considering how specific it was. Since she could remember, Y/N always had the gift to control the aura around her to suppressed others authority and leadership skills. It was a power that had come handy in her life, but also hindered her more than it helped. She had a rather strong grip on it at all times, but sometimes that control slipped. Tony’s face paled, and everyone else around her started to shift uncomfortably.

“Uh-Y/N.” Wanda reached out, her fingers gently brushing against the back of Y/N’s arm. Wanda flinched, the contact enough to send her the full force of Y/N’s strange power, but she fought to stay strong. Y/N blinked, quickly realizing the shift in the room was because of her. Her shoulder’s dropped and the suffocating aura surrounding her disappeared. The room sighed collectively in relief.

“See. This is why you shouldn’t poke the bear.” Y/N huffed, crossing her arms against her chest. Tony chuckled and shook his head.

“It’s nice to know you’re aware.” Sam let out a laugh as well, grinning widely at her. She grumbled under her breath and turned to sit back in her seat. As she did, she scanned the room and noticed a spot empty. Standing straighter she glanced around the room.

“Hey, where did Steve go?”

The group collectively turned around, just now noticing the empty seat their Captain once took up as well. Bucky frowned and shot a look to Natasha, who seemed on the same page. Slowly, he turned to back to Y/N.

“Uh... Maybe he decided to turn in early.” He tried. The team seemed to take it, albeit skeptically. He had been doing this a lot lately, getting up at disappearing without a word. No one wanted to say it aloud, but they all noticed it happened around the time Y/N came to the team four months ago.

Y/N stilled, her eyes hardening for a split second before they seemed to glaze over. Shaking her head, she heaved a sigh.

“I’m gonna turn in early too. Sorry, this little outburst just took a lot out of me.” She said, stepping over the discarded pieces and was out of the room before anyone could argue. The room had shifted into a subdued atmosphere, everyone thinking the same thing.

“Someone needs to talk to him.” Wanda murmured. Bucky nodded, letting out a sigh.

“I’ll talk to him.” He said. The rest all murmured in agreement, slowly trickling out the room since game night clearly was done for the evening. They could only hope tomorrow would end on a better note.

~~~~~~~

Y/N sat on her bed, clinging to her favorite stuffed animal wondering just where she went wrong. Since she joined the team a few short months ago, she had been trying her best to get close to the rest of her teammates. Naturally, she was a bubbly person. But her gift made it harder for her to get close to anyone. Her parents thought it was odd, the power came from nowhere when she hit the age of three. It took them time to figure out that it wasn’t because she was incredibly intimidating and that she was unintentionally suppressing their confidence level.

They spent years taking her to doctors and specialists that might be able to help her control her powers. It wasn’t without consequences. Because she struggled for so long to control her powers, she spent a lot of her life unintentionally hurting those around her.

Her classmates didn’t know what exactly, but they knew something was wrong with her. She spent the majority of her school years alone in the corner, shunned from taking part of anything in her classes. If anyone tried to give her the benefit of the doubt, something always went wrong. They were terrified of her. The fear turned to indifference and eventually, they paid her no mind. No one wanted her in their lives. But for Y/N, she wanted nothing more than to be accepted and included.

Which might explain why she was the way she was today. It took years to master her control, but she did it. And now that she was an Avenger, she was surrounded by people who were like her. Special and unique. Nowhere else could she be herself as she could here. This was her last chance of being free and she never wanted to be forgotten.

It didn’t take her long to win over the others. They were more than aware of what she could do. Not a one batted an eyelash, no one shrank away in fear they’d be subjected to the smothering fear she could plague them with. If anything, it fascinated them. She was the one who they’d send in to interrogate. Whether on location or in a holding cell, it didn’t matter. Her power was a gift to get the tightest of lips to talk. For the first time in her life, Y/N felt as though she had finally found her calling.

Y/N was proud of how far she had come. It was years of uphill battles and year left in the shadows. But now, she had it all, friends, her family and a job she loved. All except the acceptance of Steve. He was polite, but he always had an air of discomfort around her. Not with anyone else, just her. Y/N hated to admit it, but it hurt.

Since the day she met him, Y/N fell hard. Who couldn’t though? He was charming, cared for his friends and protective of his family. But for some reason, he just didn’t seem like he enjoyed being around her. Perhaps, she thought, it was something she said to him. She couldn’t recall anything that might set his teeth on edge, but she was at a loss.

Letting out a heavy sigh, Y/N set her stuffed animal down on the bed and swung her legs over the side. She knew she shouldn’t dwell too much on it. He could very well be in a bad mood, and it could confidently only be when she’s in the same room. She snorted. Yeah, that was it.

No, she thought, there was something more about it. Thinking back all the times she noticed he’d got running, realization hit her like a freight train. Every time he ran, it was because of something she did. It was her. A broken sob crept it’s way up her throat. She was the reason, that was the only thing it could be. Steve Rogers, the man who unknowingly held her heart in his hands, was uncomfortable with her. She clenched the sheets of the bed and held back her tears.

Y/N had to change. Her behavior had always been a problem, she knew that. She was so terrified of being left alone and forgotten again, she let her eagerness go too far. Falling back on the bed, she stared at the ceiling and came to a life-altering decision.

~~~~~

“Hey! There you are!” Natasha grinned motioning Y/N over to her mat. “I was wondering if you’d ever show up or if I’d have to go up to pull you out of bed.”

Y/N didn’t respond with her usual quip, just sent her a tight-lipped smile and a soft apology. Natasha blinked her lack of typical response slightly off-putting. Where was her boisterous hello and never-ending pouts of energy? It was one of the fun things about working out with Y/N first thing in the morning. This wasn’t usual of her at all.

“Okay.” Natasha drawled, looking over Y/N to try and decipher her new attitude. “Well, let’s get started on stretching you at, then we’ll get on the mat to spar.”

Y/N wordlessly nodded, moving over to where the yoga mats were laid out waiting for her. Natasha took up the spot next to her, keeping her eyes especially close on Y/N. Aside from her uncharacteristically quiet demeanor, it didn’t seem like there was a hair out of place on her. Although, her movement seemed a bit on the robotic side. Y/N was just going through the motions, getting done with her stretches before wordlessly making her way over to the mats without a glance to Natasha.

Natasha sat up and watched Y/N leave without a word, flabbergasted. Things seemed fine last night, aside from Steve’s abrupt disappearance. As far as Natasha knew, Y/N had gone straight to her room to sleep. And everyone was either here in the gym or Tony and Bruce in the lap. So, what happened to Y/N?

“Hey, you okay?” Natasha asked, catching Y/N’s elbow.

“What do you mean?” Y/N tilted her head to the side, brows furrowed.

“I don’t know,” Natasha said slowly, her gaze narrowing the longer she stared at Y/N. “You just seem… off today.”

“Oh.” She uttered simply. “Yeah. I’m good.”

Pulling her arm away from Natasha, Y/N wandered over to where Sam was now standing with Bucky. Their smile grew at the sight of her, both unaware of Y/N’s new behavior.

“Good morning sunshine!” Sam beamed at her, wrapping her up in a hug. Y/N let out a faint giggle as she hugged him back. Bucky grinned and tilted his head in greeting.

“Morning doll. You sleep okay last night? I didn’t hear your snores through the paper-thin walls last night.” He teased, nudging her with his shoulder. Y/N huffed but surprisingly bit her tongue.

