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New year in Yorktown

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by theothergirl2212

New Year’s Eve 2263, jim gives Spock his New Year’s Eve kiss

Words: 221, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies), Star Trek

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: James T. Kirk, Spock (Star Trek)

Relationships: James T. Kirk/Spock

Additional Tags: New Years Eve, First Kiss

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[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

Any Other Way

Leonard Mccoy x Reader

Summary: Jim and you are up to no good - what else is new?

A/N: This is for @outside-the-government birthday challenge & Trek Fest 2017!

 The pain was not so bad, considering it was being done old school style - as Jim liked to say. It was a typical shore leave adventure for Jim and you, doing anything to avoid responsibility. Anything that felt youthful and fleeting - anything that would get your boyfriend mad.

“He’s not gonna like this,” Jim advised illy, flipping through the shop’s tattoo book.

The place was called Forbidden Zone, which you thought fit it quite well.

You hummed a feeble response and inhaled slowly. “Anything and everything gets that man mad. This - this is going to..”

“-give him a heart attack.”

Jim and you shared a look before bursting into laughter, the woman doing your tattoo smirked and told you to stay still.

“Sorry.”

“Yeah, stay still don’t want her to mess up. Come on kid, think.”

Ignoring Jim’s teasing, you leaned further into the chair and looked up at the ceiling. Leonard and you had been together for nearly two years now, and while he advised not to get a tattoo per Starfleet regulation - it wasn’t like you to listen to rules. That was why you had left the hotel early with Jim, leaving the doctor nude in bed - which you regretted doing so, but it was the only way to escape his pessimistic hearsay.

“Do you think he’ll be very mad? Or just regular Jim’s a freaking idiot, mad?”

He chuckled and thought for a moment, before his blue eyes widen at something behind you. “Oh, he’s mad.”

“What?"

You laughed in confusion, grimacing a bit from the needle against your skin. “What the hell are you talking about, Tiberius?”

“I would be annoyed by that, but your day is about to get a whole lot better.”

Again, a confused expression ran off your face until you heard it.

His voice behind you.

“Darlin’, what the hell are you doing?”

Jim closed the binder and gave you his best shit eating grin. “Hey, Bones. How’s this morning treating you?”

Leonard huffed and looked for permission to walk around the counter - the woman giving you the tattoo nodded and he strolled into the booth, looking less nude than earlier.

“How’s it treatin' me? Well, my beautiful girlfriend left me bare bones in bed and she must think I’m you - an idiot. As if I didn’t know what the two of you were up to. This has both your pea brains name written all over it.”

“You’re not an idiot, Jim,” you corrected the doctor with a smile, before looking to your boyfriend. “Hey, baby.”

His eyes soften and shoulders relaxed. “Back at you, beautiful.”

Jim watched you watching Leonard, as he slowly approached the chair - leaning forward to see what the woman was working on, but his view was obstructed from you waving your free hand in his face.

“I know you told me not to do it, but I did it anyway and right now I need you to not judge me or say I told you so,” you pleaded with your very reasonable boyfriend, who cocked an eyebrow up and sighed.

“You do know that’s against Starfleet regulation, right sweetheart?”

“Those rules are ancient, besides her uniform has long sleeves,” Jim argued - sending you a wink before going back to looking through the binder.

Leonard brought a hand to your shoulder, giving you a light squeeze. “You could have told me. I would have came down with you and held your hand.”

Grinning, you held out your hand. “You’re here now.”

“That’s right,” he confirmed with smirk. “So what is it?”

“It’s a surprise,” Jim chimed in. “We know how much you like surprises.”

Rolling an eye at his friend, Leonard settled into the empty seat next to you and held your hand gently. “Does it hurt, darlin’?”

“No more than those damn hyposprays.”

“Oh, please. You’re worse than Jim - they don’t even hurt.”

“You have a heavy hand.”

Jim and you retorted at the same time, laughing in unison.

This time Leonard couldn’t help, but join in until the woman pulled back and placed the needle down, wiping the surface of your skin with a clean thin cloth.

“All done. Not too bad, right?”

Sitting up, you looked down at the small tattoo and grinned, thanking her as she stood up to help someone at the counter. Jim got up from his seat and moved to your side, whistling at your wrist.

“It looks good, doesn’t it Bones?”

The man glanced over at the doctor, who motioned for you to show him. Feeling a hint of nervousness, you slowly lifted your hand off the chair and tilted it to his view. Sending Jim an unsure glance, he just smirked and nodded to Leonard, whose eyes widen with a smile curled from his lips.

He sat quietly until his eyes flickered up at you. “That’s a hypospray.”

“It is,” you exhaled softly - unable to tell if he was impressed or dismayed. “I got it for you, Leonard. And I know it’s permanent and it might seem juvenile, but it’s you - ya know?”

Sensing a moment, Jim grabbed the tattoo binder and announced he was going to go talk to the woman about getting one himself.

Neither of you paid much attention to him.

Leonard shifted in his seat, his throat felt dry. The hypospray was small but he had to admit - cute. And the meaning behind it, sent warm chills down his spine and a beaming, also slightly aroused feeling through his body. You had done one of the most intimate things anyone could do with their body and in the name of him, for the love you had for him. If that wasn’t something over the top and romantic, and a little ridiculous,  he wasn’t sure what was.

“Leonard, what do you think?”

You looked at your boyfriend, bundle of nerves trenched into the pit of your stomach, hoping he understood the meaning behind the tattoo. And when his eyes finally gazed back at you, a smile graced his handsome stern face and he just laughed.

Laughed so gloriously, you thought it was the sweetest thing you had ever heard.

