#tony finds the most ridiculous shirts

[lokigodofmyheart]

RED FLOWER

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Words: 1.939

Summary: Tony and Y/N went to a mission together.

Warning/Content: smut, sex pollen

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Rogers said the base was abandoned and there was no reason to go the whole team, so Y/N and Tony were the chosen ones to go. As they stepped off the jet and walked to the base, they were meet with a field of red flowers. 

“This is...odd.” Y/N says as they walk in the grass. 

“Seems like every HYDRA base we've raided. But I agree, kinda weird to have a garden.” Tony picked one up in his hand. 

Y/N looked at him, rolling her eyes “Really? You’re picking the weird HYDRA flower?” 

“It's a flower. Not gonna hurt me.” Stark says, looking at the flower in his hand and then at her “You worry too much...” He brought the flower closer and sniffed it “It smells nice.” 

“Don’t smell the flower, Stark!!” Y/N could not believe he was doing that. Was he stupid or something? “What if it’s poisonous?” 

Stark rolled his eyes looking at her “Nothing is going to happen, relax. You're being paranoid.” 

“It’s HYDRA, I’m not being even enough paranoid.” 

Tony laughs as they kept waking to get in the base, with the flower on his hand “You really think they'd make a flower that kills people? That's a little ridiculous.” he teased, waving the flower in front of her face.  

She pushes his hand away from her face. He was right, the flower did smell nice “I swear, if I die because you made smell a flower...”  

“You will not die.” he shoved it into her face, chuckling. Y/N, again, pushed his hand away from her face. 

“Let’s get over with this mission, I’m feeling a creepy vibe from here.” She says, as they kept waking. Inside of the base, most of the floor was covered in grass and the same flower.  

“Did they decide to start a flower shop or something?” he said as he looked at the sea of flowers in front of them. Stark had to admit that Y/N was right, that seems creepy. 

Y/N took a deep breath while they walk. The whole place smelled like the flower “Something’s not right here, Stark...the base is abandoned and full of flowers?” 

“You won’t die because of those flowers.” Tony says, rolling his eyes once again. 

“But what if we do?”  

“You won’t. We won’t. Relax. It’s creepy, but they won’t kill us.”  

They started to walk more into the base, checking the rooms, but all they found was empty places, totally abandoned and again, full of flowers. As they kept checking, they start feeling the temperature rising.  

Tony was the first one to speak “Is it just me, or is it getting hot in here?” 

“No, it’s hot...” Y/N noticed thermostat on the wall, and when she saw it was the same temperature that before, she found even weirder “Huh...” 

Stark pulled a little at the neck of his shirt, a bit uncomfortable “Yeah, something is definitely wrong.” 

Finally, they found a room that wasn’t empty, just abandoned. There was a few computers and papers. Y/N looked at Tony “Let’s see if we find anything so we can go.” Tony agreed, going to check the computers, but none of them worked. He was getting more and more frustrated with this mission.  

Y/N kept looking at the papers in front of her, until she found something. It wasn’t good. Not even a little. “Uh...Tony?” 

“Yeah?” He says, getting closer to her. 

“What exactly are you feeling?” 

“I don't know... hot? Really uncomfortable...” he mumbled, tugging at his pants. Y/N looked at the paper and then back at him, and her face wasn’t good. “What is it?” 

“So...that flower is the reason this place is abandoned. According to these papers here, they tried to make one and they started multiplying faster than they could control...” 

“And...?” Tony looks at her curiously, he knew that was more. 

“And this flower release an... aphrodisiac pollen...” 

“What?” he paused, looking at her confused “Are you telling me these flowers release a... sex pollen?” 

Y/N nods, looking at the paper “Oh, and hear that. They kill you if you try to resist the effects.” She glares at him. “Who would thought the weird flower at HYDRA base would kill us...” 

Tony took a deep breath, assimilating the new information “Okay, so maybe you were right...” 

“Maybe??” 

“Don't rub it in.” he mumbled, feeling hotter by the second “This thing works stupidly fast too...” 

She nods, agreeing “We’re still exposed to the pollen. We have to get out of her and go back to the compound, maybe Bruce can think of something...” 

Stark nodded, trying to control himself as they started to walk towards the exit. Every step he took was a struggle “Sounds good. God, I feel like I had a whole pack of Viagra.” Y/N chuckles, but she wasn't feeling any better than him. Walking got very difficult to Tony as he started to get increasingly more uncomfortable and his mind started to wander. He started to look at Y/N bit too often, trying to ignore the thoughts he was having. 

It didn't take long for them to reach the jet, and as soon they were in, Y/N was already speaking “JARVIS, home. Now.” 

“JARVIS, how long until we get home?” Was Tony’s time to ask. 

“Forty minutes, Mr. Stark.”  

“Forty minutes?” he groaned, getting more uncomfortable. His jeans were feeling very tight, and he could feel his cock already hard enough and throbbing with need. Y/N didn't miss the tent on his pants. She was having trouble with how drenched her panties were and seeing Tony that hard wasn’t helping her need. 

He was trying not to move too much, but the uncomfortable feeling was starting to get really bad. He wanted, no, NEEDED to do something “Turn around.” 

“What?” Y/N was already out of breath, the arouse making hard for her to think of anything. 

“Just, turn around.” he said in a deeper, raspy voice. 

“That won’t help and you know it.” 

Tony groaned, feeling more frustrated” I know. But I need to do something, so please, just turn around.” he begged with a very obvious plead in his voice. 

Y/N did what he wanted. She could hear when he opened his pants and when it fell to the ground. She could hear the low moan he let when he touched his cock and she could hear in the silent jet the sound of his hand masturbating himself. She tried to do the same, opening her pants and letting her hand slide in her folds. Her panties were already ruined when she starts touching herself. It didn’t help. Not her, not Tony. If anything, just made them feel even worse. 

“This isn’t helping...” Tony says, breathing hard already, still stroking himself. 

“No...” Y/N answers with her hands still in her pants. 

He took a deep breath “God, why is this taking so long? JARVIS, how much time?” 

“Thirty minutes, sir.” Came the electronic voice. 

Tony closed his eyes, taking a deep breath again “Okay...thirty minutes...we can survive thirty minutes, right?” 

“We won’t.” Y/N sighs “We will burn from inside out and when we land, we will be already dead...” 

He swallowed hard, the thoughts going through his head were making everything worse “I need to- need to do something...” 

“The only way is if we fuck.” 

“Well, I ain't arguing with you there.” he said with a slightly deeper voice, very clearly struggling to stay still and control himself “Come over here...” 

Y/N didn't need to be told twice. She turns back to him, seeing his cock free and hard and walked to him. He groaned the second she was close enough, feeling his heart racing. He put his hand on her hips and pulled her on him, making Y/N fall straddling him. He bit his lip to control himself, putting his arms around her waist as he moved involuntarily his hips. 

She let out a soft moan, not wasting any time to undress him. It was a blurry as they took each other’s clothes and, in a minute, she was naked on his lap, feeling his cock brushing against her pussy. He groaned feeling her wetness on him, before he let his lips find her neck and started kissing a sensitive spot. A low moan came out of her lips, and her hips involuntarily rocked against his, needing the friction. 

He started to pant, kissing the sensitive spot a bit harder while he holding her hips in a firm grip, starting to guide her movements as he was getting impatient. 

“Tony...I need you.” She says in a moan. 

“I need you too...” he panted, moving his hand on the back of her thigh to support her as he stands up and back her on the jet wall. He pressed his body against hers, pinning her on the wall. He looked at her one last time to make sure she was okay.  

