#the Avengers

[abby118]

@supervillainarchaeologist You know what this reminded me of?

I was unaware the eye scanning device he used in Stuttgart had teeth for YEARS.

I shall provide evidence:

and later we have

@thelibraryofsylphide <3

[natsaffection]

I absolutely loved the vampire nat fic. What would you think about a fic where nat is thirsty and bites reader (with consent) right before she cums so that their pleasure mixes with the pain and become extraordinary.

Ruined. | N.R

Vampire!older!Natasha x Human!younger!Reader

Warnings: 18+! MINORS DNI! Age gap (N= 100+ r=23), edging, fingering, oral, vibrator use, orgasm denial

Word count: 2,2k

A/N: I had this already in my notes, and it kinda fits the asks, soooo

The night had been perfect.

You were curled up against Natasha on the couch, your head resting on her chest, her fingers tracing absentminded circles on your arm. The only sound in the room was the soft hum of the TV, the dim glow flickering across the walls as you both sank into comfortable silence. This was your routine. A movie, a drink, Natasha’s arms around you, her steady breathing soothing you like a lullaby. Your wine glass rested on the coffee table, right beside Natasha’s. Identical shapes. Same deep red color. Stupid idea..

So, naturally, when you reached for your drink, you didn’t think twice. Natasha stiffened. Her fingers froze mid-stroke against your skin, her entire body going still. The smell of fresh blood hit her senses instantly, wrapping around her like a drug, flooding her instincts.

Her eyes snapped to the glass in your hand, her pupils blown wide. “W-Wait-” But the taste hit you already. The thick, metallic tang flooded your tongue, warm and wrong, so unlike the sweet wine you had expected. Your face twisted immediately, your throat working painfully to swallow the liquid before you could spit it out.

“That’s..not wine..” Natasha’s head snapped toward you. Her eyes widened as she watched you set the glass down. There was a moment of silence. She let out the deepest, most heartbroken sigh you had ever heard. “Nooo..” she whispered, dragging the word out dramatically, her tone equal parts horrified and devastated.

You blinked at her, still processing the taste in your mouth. “You just-” Natasha’s voice dropped to a whisper, as if saying it out loud would make it worse. “You drank my blood..” Oh god. Your lips twitched immediately. Because Natasha Romanoff..legendary assassin, trained killer, feared vampire..Was now pouting. Not just pouting. Puppy-pouting. And God help you, she looked like a disappointed golden retriever who just had her favorite toy taken away.

You had to physically bite your lip, forcing yourself to hold back a laugh. “It was my first sip..” she murmured, her voice soft, betrayed. Your whole body tensed, trying so hard not to break. Because she was seriously mourning her drink. It was one sip but to her? It was the end of the world.. “I-I’m so sorry..” you giggled out, barely able to contain yourself. “I wasn’t paying attention, Nat! I swear!”

She sighed again, the saddest, most heartbroken sigh yet. “I was looking forward to it..” she muttered, still pouting, her fingers twisting together. And that was it. You lost it. A sharp snort-laugh escaped your lips before you could stop it, your shoulders shaking as you tried to cover your face. “Seriously?!” Natasha gasped, scandalized. “Are you laughing at my pain?!”

“Noo!” you lied, giggling into your hands. “*I swear- I feel really bad..!” She let out an offended scoff, her arms crossing even tighter as she turned away from you, sulking. “No, no, go ahead!” she muttered, tilting her chin up. “Laugh at your poor, suffering girlfriend who just had her most anticipated drink ruined.”

You climbed onto her lap immediately, cupping her face, pressing tiny, apologetic kisses all over her pouty cheeks. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” you whispered between kisses, hoping it would soften her dramatic little heartbreak. She sighed again, but this time, she nuzzled into your touch, her arms loosening just slightly.