Leonard took your right hand and brought it to his lips. “Darlin’, you are something else. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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by theothergirl2212

You're working on the masquerade, Nadia wants a room with a gender bending effect, Valerius volunteers to help you out

Words: 1323, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: the arcana, The Arcana (Visual Novel)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M

Characters: Valerius (The Arcana), Reader, mentions of nadia - Character

Relationships: Valerius (The Arcana)/Reader, Valerius (The Arcana)/You

Additional Tags: a spell goes wrong, you'll have to help out

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[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

Blowjob

Deadpool x Reader

Warnings: It’s fucking Deadpool. 

Summary: Your girl Nega hooks you up with Wade Wilson. 

The bar was dingy as fuck.

Fuck it was downright biowaste, but it was the place your date picked. And now you were questioning the whole damn thing.

Cursing Nega under your breath for setting you up with her ‘friend’, you hustled into the bar and looked down at your phone. Quickly you texted the number of Wade Wilson, the man you had been talking to on and off for the last week and a half.

“I’m here.”

A second later, your cell buzzed. “Holy shit you’re way hotter in person. Fuck me.”

Another buzz. “Full disclosure, I have a boner.”

Another buzz. “Also my penis is big.”

Laughing your eyes scanned the bar and settled onto a man in a booth tucked into the back corner of the bar. It was Wade in his Deadpool suit and he was wiggling his fingers at you, motioning for you to come over to his table. Gripping you bag, you exhaled and hoped for the best.

“Hey big penis -  I mean Wade,” you moved into the empty side of the booth and smiled up at the merc.

“Holy mother of- Negasonic Teenage Warhead is definitely getting a shiny gold plated hair clipper for Christmas!”

You chuckled and waved over the bartender, who was just staring at you.“What’s up with him?”

Wade looked over to the bar and shrugged. “That’s just Weasel. He owes this fine establishment of morally fucked souls.”

Nodding you relaxed and asked Wade if he’d like a blowjob.

“Sweet jesus, it’s been too long. I mean a guy could only do so much to himself. Do you like unicorns?”

“Okay, that was completely my fault. I meant the fucking drink, Wade. And yes I like unicorns,” you smirked and told him to wait there as you got up from the booth.

He watched you make your way to the bar and he made an obscene hand gesture to Weasel, who was pretending to wipe down the bar with a dirty rag.

“Hey, can I get two beers, domestic. Three shots of tequila and two blow jobs.”

You pulled out  a credit card from your jacket and handed it over to the man. Weasel did a double take when he took it from you.

“No fucking way,” he muttered in disbelief. “Xavier? Charles Xavier?”

Quickly you snatched the credit card from his grip. “Shit, wrong one. That’s my boss’s card, used it to put gas in the company car. Here, use this one.”

Weasel refused the new card you presented to him. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll put it on Wade’s tab. So you’re an X-Men, huh?”

“Something like that, listen what do you know about this Wade guy? A mutant - I mean mutual friend of ours thought we’d make a good match. He’s pretty…”

“Disgusting. Vulgar. Should be killed, but can’t. He literally can’t die,” Weasel sighed and placed the drinks onto a round tray.

“Yeah, I heard all about Deadpool. But he’s not so bad, yeah?”

The man pushed up his black framed glasses up to the bridge of his nose and sighed once more. “Yeah, he’s not so bad.”

Smiling, you thanked Weasel and took the drinks back to the table. Wade was leaning against the booth, hands folded behind his head.

“Alright, here’s your blowjob,” you teased placing the drink down in front of him, as you leaned took a seat.  “Swallow up.”

Wade hitched his breath in false shock and he slid out of the booth, quickly getting down on one knee in front of you. “Marry me. We can live with my roommate Al. She’s not too bad, smells like an old lady. She’s an old lady. You know what? She can’t even put together a fucking HEMNES and that is the easiest one those Swedish bastards came up with! I should get a new roommate. Al’s blind.”

A sharp laugh barreled from your throat as you took in all the information Wade had just spit out in one long breath. “Wow, okay. So if we do this, I say we live at the mansion. It’s pretty roomy and imagine taking the Blackbird out for a spin?”

“I love you. Be my baby mama, I’ll treat you decent. Won’t be around much because of work, but think of all the hot hate sex we’ll have!”

“Listen, Wade,” you reached a hand to his arm, helping him up to his feet. “Take a seat, let’s drink and just feel this out. The date goes good, then sure let’s get married and live with your blind roommate. Hey, I’m pretty good at putting things together, so I can handle the shelves.”

Wade laughed and pulled up his mask, revealing his face to you for the first time in person. He had sent a selfie of himself the first night Nega gave him your digits and about a dozen a day ever since then.

“The mansion is fucking creepy. I mean where the fuck are the other X-Men? Does Stewart have them locked away somewhere?”

“Who?”

“Nevermind,” he waved a hand in the air and reached for his beer. “But really, does McAvoy keep you on house arrest. Can I get conjugal visits with you? Just need a quick five minutes, in and out. And in some more. Maybe backdoor stuff. Does he provide the lube? It’s okay I buy in bulk from Costco. Want to see my membership card?”

Within a blink of an eye, Wade was shoving the card into your face. You grabbed it from him and snorted, the merc was wearing his suit and was giving a thumbs up in the photo. “Cute. I’m going to keep this,” you tucked the plastic card into your jacket and took the three shots of tequila in a row.

Finally feeling brave enough from the liquid courage, you picked up the blowjob from the table. “So, we’re getting married and moving in with Al. Which is fine, but there’s one condition.”

Wade smirked and cocked an eyebrow up at you, waiting for you to go on.

“It might be a deal breaker for you, I don’t know. But,” you scooped a finger through the whip cream and brought it to your lips. Slowly you opened your mouth and licked up the cream from your finger, all while not breaking eye contact with the merc, who was grinning like an idiot.

“I always, always, always swallow.”