“Morning Bucky. Yeah, I slept fine.” Y/N shrugged, her face showing little to no emotions. “We ready to get started.”

Both men were stunned, completely thrown off by her sudden change. They shot Natasha a startled look, who could only shrug. She hadn’t the faintest idea either what happened. Y/N wasn’t supplying them with anything either, so all they could do was continue as if nothing was wrong. It didn’t mean they weren’t going to question her later of course.

Getting done with their training was odd, uncomfortable even. Y/N didn’t speak unless spoken to, and even then they were short simple answers. There was none of her usual spunkiness that fought back with each quip Sam sent her way. He even tried to rile her up, he almost pulled out all the stops in a hope to gain a reaction from her. But she didn’t move an inch. Bucky tried to get her to react when he threw a punch harder than necessary her way. They thought they had her, there was a spark of fury in her eyes after she picked herself up, but she quickly wiped the expression on her face.

In the end, Y/N went through the motions, doing what needed to be done without her usual flare. At one point, Wanda had even commented on how unusually quiet she had been. When Y/N left to head to the locker room, she cornered Bucky and Sam.

“What did you two do?” she hissed, jabbing a finger in Sam’s chest. He made a noise in the back of his throat offended at the accusation.

“What the hell makes you think we did anything?” Bucky crossed his arms across his chest. Wanda turned her narrow gaze to Bucky.

“Well. Something happened to her. And I know Natasha wouldn’t do anything to hurt her.”

“Oh and we would?” Sam snapped, shaking his head. “We didn’t do anything to her Wanda, she was like this when she came in.”

“He’s right.” Natasha interrupted, siding with the two men. “She’s been like this all morning. I have no clue why.”

The door the locker room opened, Y/N walking freshly out of the shower and a new change of clothes. She stopped short when she saw all four eyes locked on her across the room. Awkwardly, she waved to them before heading to the exit. Right as she reached it, Steve swung open the door, towel in hand. His steps faltered and a tight-lipped smile passed on her face.

The group couldn’t see her face from where they stood. All they could see was her nod her head once before stepping around Steve with a wide berth to head out the exit. Steve was left stunned. It wasn’t normal to not have his ear talked off when it came to Y/N. Blinking rapidly, he wandered over to Bucky, brows furrowed in confusion.

“What she say?” Wanda asked. Steve’s mouth fell open to answer but couldn’t find the right words.

“Uh… Nothing.” He shrugged.

“And you don’t find that strange?” Wanda asked the group, pinning each of them with her stare. Bucky bristled at the insinuation, his hands balling into fists.

“We never said it wasn’t. We just have no idea what’s wrong with her.” He snapped, stepping up with his back straighter and shoulders set. Wanda glared right back, red seeping into her eyes. Natasha wiggled her way between them, grumbling under her breath.

“Alright. Alright, enough.” She held her hands out to both, pushing them back. “Wanda, we have no clue what happened. Y/N walked in like this. It’s probably nothing and she’s just having an off day. Why don’t we just let whatever happened run its course and see how she is through the rest of the day. No point on biting each other’s heads off when we all did nothing wrong.”

The group grumbled their agreement, still not at ease with how the morning had turned. Steve was just as concerned as the rest. It was odd that she didn’t greet him with her megawatt smile when he walked in the gym, and it was odd how her face seemed to tighten at the sight of him. All he got this morning was a tight-lipped smiled before she ran out the door. What was even odder was the fact that she seemed to give him as much space as possible. As if she didn’t want to get too close.

Steve turned to the door, his brows creased and mouth in a tight line. Something was going on with Y/N, but who was he to worry about her?

~~~~~~~~

Things hadn’t gotten much better with Y/N over the next few days. She had stopped taking part in the loud discussions that always managed to start up in the kitchen or the living room. Her words were short and few in between, but she didn’t seem upset. Just much more subdued than usual. When someone would speak to her, so would she. But it was never the same volume as before.

Sam and Clint both made it their mission to get her to snap. They did everything from switching her sugar to salt in her coffee to going into her room and putting baby powder in her hair dryer. Nothing worked. She would just sigh and turn her back to them, shoulders tense. They thought she’d give up and go back to her old ways, but nothing worked. Not even Natasha could get her to admit what was wrong.

Steve, however, was taking her attitude change harder than the rest. Don’t ask him why he didn’t even know. He thought he’d prefer her at a lower decibel, he assumed she would be more manageable and easier to get along with. But this, this wasn’t what he thought it would be like. To him, it almost seemed creepy. This wasn’t the Y/N he had come to know. The wasn’t the same woman in the slightest. It was as if someone else swapped personalities with her.

Y/N hadn’t shown any improvement in her attitude in the field either. Actually, she seemed to be less productive now. One of the ways she managed to get people to confess was using her power and then releasing it. There she’d act like a good cop, bargaining with them for information and if they didn’t give her what she wanted, she’d switch her powers back on again. Now, she just threw herself into it. There was no build up, no false sense of security.

Just last week they needed information about the next hit Hydra ordered. They apprehended one of the agents and sent in Y/N to get out the information when he wouldn’t fess up. The team assumed the old Y/N would come out now that she was in the field. Instead, she walked in and used the full force of her powers on the man. She was already so powerful, but she had a strong grip on her control. When her power flared to life, even with the thick walls it suffocated everyone.

The agent instantly started sobbing, blubbering like a small child before it grew to mindless screaming for mercy. As it turns out, her power can actually break the human spirit and shatter their sanity into a thousand pieces. It only affected the man in front of her, but it still rattled the rest of the group. Steve was furious.

“What the hell was that?!” He snarled, dragging Y/N into a conference room. She blinked, her face unmoving despite the rage rolling off him in waves. Tony, Fury, and Maria both sat around the meeting table, their mouths pulled into thin lines. She tore her gaze away, refusing to look at anyone in particular as Steve raged on. “You ruined any chances of getting information out of him!”

“Actually Cap, she ruined any chance of him being a normal human being again,” Tony interjected, pulling up a hologram of the doctor's report. The mental status report had been sent in a few moments before Steve dragged her in. The poor man couldn’t remember his name let alone the information they needed.

Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose between her fingers and let out a heavy breath. When she opened them, their faces hadn’t changed a bit. Settling on a point at the table, the brief glimpse she caught of their expressions was burned in her mind. Steve was livid, Tony seemed borderline irritated with a hint of amusement, while Fury and Maria both had a hard expression that told her she was in for it for the next few weeks.

“Look. I’m sorry. I let a few personal matters get to me and clearly, I didn’t handle it well.” She said calmly. Steve flinched at how lifeless she sounded when she mentioned her personal matter and shot Tony a concerned look. Tony tilted his head in acknowledgment, he too aware of the pain she seemed to be suppressing. “I can’t promise it won’t happen again by accident, but I’ll make sure to put more training in to ensure it doesn’t.”

Fury shifted in his seat, folding his hands on his crossed knee. His single eye narrowed as he looked her over and gave her a curt nod.

“See that it doesn’t agent. Dismissed.” He said curtly. Y/N’s eyes fluttered shut for a spilt-second before she jerked her chin and spun at heel to leave the room. After the door shut behind her, Fury grunted.

“What did you people do to her?” He accused, leveling Steve and Tony with a stare. Both men frowned and glanced at the other.

“We didn’t do anything.” Tony snapped, narrowing his eyes. Steve set his hand on the back of a chair and sighed.

“She’s been like this for almost a week now. This is the first time she’s actually admitted something wrong.” Steve replied, his brows furrowing at the tightness in his chest at the idea. It wasn’t like Y/N to keep everything bottle up inside her like this.

“Well, whatever’s wrong with her, fix it,” Fury ordered. “She needs to be in complete control and that can’t happen when her minds on other things.”

Pushing back the chair he stood, Maria right behind him. Not waiting for a reply, he grabbed the folder off the desk and briskly left the room with Maria following. Steve flinched when the door snapped shut behind them. Tony scoffed.

“You can get rid of that sad puppy dog look, Captain.”

Steve frowned, his head snapping up to Tony.

“What’s with the tone, Tony?” He asked. Tony rolled his eyes and leaned back in his seat.

“We all know you don’t like Y/N, you put up a good front though.” He waved a hand absently. “But when you dart out of a room anytime she comes in, or you won’t sit to talk with her when she comes to find you, it gets pretty noticeable.”

Steve stood taller, his mouth drawing into a tight line. He opened his mouth to argue, but it dawned on him. He hadn’t been the most welcoming person to Y/N in the few months she’s been here. Was that really how everyone perceives him? Tony smirked and shook his head.

“To put it simply; you’ve been an ass to our Y/N, and I wouldn’t be surprised if it was something you did.” Groaning softly under his breath, Tony stood and grabbed his tablet. Steve’s face fell, the notion her change might have been because of him made his stomach turn. Tony clapped a hand on his shoulder, his mouth pulled into a tight line. “Like Fury said, we’re going to fix this. But don’t worry. We won’t waste your precious time.”

At that, Tony left Steve alone in the conference room, the sting of his words lingering behind. Steve’s shoulder slumped. Maybe this had been his fault. But when? How? He really didn’t think it would have been that big of a deal to leave early after the game. Maybe he thought wrong and she did take it wrong. That wouldn’t mean this complete 180 though, would it? It wasn’t the first time he escaped a game night gone wrong, and she didn’t seem upset them. Perhaps it was something else. That had to be it. He really hadn’t done anything wrong, at least he didn’t think he did.

“Hey FRIDAY,” Steve called. Immediately, the AI system responded.

“Yes, Captain?”

“Go back to the last game night, the one with monopoly, did anything happen to Y/N between the time I left, and she went to bed?” He asked. Silence met him as the computer searched the data.

“No, it doesn’t seem like anything happened. She never left her room once she entered either.” FRIDAY replied. Steve frowned, even more, confused than before. So if there wasn’t anything that happened to her then what was with change?

Clenching his jaw, Steve knew he needed to get to the bottom of this. Not just as a Captain to his team, but as a way to make up for being such a shitty housemate. And maybe even as a way to start an actual friendship with him. Now that he’s seen this side of her, he realized how judgment and close-minded he was. He needed to find her and talk with her.