“You owe me..” she mumbled against your lips. You smiled, pressing your forehead to hers. “Anything you want.” She perked up at that. A glint of mischief flickered in her green eyes. Oh no. “Anything?” she repeated, voice suddenly low, teasing. You didn’t expect her to suddenly shift, her arms tightening around your waist, her emerald eyes darkening as she tilted her head slightly, watching you. That look was definitely not innocent.

Before you could react, she flipped you, gently pressing you into the couch, her body hovering over yours, caging you in. Her soft lips brushed against yours, barely, teasing, taunting. Her fingers trailed down your sides, slow, intentional, making you shiver beneath her. Then she kissed you. Deep, Slow and ungry.

Your entire body melted as she devoured you, her lips moving against yours with purpose, stealing your breath, pulling you under like a current. You let out a soft whimper, your hands grasping at her hoodie, needing her closer. She smirked against your lips, clearly pleased by your reaction. Her fingers ghosted over your waistband, slow, teasing, sending heat pooling deep in your stomach.

You gasped softly, your body already responding, pressing into her on instinct. Natasha let out a low hum, her lips trailing down your jaw, leaving soft, slow kisses against your skin. “Careful what you wish for..” she murmured against your throat. She’s nipping at your pulse point, making you shudder. “Be a good girl..” she whispered, her voice thick with desire, “and let me enjoy something even better than my drink.”

Her smirk was sinful, her lips barely brushing against your ear as she whispered sweet, filthy things, letting her touch work you up, keeping you in that delicious haze where everything felt too hot, too overwhelming, too good. Your thighs shook, your breath hitched, and just when you were about to tumble over the edge..She stopped. Her fingers vanished. Her warmth disappeared. Your body jerked in frustration, a loud, desperate whine escaping your lips before you could stop it.

Your eyes snapped open, finding her smirking down at you, her green eyes dark with amusement. “Aw.” she murmured, tilting her head, feigning innocence. “Were you about to come?” Your cheeks burned, your body still aching, pulsing, needy. “Natasha!” you whined, squirming beneath her, your hands reaching for her but she grabbed your wrists effortlessly, pinning them above your head.

“Hmmm.” she hummed, dragging her lips down your neck, teasing, making your breath hitch all over again. “That’s too bad, Detka.” Your body was so sensitive, still so close, and now? She was wandering downward, her hot breath fanning over your stomach, your thighs, lower. You could barely think. She was going to finish it! She had to but then? She stopped again. Just inches from where you needed her.

Your entire body arched, another loud, needy whimper slipping from your lips. “F-Fuuckk, please!” She grinned against your skin, her hands pressing down firmly on your thighs, keeping you still as you squirmed helplessly beneath her. “What’s wrong, Moya lyubov?” she purred, her tone mocking, amused. “You look…desperate.” You were. So desperate. “Nat-“

“Oh.” she interrupted, mock surprise dripping from her voice, “Does it feel bad to be left wanting? To be so close, only for it to be ruined?” She leaned in, her lips ghosting over your inner thigh, so close but not touching where you needed her. “Because that’s exactly how I felt.” she murmured, smirking, “when you ruined my drink.”

You knew Natasha could be dramatic. But you never expected her to be this petty. All over a single sip. One. Sip. “Natasha, please, I said I’m sorry!!” you whined, tugging at her hands, your thighs shaking with need. She sighed, dramatic as ever, her mock sadness returning as she pressed a soft kiss to your inner thigh, her nails scraping teasingly along your skin.

“I don’t know…” she mused, her tone sweet, teasing. “You didn’t really seem to care when you took my first sip. Why should I let you have yours?”You whimpered, arching desperately beneath her. She laughed softly, her lips trailing higher again— And then, just when you thought she would give in..She stood up.

Her warmth vanished. “Wait, wait, wait- where are you-?” Your words died in your throat when she was returning and you saw what she was holding. In her hand was a vibrator, and the mischievous glint in her gaze made your stomach clench. “What..” you breathed, your heart pounding. She took a slow sip from her glass..her still full, 'untouched' glass of blood!