Wade groaned back in amusement before quickly jumping across the table to your side of the booth, spilling all the drinks on the table; to which Weasel yelled obscenities at the mec. You laughed as he drew closer to you, his body leaned into your side and his lips grazed your earlobe.

“I’m going to fuck you in every goddamn room of that Heaven’s Gate looking motherfucker’s house.”

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[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

Biblical

Deadpool x Reader

A/N: So @bkwrm523​ hounded  (haha) me about this dialogue prompt she had, “ "FINE!  BUT ME AND MY BOOBS will be playing together in the bedroom. ALONE!”. So I caved and added the anon prompt request in my inbox "I'm going to stop you there before you say something that really crosses the line.” And this is the result. Enjoy.

“That was my kill,” you gritted your teeth at the merc, who stood there with his Katanas plunged into your target’s chest. “You son of a bitch, you owe me big time! No, you owe me two grand.”

“What the cheese sticks! I’m sorry lover, but his name was on my gold card,” Deadpool pulled out his swords nice and slow. “You like that huh? I know you do, remember two nights ago in the alley outside Sister Margaret’s?”

Rolling your eyes, you walked over to the dead man and snapped a photo of his body. “Oh you mean those 45 seconds of Pool pleasure?”

The merc with a mouth scoffed and holstered his swords, “Come on! We were both kinda drunk, can’t expect me to perform well under those dire circumcises. Get it? I replaced circumstances with circum-”

“Yeah, I get it idiot,” you sighed and moved down onto the ground, laying down on the puddle of blood. Snuggling your head against the dead man’s chest, you held up your cell to take a selfie. You smiled and held up a bloody thumbs up, “That should do it.”

Wade held out his hand to you, so you grabbed it with the blood stained palm. “Oh, that’s so gross.”

You laughed as the merc attempted to wipe the blood from his hand. “Relax princess. It’s just blood. Listen, this Fryer guy was on my card, picked it up last night.”

Wade pulled off his mask, resting it on top of his head so he could pull out the gold card from one of his belt pouches. “Oh fuck.”

You snatched the gold card from his fingers and read it. “FRIED. SAMUEL FRIED. SAME FIRST NAME. BUT YOUR GUY’S LAST NAME IS FRIED NOT FRYER.”

“What the fuck kinda name is Fried! What he is some kind of poultry?”

You tossed the card on the ground and looked over to Samuel Fryer. “Well, thanks for doing my job. I’m calling this one in, I need the cash.”

“Hold my nut sack, I did this fucking job. I’m getting the cash!” Wade pulled his mask back down and bent down to retrieve his gold card. “And you can go 86 this motherfucker right here.”

“Whatever. I need to kill someone anyway, don’t want to get rusty. But you’re helping,” you grabbed the card and tucked it into your back pocket.

He sighed, "FINE!  BUT ME AND MY BOOBS will be playing together in the bedroom. ALONE!”

You sent the merc a bewildered look and rolled your eyes, “That’s fine by me. I’ll just be in the living room watching super dirty videos on mute.”

“I KNEW IT!”  Wade shook a finger at you, “Naughty, naughty.”

“Yeah, well when I’m only getting 45 seconds of Pool love every night, a girl’s gotta do something,” you smirked cocking your hip and resting a hand on it.

"I'm going to stop you there before you say something that really crosses the line," he warned taking a step toward you. “You know, I don’t hear you complaining when I’m fucking you ten ways into Sunday. I mean, the neighbors probably think my name is Jesus by now.”

“Well, Jesus,” you pulled Wade closer by his belt. “Let’s go take care of this Fryer guy and you can make up for your sins.”

“Fuck me, I love when you talk biblical.”

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[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

Considering

Jim Kirk x Reader: Fluff.

A/N: This is for @outside-the-government ‘s Winter Blues Challenge. I was given the prompt:  “Dr. McCoy told me he’d had a patient with some weird symptoms in today… I didn’t tell him I happened to have the same thing. What the hell did you give me?!”

The walk to Kirk’s living quarter was usually a brisk short journey from your lab, but each step felt like you were on a rocky boat. Your stomach was turning, mouth was dried and something else was happening to your body, but it was far too embarrassing to even admit to yourself. Still, there was only one person to blame.

James Tiberius Kirk.

Just as you got to his cabin, the door slid open and the handsome captain came strolling out with a smile. “Beautiful, there you are. I just got word Starfleet approved our three day shore leave, me and you baby. I’m thinking we can finally take the trip to see your folks, haven’t seen them in over a year.”

Your anger soften at his thoughtful words, but then your stomach turned causing you to clutch your buttcheeks together. Racing into the room, you rushed to the bathroom. As soon as the door closed, a loud noise of flatulence left your bottom. You sighed in relief until last night’s dinner came back for round two. Edging toward the toilet, you lifted the seat just in time.

Hearing the noises of you retching in the bathroom, Kirk rushed in. Instantly he flew to your side and pulled back your hair. “Let me call Bones.”

You listened to him speak into his communicator, asking for the doctor to come to his quarters. His hand remained on your back as you reached for the small wash towel on the counter. Wiping your mouth, you fell down onto your bottom. Hands shaking as you pointed a finger at your boyfriend.

“Leonard told me he’d had a patient with some weird symptoms in today… I didn’t tell him I happened to have the same thing. What the hell did you give me?!”

Kirk laughed in amusement and shook his head, “What are you talking about?”

Feeling too weak to stand up, you leaned against the toilet. “You made me dinner last night and all this morning and afternoon I’ve been sick to my stomach. And-and..”

Kirk’s blue eyes soften and he brushed a strand of hair away from your sweaty forehead. “And what beautiful?”

Your eyes narrowed and you whispered in the softest tone,���Gas.”

“What?”

Groaning you repeated the words again louder. “Gas. DAMMIT JIM YOU GAVE ME GAS! I’VE BEEN THROWING UP AND FARTING UP A STORM ALL AROUND THIS FORSAKEN SHIP!”