Y/N gave him a small nod and Tony didn’t waste any time to align himself with her entrance and slowly entering her. She let out a moan and Tony groans, the feeling much more intense than any sex they had before because of the pollen. 

Tony looked at her, watching her reaction as he pulled almost all out and then in. Y/N moans again. He tried to be slow at first, but the pollen was making so hard that without noticing, he was thrusting on her hard and fast, losing the gentleness, grabbing her hips a little harder. 

His mouth found the spot on her neck again, sucking on the skin. He had his mind going blank, everything he could focus on was the pleasure he was feeling and how good she felt around him. 

“Tony...” She moans his name “I-I’m...” 

He knew what she wanted to say. Hell, he could feel her tightening around him already “Cum for me...”. Y/N barely holds another second before she clenched around his cock, making Tony moan at the feeling. She arched her back from the wall was she moans his name.  

Her orgasm and the pollen made it for him. He came right after her, holding her even tighter on his body and thrusting on her as he rides out his climax. Tony collapsed back on the seat, keeping Y/N's leg around him. They were breathing hard after the intense sex they had, but now they didn't feel the pollen anymore. It worked. Tony was trying to breath normally again, still having her on his lap.  

He ran his fingers through her hair, while he looked at her “God...that felt good...” Y/N only nods, not trusting her voice after that intense orgasm she had. “You okay?” he asked, pulling her hair out of her face. 

Y/N nodded again “...you?” 

“Yeah...yeah...I'm good...” he smiled a little, pulling her a bit closer “Tired as hell, but good.” 

“Sir, we’ll be landing in five.” JARVIS says, interrupting their moment. 

He nodded “Thanks, Jarvis...We better get dressed, before the rest of the team sees us like this.” Y/N gave him a nod, before she pulled herself out of him, still feeling her legs a little weak. Tony looked at her and chuckled, not even trying to hold back his smirk “Your legs are shaking, huh?” 

“That was the pollen, not you.” She says to tease him while they got dressed. 

Tony walked to her with a lust in his eyes I’m more than welcome to prove you wrong when we land.” 

“Your room or mine?” She smirks. 

He returned the smirk “Mine.” 

[arabellamonkey]

tony's stickers of love

stevetony I when Tony prints a couple of "Tony Stark Approved" stickers as a joke, the last thing he expects is to end up covering Steve's heart with them ; written for the lovely cassie <3

also on ao3

It began as a joke.

He just wanted to have a bit of fun with Peter, who’s been bringing him most of his recent chemistry project every other afternoon, asking question after question about how to improve them. At first, Tony just helped him, spending the afternoons working with him on them, and that was the end of it.

But at some point, the idea of creating the stickers appeared in his mind.

It probably happened one of those nights he pulled an all-nighter only fueled by caffeine and a tight deadline; he’s had lots of pretty good ideas in those situations.

So he just did it, as he does with every single idea he has.

And yeah, the first “Tony Stark Approved” sticker went to one of Peter’s chemistry projects, which made the kid ridiculously proud and Tony ridiculously amused.

So of course he kept printing them.

As a matter of fact, he got used to having a couple of stickers always on hand whenever he was out. He didn’t know what he’d end up using them for, but it seemed like a good inside joke with himself. 

That’s how, barely a week later, he gets to grant his next sticker.

They’re in the meeting room in the Avengers Tower, and in the middle of a briefing on a new mission Fury wants to send them on, Steve says something along the lines of, “and what if we try to surprise them using Tony’s last tech? You know, the chameleon skin he’s just developed.”

And aw, shucks , for Cap to suggest using Tony’s tech on a mission is always the highlight of his day, so of course Tony takes advantage of the fact that Steve is sitting right next to him —his body slightly turned towards him, as it always seems to be— and stamps one of his stickers in his forehead as he says, “such a good idea, Cap.”

And well, if the way he frowns in confusion is just way too adorable for Tony to cope with, that’s totally on him.

“What…?” Steve starts to ask, reaching with his hand to touch the sticker. He doesn’t try to pull it off, though.

“Tony Stark Approved,” Clint reads the sticker, and proceeds to cackle so hard he ends up having to hold his tummy. Nat and Thor smile beside him, going as far trying to disguise their own laughs as coughs. “Brilliant!”

“Always am,” Tony smiles widely, enjoying the way Steve’s flushing.

The fact that Steve doesn’t take it off for a while isn’t lost on any of them.

It doesn’t take Tony more than a week to find another excuse to use his stickers. And if this time the winner also happens to be Steve, well, that’s just a coincidence.

They’re lounging on the common room when Steve enters the room wearing a rather tight shirt. Or, more accurately, a shirt that’s sticking to his wet body. He seems to have just taken a shower, and Tony seems to be the only one aware of the fact that Steve’s nipples are clearly visible through the shirt.

So of course he has to take another sticker out and put it over one of them —to protect Steve’s honor, of course. What other reason could there be behind it?

None. None at all.

“What’s this one for?” Steve asks him, touching the sticker with curiosity. He seems to be admiring it, as if he finds being awarded one of those some kind of honor. Tony has to look away when he sees Steve’s expression soften into an amused smile, totally unbothered by Tony’s anctics. Something short circuits in Tony’s mind at the sight.

“Had one to spare,” he mumbles, running to the other side of the couch to cuddle at Bruce’s side. 

And if Steve and Tony spend the rest of the movie night exchanging looks when they think the other one isn’t looking? Well, that’s just another one of the many benefits of his stickers, Tony thinks.

He’s known for only having brilliant ideas, after all.

As time goes by, Tony realizes they’ve fallen into a routine without really meaning to. For one, he’s gotten used to always having a handful of stickers close; just like Steve’s grown used to giving Tony these looks from time to time, as if trying to guess when will be the next time he earns one of them. It almost reminds Tony of a puppy looking for a treat, a comparison he never says out loud.

There’s the time they’re on an incognito mission and Tony’s cover is blown up. In the end, Steve is the one that gets both of them out of there as soon as possible. So of course he gets a sticker in his arms —the same ones he used to carry Tony to safety— for that.

Then there’s the day Steve tried out his new suit, and Tony couldn’t help putting a sticker on his butt. He’ll never forget the way Steve stuttered a question and proceeded to be rendered speechless when Tony smiled at him and answered sweetly, “don’t you agree such an artwork deserves a prize?”

Or the day Steve said something so funny Tony couldn’t stop laughing for ten minutes, which earned him a sticker on his cheek.

The fact that Steve never complains about them, and never takes them off in front of Tony, only fuels this slowly growing tradition even more. Tony’s mind is really simple: as long as he keeps getting positive feedback, he’ll keep printing the stickers.

Curiously, it also ends up being the perfect excuse to spend more time together. Tony’s not sure if Steve realizes how they’ve slowly grown used to spending more and more time together; be it in the gym, where they get used to spar —and where Steve gets a new sticker every time he lets Tony win—, or in the kitchen during the nights where both of them gravitate towards the fridge looking for some remedy to their insomnia.

Of course, Tony gives Steve a sticker every time he makes him some warm milk without Tony needing to actually ask for it. Then they sit shoulder by shoulder in the kitchen aisle, New York’s skyline reflecting in Steve’s eyes as Tony tries very hard to avoid being caught staring.

He’s staring. Every single time.

Time goes by, and by the time Tony suspects this might become another thing he just does out of habit, never to change, Steve decides to prove him wrong.

“Hm, would you stay for a moment?” Steve asks him one morning, after they’ve just finished sparring with the team. All the Avengers have already abandoned the gym, and Tony was about to do so too, until Steve’s voice —full of doubt and hope and everything in between— stops him where he stands.