“You said 'anything', didn’t you?” she reminded you casually, rolling the vibrator between her fingers like she wasn’t about to ruin you completely. “Since you ruined my evening, I think it’s only fair that I…take my time now.” Your breath caught in your throat. You knew what that meant. “T-That’s!-”

She smirked, leaning back down, pressing a soft, innocent kiss to your lips and flicked the vibrator on. Your body jerked immediately, a sharp gasp escaping you as the sensation hit you all at once. Natasha chuckled against your lips, her free hand cupping your cheek. “Good girl.” she whispered, amusement dripping from her voice. “Now, let’s see if you’re as patient as I had to be.”

Your body trembled, your thighs clenching helplessly, your hands gripping at nothing, desperate, needy, wrecked. She had been building you up, pushing you to your breaking point, bringing you so close, only to steal it away at the last second. Over. And over. And over again.

She was toying with you, watching as your body reacted to every slow, torturous flick of the vibrator, every teasing whisper against your skin. And now?You were so ruined, so desperate, so shattered by the pleasure she had been denying you, that you were reaching for it yourself.

Your fingers twitched, instinctively moving toward the vibrator, you couldn’t help it. You needed it. But before you could even touch it, Natasha’s hand snapped around your wrist. Her eyes flashed, her grip tight, her body tense. “Hands. Off.”

Your heart pounded. Her voice was Low and Dangerous. You whimpered, your entire body shivering under the sheer power in her tone. “I-I wasn’t-”

“You weren’t?” Natasha mocked, tilting her head, amusement flickering across her face. “Because it sure looked like you were trying to touch what doesn’t belong to you.” You swallowed hard, your body still aching, your breath coming in short, desperate gasps. “I-“

“Don’t lie to me..” Her grip tightened, her green eyes dark, her fangs slightly exposed as she loomed over you, her presence dominant, overwhelming, intoxicating. “You wanted to take control?” she murmured, voice silky, taunting. “Did you really think I’d let you?”

You shuddered, your thighs clenching around nothing. “Please, Natasha..” She laughed softly, her grip loosening, only to let go and move back to the vibrator. She pressed it against you again. Your body jerking, squirming, writhing, the pleasure hitting you so hard you nearly saw stars.

“Ohhh..” Natasha purred, watching you tremble, her free hand stroking your inner thigh, slow, possessive. “That’s it, baby. Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Y-Yes..” you whimpered, breathless, shaking. “You want more?”

“Yes, yes, please-“

“Then don’t touch.” Your fingers twitched, still aching to reach out, to hold it there, to push yourself over the edge. But Natasha knew that. She could see your struggle.. “Go on.” she whispered, her lips brushing against your ear. “I know you want to. But if you do..” She paused and lifted the vibrator away. You cried out, your body jerking forward, desperate to chase the feeling. “N-NOoo…!!”

“Oh, Darling.” Natasha sighed, feigning disappointment. You whimpered, your eyes watering from frustration, your body trembling violently. “P-Pleasee!!”

“I don’t know if you deserve it now..” Natasha teased, smirking, twirling the vibrator between her fingers. “Natasha- I swear..pleaseee, I-“ Your thighs clenched around nothing, desperate for any friction, your hips twitching, needing, aching. She dragged her lips along your neck, inhaling deeply, her fangs just barely grazing against your pounding pulse.

“Mmmm.” she hummed, her voice syrupy-sweet, taunting. “You’re so close again, aren’t you, Detka?”You shuddered, barely able to breathe. You could feel it. It was right there. So sharp, so intense, so overwhelming that you thought you might black out. Natasha froze. Her body went still, her breath hitching. Her fingers twitched and then you realized. She could hear it..

Your blood rushing, your pulse racing, the sheer anticipation sending her feral. She groaned, deep, primal, needy. “Fuck..” she whispered, closing her eyes, pressing her forehead against your neck. Her fangs brushed against your skin, teasing, tasting, but she wasn’t biting. Because she wanted to taste you at your peak.