The captain could not contain his laughter, as he nearly fell over, grabbing a hold of the counter for balance. You pouted and went to smack his arm, but your body was too weak to move.

“Who has gas?”

Leonard McCoy appeared at the door, carrying his medkit and tricorder. Kirk sent you a sympathetic smile, even though he was just laughing at you. “Apparently I gave my beautiful girlfriend gas, Bones.”

The doctor snorted and waltzed into the room. “Well if that’s all you gave her, then she lucked out. Move aside Jim.”

You watched Leonard kneel down beside you, moving his medical tricorder up and down your body. He hummed softly as he looked through your vitals. “I don’t think you have the same bug my other patient had. This looks more like food poison.”

“See,” you glared at Kirk, who smiled softly and mentioned a glass of water. Your eyes flickered to Leonard, who was focusing too hard on the tricorder. “Am I dying, doctor? Give it to me straight.”

“It’s a good thing you have such a sense of humor,” he placed the device down and smiled softly at you. “You’re going to need it, parenthood is a real hoot darlin’.”

Your heart stopped just as Jim walked in with your glass of water. His eyes went from you to Leonard who was smirking like an idiot, “Is she going to be okay?”

The doctor stood up and walked over to his friend, “Oh she’s going to be fine, considering.”

“Considering what, Bones?”

“The poor girl’s pregnant with your kid, Jimmy boy.”

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More Than You Know

Jim Kirk X Reader, angst/fluff

Requested by @supernaturallymarvellous & @makemyownwonderland with the prompts:  "I need you. More than you know.", "Why are you so surprised all the time?" & “Just admit that you enjoy having me around.”

Plague.

That was the one word you would use to describe Jim Kirk.

Well, it wasn’t quite fair, but you were avoiding him like the damn plague. It had been months since the incident, but it was still hard to look him in the eye. And he was completely unaware of the effect that it all had on you.

So as you walked down the corridor toward the turbolift, you jumped back when Jim rounded the corner and nearly bumped into you.

His hands flew to your shoulder to avoid a collision and his lips formed a sweet smile. “Why are you so surprised all the time?”

You backed away from his touch with your eyes glued to the ground. “Scotty needs me in the transporter room.”

Hurrying away from the handsome captain, your heart dropped at the sound of footsteps rushing toward you.

“Wait a minute,” Jim appeared at your side and gave you a soft smirk.

“I’m busy, Captain.”

He laughed and shook his head, “Scotty will manage. We hardly get together anymore, what happened?”

With every ounce of willpower, you don’t meet his gaze. “I’ve been busy.”

“Oh come on! You use to always find time for me, just admit it,” he teased, nodding to a fellow crew member who strolled by. The two of you get to the turbolift and he motioned for you to get in first. You let out a low sigh when he followed right behind you, Jim leaned against the wall and called out for the correct deck. Finally taking the bait, you asked what you were suppose to admit.

“Just admit that you enjoy having me around. That you’re just too shy to say so, that’s all.

His words are playful banter, but he hit it right on the mark. Of course you enjoyed being around Jim, you were in love with the man. The lift came to a calm stop and as soon as the door slid open, you were walking out. Your feet moved quickly through the hallway, wanting to get to Scotty and away from Jim.

“Y/N! Hold on a minute,” Jim called out and he found himself jogging to catch up to you. When he drew closer, his hand pulled your shoulder back lightly. “What’s going on?”

The pulsing of your blood ran warm through your veins and tears fell down your face, afraid to turn around. You shook your head and told him you were fine, but it wasn’t enough for the man. It took both of his hands to turn a shaking you around, to face him. His blue eyes panicked as the tears flowed from your eyes.

“No, don’t do that,” he lifted his hand to your cheek, rubbing away the wetness from your skin. “What did I do? How can I fix it?”

Summoning the courage to finally speak, you sobbed the raw truth out. “You died Jim.”

And it hit the captain like a brick to the head.

But it had been months since the incident and he was alive.

“I’m here, I’m here,” he cupped your face with his hands, forcing you to look into his eyes. “Don’t you see me?”

Lips trembled, your head shook violently and a painful cry left your throat. “You died Jim! You were gone, even for that brief moment I knew..”

Jim’s heart dropped and everything made sense. The high and dry feeling he had after, when you stopped showing up in his office or waiting up late for him, so the two of you could share a few private moments. He thought you had became uninterested and truthfully it killed him. But he had hope you’d come around eventually and now he knew, you were hurting the entire time.

“Baby,” Jim’s voice was coated in concern.

“I knew,” you repeated through tears. “I knew what life felt like without you. It was too painful and I couldn’t handle it.”

Your eyes fell down to Jim’s chest, they stung through the tears. “I-I dIdn’t want to feel that ever again, so I’ve been avoiding you like the plague.”

Jim chuckled out a sigh. “Oh baby, I’m not going anywhere.”

“I can’t Jim, don’t you understand I need you. More than you know and I can’t do this,” you tried to pull from his hands, but he shook his head.

“No, I’m not letting you walk away. I love you.”

Your eyes jerked up, “What did you just say?”

He smiled, moving his head closer to yours. “I love you, I’m in love with you. And you have to know, when I was dying my last thought was you. The last sound I heard was that horrible noise you make when something is funny. You know, when you snort a little?”

You snorted through your nose and Jim’s face lit up. “That’s it!”

The two of you chuckled and Jim pressed his forehead against yours. His fingers rubbed at your cheeks and he opened his mouth slightly to speak, but you cut him off.

“I love you, Jim. I just don’t want to lose you.”

“You’ll never lose me, beautiful. I need you just as much.”