~~~~

Y/N had just stripped out of her suit and into her PJs when there was a hesitant knock on the door. She frowned. She wasn’t expecting anyone tonight, especially not after she just got her ass handed to her. Reluctantly she went to open the door and was surprised at the person on the other side.

Steve stood there awkwardly, his hands in his pockets. She blinked and took a step back.

“Uh… hi?” she greeted cautiously. Steve smiled hesitantly and shifted from foot to foot.

“Hey. Can we talk?”

“W-Why?” She clutched on the handle and shifted behind the door in an attempt to hide behind it. Steve noticed and his smile fell. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

“I know I’m the last person you want to talk to. I’ve not been the most welcoming and I want to apologize. Can I please come in?” He asked earnestly. Y/N was caught off guard at his sincerity. Nodding numbly, she pulled the door open and let him in her room.

Steve glanced around the room, noticing the number of pictures she had hanging up on her wall, pretty fairy lights cascading down the walls illuminating each photo. Her comforter was a light lilac with stuffed animals on the bed. He eyed the little knickknacks matched the rest of her décor on her desks and shelves adding to the warmth and homey feel her room had. Realization hit him that he really hadn’t taken the time to get the real her.

“Go ahead and have a seat.” Y/N waved to the bed before sitting on the other end. Steve sank into the plush mattress, taking a moment to look over Y/N. She refused to make eye contact, to busy wringing her fingers together to notice him staring. Once again, he was struck by how beautiful she was, and how poorly he handled everything.

“Look Y/N, I don’t know what happened the past few days and why you’re acting different, but somethings changed. We all can see it.” He said. Y/N opened her mouth to argue but thought better of it. Steve continued on. “I don’t know what happened, but it hurts all of us to see you like this. It’s like you’ve lost a huge part of yourself and we’re seeing this empty shell. I mean, Sam and Clint both are losing their minds because what ordinarily would work on getting you riled up is doing nothing. And Bucky’s beside himself, Natasha and Wanda are worried sick, and Tony is pissed because-.” Steve stopped short, his face twisting into a pained expression. “He thinks I’m the reason.”

Y/N tensed, her breath catching in her throat. It was minuscule, but Steve caught it. He sat taller and his stomach sank.

“It is because of me.” He whispered sadly. He tore his eyes away from her to stare blankly at his hands. Y/N closed her eyes but didn’t deny it. “I’m sorry. I know I’ve not been accepting. I didn’t mean to hurt you though.”

Y/N nodded slowly, biting her lower lip as he kept talking.

“Truth is, you intimidate the hell out of me. I’ve never met someone who was so sure of themselves and so incredibly proud about it. You held nothing back and you’re so willing to put your heart on your sleeve, I kind of envy you a little. People loved you right of the bat and your just so sweet inside and out. I mean, you didn’t let anyone tell you to chill out before. Which leaves me to ask, why now? Why did I affect you so much that you changed everything about you?”

That caused Y/N’s face to heat up. No way was she going to admit it aloud! It was already embarrassing enough Steve knew he was a reason why she changed, but for him to know what the full reason was mortified her.

“Y/N.” He gently took her hand in his, the corners of his lips turned up. “You don’t have to tell me. I just want you to know that no matter what you think, I don’t hate you. I never did. Matter of fact, I really like you. More than I thought. It didn’t hit me how much I’d come to admire and appreciate your take on life until now. I miss hearing you bicker with Tony about the best brew coffee first thing in the morning or when you and Bucky gang up on Sam. I know Natasha and Wanda miss having their best friend. And game nights will never be the same without you threatening and then following through with flipping a table.”

Y/N giggled and ducked her chin. His grin grew, finally seeing a glimmer of her former self.

“I’m not asking you to forgive me for how I’ve behaved. I can only ask you’ll give me a chance to make up for being such a shitty person.” He grinned.

“Language, Captain.” Y/N teased.

“Is that ever going to die?” Steve groaned and rolled his eyes. “Wait you weren’t even there!”

“I know but hate to break it to you, it’s here for the long haul.” Y/N giggled and shook her head. Steve’s laughter joined hers, his smile stretching from ear to ear. He titled his head to the side after a beat before letting out a sigh.

“So, are you going to be okay?” He asked hopefully. Y/N let out a deep breath, for the first time all week feeling lighter. She was so drained from keeping her emotions in check, it took every ounce of her strength not to react to the attempts at making her snap. She knew it was ridiculous trying to change, but she really thought it was for the better. Turns out, it not only damaged her but everyone she loved.

“Yeah. I think I’ll be okay.” She spoke confidently. Steve patted her thigh and quickly stood.

“Good, because Tony discovered some new game called The Jackbox Party Pack or something along those lines.” He extended a hand and waited for her to take it.