She wanted you so lost in pleasure, so wrecked and ruined, that your blood would be the richest it had ever been. “One more.” she whispered, her voice dark, seductive. “One more. Then I’ll take what I need.” You whimpered, shaking. “No, no, please-“

“Shhh, my love,” Natasha cooed, mock sympathy dripping from her voice. “You want me to drink, don’t you?” Your breath caught. You did. God, you did. She was so close to sinking her fangs in, so close to devouring you, and you wanted it.

But you had to endure. She needed you to hold on. You could already feel yourself unraveling again. Natasha can hear it now clearly. The way your blood pumped harder, faster, richer. “Yes, yes, yes, yes…”And the moment you let go, the moment your body finally surrendered, trembling violently as your pleasure erupted, your blood rushing, your pulse spiking..She sank her fangs in.

Your loudest, most wrecked cry filled the room as pure bliss exploded through you, the sharp, intoxicating bite of her fangs sending you into overdrive. Natasha moaned deeply, her fingers digging into your thighs as she drank, devoured, indulged, taking everything you had to offer. And when she finally pulled away, her lips red, glistening, completely wrecked with pleasure. “Worth the wait..” she purred.

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[barneswilsonrogers]

—Anthony Mackie on Sam's new suit 🪽

[captainharlems]

Marvel's princess.

[itsagentromanoff]

Bucky: Look, I can't do this anymore.

Tony: Admitting defeat, are you?

Bucky: You and me. This isn't working out.

Tony: Are you saying we should start annoying other people?

[asterakikeltoi]

There certainly are not *melts* @miss-blue-dragon04

“There are no men like me.”

[mintyys-blog]

PETERS SECRET— peter parker x stark! reader

WARNINGS: implied sex

Tony Stark prided himself on being an intelligent man. Genius, billionaire, philanthropist—he had a lot of titles. But clairvoyant? Yeah, not one of them.

So when he found a box of condoms in Peter Parker’s backpack while rummaging for a piece of Stark tech the kid had borrowed, he did what any reasonable father figure would do.

He sighed, put them back, and pretended he didn’t see a thing.

Peter was a good kid. He had a life outside of the Avengers, and Tony wasn’t about to metal in his dating life. The kid was responsible, respectful, and, more importantly, not some playboy running around breaking hearts.

So Tony let it go.

That was his first mistake.

His second mistake?

Not checking who, exactly, Peter was dating.

Which led to his third and worst mistake—walking into his daughter’s room one afternoon, completely unannounced, only to find her tangled under the sheets with none other than Peter freaking Parker.

For a full three seconds, there was nothing but dead silence.

Then—“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?” Tony’s voice boomed, making both of you jolt.

“OH MY GOD—DAD!” You frantically scrambled for the blanket, yanking it higher over yourself while Peter nearly fell off the bed in his attempt to escape.

“Mr. Stark—SIR—this isn’t what it looks like!” Peter blurted, eyes wide in terror.

Tony narrowed his eyes. “Oh? Because it looks like you were about two seconds away from defiling my daughter in my own house!”

“No, no, no, sir, I would never defile her!” Peter waved his hands frantically before realizing how bad that sounded. “I mean—I would—I mean, not in a bad way—I mean—”

You groaned, dragging a hand down your face. “Peter, stop talking.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he squeaked.

Tony pinched the bridge of his nose, inhaling deeply through his nostrils like he was physically holding back an aneurysm. “Parker.”

“Sir?” Peter swallowed hard.

Tony pointed a deadly finger at him. “I let it slide when I found condoms in your backpack. I told myself, ‘You know what? The kid’s growing up, he’s responsible, I don’t need to know who he’s seeing.’ But now—” He let out a humorless chuckle. “Now I know. And I do need to know. Because I am two seconds away from throwing you out the damn window.”

Peter paled. “I—um—I can survive that, but I’d really rather not.”

You groaned again. “Dad, please—”

“Please what? Let you two get back to whatever this is? Hell no!” Tony crossed his arms. “I trusted you, Parker.”