“Kiss me, Jim,” your whispered plea was all the permission the captain needed. WIthin a second, his lips were on yours. They were soft and plump, knowing exactly how to move against your own lips. Your hands slid up around his neck, pulling him closer to you. All that time you had wasted being afraid vanished into thin air as his lips danced against yours.

You finally had the man you loved.

There was nothing more that you needed.

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[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

Retirement

Steve Rogers x Reader

Requested by @girl-next-door-writes with the prompt, “I’m not asking you to forget what I’ve done. I’m asking for a chance.” 

Nerves wrecked your entire body as you walked into the room, knowing very well Steve was going to be there. The two of you had not talked since everything with the Accords went down and you hadn’t seen him since the regrettable show down at the airport in Germany. The guilt that you felt when Steve looked at you when you signed, it killed you everyday. You had loved him from the moment the two of you met and things were headed to a great place, but it had been put on the back burner and when Ross brought the Sokovia Accords to the table, it was the coffin on the nail of whatever relationship the two of you could have had.

You were torn between signing and being loyal to Steve, but you had too much blood on your hands and it seemed like the right thing to do. So you signed and retired, hung up your Avenger’s hat and became a civilian. That is until the threat of Thanos loomed over the entire world and Tony came a knocking. So you waltzed into the conference room, instantly locking eyes with the billionaire who grinned up at you.

“The prodigal daughter returns from a lowly life of civilian solitude,” he held out his hands to you and you smiled at the jerk.

‘I was in California, eating healthy, enjoying my days of hiking, the LA nightlife and being far away from this damn city,” you hugged him tightly and pulled away with a smirk.

“It’s good to hear you’ve been doing well,” Steve’s voice came from behind you and your heart sank as you moved away from Tony.

“Yeah, this is going to get awkward, so I’m just going to-,” Tony pointed over to Natasha and walked away.

You turned to face Steve, not an ounce ready for his intense blue eyes or the small smile on his lips. Or the fact that your feelings for the man never left you, no matter how much distance you had put between him and you.

“It’s good to see you, Y/N,” Steve’s words were filled with sincerity and you could only manage a pathetic smile.

“I-I need to go, I’m sorry I shouldn’t be here. I’m retired,” you stormed out of the room in a panic and practically sprinted through the hall. You saw the glass door that lead to a small balcony and flew out into the fresh air, feeling like a complete coward. You walked over to the railing and hung your head low, trying to calm yourself. The city hustled down below, cabs drove by and people were headed to work or lunch. While it had only been two years, it felt like a lifetime since you left New York and any hope of being with Steve behind. Maybe it wasn’t such a great idea to take Tony’s call and come back, your life in California was easy. But there was no doubt it was missing the action you loved and Steve, god you missed him everyday.

Hearing footsteps coming up from behind, you don’t turn to see who it was. Steve walked over to you and leaned against the railing, facing the Tower. He tilted his head to look at you and saw the conflict on your face.

“Sorry you got dragged into this, so retirement that good, huh?”

You chuckled drily, but didn’t meet his gaze. “It’s always easy to run away from your problems, from things you fucked up.”

He crossed his arms against his chest and sighed, “We’ve all-”

“-no, Steve,” you finally looked up at him and shook your head. “Don’t do that, don’t try to apologize for me. Make excuses up for why I did what I did. Why I chose the side I did.”

“What did you do? We all did the right thing, what we believed was the right thing,” Steve’s hand went to your shoulder, pushing you to face him.  “I see it now, I get it. Maybe I don’t agree with it, but you had to do what was right for you.”

A tear fell from your eyes and quickly you wiped it away. “No, it can’t be that easy. Just to forgive and forget.”

Steve chuckled and shrugged, “Maybe it is.”

You gripped the railing and went quiet, because the guilt was overtaking you as Steve stood there, ready to forgive you.

“What? You want me to be angry at you, pretend that walking into that room and seeing you standing there, didn’t make me happy?”

His words caught you by surprise, but still you can’t bring yourself to look at him, instead focusing on the cars below.

“Okay fine,” Steve sighed with exhaustion. “I’m mad at you, I can’t believe you signed the Accords and took Tony’s side.”

Your head snapped up to Steve, who was smiling softly and you knew then, he meant not a single word. He was just doing it for your benefit, so you straightened up and finally spoke the words you had practiced over and over again, for the last 730 days.

“I’m not asking you to forget what I’ve done, Steve. I’m asking for a chance, a chance to say sorry for leaving your side. For being so selfish and signing the Accords because all I could see when I looked down at my hands was blood. I should have realized it wasn’t just about me, but the whole team. And if I had thought about it more clearly, you bet your ass I would have been right at your side.”

Tears fell down your face, but your voice never weaken. You were finally getting the chance to say what needed to be said. “Steve, these last two years have been torture. The last time I saw you, you were running with Bucky and our friends were being hauled to prison. I’ve been haunted by the fact that I turned my back on the man I love. I’m so sorry.”

Your eyes dropped to the ground, not ready to hear what Steve had to say about your little confession at the end of that winded speech. If rejection was coming your way, it felt deserving. But then you felt a hand on your shoulder, moving it’s way up to your neck. Lifting your gaze from the ground up to Steve, he’s grinning.

“You don’t have to apologize, I was never angry at you. I just missed you so much,” Steve’s smile faded as he brought his head down to yours. His lips connected with yours and all the shame vanished away. Your hands went around his neck and he wrapped an arm around you waist, pulling you tight against his chest.

“I love you,” he muttered in between kisses. Smiling against his lips, you slowly broke the kiss and rubbed a thumb over his cheek.

“So,” Steve smirked. “Does this mean retirement is over?”

You shrugged nonchalantly and grinned. “Retirement isn’t what it’s cracked up to be.”

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Whatever happens, happens

Steve Rogers x Reader, angst.

So say goodbye to me. If I never see you again, at least we had the sun. 