“Wait, right now?” She asked surprised. He nodded and took her hand.

“Yup. Come on. Team bonding time.”

Y/N laughed, letting him pull her up and drag her out of the room. He looked at her over his shoulder, his breath catching in her throat at the way her face lit up from her grin. Turning back quickly, he hoped she didn’t notice the way his ears turned pink. He was an idiot for not taking the time to get to know her. He wasn’t going to ruin his chance with her a second time. Maybe it wasn’t going to easy, but for Y/N he knew it would be worth it.

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hell-bound-stories · 4 years ago

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Curraway woods- The book

“Bye friends!” Max tossed the last frog threw the portal. The portal quickly closed as the last frog went through. All the frogs were gone, much to Diana’s relief. Max bent down, picking up the same teal frog from before, “and hello new friend!” she said. A moment later the frog jumped out of her hands and into her large hair, disappearing.

“Cool!” “So” Diana started, walking over to Max in the yard, “what are you going to do now?”

Max stood back up, “what do you mean?”

“Well there’s no more frogs here, so there’s no reason for you to stay” Diana said, trying to seem cool and calm.

“Oh” Max’s happiness faded slightly, “right”

“Unless you decided you wanted to stay anyway” Diana quickly tacked on.

“Hmm no, i'm good” Max began walking away into the woods, “Bye lady!”

“Oh” that hurt more than she expected it to.

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Diana walked inside, kicking off her boots while placing her cloak and hat on the nearby coat rack. She sighed, feeling a little defeated inside.

“So did you get rid of those little buggers?”

“Yep” she sighed, “did you get rid of that awful coffee stain?”

“Aww those little guys actually kinda made me less angry at the world”

“Really?” Diana said, semi surprised as she made her way toward the table, towards the voice.

“Nope!!!” The book laughed.

“Ugh” she rolled her eyes, “why did I even come over here”.

“Because you’re lonely” If the book had a mouth it would have a stupid cocky grin on it, “The demon girl left didn’t she?”

Diana was taken back, “How do you know that?” she said as she began to fill a pot with water, and placed it on the stove. She leaned against the counter, looking back at the book.

It was a large leather back brown book resting on a lectern. There were 5 eyes on the cover, one in each corner and a large eye in the middle. It had metal fixing around the sides. It had no title, just a name written along the spine. Jamack.

“Well before I could sense a demon around here, and now I can’t, put two and two together annnd?”

“Yeah” Diana admitted, “she left”

“Well I was going to say four but cripplingly loneliness works too!” He cackled, pages simi flapping around before settling again.

“Hey, I'm not lonely!” she protested.

“Diana you’re talking to me” Jamack said coldly. He was taken back by the lack of snarky response from Diana. Instead Diana was just watching the teapot slowly boil, tiredness and sorrow washed over her eyes. Jamack sighed.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

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Max ran around, chasing butterflies and other insects. She crouched down behind a large rock, getting ready to jump on the butterfly landed on top. Before she could do so a frog jumped out of her hair, eating the butterfly and landing on top of the rock.

“HEY! Oh you!” Max said joyfully, picking the slimy animal up, “hmm you need a name HEY!” without waiting another second the frog hopped out of her hands, and began making its way back through the trees, “where are you going?” She asked following it.

It didn't take Max long to realize where the frog was headed. “Oooo no no” she quickly picked the frog up, “we don’t need to go back there” she placed the frog in her large pocket on the front of her overalls, while beginning to walk away. A moment later the frog hopped back out, again heading back towards Diana's cabin.

“Hey no!” She picked it back up, “why do you want to go back?” She placed it back in her pocket,“It's just a boring witch and a boring house” She stated making their way away from the cabin. “Croak”

“Yeah so, adults still suck”

“Ribbit”

“I can have fun on my own!!”

“Ribbit”

“I do not like her!!” Max stomped the ground, determined to win this one sided argument, fighting every feeling inside her.

Max walked up to a large tree in what felt like the middle of the forest, “here I’ll show you all the places we can go without her!” She said as she began climbing up the large tree. As she made her way up her mind wandered back to the witch. She didn’t like her. Not at all. Even if she was the first person who didn’t automatically hate her for just being around. Just because she’s nice doesn’t make her ok. Even if she trusted her alone and didn’t yell at her. That was something no one had ever given Max. Trust. And even if being with Diana felt right. That didn’t matter. Not at all.

Max made her way to the top of the tall pine in minutes. At the top of the tree she found a black card lodged between the small branches. It was the size of a normal note card, completely black on both sides. She picked it up, “huh”.

Max looked around the lush forest, taking note of the setting sun. In the far far distance she could see a sizable town. Other than that it was just pure forest in every other direction. It felt like it went on forever. “See look, we have so much to explore” Max said, though she didn’t seem very happy about it. She looked back down at the black card in her hand.

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“Ok Ok slow down I didn’t sign up to be a therapist!”

“Well I didn’t sign up to be outcast with the worlds loudest spell book but not everyone gets what they want Jamack!” Diana shouted.

“Well it’s not like being around you is a piece of paper either Diana!”

“That's not even how the saying goes!!!”

They both stopped bickering, hearing a scratching at the front door.

“Oh, I’d get that but I don't have legs”

“Be grateful you don’t or I’d break your knee caps” Diana snapped while getting the door. She opened the door to see a small white creature waiting patiently. In its mouth was an envelope. It dropped the letter, and took off into the bushes without giving Diana a chance to say anything. She picked up the letter and sure enough it was addressed to her, ‘Witch Diana Ruby’, “huh” Diana said closing the door and walking back to the table.

“Oh is it for me? I ordered an automatic knife launcher” Jamack said as Diana set the letter on the table, fully walking in front of Jamack.

“What do you have on small white creatures?” Diana asked.

“Ugh” Jamack opened up, flipping through pages, “You’re gonna have to be more specific than that”

“All white, including small horns and tail, all fours, no bigger than a fox, black eyes” She described.

“Ah” Jamack landed on a page with an image of the creature, “A Demar, common demon pet, their spit is very useful for fire protection charms and potions, native to Hell”

Diana looked over the page, “A demon pet?” she asked again puzzled.

“Yeah, just said that-” He was cut off from a knock at the door, “ok that better by my knife launcher, I ordered two day shipping”

“Ugh shut up” Diana said, getting the door again, opening it.

“Oh”

“Hi” Max said.

“What are-”

“I want to stay here” Max said quickly, cutting Diana off, “I want to stay here, with you” She was uncharacteristically shy and quiet.

“Oh” Diana smiled, “Well if you really want to stay I do have a small spare room up-” She was cut off again by Max.

“Really?!” She bounced, her usual smile and enthusiasm returned.

“Of course” Diana was beyond happy to have Max return.

“Thank you!” Max ran up, hugging Diana the best she could with her short stature, catching the witch completely off guard, “thank you” she said quieter.

Diana wrapped her arms around Max the best she could, “You’re welcome”.

They stayed like that for a minute, enjoying each other's simple embrace before a brash voice rudely interrupted, “sooooooo im going to take it that it’s not my knife launcher”.

“No, sorry” Diana said, laughing a bit.

Max backed up, breaking the warm embrace, “ooo who’s that?!”

“Oh don't tell me that demon girl came back” Jamack said in a dreaded voice.

They walked fully inside, Diana closing the door as Max made her way to the source of the voice. “WHOA A TALKING BOOK!” she shouted, amazed.