Peter looked like he wanted the Earth to swallow him whole. “I—um—I still want to be trusted?”

Tony scoffed. “Yeah? Well, I trusted Steve too, and you know what happened? He ran off with my murderous ex-friend and hid my parents’ killer from me.”

Peter blinked. “That… that seems like a separate issue, sir.”

“Oh, so now you’re giving me therapy, Spider-Boy?”

“Okay—both of you, stop,” you cut in, grabbing the blanket more securely around yourself. “Dad, I get it. You’re mad. But we’re both adults.”

“You’re nineteen.”

“And legally an adult!”

“Not in my damn house!”

Peter slowly raised a hand. “Mr. Stark, sir, if it helps, I love her.”

Tony snapped his head toward Peter so fast that Peter actually flinched.

“Love?” Tony repeated, like the word offended him on a personal level. “Kid, if you really love her, you wouldn’t be rolling around under the sheets while I’m in the house!”

You groaned. “We weren’t even—”

“Don’t finish that sentence.”

Peter frantically nodded. “I won’t! Sir, I swear, I respect her! More than anything!”

Tony exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair before muttering, “You know what? I need a drink.” He turned, making his way toward the door before pausing.

Then, without looking back, he said, “Peter.”

Peter stiffened. “Sir?”

Tony glanced over his shoulder, his expression as serious as a heart attack. “If I ever catch you in her bed again, I will build a suit specifically designed to kill you.”

Peter audibly gulped. “Understood, sir.”

With that, Tony left, slamming the door behind him.

Silence fell over the room.

Then, Peter slowly turned to you. “So… do you think I should start writing my will?”

You sighed, collapsing back onto the pillows. “I’ll help you draft it tomorrow.”

[sincerelykimii]

𝑆𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑦 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠

𝐵𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑦 𝐵𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝑆𝑦𝑝𝑛𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑠: 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑏𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛’𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑣𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒．

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠／𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑠: 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓, 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑥 𝑔𝑟𝑢𝑚𝑝𝑦 𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑒, 𝑎 𝑓𝑒𝑤 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠, 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑙…𝑖𝑓 𝐼 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑚𝑘！

𝐴／𝑁 ：𝐻𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑣𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑐 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒，𝑖𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑛. 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡, 𝐼 𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ. 𝐸𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦！

Valentine’s day was quickly creeping around the corner and it’s safe to say you were more than excited. Tony being Tony decided to throw a little Valentine’s Day get together, knowing Stark and his dramatic effects. He didn’t mention you had to have a Valentine and a gift until three days before. It was kind of like a secret Santa sorta thing which you already adored. Although you didn’t have a valentine just yet, you were already determined to get them the best gift ever.

Bucky on the other hand, didn’t want anything to do with the lovey dovey holiday. He attempted to avoid everyone the week of Cupid, but he couldn’t seem to avoid you. He never could seem to avoid you and your illuminating presence. You always found a way to make him laugh, smile, stick around longer than he usually did. He was practically hopelessly in love with you, not that he would ever admit that…but you always lingered in his mind. Once he heard about the get together, he was all out. He didn’t want to go, he didn’t want to find a date, he just wanted to sit in his room and sulk. Sulk about not having the courage to just ask you out. But here he was, sitting on the couch talking to Steve about it.

“Buck you have to, it’ll be nice for you to, socialize.”

As Bucky was about to respond you walked in. It was as if a ray of sunshine had broken through his clouds. your presence was magnetic, drawing every eye toward you. The warmth of your smile lit up the space, casting a glow that made everything seem a little brighter and more beautiful. Hopelessly in love. “Whatcha guys talking about?” you say, joining the two super soldiers on the sofa.

Bucky shifted uncomfortably on the couch as you approached, his eyes flickering up to meet yours before quickly darting away. He muttered something indistinguishable under his breath, clearly not thrilled about the impending Valentine's Day celebration. "Nothing important," he grumbled, crossing his arms.