The world was spinning round, you were slipping in and out of unconscious. There was plenty of yelling ringing in your ears, a hand on your face and tears spilling onto your skin. But they did not belong to you, it was far worse. This was why you vowed to stay away, to keep things at bare minimum. When things grew too intimate, emotions entangle themselves into knots that can not be undone.

And this is why you kept things light.

For moments like this.

Your body convulsed under the soldier, scraping fingernails down his naked back. He groaned as he gave you his all, spilling into you in slow jerks. Your hips were unable to stop moving, it felt to good. Too raw.  

He slowed his movements lifting his hand to your face, brushing away the damped hair from your flushed forehead. Mesmerizing blue eyes smiled down at you as your head collapsed onto the fluffy pillow. The man kissed your forehead before pushing himself off you and down onto the mattress. The two of you laid breathlessly quiet, waiting for the other to speak. But it was always him.

“Thirsty? I’m thirsty, you tired me out.” Steve Rogers, the world’s greatest hero jumped up from your bed in nothing but his birthday suit.

“That super serum must be wearing off,” you teased reaching over for your discarded shirt on the end of the bed. Pulling it over your chest, you moved off the bed to slip on your black sweats. “I have to go see Stark, he’s customizing my weapons.”

Steve walked over to the mini-fridge you had in your room and nodded. “Shiny new guns, huh? Well, will I see you later?”

You caught the water bottle he tossed your way and shrugged casually. “Whatever happens, happens.”

He nodded his head, but his eyes fell to the ground. Sighing you walked around the bed and grabbed his light blue boxes off the carpet. “Casual, remember? It’s easier that way, Rogers.”

You gave the man a sympathetic smile and pressed his boxes into his chest. “I’m sorry, but you know the arrangement. I’ll understand if you can’t do it.”

His eyes gazed up from the ground to you and he managed a smile. “I’m a big boy. Go, I’m sure Tony is anxious to show you whatever updates he made.”

Leaving without pressing a kiss onto his lips, like you wanted to, you left the man standing alone in your room.

Because it was better that way.

The sky was bright blue and it was beautiful.

A great way to go out, you thought as the numbness started to take over. Keep it light, don’t think about him. Don’t think about the way he smiled when his eyes met yours across the conference room for the very first time, when Stark introduced the two of you. Or the way he made you laugh like no one ever had or the feelings you tucked deep into the corner of your heart, because it was better that way. No one got hurt. No one cried.

But he was crying now.

His tears were dripping onto your face as he held you in his lap. And you hated it, it burned you with every drop. This was why you wanted to avoid feelings and it’s deceiving comfort. He was hurting now and there was nothing you could do.

Or was there?

“Steve,” you gurgled up blood, hand reached for his face but you were too weak from the hit.

“Don’t talk,” he cried out, brushing the matted hair from your face. “It’s okay, you’re going to be okay.”

You coughed and shut your eyes, thinking of all the time you wasted. Freely gave up because it was easier that way.

Those entangled emotions.

Webbing your life into a deceiving comfort.

And now you had a mere moments left with the man you loved.

Not much time to contemplate a confession or a refusal to acknowledge the love you had for Steve. 

Which would be worse?

 Would he feel better knowing you had loved him?

 Or would being silent make it easier for him to move on, from an unrequited love?

You were slipping.

“Steve,” your eyes opened to his beautifully dirty face, covered in sweat and blood. “I-I..”

He quickly leaned his head down toward your face, trying to put on a brave smile as his eyes continued to well up in tears. “You’re going to be okay, they’re coming.”

Your lips were dried, throat raw with blood. “Whatever happens, happens.”

Keep it light, it’s better that way.

Steve chuckled softly and prepared himself to repeat those words. 

The words he knew you used to mask it all up, the feelings you had for him. The love you held in place, because you were afraid to get close. He knew it, always did. So he pressed a last kiss onto your lips and decided to give in to what you needed.

A deceiving comfort.

“That’s right. Whatever happens, happens.“

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Imagine Steve catching you sneaking off

Requested by @netflixa with the prompts: “Can I ask you why you wanna push your luck? ‘Cause that’s what you’re doing,” &  “Not that my choices are any of your business, but I’ve turned over a new leaf.” Tags under the cut. 

"Can I ask you why you wanna push your luck? ‘Cause that’s what you’re doing,” the familiar voice coming from behind you hit a nerve and you sighed to calm yourself down.

Spinning around, you holster your katana and smiled at Captain America himself, “Not that my choices are any of your business, but I’ve turned over a new leaf.”

“A new leaf, huh?” Steve smirked skeptically and strolled right up to you. “Is that why you’re leaving in the middle of the night?”

“You caught me,” you retorted with false innocence.

Steve’s smile faded and actual concern fell upon his face, “Come on, Y/N. What are you doing?”

Pulling down your black hood, you shrugged. “I’m trying to make things right, I’m going to help my friend.”

“We’re your friends,” his hand reached over and landed on your shoulder; the warmth killed you.

“You of all people should understand the position I am in,” you scoffed and looked down at your watch. He was expecting you soon. “I have to go, he needs my help.”

“Murdock is a big boy, we have bigger things to fight,” his own words made him wince, because Steve knew what you were feeling.

“You sound like Tony,” you remarked with a tiny bit of disgust. “I fucked up and ran from my problems, leaving Matt to deal with the aftermath. I left Hell’s Kitchen and became an Avenger.”

Steve removed his hand and looked toward the door, “You’re going to get hurt.”

“I always do,” you chuckled. “Jesus, Steve. We’re all fighting the same battle here, you do see that right?”

“Yeah,” Steve’s voice was filled with remorse. “I get it, do what you have to.”

“But?” You asked with suspicion.