“AAH A CHILD YOU DIDN’T SAY SHE WAS A CHILD” Jamack panicked.

“No I'm sure I mentioned that, you’re just an awful therapist” She laughed walking over to see Jamack jumping up and down on the lectern, freaking out in the presents of Max.

“What are you? Who are you? How can you talk?” Max went off asking Jamack a million questions. As she did so Diana walked back over to the letter she put on the table before, now feeling compelled to open it.

Inside was a simple folded piece of paper, and a loose black card. She opened the paper reading, “She’s alot, just be patient. If you need anything or run into trouble just call, Have fun - The doctor” Though the signature was almost unreadable. Taped to the paper was a simple business card with a number on it, “p.s I think this was sent to the wrong place” Diana assumed this was in reference to the black card. She set down the letter in favor of looking at the card. It was just a simple unremarkable card with no marking, black on both sides.

“Oh hey you already have one?” Max said, pulling away from Jamack noticing the card in Diana's hands, “I was gonna give this to you but you already got one” Max pulled out her own black card from her large pocket. Diana's eyes widened.

“Where did you get that?”

“Found it on top of a tree, WHOA yours is so much cooler, mine doesn’t have anything cool like a pointy hat on it!” Max grabbed the card Diana had, looking it over. Diana picked up Max’s card.

“Huh” She looked at the card which had a simple set of demon wings on it, “weird”

“God both of you are blind! They are both black” Jamack angrily chimed in. “You don't even have eyes!!” Max quickly snapped back.

“I have like 6 eyes, eyes are all I have!!!” Jamack bounced. “Wow must suck not having hands” Max said sarcastically.

“OK listen here you little-”

“OOOKKAAY Max lets go set up your room upstairs!” Diana intercepted quickly, not wanting things to escalate between the two.

“Ok!!!” Max said excitedly. They both placed the cards down on the table, then made their ways upstairs chatting along the way.

“When my knife launcher gets here she’s getting it first!!”

“I canceled your order” Diana shouted back”

“DAMN IT” Jamack screamed back.

Once the girls were upstairs the cards glowed their respective symbols, a pink witch hat, and purple demon wings, then disappeared without a trace.

“Now how am I going to launch knifes?”

#curraway woods #max and diana

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bobbellybloat · 5 years ago

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The Fitness destructor

James was a nutricionist focused on fitness nutrition, he had being focusing on fitness almost 5 years now , he was lean and muscular he had mid-long hair and his face was dreamy but he had a secret, he liked big bellied guys.

One day he welcomed a bodybuilder, with huge arms and lean muscular body bigger than his , after 4 appoitnments he came back mad, he yelled at him at thell him that his dieat was trash that he lost weight and by his fault he lost the competition. James was crazy mad that he offended his work he built resentment and he decided he was going to destroy the body of the cocky body builder his name was Ryan Berry and he was famous, Olympia winner for two straight years, was about to marry his girlfriend but he was vane and mean , James is going to change his life.

James texted Ryan that please come back that he had anothe rideas, Ryan acceded and he was there the next year, he prepared an extra caloric diet for the bodybuilder, and a protein pouder made by him with super fatteting things in it every shake is going to be a massive amount of colorie sthat he will not even going to burn with exrecise, but he had to stop ryan for exercising in some way so he will blew up his hot bod.

He payed a guy to injure him on peopruse at the gym so he wont be able to exercise at all , while he was doing his ab routine he will “by accident” drop a weight in his leg destroying his knee. Ryan was training pretty strong and he decided to put his body on the floor so he could follow his abs routine , he lay on the floor at started, the guy came to have a talk with Ryan , with a weight in his arm , having a chat he pretended to be distracted and he dropped the weight, Ryan screamed , started crying , the damge was done , Ryan went to the doctor , he told him that he could put pressure in his knee for a year . He was going have to resign to the competion , he couldnt stop criying his future and his knee. He thought that he could follow the path of becoming an instructor while his knee was recovering.

Ryan came sad to James , he couldnt stop crying, he saw the big muscular man crying while he put his hands on his eyes , his biceps pop he was big and he was going to be bigger. Ryan told him that the best way to keep his size is with eating and just some arm exercise, and with his new proetein he wouldn’t be able to worry about his weight.

Ryan was thankful, he grab the big bottle of protein and went out , James couldn’t stop imaiging the big cocky guy blowing up.

Day one, Ryan woke up as usual, and went to the kitchen he cooked a ton of food and his protein shake and he eat everything, he ended bloated , the next meal,he ate another protein shake with a proetin bar, he ended a little bloated agin , ryan tough was normal because he always eated and went to gym. the next meals where the same thing and he went one lke this for a month, At the end of this first month he erased his abs, his pecs were still defined but starten to soften up he thought it was normal it was like a bulk but he wasnt exercising.

Ryan came to the appointment , James was excited he came in with a lycra shirt tight as fuck, yoga pants and a cap, he could see the belly developing but it was nit enough he added meals to the diet month two he was going to change Ryans life.

Diet was crazy he had to eat almost every hour and alsmot 5 shakes a day he ended bloated , and the end of the day he couldnt move he was starting to get worry, until the first week finished he watch himself in the mirror and couldnt belive what he saw the belly was hanguing on his underarmor undies, the pecs were saggy arms lost definition, jawline was gone, he freak out and took a photo and send it to james. James got the text and started laughing but at the same time he felt his cock rising. James wrote “i’m freaking out plase come”

James came , and Ryan was shirtless he alsmot grab his gut but resisted.He told him, Oh man its normal you are not exercising but your calorie intake has to keep going when you start to exercise again you will get ripped again fast, James was getting horny from looking at ryan and him notice.

OMG wtf are horny? Man i’m straight, Please go.

James was ashamed but now more decided to crash the bodybuilder’s body, fiance was in a trip from business when she got back he saw ryan he was diferent. She was disgusted, OMG! WTF? you were so handsome what are you doign,? look at you ! You know what this makes me look? im a bodybuilder too i cat be married to a fattie, i’m sorry thsi is over, she grab his stuff and went out, ryan was shattered again, he had no friends, he just focused all time in the gym so he called james again, He came within seconds, Ryan was sitting on the couch binging ice cream shirtless.

OMG Ryan what happened? “Rina broke up with me” “My life it’s over!” “I can’t belive it” he sitted next to him and hug him he could filled his body all soft now, and told him the best way to erase the morires is eating so eat until you feel well, Ryan eated and eated and eated he could’nt stop he popped his pants, he finally finished, and James couldnt belive how ryan look all bloated and big but he saw something Ryan was horny.

“OMG ryan why are you horny?2 Oh no i’m just thinking about chicks”, He said

“No, this binging made you horny admit it”said James

“OMG, maybe”

“Well tell me why it makes you horny?”

well i always enjoyed food but i had rare fanatsies since i was little of me getting big but i focused on fitness and i was satisfied but i think i like thsi too” and maybe i like you too”

James was shocked he turn the cocky guy into a fat fuck and turn him gay also.