“Uh huh…anyways! do you guys have a valentine yet?” You ask, subtly directing the question towards Bucky.

Bucky's eyes narrowed slightly at the question, his arms tightening around himself as he avoided looking at you directly. He was definitely not planning on having a date, let alone a valentine. But the thought of you with someone else made his stomach twist into knots. "No, I don't."

Your lips curl into a frown, before returning to its natural pout. “You’ll find one Bucky, any girl would be lucky to be your valentine.” Your heart tightened as the words left your mouth. You wanted to be his valentine, his date, you wanted to be, his. You had these thoughts often, more than you’d like to admit. But you always found yourself shaking them off, knowing it’ll never happen. you didn’t wanna ruin the relationship you’ve built, the relationship most don’t get to have with him.

Steve started talking once again, but you were still in your head not listening to a word he said. You didn’t plan on asking anyone else, hell, you didn’t want to ask anyone else. Only the man sitting beside you. A simple, ‘Will you be my Valentine’ wasn’t gonna cut it for you. You needed to have some thought behind your question, something that’ll blow his socks off. Maybe if you did something…elaborate, he’ll say yes. Something he’ll never see coming…like a secret admirer. Lightbulb!

“Oh, silly me, I forgot I had to…bake for tomorrow. I’ll see yall later.”

You knew you weren’t convincing, but you couldn’t have cared less. You stood up from the sofa, immediately rushing towards your room. As you rushed off, Bucky couldn't help but feel a strange emptiness in the room after you left. He uncrossed his arms, sitting there in thought.

Steve nudged him, "You really aren't getting a valentine?" He asked, already knowing the answer. Bucky rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “No.” he muttered, he didn’t want just any valentine. He wanted you. Steve just gave him a knowing look, seeing right through his act. "You realize you're being stupid, right?" he said, a teasing hint in his voice.

"There's someone right under your nose who'd jump at the chance to be your valentine, and you're just -"

Bucky suddenly stood up, giving Steve a glare before heading to his room.

Meanwhile you were sat on your bed, at least 10 sticky notes surrounding you. “This shouldn’t be too hard, right? People in the movies do it easily.” you mumbled to yourself as you began writing the first note.

“𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒. － 𝑆.𝐴. 𝑝𝑠. 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘.”

“𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑐𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡.”

You write a few more, waiting till the night fell to put your plan in motion. You tip toe to Bucky’s door, sticking the note right on the center before quickly making your way around the compound placing the notes in specific places only he’ll find. You sneak back to your room, letting out a deep breath feeling content.

Bucky however was sitting in his room, reading a book when he heard a soft tapping on his door. He opened it to find a sticky note stuck right in the center. He looked around confused before picking it up and reading it.

"𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒. － 𝑆.𝐴."

“What the hell.” he muttered, but he couldn’t help the pink creeping onto his neck. He took the note, shutting the door behind. He laid on his bed staring at the ceiling, who the hell would put a note on his door? Steve? he’s not that stupid, Tony? Definitely not. His thoughts raced endlessly in his head, not once directing to you. He eventually drifted off to sleep, leaving his worries till the morning.

The morning came quicker than it should’ve, you rolled out of bed immediately heading towards Bucky’s door. You glance at the center of it seeing the sticky note was gone, you swore your heart skipped a few too many beats. It worked. Now all that was left to do was wait. You took a seat on the sofa, scrolling through your phone.

Bucky woke up early, his mind still foggy from sleep. He rubbed his eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. He got up and started his morning routine, showering and getting dressed. As he was making his breakfast, he noticed the sticky note on the side of the sofa. He swiftly made his way over, picking it up and tucking it away in his pocket. He waited in the kitchen till you left the room before opening it.

"𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙. － 𝑆.𝐴."

He scrunched his nose, a strange flutter in chest becoming evident. He didn’t understand. Who was 'S.A.’? He turned the stick note over reading it,

“𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡.”