Tony turns around, and sees Steve standing in the center of the ring. His shoulders are thrown forward, as if he’s trying to make himself look small, and there’s a small smile on his lips.

But what attracts Tony’s attention is the way he keeps reaching for the sticker he’s just stamped on his left arm with his right hand, as if it’s some kind of talisman.

“Sure,” Tony simply answers as he approaches him, hands buried in his pockets. “What’s up?”

“Um, I was wondering…” Steve bites his lips, playing with it as if doing so is going to make the words magically show up. “Would you like to go out sometime?”

Tony blinks, caught off guard.

“As in, just the two of us?” Tony asks, just to make sure he’s hearing right. Are you asking me on a date?

“Yeah,” Steve answers. And, well, there’s no other way to describe the way he says it. It sounds as if Steve is eager to go out with him, which feels wild to Tony. It takes him a couple of seconds to find his own words.

“Okay,” he finally answers, nodding to himself. “Yeah, sure.”

And the way Steve’s whole face illuminates at that answer? Well, if that manages to make Tony’s heart skip a couple of heartbeats, he can only hope he’s the only one to notice.

***

They go out.

First, it’s the movies. Then, dinner in a normal place. Then, dinner in a fancy one.

Then… Well, if it weren’t for the fact that Tony’s a certified genius, he could say he almost loses count of how many dates they go on (no, he doesn’t: he’s perfectly aware they’ve been on nineteen dates so far).

And then… Well, Tony doesn’t expect what comes next.

They’re visiting a gallery Pepper has been pestering Tony about —a gallery Tony is going to exit being the owner of yet two more paintings; the fact that both attracted Steve’s attention first being purely a coincidence, of course—, and they’ve received their fair share of looks.

Or, more specifically, their joined hands have received their fair share of looks. 

Now they’re both tucked away in the shadows, next to the catering tables. Tony might be a bit tipsy, the world pleasantly blurry around its edges as he rests his hip on the table behind him. 

So, of course, when Steve leans forward to clean a breadcrumb from Tony’s lips, Tony can’t help stealing a brief kiss from him. It’s a small, innocent thing. Something that has probably gone unnoticed to everyone there.

And yet, Tony realizes it’s not nothing the moment he takes in Steve’s expression. The way his lips are slightly open as his eyes blink once, twice, even three times, as if expecting the image before him to change. 

Or maybe to make sure he’s not dreaming?

Tony giggles at the thought, taking a sip from his champagne.

“Sorry, Cap, I—” Steve’s lips drown his words the moment his lips collide with his again, robbing him of his breath in a swift move. When Steve separates enough for their lips to stop touching but not enough for Tony to stop feeling Steve’s breath merging with his, Tony sighs, “Oh.”

“Don’t apologize,” Steve says, his voice rough with emotion. “Not if you meant it.”

“I—”

“Did you?” Steve asks.

How can one not mean a kiss? Tony wants to ask. But even he knows that would be a stupid question to ask, and a cruel one at that.

Because that’s the moment he realizes, as he looks at Steve trying to desperately find an answer to his question in his eyes, that he might have been underestimating this thing that’s been growing between them, between sticker and sticker.

“Because I do,” Steve ends up saying before Tony can find his own words. He speaks earnestly, with the kind of passion Tony’s only seen him show in battle. “I think I love you, Tony. I– I think I’ve loved you even before I realized I did.”

Tony gulps, looking up at Steve as if he’s seeing him for the first time. He suspected he wasn’t the one that was starting to have feelings, but he hadn’t allowed himself to build castles in the clouds, not so soon, at least.

But now he can’t just keep doing that, can he? No, of course he can’t, not when Steve is putting his heart in a tray, wrapped up in all these unguarded emotions, all for him to see.

That wouldn’t be fair, of course it wouldn’t. But then again, Steve’s just managed to do what few others could in the past.

He’s left Tony Stark speechless.

Can anyone blame him for taking a sticker out, sticking it over Steve’s heart and leaning forward to kiss him yet again?

It takes him a few seconds before thoughts finally rearrange themselves in his mind; by then, he’s already lost himself in Steve’s arms, unable to pinpoint where his body ends and Steve’s starts.

“I do,” Tony finally whispers, breathless, the confession rolling off his tongue in a relieved sigh. “Of course I do.”

And damn him if Steve’s laugh doesn’t taste like the most intoxicating thing in this world.

[memphisnovels]

Evermore

Chapter 13. Magic carpet ride

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I've had an overwhelming amount of love on this story lately which is so lovely to see! Nadia means a lot to me so I'm eternally grateful that she has been received with such love <3

This chapter includes a large milestone in Pietro and Nadia's relationship.

pairing: Pietro Maximoff x OFC

warnings: Canon-typical violence, big sister Natasha, PTSD and trauma, Nadia totally isn't in denial, arguing with flirtatious overtones.

“You and Speedy did well in Moscow.” Tony’s voice filled my ears the moment I entered the kitchen, he was engrossed in something on his tablet, only glancing up momentarily.

I shrugged. “I always do well.” Pietro’s snort filled the room as he sat beside Steve at the island. I narrowed my eyes at him. He offered me a cheeky smirk and stretched his arms above his head, cracking his joints as he did so. The muscles in his biceps rippled as he moved, his shirt tightening across the expanse of his back. I gulped down the green juice that was in my hand, averting my gaze the second his head turned in my direction.

“Good morning, friends,” Nat spoke beelining for the fridge and offering me a little smirk as she went. I rolled my eyes at her. She’d been giving me those looks anytime Pietro, and I were in a room together since we arrived back at the compound a week ago. I was choosing to face what had occurred, or almost occurred, in Moscow the way I faced anything that made me uncomfortable… by completely avoiding and ignoring it. Unfortunately for me, Natasha wasn’t the only constant reminder that followed me around, there was this strange feeling in the pit of my stomach that refused to go away, combined with a brain fog that stuck to my side like Pietro Maximoff.

“I’m thinking the theme should be 60s.” Tony suddenly said, still looking down at his tablet.

Nat gasped and clapped her hands together. “God, I love a themed party.”

“Is that when you were born?” I asked Tony teasingly.

“Excuse you?”

I shrugged, finishing my juice in a large gulp. “Well, it is your birthday party.”

“First of all, I was born in the 70s smart ass how old do you think I am? Second, I am touched that you actually remembered my birthday.”

“I was born in 1920!” Steve spoke glancing at the dark-haired man with raised eyebrows.

My laughter chorused with someone else’s and the moment I noticed it was Pietro’s I abruptly stopped, forcing the smile to drop from my face.

Natasha giggled to herself as Pietro shot me a disbelieving look. “Come on, Nads, I need your help finding an outfit for the party.” She wandered out of the room, gesturing me to follow. I fought to ignore the gaze that burnt into my back as I walked out behind her.

…

I dragged my hand over the array of brightly colored fabrics hanging off of the rack. Nat had dragged me along to a vintage store in the city in search of a ‘swinging sixties’ appropriate outfit.

“So… when are you going to address the elephant that seems to hang out in every room you share with a certain Sokovian.” A groan fell from my lips, and I attempted to walk ahead of her. “I’m not letting this go!” She called after me.

“There is no elephant, Natasha.”

She hummed. “Right, but you no longer loathe him with all the fire of a thousand suns?”

“You asked me to try! You and Steve practically scolded me for not being the president of his fan club. Remember the whole sparring partners, mission partners, never giving Nadia a break from Pietro Maximoff’s insufferable ass, thing.”

Her giggles filled my ears. “You are so ridiculous.”