He came close and kiss him on the lips, Ryan’s cock raised again , he grab him and started to mansturbate ryan. all his bud sagged and he came hard

Ryan told him , “Feed me” im hungry

It was music to james ears, he took a package of dounts and started to feed

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pigstepmp3-moved · 6 years ago

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Headcanon for how they get together? do they start having sex and pretending it's just for fun or do they jump straight into the angst of 'it's too complicated I'm a guy you're a guy and we even work together'? And how to the others find out? I'm pretty sure it'd be a big deal with the cap because he can't have one of his team who's more worried about his boyfriend than the job they're currently on, I don't see him approving, at least initially.

as im sure we All know, theyre gonna get together at bathenas wedding. and as much as buck Wants to sleep w eddie right away, he also wants to do things right by him, and that involves taking it slow and Not sleeping w eddie from the get go. i think theres def a significant amount of angst, at least on bucks part, bc of a few different reasons: 1, buck is Convinced that eddies super straight. 2, buck Knows that eddie and shannon are trying to make things work, and he does NOT want to be a homewrecker. 3, even on the off chance that eddie Isnt straight (and, spoiler, eddies a raging bisexual, just not as open abt it as buck can be), hes also one of bucks Closest friends, and he doesnt wanna ruin that friendship bc hes so terrible w feelings. 4, eddies got a KID. that makes things significantly more complicated. and 5, they WORK together. if they end up breaking up sometime in the future, it could make things a whole lot more awkward at work. and if its a Super Painful breakup? theres gonna be animosity out the wazoo that’ll make work SUCK.

anyway. at some point, eddie and buck find themselves sitting and talking about everything and nothing all at once. eventually, eddie says that him and shannon are getting a divorce. they still love each other, of course, but they just dont love each other like they used to. they still wanna work things out, tho, so that both of them can continue to be a significant part of each others lives. buck is immediately all !!!!!, but he keeps it together, tells eddie that hes sorry that things didnt work out like he had wanted them to. at that point, eddie gives him a funny look that has buck feeling warm and fuzzy all over. eddie tells him that a HUGE part of why him and shannon are getting a divorce is that eddies in love with someone else. buck kinda. deflates. but ultimately, hes happy for eddie. he wants eddie to be happy, no matter who hes with. buck asks who it is, trying his best not to sound like a jealous brat. eddie quietly tells him, “it’s you. it’s always been you.” bucks heart is EXPLODING in his chest at that point. he asks, almost silently, “really? you love me?” with this hopeful, small smile that makes eddie break out into the most blinding grin bucks ever seen. eddie carefully takes his hand, interlocks their fingers, and instead of answering with actual words, he just leans forward and kisses buck, gentler than hes ever been kissed before. buck hardly pays attention to maddie, chimney, and hen cheering and whistling at them, bc who cares what everyone else is doing, hes kissing eddie freaking diaz!

later on, after buck and eddie have defined their relationship (aka buck walking into the station and yelling “EDDIES MY BOYFRIEND” to everyone, leading eddie to blush and hide his face bc wow, subtlety is SO not bucks strong suit), bobby sits them down to discuss the logistics or w/e. bobby tells him that this relationship can NOT affect the way they do their jobs in anyway. basically, if theyre gonna be more focused on helping each other than on doing their jobs properly, then he cant condone this relationship. buck KNEW this was gonna happen. buck KNEW bobby was gonna discourage it at some level. but eddie, being the levelheaded superhero he is, promises bobby that the only thing thats gonna change at work is how they act around each other at the station. other than that? they are PROFESSIONALS. theyll worry about each other a lil more, yeah, but theyre not gonna let that deter them from focusing on the job at hand. bobby stares at them for a long time before standing and turning to leave, but before he walks off, he tells them, “im happy for you two. im glad youre finding the happiness you both deserve in each other.” after he walks away, buck does NOT cry at all, why would he do that? his literal actual dad just said that he approves of their relationship, its nbd, hes FINE (no hes not. its so obvious how Not fine he is. eddie thinks its adorable how happy bobbys approval is making him)

#buddie in season 2 les go #otp: you could have my back any day #kendall blabbers #anonymous

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scarlette-joel-writing · 7 years ago

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Erased Pt. 4

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Requested by: Me.

Warnings: Yall already know.

A/N I think im just gonna give up with telling you how long this thing is gonna be. It will be done when I think its ready to be done LOL

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13

The mind is a complex and vast place.

Filled to the brim with all of the conscious and subconscious things that you remember or know. Every fact that you have ever learned, every word that you have ever spoken, every memory that you have ever had is stored within your head. Memories that you don’t believe you have or believe that you might have forgotten are there as well. Every single moment of a person’s life Is stored within their mind.

It is just a matter of retrieving the information that you want. It’s a matter of sifting through the data to find what you need.

Let’s see if I can put it into simpler terms. The mind is like a huge, never-ending warehouse that is filled to the brim with rows upon rows of filing cabinets. And in these filing cabinets is every action you have ever done. Every word that you have ever spoken. Every date you have been on and every test that you have ever taken. All of these memories and moments of your life are stored in your head.

And all of your conscious knowledge. All of the facts that you know and the words that you can speak. All of the memories that you can recall. Those are all located in the 10% of the brain that humans can actually use. Everything you know is located in 10%. Just imagine what things are hiding in the other 90% in your subconscious.

And there is no organization to these memories. Every person is different and that means that every person’s mind is different. In some places it is well lit and clean and stable. And in other cases there are no lights and there are spiders and cobwebs everywhere. Some might have their brain organized chronologically or by the importance of the memory. Other might have the happy memories first or vice versa.

And in my case at the moment, my mind is black. Everything is black and I cant see or hear or feel anything. But I am acutely aware that I am still in my own head. I am aware that I am thinking but there is nothing to think of.

Where my brain differs from other peoples is in the fact that I can use all 100% of my brain. Kind of like that movie that came out a while ago with the woman who looked a lot like Natasha Romanoff, but not exactly. I don’t see strings of numbers like her. But because I can use all of my brain, I know everything that has ever happened in my life. Every word I have ever read. Every answer to every test that I have ever taken. I can remember names of thousands upon thousands of people, and I can see not only my memories but the memories that I have taken from other people.

Like right now. If I was a normal person and I had passed out, I would be dreaming. Or everything would just be black and I wouldn’t even know that I was passed out, but because I am who I am, I can still sense the outside world and I can still sense that I am somewhere different from where I usually am. Usually I like the quiet and the peace, but not when I cant control it. Not when I cant turn it off and go back to reality.

When I am not in control, things start to get a little shaky.

I close my mind’s eye for a second before I allow myself to “sit down” on the floor of my dark mind and cross my legs. If I cant help the situation that I am in. If I cant fight my way out of it, then I might as well take this moment to do a bit of meditating. Try to find some good out of all of the shit that has happened.

I am sitting there for almost 2 days, TWO FREAKING DAYS, when I can feel my outside body begin to stir. See, sometimes there isn’t really a connection between my body and my brain. I have a really strong mind that I can do a lot with but I have a really weak body that really doesn’t want to follow any rules that I give it. My brain gets hurt? It bounces straight back. My body takes a beating from a genetically enhanced super soldier that was trying to kill me? Suddenly it doesn’t want to function correctly. I don’t get it.

“Fuck,” is the first thing out of my mouth as I open my eyes to the bright eyes overhead. I can feel the pain radiating throughout my body and the way that my muscles twitch every few seconds from the complete and utter beating that they took almost 46 hours ago. I don’t even attempt to move. I just stay where I am and hope that it all goes away

“Y/N” someone says and when I open my eyes again and look down, I can just see that everyone in the complex is staring at me. Looking at me like I am a lost puppy. Cap, Sam, and Vision are on one side of me, Tony and Clint in front of me and Natasha, Wanda, and Bruce on the other side of me. I am down in Med bay, laying in a bed and it makes me wanna laugh. Looks like the roles have reversed.