The gym. He didn’t necessarily adore the gym, but he always found himself there. Not just to work out but mainly to see you. He always found himself near you, looking at you, even talking to you. It didn’t come off as weird to him, it was more in a sense of admiring you without looking like a complete weirdo.

Nonetheless he made his way over to the gym, looking around for a moment before spotting the pink sticky note on the weight machine he used the most. He grabbed the note, reading it to himself quietly.

“𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝐻𝑢𝑚𝑜𝑟 － 𝑆.𝐴.”

“𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒…”

The small scavenger hunt continued throughout the day, sending him all over the complex. This would’ve creeped him out big time, but there was something screaming at him to keep going. A gut feeling. and he always trusted his gut. Finally, he found the final note.

“𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑑 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼’𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 － 𝑆.𝐴.”

“𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑.”

The last note signed your initials but Bucky was too quick on his feet to notice. He rushed to the living room completely ignoring everything else happening around him, only to find nothing on the couch. His heart stopped, was this all just a sick joke? He sighed, feeling like an idiot for believing something good would come out of this. Just as he was about to leave, he turned to see you standing in the kitchen, a heart made out of sticky notes in hand. Bucky's breath caught in his throat as he saw the heart on the kitchen counter, his eyes immediately locking onto yours. He couldn't believe it, all those notes, the scavenger hunt, it was you. He felt his heart racing, his cheeks heating up as he approached you. In the middle the heart it read,

“𝑆𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑢𝑛𝑡, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑢𝑝 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑡． 𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑣𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒?”

Your smile only grew as he approached, you tried to ignore your heart rate picking up exponentially faster but the heat rushing to your cheeks was a dead give away of your reaction. “Well…?” you say, tilting your head ever so slightly.

“Will you be my valentine?”

Bucky stood before you, utterly stunned by the grand gesture. He hadn't expected this, hadn't dared to hope. Your smiling face, those beautiful eyes, the sticky note heart - it was overwhelming in the best way possible. A slow, hesitant smile crept across his lips as he gazed at you. Finally, he took the heart made out of little pink sticky notes in his own hands, admiring the small details before meeting your gaze.

“Yes.”

𝐵𝑂𝑁𝑈𝑆: The day of the little Valentine’s get together soon came, and Bucky couldn’t have been more excited, not that he was going to show it. But the smile he usually never wore, was a dead give away. He entered the living room, his baby blues immediately landing on your face. He couldn’t help but smile softly at you, the excited look on your face, the way your smile met each corner of your eyes, and the neatly wrapped gift in your hand. He almost forgot to check his pocket for the thousandth time, making sure your gift was still there. He took his seat next to you, his thigh touching yours.

“Hi Bucky.” You cooed, placing a matching headband on his head, the hearts shaking slightly.

Bucky's heart skipped a beat as you placed the headband on him, the soft touch of your fingers sending shivers down his spine. He chuckled lowly, running a hand through his hair to adjust the headband, the delicate fabric grazing over his fingertips. "Hey, you." He murmured, his eyes never leaving yours.

The night was serene, filled with the warmth of laughter and conversation flowing effortlessly, filling the space with a sense of peace. The aroma of homemade cookies, and baked goods wafted through the air, adding to the comfortable atmosphere. As the night wore on, stories were shared, harmless arguments, and reminiscing about old times. As the end of the night approached the last thing to be given were the gifts. You and Bucky decided to go last, and it’s safe to say you were glad you did. Everyone got meaningful gifts, some were even given gags as well.

Once it got to your turn, you turned to Bucky, a warm smile playing on your lips. “I picked this gift out a while ago, but I had a few changes made recently.” You say placing the gift on his lap.

Bucky's heart pounded in his chest as he carefully accepted the beautifully wrapped gift. The pink and gold paper, complete with tiny hearts, was almost too pretty to unwrap. Almost. He felt everyone's eyes on him as he slowly peeled back the paper, revealing a dark blue velvet box. Your eyes remained on his watching as they lit up as he pulled out the heart shaped locket necklace. The way his lips curled into a smile when he seen the delicate pink detail engraved on the inside. His smile only growing wider as he saw what the engraving read:

"𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒, 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐼’𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑".