I shot her a look of indignation, coming to an abrupt halt before her. “I am ridiculous?! Have you met that idiot?” I ran a hand through my hair. “He is insolent and stubborn-”

“Nadia, you are the most stubborn person I have met in my entire life.”

Her words incensed me further. “I am not stubborn, I…” Natasha’s smug look cut me off. I huffed and turned back toward the clothing rack.

“Argue it all you want but Steve and I were right to put you two together. Look at how far you’ve both come, as much as you claim to hate his guts, you work well together. You just completed a mission that was way more complex than projected and look at how much Pietro’s combat skills have improved after the months you’ve been training him.” I shook my head at her, not dignifying her with a response. For a long moment, neither of us spoke, but Nat continued to watch me. “They didn’t teach us how to love… I know that. They taught us to manipulate, to lie, to kill, but never how to feel anything really worth feeling.” I did not look at her; couldn’t. “And yet, despite everything you have loved, and you have shown love to people… maybe not in particularly conventional ways but fuck convention… you still have.”

I told her I didn’t know what she meant.

“Nadia.” Her eyes were glassy when I looked up, lines with a stream of liquid that glimmered under the lights. “Do you really think I don’t know what they would have done to you?” I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat and looked away yet again. “I know that it cost you, to keep my secret.”

My body was trembling violently, my upper half folded over my legs. I pressed my fingertips into the flesh of my calves, to remind myself I was still alive. Was it my birthday yet? Natasha had snuck a gift into my room before she left, a postcard.

‘Wish you were here’ printed over an illustration of what I believed to be New York City. A single word was inscribed in her handwriting on the other side.

‘Свобода.’

Freedom.

I’d shredded it into tiny, minuscule pieces the moment I’d read it, destroying any trace of the note. It hadn’t mattered much. Natasha and I were extremely close, and familial. If she were to tell anyone where she was going, it would have been me.

The torture started on a Thursday, I no longer knew what day it was, only that the weekend had come and gone.

“It ends whenever you want it to, Nadia.”

The sharp, glacial spray of high-pressure ice water rained down over my bare back, causing me to cry out. I was still small, but I’d endured torture before, not like this though. I wondered how much longer my body would hold on, my flesh had become so numb that I barely even felt the hits anymore, the ice water was the only thing that elicited any response at this point. I watched as my blood pooled with the water, dripping from my mouth and nose and God knows where else, swirling down the drain. A rough hand grabbed my chin, yanking my head up, Matron Katerina. Her thin, spindly fingers dug into my pale flesh. I had become too weak to hold my head up on my own.

“I don’t know,” I swore to her. “I am not a traitor.  If I knew where she was, I’d kill her myself.”

We’d talked about New York a lot. It became almost a figment of our imagination, a magical place where anything was possible, a place where we’d be safe.

“Freedom,” I murmured.

The tears streamed down her cheeks, but she wiped at them quickly, taking a deep breath. “You were so little, Nadia, you were so small, and still you protected me… You are not this heartless entity that doesn’t feel things just as strongly as the rest of us. I just wish that when you did, you’d let yourself.”

I picked a mini skirt off of the rack, examining it in silence for a moment. “You saw him die?” I tilted my head in her direction. Her silence prompted me to clarify. “Dreykov, you saw him die when you destroyed the Red Room.” 

“He’s dead, Nads.”

“Are you sure?” She furrowed her eyebrows at me, and I placed the skirt back. “At the factory, Obolensky said something to me. He said that the drug samples were going to the ‘next batch of girls'.”

Natasha shook her head, taking a step toward me and placing a gentle, tentative hand on my shoulder. “It’s gone. For good. Obolensky always played mind games, it’s his forte. He’s just trying to live in your head, don’t let him.”

I nodded slowly. She was right, Obolensky's main objective in the Red Room was to teach the widows how to use psychological warfare to obtain information; manipulation was his specialty. It was not out of character for him to lie just to have us living on edge, he’d said he wanted to make me suffer, how better to achieve that than to put in my head that it was still happening? No. I was sure Natasha was right. I attempted to swallow down the uneasy feeling that sat within me.

“This is cute,” Nat said, fiddling with the hem of a dress,

“Have you ever watched the ballet?”

Natasha offered me another incredulous look. “They made us dance it, not watch it. I don’t remember ever seeing ballet performed by someone other than us.”

I nodded, fiddling with my fingers. “I know, that’s what I thought… It’s just something else Obolensky said. I probably just need to get a decent night’s sleep.” I shook my head, running my fingers through my hair once more and taking a deep, settling breath. My nerves were still shot from Moscow and the reunion with Obolensky. I grabbed a lime green mini dress from the rack, holding it up in front of Natasha. “I want this one.” She grinned, nodding approvingly at my choice.

…

“Faster.”

His heavy breathing filled my ears. “I’m trying.”

“Not hard enough.” I adjusted the wraps on my hands before returning to my defensive position in front of Pietro. “Again.” He threw two more jabs which I easily dodged, narrowing my eyes at him. I continued to taunt him as we sparred.

“Can you please be a little nicer to me?”

I rolled my eyes. “Your punches are much better, and your stance is perfect. Now work harder.”

Pietro’s scowl turned into a beaming smile. “Thank you, I’ve been practicing.” I chose not to respond. We still had not addressed that day in Moscow, I was content with leaving it that way. Though, I was hoping at some point the bizarre tension between us would dissolve. “Are you excited for Stark’s party?”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “What is this? Chit chat?”

“We’re friends, is that not what friends do?”

A choked laugh fell from my lips. “Since when are we friends?”

“Don’t tell me you’ve already forgotten our bonding moment in Moscow?” It was as if he could read my mind and pick out the most irritating things to bring up. I narrowed my eyes at his reference to that day. Of course, I remembered. The warmth of his hands on my cheeks, his breath ghosting over my lips, the look in his eyes. I swallowed heavily and the corners of his lips upturned into a look so dangerous it had my heart racing. “I just mean you finally admitting you don’t actually hate me.”

“Not completely loathing you is not the same as being your friend.” I hoped it served as a shift in conversation tone, attempting to ignore the flush that crept up my neck.

His smile only grew, his eyes sparkling with mirth. “I think we’re friends.”

“I’m sure you do.”

The air was so thick between us it felt almost impossible to inhale. He raised his eyebrows teasingly and what he did next was infuriating in every way. His eyes moved ever so slowly down to my lips and his tongue peaked out, wetting his own, before his eyes met mine again. He squinted at me for a second, daring, taunting. “Are you bringing someone?”

My teeth were gritted as I willed my heart to slow. When would I have had time to even speak to someone else? I shrugged. “I haven’t decided, but when I do you will be the very first to know.”

The look in his eyes changed, a smirk sat casually on his lips, but his eyes seemed different to me then. “Maybe I should bring someone special.” This game was different, one we’d yet to play. I wasn’t sure if I liked it.

“Maybe you should.”

His teeth were revealed to me as his grin opened his mouth. When Obolensky smiled with his teeth it uneased me, yet it was different when it was Pietro. An entirely different feeling rose along my spine, curving over my flesh. “Did you and Natasha get your outfits?” I hummed. “Will you show me yours?” No matter how much I attempted to fight it, to set my face with a scowl, it was useless. My lips upturned and an amused smile spread across my face.

“Can we spar now or are you going to keep talking?” I crossed my arms over my chest and popped my hip out, continuing to fight my budding grin.

“We can do whatever you want, Prinţesă.”

I rolled my eyes for what felt like the hundredth time. “Focus, Pietro.”

“Oh, I’m focused.”