“Hello,” I say as I take a deep breath, immediately regretting that decision because my lungs feel like a dagger went through them.

“Thought we had lost you there for a second. You have been out almost 2 days,” Sam says to me as he hands me a cup of water. Natasha pushes a button on the side of the bed to put me in a sitting position, an action that does nothing but cause me to writhe in pain, and then I take a sip of water. It feels like a glacier running down my throat and I love it.

“Oh trust me, I know exactly how long I was out,” I take another look around the room and I see that I completely skipped over the fact that someone isn’t present at my little “youre alive” party. “Where is Barnes? Still recovering from the beating I gave him?” I laugh. But I seem to be the only one. Suddenly no one will look at me. Suddenly the floor has become the most interesting thing in the world. “Guys. Where is Bucky?”

“He hasn’t left his room since you passed out, Y/N,” Cap says and I just give him a look that tells him that I am utterly confused.

“Yes, the boy seems to think that locking himself in a room and refusing meals is going to make you better,” comes Tony’s response. “Oh, and next time you decide you want to bleed all over a carpet, can you make sure that it is not my very expensive carpet? Thank you,” Tony takes a step forward, puts his hand on my leg and then gives me a wink. “But I am glad that you are okay,” and then he is gone.

Ah Tony. Always the closeted sap.

“Someone help me up. I need to go talk to bucky,” I am pulling out IV’s and tubes, trying to move the blankets.

“You are not going anywhere Y/N,” Cap says as he comes over and puts a hand on my shoulder. “You just woke up from a two day coma. Bucky can wait a bit,”

“I wasn’t asking, Captain,” I say as I shake his arm off of me.

“And neither was I. It was an order,”

“Then I guess it is a good thing that I am not really a part of your team, now isn’t it?” And with that, I pull myself up off the bed and take a few shaky steps to the elevator. My body doesn’t want to cooperate with me but I have to tell Bucky that this isn’t his fault. I hit the button and the elevator opens and then closes behind me a few seconds later. “Floor 27,” I say as we descend.

Walking is hard. And walking with bruises and cuts all over your body after not having moved for two days is even harder. I can feel the way that my shoulders sag and I hate it. I hate feeling weak. I hate feeling like I cant do anything. Even though my brain is running at top speed right now.

I get off the elevator and into the living room of Bucky’s apartment. It is clean and nice and empty. I make my way to his bedroom door, which I know is his because every floor has the same layout, and I knock.

“Go away, Steve. I am not in the mood,” I can hear his voice come from the other side and it sends a shiver down my spine. So small. So weak. So broken. All of those feelings and emotions flood through me as I stand there on the other side of the door. I have never heard him like that before. Never heard him sound so distraught. Could that really be because of me?

I knock again.

“Go away, Steve.” He doesn’t yell and he doesn’t seem angry. He just seems sad. So much sadness.

“Well, I am not Steve,” I say and then I can hear the flying of feet and the unlocking of the door before I am brought face to face with James Buchanan Barnes himself. Staring down at me with wide eyes. “And I am not going away. I am pretty hard to get rid of,”

“Oh my god, Y/N,” he whispers and then he wraps his flesh arm around my waist and pulls me to his chest. It knocks the wind out of me a bit but I let my shock overtake the pain at the fact that I am stood here, hugging Bucky Barnes. I can feel Bucky’s head nestle into the crook of my neck and it makes my heart begin to beat faster. “Oh my god, I am so sorry. I am so so so sorry. I cant believe that I did that to you. I cant believe that you almost died because of me. I am so sorry,” he keeps repeating over and over again. I just wrap my arms around his neck and rub small circles on his back.

“It isn’t your fault, Bucky. Im not mad at you, and I didnt come up here to get mad at you. I came to make sure that you were alright. The guys tell me that you haven’t been eating,” I pull him back from the hug to see the dark dark circles under his eyes. “And apparently you haven’t been sleeping well either,” he scoffs.

“How could I sleep knowing that you might not have woken up from me beating you?!” I just grab his hand and pull him back into the bedroom. Over to the bed. And then I make him sit. I go around to the other side of the bed and sit as well because my everything hurts and I am tired. “I did this to you,”

“No. Hydra did this to me. And tomorrow we will talk about a more permanent solution to the problem of you going all super soldier on us. But for tonight, I would really like to sleep,” I pat the bed next to me, and he hesitantly lays down. He keeps his distance, not that I mind too much because I don’t think that I am fully recovered from that hug earlier, but I look over at him and smile. “Ill make the memories go away,” I whisper to him with a soft smile and he looks at me with wide eyes.

“No, Y/N-“ he begins.

“I will make them go away for tonight. Just for tonight. No nightmares. No dreams. No any of that. Just a well-deserved rest that both of us need. Okay?” I look back at him with raised eyes and he nods his head and lays back against the pillow.

“Alright,” he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath and I do the same. I let my mind open to allow his thoughts in and he can seem to sense my presence because all thoughts go quiet. Not that I mind too much. I just myself drift off to sleep where there is nothing but blackness.

And the warmth of a body less than 2 feet away from me.

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IM SOOO SORRY YALL! Im sorry, sorry, sorry, this month has been so stressed filled, with my grandma moving in, and panic attacks, and school, then I had this chapter written and it DELETED ITSELF!!! Anyways, again, I'm sorry.

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Mark and Jack were in the living room. Its been about half an hour since their little incident at lunch. Mark had put the dishes in the sink. He didn't want to wash them at the moment, having felt to lazy.

Him and Jack were watching TV, with Jack quietly munching on his cookie, which was once again positioned on his lap. Everything was quiet, peaceful..

When suddenly, Mark sat straight up from his relaxed position on the couch. " CRAP!! " He yells, as he shoots up on to his feet.

Jack jumps in shock and surprise, causing his cookie to tumble off his lap. He looks over at Mark, who's carding his hands through his hair. Before he can sprint off, Jack pipes in.

" Mar-Mark? " Mark pauses for a second, and looks over to Jack. " Whats wrong? " he asks, noticing the panic flitting across his face. " I left Chica outside, shes been out there for hours! " " Who's Chica? " " My dog! "

And with that, he sprints off.

' Dog? ' Jack thinks, a shudder running through him. He doesn't have the best experiences with dogs..

After that thought, he can hear the slight groan from the back door, then the ' clack clack clack ' from the doggos nails. " Oh, Chica, baby girl, I'm so sorry! " Mark says.

' That sure sounds like a big dog.. ' Jack thinks nervously. Jacks suspicions were soon proven correct when Mark comes into the room, fingers hooked onto the puppers collar. Chica soon notices him, and yips excidedly.

Jack freezes up when he notices her attention, and scitters back a few inches. I mean, yes she's cute, but she could hurt, or even KILL him, weather accidentally or not..

When Chica is able to drag Mark fowards a bit, Jack cringes. He grabs the hem of his shirt, and stars wringing it. He casts panicked, fearful glances Mark's way.

Luckily, Mark notices.

" No, Chica, no! Calm down, be good! " Mark says, hoping Chica will listen.

She doesn't. Apparently, she doesn't want to be a good girl.

She yips and barks, clawing and pushing against Mark's hold on her with all her strength. Mark tries to hold onto her. He goes to wrap an arm around her, to hold her still, but his grip lossens for just a second..

And that's when Chica makes her escape.