He unconsciously touched the locket, his thumb running over the letters. He looked up at you, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled softly. He hadn't expected something so thoughtful. Your eyes met his once again, your smile mirroring his own. “Do you like it?” you whisper.

Bucky nodded, his voice caught in his throat. He reached out, carefully taking the locket from the box and holding it up to admire it in the soft light of the room. He turned it over in his hands, running his fingers over the intricate details before closing the lid.

“I love it.”

The others chirped a bunch of awe’s as he put the necklace around his neck. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a similar velvet box placing it in your hands. He watched your curious expression as you took the box, his thumb unconsciously brushing against your fingers. "You gave me something perfect, so I figured..." He trailed off, leaving you to open it at your own pace, nervous butterflies dancing in his stomach.

As you opened the delicate box, your eyes widened in shock. You lifted the shimmering bracelet, holding it to the light, the attached charms spinning in place. “It’s beautiful…” you whisper, bringing it a bit closer to your face, reading the words engraved into it.

“𝑀𝑦 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒.”

Bucky smiled softly, watching your reaction with bated breath. He reached out gently, taking the bracelet from your hands and fastening it delicately around your wrist. His fingers lingered for a moment, brushing against your skin as he ensured it was secure. You couldn’t find the words to thank him, instead wrapping your arms securely around his waist pulling him into a hug.

He inhaled sharply as you embraced him, his arms automatically wrapping around you, pulling you closer. He rested his chin on top of your head, a content sigh escaping his lips as he held you. This moment, right here, was perfect. No words were needed.

[lulubelle814]

@vbecker10 @oswildin @muddyorbs @ash-muses @animnerd @loz-3

STORY OF A VARIANT - COMIC FAN ART / LOKI (2021)

Art by: “Keiidakamya”

[shambelle97]

TOM HIDDLESTON - LOKI / THE AVENGERS | SHOOTING | (2012)

Happy Birthday! #Tom Hiddleston# 🎂🎉🥂天天快乐！#抖森0209生日快乐# ​ ​​​

Pics by: Torrilla

[therealkcf]

some edits i’ve made (im mwan)

[lovelydisc]

I guarantee you that the all of the Avengers grew up poor. All of them. Except Tony Stark. and that is a fucking hilarious gimmick, but also like soooooooo sad. like it's funny cause Tony can be so out of touch for a lot of things, but I bet you he ha "growing up poor" symptoms. EG: food insecurtiy, not always knowing if he was going to see his parents, lonely nights, having to feed himself with a bottle of ketchup and instant rice with no way to get more food, etc. Like he had a place to sleep that had a 2 million dollar pool in the backyard and gucci underwear, but he still hordes oranges and cereal like a weird pirate. And it's fucking depressing.

[donteverblameash]

I do tf *eats art/pos*

Do people even fw stony anymore

[wowowokay]

Here’s another fic rec!!

Leap of Faith - alighterwood, ErinWantsToWrite

Amazing story basically another Peter Parker ends up in Gotham fic but this time he’s fourteen and May is also dead and Tony stark took him in before he ends up in Gotham ofc but it’s just a hilarious fic with lots of angst-y bits but yet again hilarious just check it out I promise it’s worth it!!!

Words: 460,010 Chapters: 18/?

Note: okay yet again I’m sorry about recommending a fic that’s not finished but! Take a look at that word count absolutely insane it’ll take you weeks to finish it lolol oh also I seriously might be changing my updating schedule cause I wanna be able to recommend more than one fic every time I post one of these so I’ll probably make a post about it soon idk anyways I hope you have an amazing day andddd yeah I think that’s all! Enjoy!!!

[fandomismylife]

HEAR ME OUT NOW

What if Steve didn’t jump out of the plane because he didn’t want to live without Bucky.

It makes too much sense.