As much as I attempted to ignore his incessant teasing my body seemed to have other ideas. I hated that it was so easy for him to get a reaction out of me. Generally, it was frustration but there were times, most times, when the frustration almost seemed to act more as a mask to something much more complex. I chose to ignore it, clinging to my anger instead. Anger was simple, it came easily to me.

By the time I was pulling the white Gogo boots onto my legs, my body felt like a live wire. I was on edge, awaiting his looks, his words; their undertones. As I wandered into the party, I smoothed a hand over the satin ribbon that sat just before the bump in my hair. People were strewn all over the place, sipping their drinks and filling the area with sound. I accepted a glass of bubbling wine from a tray carried by a man in a black vest, tucking the wrapped package beneath my arm. The sound of Steppenwolf played through the speaker system, traveling along the corridors. On the last step my eyes clapped on him, it drove me crazy how easy it was for me to spot him. He was wearing a plaid three-piece suit, dark green. Our eyes met and a smile tugged at his lips. Warmth rose along the path his eyes took over my body, lips to feet. My heart thrummed against my sternum and much to my chagrin I felt the corners of my lips pulling upward.

“Stop it right now!”

A glance over my shoulder revealed Natasha and Maria Hill staring at me, the former with wide eyes. “What?” I followed their eyes over my body, giving them both a bemused look.

“The way you look should be illegal. Seriously, I’m questioning a lot of things right now.” Agent Hill spoke up.  

I rolled my eyes at the two women, doing a silly little spin for them before shrugging. The three of us laughed and fell into an easy rhythm, conversing about life since Sokovia. I’d always liked Maria, she was… real, I didn’t trust her with all of my secrets, but I wasn’t completely weary of her either. We’d worked together in the field a lot when I was an agent at S.H.I.E.L.D. We’d been a great team; I was glad that she’d stuck around.

“I’m sorry, are we just ignoring that Pietro has barely taken his eyes off of you in the last hour?” Natasha suddenly spoke, an exasperated expression evident on her features. Maria choked on her drink but quickly covered her laugh with a cough when I turned my harsh gaze to her. I glanced over my shoulder at the offending silver-haired man. He offered me a sly smile when our eyes met, excusing himself from Steve and Wanda to approach me. When I turned back around, I caught sight of Tony over Maria’s shoulder. I ignored the look Natasha gave me, shifting swiftly and walking past her.

Tony was talking to Rhoadey when I approached, the latter appearing thoroughly irritated with his good friend. “Happy birthday.” I spoke when Tony spotted me, I quickly shoved the package into his hands. My eyes darted around as he unwrapped it, attempting to seem nonchalant irrespective of the nerves that clawed at me. “It’s just something small, what does one even give a bazillionaire anyway?” I rambled.  He was silent as he flipped through the book, each page printed with an image. One, a picture I’d taken of a wall where someone had spray painted a thank you note, another of Tony messing around with his suits, the caption reading ‘always tinkering’. I’d had to collect images from Pepper, Rhoadey, and the rest of the team to make it. “I don’t know if it’s stupid. Maybe it is.” I watched intently as he reached the final page, an image of the team sitting in the old Avengers tower out of our suits, drinks in hand; calm. The caption beneath read ‘a strange, dysfunctional, irritating family. A family nonetheless.’ I wrung my hands together, looking anywhere but at him as he lifted his gaze.

“It’s not stupid, Nadia.” Finally, I met his eyes. “Not at all.” The look in his eyes said a lot more than any words he could have spoken. I preferred it this way, unspoken, mutually acknowledged.

“Happy birthday,” I repeated.

He smiled at me then and it caused something deep within me to shift.

Stars shining bright above you.

It was the boy at the dinner table across from me, the one who spilled the water all over the table, he was there again. Or a flash of him was anyway, just for a split second, and then he was Tony again. I clutched my head.

Dream a little dream of me.

“Why do you keep playing this song?”

He furrowed his eyebrows at me. “What do you mean?”

“Dream a little dream of me. What is this song from?”

Tony seemed utterly baffled by my question, but there was something else in his eyes, something small and pained; something personal. “I don’t know, it’s a good song. What is your deal? You freaked out in the tower when it played too. Why do you hate it so much?”

I shook my head, blinking rapidly, feeling slightly disoriented. Tony said my name, but I turned away from him quickly, mumbling an excuse as I began to leave his side. Pietro filled my line of sight prompting me to change paths once again. My head was spinning slightly. Everything was suddenly too much, too loud, too close, I needed to be out of this room. A breeze wrapped around me and before I knew it, I was deposited on a balcony in the fresh air. I whirled around to see Pietro watching me, concern evident across his features. The music was much quieter out here and the song had changed. I could breathe again.

The Sokovian man wandered past me, leaning his forearms over the railing, and inhaling deeply. His broad back flattened the fabric of his suit, it was hard to tear my eyes away. The moonlight gleamed around his body, illuminating him.

“I did not need your help…”

“No, you never do.”

I fiddled with the flared sleeves of my dress. “Thank you.”

“Why are you avoiding me?” He continued staring out at the inky black sky as he spoke.

“I’m not.” He let out a theatrical puff of air, glancing at me over his shoulder with furrowed eyebrows. My eyes closed for a moment, a sigh falling from me. “Why would you even care if I was avoiding you? I thought you were going to bring someone special?”  Pietro shot me an unimpressed look over his shoulder, though, I saw the way his lips upturned.

“Well, it’s not like you would have noticed either way.”

I ignored his words. “Couldn’t you find someone willing to deal with you for a night?”

“You seem to ‘deal’ with me just fine.”

“That’s different, we work together. I don’t have a choice.” Was my quick response. I paused for a moment before adding anything else. “I suppose what I meant to say is were you not able to find someone, other than me, to put up with you.”

“Well, therein lies the problem… I’m not sure I want to.” I opened my mouth to respond and then closed it again after a few seconds of floundering. I was sure my brain must have short-circuited. Words meet mouth, why could I not say anything? No witty retort or shielding taunt became apparent as I stared at him, lips parting slightly as he took a step toward me. “Are you okay?” He murmured gently; he was so soft with me. It was unfamiliar and frankly a little frightening. I wanted to say something, I wanted to speak tohim. My lips formed his name. It was almost as if it acted as a beckon to him as he took another step toward me the second it left me. He repeated his question.

I nodded twice, watching him carefully. “I’m fine.” 

“You usually say that when you’re not.” 

“I am. It’s just that-” I stopped myself short realizing I was about to tell him the truth. The words had come so easily I’d nearly let them flow right out. 

“Just that what?” 

I shook my head, pressing my fingers to the flesh of my forehead. “Nothing.” 

“Don’t do that.” 

I raised an eyebrow at him, fixing him with an icy glare. “Do what?”

“Nadia.” Another step forward, I was the one who moved I realized. The air between us was electric; dangerous. “Stop acting like you don’t feel anything.”

Crossing my arms over my chest, I glared up at him, attempting to appear completely unaffected. “Is that how I’m acting? I was not aware you held so much insight into the inner workings of my brain.” His jaw clenched. There was something in his eyes then, something unrecognizable but somehow it thawed my attitude slightly. “I don’t know… It just… There are these strange things that come to me sometimes. It’s like I’m looking in on someone else’s life through a window. I don’t understand it and that frightens me.” The vulnerability rife in my statement made my stomach churn, sweat beading on the back of my neck despite the cool breeze dancing across my flesh.

He took another step toward me. “It’s okay to be frightened, Nadia.”

I shook my head. “Stop.”

“Stop what?”

“Saying my name like that.” My feet brought me another step forward without my permission. “Stop looking at me like that. Stop being so…understanding.”