Steve stepped toward you, lifting his palm to your face. His blue eyes soften and a small sad smile appeared on his face. “Come back to me, in one piece.”

You grinned and clutched the front of his shirt, pulling him down to your lips. He kissed you gently, wrapping his arms around your waist. You groaned into his mouth and tugged at his blond locks.

“I have to go,” you whispered in between kisses, slowly breaking your lips from his.

“Yeah,” he managed a tight smile and cleared his throat. “Don’t get yourself killed.”

“Well, I have something to come back to now,” you patted Steve’s chest and winked at him.

He watched you walk toward the door and he couldn’t do it. There was no way he was going to let you walk out of that door alone, so he called out your name. When you turned to see what he wanted, he was already in front of you. “Give me a minute, let me go suit up.”

Laughing, you followed him out the door. “Oh, Matt’s gonna love this.”

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[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

The One, Part 7

Jim Kirk x Reader

Warnings: angst.

Summary: It had been years since you had last since Jimmy. The two of you were highschool sweethearts, until you parted ways. After a horrible breakup with your two timing ex-fiance, you transfer to the U.S.S Enterprise. Finally coming face to face with the boy you left behind. Can the two of you work alongside each other in peace? Or will the past come back to haunt you?

Masterlist

“I hope you’re happy, I told him,” you stood in front of Leonard, eyes red and puffy. He sighed in relief, but brought a hand to your shoulder.

“Don’t be mad at me, he had to be told.”

“I know,” you smiled weakly at your friend. “I’m just projecting the guilt and anger I feel onto you.”

“Oh, so you’re taking it well I see,” Leonard smirked and motioned for you to follow him into his office. The door closed behind you and the doctor walked over to his desk, “I think it’s time for a little afternoon delight.”

“That’ what got me pregnant in the first place.” The sarcasm rolled off your tongue and the man just snorted.

“Oh, you’re just one fluffy ball of delight. Come on, a little whiskey will ease the guilt.”

The two of you sat at his desk, you took a extra large sip of the whiskey and rejoiced in the smoothness that ran down your throat. After a few minutes in comfortable silence, Leonard asked how Jim took it.

“Superb! He was just so elated!”

“Come off it,” Leonard scolded.

“How do you think he took it? He looked so devastated, but we never got beyond the “Jim, I was pregnant ” part. He was called to the Bridge.”

Leonard leaned back into his desk chair and gave you a soft smile. “You two just need to talk it over. Explain what happened, Jim’s a reasonable man.”

You raised an eyebrow at the doctor’s sweet notion and he rolled his eyes. “Well, he can be reasonable.”

“Leonard, he loved him once and I kept the fact that he had a son hidden for years. He’s not going to forgive me and he shouldn’t. I hope he hates me,” you looked down at your drink and brought it to your lips. “I should transfer back to the USS Inquisitor. Or better yet, leave the Fleet altogether. Go home for a while, I miss my folks. Maybe finish my art schooling, it’s never too late.”

Leonard sat up and frowned at you. “You’re the best head nurse I’ve ever had, you can’t just run away from your problems.”

You sat quietly knowing what he was saying was true, but still. Jim didn’t need you around his ship, as a constant reminder of the son he never had the chance to father. It wasn’t fair to him and if it meant that he could have some sort of peace, you’d gladly give up being a nurse.

Truthfully, you never really wanted to be a nurse. The night of the argument Jim and you had, his words had stung you badly, especially when he mentioned the plans you two had. “That wasn’t the plan! You left to study art and you’re a nurse! A nurse!”

He was right, you’re entire life all you ever wanted was to focus on your artwork. To be a painter and open your own studio, but everything changed when Sammy was born. Even after you had him, being at the art school felt empty. It was a nagging reminder of all the things you gave up, specifically Jim. You had lost all the motivation and passion you once had for creating new art, so you finished the high school program and graduated, switching to nursing after Thomas mentioned he could help you get into the Academy eventually.

“I can’t be here anymore, it’s not right,” you downed the rest of the drink and stood up, the alcohol rushed through your body. “I need to do what’s best for Jim. And if that means leaving, then well, it was good working with you Leonard. You’ve been a great friend.”

He opened his mouth to speak, but the door to his office slid open and Jim walked in. His eyes immediately went to the glass in your hands and he looked over to Leonard, who groaned. You placed the glass down and quietly thanked your friend for the drink, with your head held high and liquid courage running through your veins, you strolled over to Jim. The hurt on his face killed you and only made what you were about to say easier.

“Captain, I’m putting in for my official transfer. I’ll fill out the report and have it sent to you,” you voice was steady, but a tiny part of you, the childish part of you, wanted him to refuse. To hold you and tell you everything would be fine, but the two of you weren’t 17 anymore. This was the right thing to do, to disappear from Jim’s world.

“Are you sure?” His eyes flickered to you and in that instant, you almost broke. But you cleared your throat and nodded. “I-I’ll send it to Starfleet and I’m sure they’ll find a place for you somewhere else.”

Letting out a soft breath, you smiled weakly and walked out the room.

“She’s not  planning to transfer to another ship,” Leonard looked up from his drink and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his desk. Jim turned around to see the door close and walked over to the desk, lifting the glass you had just drank from.

“So you’re drinking together,” he haphazardly set the glass down and crossed his arms against his chest.

“The pair of you are going to kill me, have a seat Jim.”

The captain does what he is told and takes a seat across from Leonard. “She’s leaving Starfleet.”

Jim’s eyes jerked from his lap, “What are you talking about?”

“She’s quitting.”

“Why would she..” Jim’s voice trailed off, bringing a hand to the back of his neck.

“Listen don’t be mad, but I know about your son,” Leonard’s eyes watched Jim for any distressed, but he just let out a soft sigh. “I accidently found out, saw her medical records. I was gonna tell you, but I knew you needed to hear it from her. I’m sorry, Jim.”