Jack cries out in terror, and scrambles back on the pillow. He ends up tumbling off the back, wedging himself in between the pillow and the back of the couch.

Chica makes it to the pillow within a second, sniffing and snuffling at the pillow. Jack burrows under the pillow. He presses his hands against his mouth, and shuts his eyes tight, begging himself to please not make any noises. He know Chica can smell him, but he's hoping that if he doesn't make any noises, she won't find him..

Yeah, Chica had other plans. She sticks her nose under the pillow, causing a scream to make its way past his lips. Flashes from when a women sicked her dog on him flashed before his eyes. The howling, the ransed breath, the feeling of teeth digging into him, only escaping because he had a tooth pick to help him climb up mounds of dirt to get to the womens garden..

Its suprising this all happened within a matter of seconds. Mark gets to Chica, and starts scolding her. " No Chica, bad girl! I said no! " Mark says, as he grabs her collar once more. She lays her ears back, and looks up at him, puppy dogs out and ready.

After a moment of holding his stern exterior, it cracks. Mark gives a small smile of fondness, and gives her a quick pat on the head. Mark looks to the pillow, and frowns. He can see small vibrations coming from the pillow, or should he say, from the small Irish borrower hiding under the pillow. He hopes this didn't mess Jack up to much.

" Jack? " No response, though Jack does notice the concern in his tone. " Jack, I'm so sorry about what happened. Chicas strong, and she got away from me. I know your scared, but I swear she wouldn't hurt you. Can you please come out? "

A quiet whimper answers him. With a plan he just came up with to follow, he sits down next to the pillow, slowly. He reaches over, and grips the edge of plush cushion. " Im going to move the pillow now, OK Jack? " No response, Mark took that as a yes.

Jack can feel when the pillow raises up off him, and presses himself into the cushions of the couch.

Chica, now sensing the fear ( which they can. Dogs can tell what your feeling, be it happiness, anger, or sadness. I think they can smell the chemicals that make up your emotions? Idk I read that from somewhere.. ) radiating from Jack, sets her head down on Marks lap.

Mark reaches over, and taps Jack's back. " Hey, it's OK, it's ok buddy. Chica was just excited. She's calm now, look. " Mark says. Jack glances up, and sees Chica staring at him. Her tail is wagging twenty miles a minute, but she doesn't move.

Jack, hesitantly, sits up, but doesnt move from his spot pressed againt the couch cushions. It's a start.

Chica raises her head in interest when Jack sits up, but rests her head back on Mark's lap after a moment. " Good girl.. " Mark mumbles to her, and gently stratches behind her ears. He thought she was going to try and sniff at Jack again there, for a moment. Chica glances up at Mark for a moment, before her attention flicks back to Jack.

" Alright, Jack, I have two choices for you. One, we can keep Chica in here, and you can get to know her. Or, I can put her in my room for now. Which one would you prefer. "

Jack chews on the inside of his cheek. He wants to get to know Chica, he really does, but all he can think of it that other dog, the pain, and fear, and, and..

" Ple-please put her in your room.. " Jack asks quietly, as he lowers he head. Mark nods a bit, even though Jack can't see him do so. " OK, that's OK, good job, thank you for telling me. " Mark says.

He then stands up, and hooks his fingers on Chicas collar. " Come on, Chica. " He says, and she willingly follows. As an after though, Mark grabs her food and water. He situates her in his room, and sets her food and water down where she will see them.

On the way back to the living room, Mark starts thinking. ' Why am I so concerned for Jack? I mean, yes, he's a person, and he's scared, and I HATE seeing people scared, but I just met him.. '

Then he gets back to the living room, sees Jack, and realizes why. Jack had pulled his knees up to his chest while Mark was gone, his head still tilted down. ' It's because he's so.. Small. So vulnerable looking. It makes me want to protect him. '

" Hey, you OK? " Mark asks, ad he stands next to the couch. Jack nods, still not looking up. " Yeah, yeah, I'm fine now. Thanks. "

Mark frowns, knowing that Jack is lying. He wants to ask him what happened, why was he so, so terrified of Chica? What happened to him to cause so much fear?

But he wouldn't. Jack would tell him when he was ready. Hopefully.

" I'm sorry I freaked out on you and your pup, Mark. " Jack says, and he picks his sleeves. " It's fine Jack, really. Anyone would be scared of a giant dog bounded up to them. " Mark says, reassuringly. ' Maybe not that much, but still. '

Jack glances up at him, shock flitting across his features. Mark.. Wasn't mad? Or frustrated with him? He looks back down.

Then an idea comes to Mark. " You know what? I think you deserve something better than that cookie for having to go through such a scare. Hold on a sec. " Mark says, as he walks to the kitchen, leaving a very confused Jack in the living room.

Mark gets to the kitchen, and walks over to the freezer. He opens the door, reaches in, and grabs the container filled with his vanilla ice cream.

With a smile, he sets the ice-cream on ths counter, and grabs the bottle cap that worked as Jack's plate at lunch. Quickly rinsing it out, he gets a spoon, and puts some on to the cap, when he realizes something.

He doesn't have a spoon for Jack. ' Maybe he has one in his pack? ' Mark thinks, as he remembers the small little backpack in his pocket

After putting away the ice cream, he gentle picks up the cap, and walked back into the living room. He sets it down on the table next to the couch, than sits down next to Jack again.

" Question.. Do you have a spoon your backpack? " Mark asks. This catches Jack's attention. He looks up at Mark. " My backpack? Do you have my backpack? " Jack asks. Mark nods, grabs his pack, and hands it to Jack. " Yeah, I found it earlier. "

Jack takes the pack, and lifts that lid that was heald down by a big button he had sewn on. Glancing over the contest, he sighs contently when he sees everything is still in there. With a nod, he says " I have a spoon. I keep stuff like that in here in case I have to find a new home before I can grab all by stuff. " With that, he fishes around his pack, and takes out a spoon.

Mark smiles, and grabs the cap filled with the sweet, sugary desert. " Good, try this! It tastes amazing, I swear. " Mark says, as he gives the ice cream to Jack.

Jack hesitantly takes the ice cream, and sniffs at it for a moment, a habit he learned when he almost ate rat poison. He can feel the chill of the sinking through the plastic.

He then scoops up a small ( Hah, get it?! Small?! ) spoonful, and takes a bite.

A hum of satisfaction makes it's way past his lips. " This is so good! What is it? " Jack asks, as he scoops up a bigger spoon full.

Mark's jaw drops in shock. " You've never had ice cream before?! " Mark asks, purposely exaggerating his shock a bit. Jack gulps down his spoonful, then nods. " Well, your going to get plenty here, let me tell ya! " Mark says, satisfied when he sees Jack smile.

When Jack finishes his ice cream, he looks up at Mark, a sheepish look taking over his features. He holds up his bottle cap, and asks, " Hey, Mark? Can, can I have more? "

Mark nods, and takes the cap from him. " Yeah, sure! " Mark says, as he heads to the kitchen to get the borrower more ice cream.

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Thank you all so much for the encouragement you've given me

And for being so patient.

I hope you enjoyed the story, I'm sorry its so bad again. I had major writers block. If anyone could leave some suggestions on what to do with this story, or simply what you want to see, leave a comment here or in my inbox.

You can find chapter one here and chapter two here. If the links don't come up, please tell me :)

If you see any spelling mistakes, or if I wrote Mark wrong, tell me and I'll have it fixed.

SEE YA LATER MY SKELETURTLES! 🐢🐢

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