The warmth radiated off of Pietro, settling into my skin. I wondered if he was always this warm, maybe it was something to do with his enhancements. Even in Moscow, he’d surrounded me with heat each time our bodies made contact. “Why?” He murmured. “Am I making it hard to keep pretending?”

“I don’t like the way it makes me feel.”

“How does it make you feel?”

“Pietro.” It was soft, reminiscent of that night in Moscow in the dim glow of moonlight when I’d woken him from his nightmare. I didn’t know how to answer him, not without revealing too much of myself. I told myself that I didn’t have an answer but even I knew that was a lie. I wondered if perhaps I was simply not built for these kinds of feelings and that’s why it made me feel so strange. The sound of his name filling the small space between us had him taking another step toward me; fully entering my space now. His hand rose slowly, hovering between us, awaiting my permission. I met his eyes, icy blue, beautiful. I nodded gently. He closed the distance, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear before caressing the spot just below my eye with his thumb.

His words drifted across my skin causing my eyelids to flutter closed. “I’m glad you did not show me your outfit the other day. It was worth the wait.” My head seemed to instinctually tilt toward the sound of his voice. “Do you like my suit?” Our eyes met and it became apparent that all it would take is one more tilt of my head and his lips would drag over mine. “Tell me.” He whispered when I remained silent.

I nodded gently, gazing up at him. “I do.” His lips curved up.

“What do you like about it?”

“You’re pushing it, Maximoff.” He breathed a laugh, eyes flicking downwards momentarily. I felt like I could barely breathe when he looked at me. “You look good, is that what you want me to say?”

It was his turn to nod.

“You drive me insane; you know that.”

“I drive you insane. What do you think you do you me?” His hand slipped from my cheek down to my jaw. “I wanted to kiss you in Moscow. You know that right?” His gaze was intense, unwavering and I felt like I was melting beneath his touch. “I’ve thought about it every night since. It’s like I’m losing my mind, every second that you stay away is pure torture.”

“I don’t want to torture you, Pietro.”

His lips tugged upward and when his nose grazed mine, I was sure I stopped breathing for a moment. Before I knew what I was doing, I felt my face tilt upwards slightly, leaning more into him. “So don’t.” Every rational thought slipped from my mind, and for a moment, the only thing that existed was him. His lips were soft like I thought they’d be, and extremely adept. Soft, and sweet. The kiss was gentle, and I knew from the moment his lips touched mine that I never wanted it to end.

He overtook every one of my senses. All I could smell, taste, and feel was him, and for some strange reason, his touch seemed to free me. We were so close that I could no longer tell where he ended, and I began. I supposed it didn’t matter, not when he was kissing me like I was the stars and the moon and the cosmos and nothing else had ever mattered. Even when our lips separated, I was still so engrossed in him that I could not open my eyes. We breathed into each other, foreheads resting together. For a long while it was just this moment until it wasn’t.

“I knew you were hot for me.” It was silly and not at all facetious, yet the sound of his voice pulled me from my reverie. It was as if a bucket of cold water was dumped over me and all of the sudden the moment was gone, and Pietro was too close. I lurched away from him, attempting to breathe evenly again. I couldn’t believe I’d been so weak, and let go so easily. It was pathetic and I hated myself. I don’t get to have this; this isn’t what I want. That’s what I told myself. “Are you okay?”

“This was a mistake…” My head was spinning.

Pietro’s face fell as he watched me and the look, he gave me then made everything so much worse. My eyes were stinging, and I resented the feeling that seared through my body. “What? No, Nadia, it was just a stupid joke, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

I shook my head, turning to the door that would lead me back inside, away from him. “It’s not what you said, it’s fine just forget it.” He grabbed my forearm to stop me from leaving, it was gentle, always gentle. “Don’t…” I couldn’t look at him as I said it.

“Don’t what? I don’t understand what happened, did I do something wrong?”

The stream of liquid that ran down my cheek enraged me. I shook my head firmly at him, slipping my arm from him and turning away fully. “Just let it go, Pietro. Let me go.”

“Nadia… look at me.”

I didn’t. Instead, I pushed through the balcony doors and re-entered the bustling party. Slipping through the crowd was easy, I’d been trained to move unseen, swift, and silent. The moment I pushed through the main door leading out of the party I let myself sink into the wall, leaning my head back and taking a deep breath. I wiped the tears from my cheeks and shook my head as if to clear my overwhelmed mind. My body trembled and I felt sick to my stomach. Not because of the touch that still lingered on my flesh, but because of the look Pietro had set me with before I left. It was burned into the back of my eyelids. My heart thumped against my sternum. Why didn’t I walk away from him the moment he moved toward me? Why did I tell him the truth? I could have lied, deflected with cold indifference, and have been free of this. I let him bait me, let him lure me into his kindness, into his unabashed truthfulness, and lost control of myself. The worst part is that I knew where it would end if I played along, and I did it anyway. It was as if I’d wanted to end up there. I shook my head again, running a hand through my hair and letting my eyes fall shut.

My peace did not last long, a voice echoed down the hall. “How are you doing?” I glanced toward the sound, it was Rhoadey, but I could not see him.

Another familiar voice piped up in response. “Oh, just superb! You know me, it’s always a party here.” Tony. They must have been around the corner.

It became abundantly clear to me that this was a conversation I was not meant to overhear as Rhoadey continued. “I know it’s harder on days like this… to feel like something’s missing. Like someone, who is supposed to be here, who should have been here isn’t.” I furrowed my eyebrows at the words.

“Let’s not do this whole thing, Rhoadey. Really, I’m fine.”

“I’d be worried if you were fine man. There’s no shame in feeling it.” A loud sigh echoed off the walls. “I’m not going to tell you how to grieve, Tony.”

“Oh, great thanks.” Was the man’s sarcastic reply.

I could almost picture Rhoadey’s exasperated expression. “However-” a jumble of profanities cut him off momentarily. “I am going to tell you not to act like you’re not feeling anything. I can’t imagine how hard this is for you, but you cannot just pretend it never happened. You can’t deal with it by forgetting or compartmentalizing, you have to talk about her.”

“Don’t.” I’d never heard Tony sound like that, there was a sternness to his tone, a sharp, demanding edge that left no room for argument. “I did not ask to have some deep and meaningful with you about this, James. We are not talking about her, not ever, so stop riding my ass about healthy grieving or whatever the hell and drop it!” Rhoadey attempted to protest but Tony spoke up again, cutting him off.  “It’s all good, just have another drink, Rhoades.” He was back to his normal, nonchalant demeanor but there was an undertone in his voice that gave away that it was not all good.

Silence filled the hall once more, I decided to leave, not wanting to intrude any further on this evidently private conversation.

[kingofthering]

Tony-Fabio, 22, because it happened

22. in a rush of adrenaline

India 2023.

When he comes back to the Yamaha garage after his press conference duties, Fabio finds the room in a good mood, a smile on his mechanics’ faces as they clean and pack everything for the following weekend.

Someone hands him his Prosecco bottle and Fabio gulps down the end of it. The liquid is warm now and the bubbles are long gone but it still tastes like victory, not the ultimate one, not the one Fabio wanted, but success nonetheless. Fabio didn’t know something so silly could be on his list of things he would miss when on a disastrous bike.

It doesn’t take long for Fabio to run into Tom. He’s in a good mood, relaxed. It’s nice to see. Fabio’s well aware of how not easy he makes Tom’s life sometimes, especially when he has to deal with Fabio’s moods, so this kind of sight? Fabio takes it in preciously.