“Don’t be,” Jim looked up at his best friend and shrugged. “It’s fine. You weren’t the one hiding the fact that I’m someone’s dad.”

“You get it, right?” Leonard grabbed a clean glass and poured some whiskey into it, sliding it over to Jim. “I mean, the two of you were kids! Listen, I love Joanna, but I don’t think I could have been a dad at 17.”

“She hid it from me, Bones. I lost all those years with my son,” Jim pushed away the glass and leaned back into his chair.

“She shouldn’t have lied, don’t you think she knows that? Can’t you just for a single moment imagine how she feels? She had to keep it locked away for all these years, it’s been eating away at her all this time.”

“I would have wanted to keep him,” Jim admitted freely, not bothering to look at his friend.

“Maybe she knew that,” Leonard pointed out with no satisfaction. “You’re the damn Captain of the greatest ship in the fleet! God man, do you think this would have happened if you stuck around Iowa raising a kid?”

Jim pursed his lips, because he was rendered speechless.

“Can’t you see it, man? I wasn’t there, I don’t know what she was feeling, but I know that she was a kid. A scared kid that made the best decision she could at the time and before you let her walk away. Talk to her, try to see where she is coming from. Get the answers you need and then if you have to, let her go man. Just let her go.”

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Flame On

Deadpool x Reader 

Requested by @the-great-irene with the prompts: “Aren’t you tired of being the villian?” & “Be careful with those boxes. They’re heavy.” Thank you! This helped me get out of my Deadpool rut!

The room was in shambles as you rummaged through the belongings of your roommate’s room. It had only been a week but you couldn't stand the thought of her things going stale in the closed off room. Anger boiled your veins and tears ran from your eyes as you picked up the blue sweater you had bought her last Christmas. It was all your fault.

Your head jerked from the cotton sweater when a sound from the living room startled you. Rushing out of the room with your hand extended out, a beautifully warm ball of fire hovered over your open palm.

“Whoa, don't roast me. I taste awful,” Wade was on the ground and your eyes flickered to the window he had crawled through.

Sighing, the flame slowly died from your hand and you stared down at the merc.

“I have a door,” your voice was filled with false annoyance. Wade stood up and brushed off his knees, he reached around to his ass and pulled out a wedgie from his suit. The sight made you chuckle and he snapped his head toward you.

“She lives,” he joked pulling his mask up from his face, resting it on his forehead.

You turned and walked back into Jean’s room. “What do you need Wade.”

He followed right behind you and walked over to the bed.

“Just wondering if you were still going to do that thing you talked about doing,” he asked causally slumping down onto the edge of the bed.

“Get off her bed,” you whispered. You threw the blue sweater into the keep pile and looked up at Wade, who quickly jumped up from the bed. “Do me a favor, take those boxes in front of the bookcase to the living room.Jean’s sister is coming for her things.”

Wade gave you a salute before strolling over to the boxes. “Be careful with those boxes. They’re heavy,” you advised with a grim frown.

“The ones in my head or those?” Wade pointed at his head then the cardboard boxes on the floor. You rolled your eyes and ignored his question.

“Holy mother of shit!”

“I told you they were heavy,” you replied with a sigh. “Need help?”

“No..no..I don’t need my back or anything,” Wade retorted with huff and held the box to his chest.  You let a small smile show itself and pushed Wade out the door. “Just put it by the door.”

Wade trudged over to the door and placed the box down, reaching up to his mask and ripping it off his forehead. “So, about your suicide mission.”

You plopped onto the couch and reclined your head back. “Peter already gave me a lecture, definitely don’t need one from you.”

Wade’s body fell down next to yours, he swung his head to face you and brought a finger to your nose giving it a little poke. “Oh, no. I think it’s a great fool proof revenge plan.”

“Well,” you flickered a wrist upward and little flames appeared in the air, dancing around as you swirled your fingers. “Peter was not happy about it.”

“Spideypool is a wet blanket, did he give you the “Aren’t you tired of being the villain?” spiel?”

You laughed and nodded, “Sure did.”

Wade rolled his eyes and moved closer to you, his knees touched yours relaxing your entire body up. “Peter’s a hero, we aren’t.”

You looked over to Wade, his eyes were staring right at you, with a smirk on his face. You  reached down for his hand, the feel of the material from his suit cooled your burning skin. “There’s no real difference between a hero and villain. We’re all people who think we’re doing the right thing. And I’m going to do the right thing for Jean.”

“So you’re gonna kill those sorry assholes! I’ve been itching for a fight,” Wade’s face lit up and he clapped his hands together. “My little killing machine is back!”

You tried to hold back a grin when he pulled you onto his lap, but Wade was the only good thing you had now. Jean had been killed  because of you. Those assholes wanted to make you weak, but they should have realized they were only fueling the fire, quite literally too. Snuggling into his chest, your head dipped back and a genuine smile pulled from your lips. “You do the slicing and I’ll be all,“Flame On!”

The merc with a mouth nodded furiously, “Hell yeah, that’s what I’m talking about!”

“We’ll get those bastards for Jean,” you sighed contently, feeling relieved to know he had your back.

Wade’s hand flew to your chin and he pulled you toward his face, you stared into his eyes for a moment before locking lips with the handsome devil. His lips kissed you softly, but his hand moved right to your breasts and you couldn't help but chuckle against his mouth. Teasing the merc, your hand hovered near his face and he yelled when the warmth of you flame became too hot.

“No! No! Not the suit, you know how long it took to fix the last hole you burnt into it!”

“You were totally into it,” you mused pulling the flame away from his face and letting it evaporate in the air. He just groaned in response and drew you down onto his chest, the two of you sat quietly until Wade could bare it no longer. 

“Can you believe they used the same actor to play both Human Torch and Captain America?”

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