“Tony came by earlier but I sent him to your motorhome when he kept complaining about the heat and not having time for a shower after his race. I think he must still be there, I’ll let him help you with getting changed, yeah?”

Fabio nods. They didn’t get to see each other in parc fermé today —blame the heat and Fabio’s engineers having a discussion with him at the time and whatever else— and Fabio didn’t even get to congratulate Tony for finally coming back on the podium.

He might be entering his motorhome with a smile stretching his lips too wide, adrenaline still thrumming through his veins.

Tony is sitting on the couch at the back of the room when Fabio gets in. Fabio barely has the time to notice his black shorts and the blue of a Yamaha polo before Tony gets up and Fabio gets crushed into a hug that has them stumbling until Fabio’s back hits the door behind him.

“Let’s go baby, bravo,” Tony yells right against his ear before burying his nose against Fabio’s neck.

Tony’s hair brush against his cheek, still a little damp and smelling of citrus. It barely takes a second for Fabio’s brain to catch up and realize it’s his shower gel scent.

Fabio squeezes Tony harder. “Congratulations to you too, I knew you would get back there. I’m proud of you.”

Tony draws back, the biggest grin splitting his face. Despite his leathers, Fabio can still feel the way Tony’s hands move to his waist, anchoring him against the door even more.

“I just listened to your advice, especially in sector three,” Tony shrugs. “You can take some of the credit here, it’s okay.”

Tony’s smile is bright, carefree. It’s the one he should use when he has his photo being taken, not the pout he usually goes for and that Fabio finds ridiculous.

He’s wearing Fabio’s shirt and he smells like him and he was waiting for him in his motorhome and he’s the one person Fabio was looking for after Tom had drenched him in water and Fabio had a brain ready to operate after the race.

Fabio feels good, happier than he has in a good while, and he gets to share that with one of the most important person in his life right now.

“Earth to Fabio?” Tony asks, making Fabio realize he might have been staring at him without formulating any answer. “I’m still taking most of the credit for my own podium, don’t worry. Did the heat get to you after all?”

Fabio kisses him.

Tony’s face is doing a version of the pout when they break apart, the one where he’s biting at his bottom lip. Fabio feels delirious. Maybe he can blame this on the heat.

“Okay, sure, yes,” Tony nods after a hot second and his face breaks into a smile —the kind Fabio adores, directed right at him— while his hands move from Fabio’s waist to his neck.

Tony kisses him back.

[katie-delaney]

The Meat Grinder - Chapter Four

ABO. Steve is desperate when he takes a job at The Pussy Cat Club as one of the Omega's handlers. He's expecting a cesspit of filth and despair. What he finds instead is Bucky Barnes, the most gorgeous, bratty, cock hungry tease of an Omega he's ever met.

His boss Alexander Pierce gives Steve two rules: don't drink on the job and don't fuck the Omegas. Steve really doesn't want to end up in the Meat Grinder. *

Rambling below

Chapter Four is up :) Bonus Tony Stark and Bucky's heat.

I'm now currently writing Chapter 2 of the Officers Tent (starring Bucky wearing that gorgeous black suit with turquoise shirt that Sebastian Stan wore to the premier), Chapter 3 of Intent...and trying really hard not to start writing a one shot ridiculous Alpha Steve and Alpha Bucky keeping (consenting) Omega pet Peter in their apartment as Bucky's emotional support animal???

I don't know when I became so obsessed with ABO I only just realised most of my current WIPs are ABO. Huh.

I've also become unhealthily obsessed with this gif.

[starkblazer]

WIP Game

I was tagged for the WIP game by @asterofthevoid, thank you my dear ❤

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

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these are only my black sails wips but here they are

Operation Rumble Tumble in the Jungle

Silverflinthamilton modern au

Aftermath of John drowning cause i hate myself

Flint actually jumps after Silver when he drowns in 4x01

silver's rescue in 4x03

Modern AU Silverflint meeting

Black Sails Pacific Rim AU

Black Sails S2 fix it - time loop

5 times flint's crew didn't defend him + 1 time they did

Who's Billy

Vampire Flint canonverse

rainy evenings spent inside his London house with Miranda and James. Spending their time wrapped in blankets in their bed, trading kisses and book passages, sharing heat and red wine.

demigod flint

fire creature flint

the captain needs a nap (or a fuck)

time traveler silver

silver can read flint's mind - soulmates au

the peple you love leave a mark on your skin au

the creation of captain flint

van gogh dw episode with silver

identity porn

we keep wishing flint had met max or at least interacted with her more but that is just not possible,

where are you, my dear

i want to write a fic where flint is the man he is believed to be, ruthless, violent and, dark.

Everything happens so fast, Flint shouting a ragged

John knows he's staring, but he can't help himself.

He is so tired of fighting and everything hurts. As he sinks, he spares a thought to Miranda, but they never say how good it feels.

S1 Silver gives off strong come-fuck-me vibes and I like to imagine S4 Silver still gives off those vibes and Flint takes him up on it.

It doesn't feel real, nothing that's happened feels real.

If I was dying on my knees

James is hardly a small man, yet, Thomas' shirt hangs loose well past his thighs.

why bother with the truth when lying feels much more truthful to my character

this is a ghost story

James doesn't remember his parents.

i also have a bunch more like a couple of leverage fics, some da vinci's demons, one kingsman and some others.

QuinnxEliot

Series - Eliot FUCKS

Leario Fic

LorenzoxLeo

Merwin-Merhartwin Outlander Au

Detroit Become Human - Everybody dies

The Losers Comics jensenxcougar fix it

Martin Riggs - Lethal Weapon

Post Canon OT3 Lost in Space Christmas fic

Post Canon OT3 Lost in Space The kids find out

Post Canon OT3 Lost in Space A soft morning

Post Canon OT3 Lost in Space John's flinthamiltons experience

Ineffable Husbands - Why do you never kiss

Bucky killing howard not-cacw-compliant aftermath

The best apology is a changed behaviour Tony char study

MCU Rewrite

Tagging whoever sees this post on their dash because I am certainly not tagging 50 people so please if you are a writer seeing this post, consider yourself tagged by me :))

[finduilasclln]

one line, any fic

Rules: Pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the midpoint, pick a line, and share it! Then tag 10 people

I was tagged by @jacksadventuresinwriting and @littlespoonevan. Thank you!

But if he did, I'd feel the same | Buddie

“But your heart is big, Chris, it’s so big and I know that you can love Buck as much as you possibly can and there’s still always going to be enough room for me and Mom, right?” Eddie says, hoping that he’s explaining this right. The last thing that he would ever want is for his kid to feel guilty about loving someone.

pieces of me (are pieces of you) | Buddie

“Just go already!” Eddie says, giving Buck’s arm another push, “Just fucking go!” 

“No,” Buck growls stubbornly, and he actually has the audacity to shove back against Eddie. Eddie would be proud if he wasn’t so desperate to get Buck out of there. 

I found love where it wasn’t supposed to be (Right in front of me) | Buddie

“We are definitely doing that again, because seeing and especially hearing you come apart like this is ridiculously hot,” Eddie says, his knuckles brushing over Buck’s skin lightly. 

Five times Buck is Eddie’s co-parent + One time he is Eddie’s everything | Buddie

“Buck,” Eddie says, his hand reaching out to cover Buck’s. He waits until Buck’s eyes meet his own before continuing, “Not only are you enough, you are the one I choose. I am talking about raising my kid, the most precious person in the world to me, my everything. With Shannon gone - ” He swallows hard. Of course there was Shannon. Despite everything that happened, Shannon was his mother and she loved Christopher more than anything in the world, was good for Christopher, and of course Eddie wishes that she could have been there for Christopher for so many more years. “For me, for Christopher…” Eddie goes on, “There’s only you and me.” 

You Hold In You What I Had Lost | Stony

Steve wakes up before Tony’s lips find his. He doesn’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed. He groans in frustration as he gets up out of bed and goes through his morning routine. He hopes maybe a cup of coffee will help him shake things off, but of course he stumbles onto Tony, Clint, and Natasha in the communal kitchen.

I'll be home at last | SamBucky

Another shrug. “I know that…” Bucky tries to steady his voice as he stares down at his arm. It’s not even the arm that bothers him the most but it’s the only thing that’s visible, like a giant advertisement to show to the world all the things that have happened to him. All the ways he’s not entirely like everyone else. “With everything they did, I know I’m not exactly… normal. But - ” 

How To Save A Life | Stony

“Steve?” Tony asks, “I need you to stay awake for me, okay? Can you do that?” 

(Hold me) Until I no longer am who I once was | Hardison/Eliot

“Love works in mysterious ways,” Sophie remarks. 

“That ain’t love,” Hardison says almost automatically, signaling to the bartender to bring him another one of whatever it was that Sophie felt he needed. 

“ That isn’t, no,” Sophie says, an almost amused edge to her voice and it takes Hardison by surprise enough to tear his eyes away from where Eliot is sucking on a pale, smooth neck to look at her. 

Embrace The Fall | WinterIron

“Come on,” Tony says, standing up in front of Bucky. He’s wearing sweats that appear too big and a t-shirt that has holes in it, his hair is rumpled and his feet are bare on Bucky’s bedroom floor and this is a glimpse of what Tony looks like when he’s sleeping and it hurts Bucky almost as much as his arm. He isn’t meant to see this, no matter how much he wants to. “I need my tools,” Tony says, and because Bucky clearly hasn’t moved in an acceptable amount of time, Tony adds, “Can you walk?” 

Perfect Paradise (Staring back at me) | Stony

“Well, I didn’t suspect you’d go as far as an assasination plan or anything,” Tony says, finding his trademark quip again, as he takes a few steps towards his closet to grab something to cover up. Being shirtless around Captain America makes one feel a little bit self-conscious… Though if Tony is understanding this correctly, he might have to get over that? “But I definitely got the feeling that my charming personality was… How shall I put it delicately? Annoying the fuck out of you.” 

Since I'm late in doing this, I'm guessing everyone and their cat have already been tagged for this? If you haven't yet and would like to do it, consider yourself tagged by me!

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#5

i know your url is probably pronounced memo as in memory but i keep reading it as mee-mo and i can't stop help

Omg, now that's stuck in my head 😭 I'll never look at my url the same ever again

14 notes - Posted June 9, 2022

#4

All of your prompts seem so cool 🥺 the "oops ? What do you mean oops ?" seems super fun if you feel up to writing it 😁

Well, I'm finally answering this... almost a year later. I'm so sorry for that, I didn't ignore any of the asks in my inbox, I just forgot about 'em. Sorta. Anyways, the good news is that I plan to finally start emptying my inbox. Honestly, these prompts have been sitting there for way too long.

While this doesn't exactly start with the sentence that was given, it does use it. Kinda. Let's just get started.

Also, special thanks to @winter-turtle for giving me inspiration for this fic!!💜 💜

“Kid, what are you doing here?” It wasn't the first time Tony had caught Peter sneaking into the Compound. In fact, on more than several occasions he’d woken up in the mornings to find the kid raiding his kitchen and being a fire hazard to society by trying to bake a dish that vaguely resembled something out of a mad scientist horror film.

Tony refused to call anything Peter cooked food. The kid was worse than his aunt when he was near a stove.

Said kid who had his back turned to Tony, jumped, spinning around to stare at Tony with eyes blown so wide they almost seemed to swallow his entire face. He looked like the exact definition of a child being caught red-handed with their grubby fingers halfway into the cookie jar.

Not only that but for the first time since the kid got here, Tony noticed that he was, in fact, not wearing one of his infamous nerdy science pun t-shirts that were part of his usual civilian attire but instead, was in his Spider-Man suit.

That wasn’t even the weirdest part.

Tony felt his eyebrows shoot up well past his hairline as he took in the kid. More specifically, what was sitting snugly in Peter's arms as if it had every right to be and not sending him through another stage of existential crisis. “What the fuck is that?”

His death was going to be caused by his disaster-on-two-legs kid. Tony knew it. He was going to keel over from the stress one of these days. It was the only way to go out.

“A turtle?” If it was any other time, Tony would’ve probably asked the kid if that was a question or statement but instead, couldn’t help the borderline hysterical laugh that escaped him.

Gods, aliens, genocidal maniacs, hydra soldiers - he thought it would always be one of the former or some fucked up ‘sacrifice himself for the greater good of the universe’ bullshit that was going to get him killed him but nope.

“Uh, yeah, I can see that, kiddo.” Tony waved his arm out, probably trying to gesture to the sheer ridiculousness of the situation “I mean, why the fuck did you bring it here?”

“Oops?” The kid’s shoulder’s bunched up to his ears in what Tony had to guess was some sort of half-shrug.

“Oops?” Tony tried not to sound like less of a madman but that was a feat in itself, especially whenever Peter was involved. The kid was trouble walking around with ’kick me’ written on the back of his shirt with disaster not too far behind him. Sure, Tony kinda knew that things weren’t ever going to be the same again after the whole Vulture and plane crashing incident. He expected a few supervillains here and there, maybe a stab wound but still.

He never planned for a whole goddamn turtle. “What do you mean oops? This isn’t an ‘oops’, Parker! Start talking!”

The kid’s lips thinned as he pressed them together, obviously not planning on spilling the beans on why he brought a turtle into the Compound. Okay, that was fine, it was fine. Two could play it that game and if Peter wasn’t going to come clean, Tony was just going to have to use the ace up his sleeve. “Alright, fine, if you won’t talk to me, I’m just going to call May.”

Tony already had his phone out in the open when it happened. Maybe later, a part of him would’ve wondered why he didn’t expect the kid to put up some sort of rebellion. Still, it’s not everyday when one’s phone suddenly disappeared from their hand.

“Did you just web my phone from me?!” Tony looked up from his now empty hand to where the kid was standing, whose eyes had somehow blown even wider than they were before while said stolen device sat perfectly in his free hand while the other was still holding up the turtle in what was clearly a feat against all known human possibilities.

Right. Sticky powers. Gotta love ‘em.

“No, uh, yes, I mean-” On any other day, Tony would’ve found the kid’s ability to stumble over his own words adorable, endearing even. “I can explain!”

Today, however, wasn’t one of those days.

It wasn’t that he minded the kid’s company, in fact, on a good day he enjoyed having the bubbling ball of energy to bounce science off of in the lab or when they binged any sci-fi movie they could get their hands on until they both passed out on the couch.

Except, after being forced to sit through a couple dozen meetings courtesy of one scary-and-should-definitely-not-be-teaming-up-with-May-Parker and soon-to-be-wife, Pepper Potts, Tony was not in the mood to deal with the kid’s babbling.

“Then please, explain.”

“I mean, it wasn’t my fault!” Ah yes, the sinner’s plea. “Well, it is. Sorta but I couldn’t just leave him there!” There we go.

“You know what?” Tony raised his hands, shaking his head. “I don’t actually want to know. Just please, tell me why you bring it here to all places?”

“Donatello isn’t an it.”

Tony did a double-take at that. “You’ve named it?”

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48 notes - Posted March 3, 2022

#3

Three people who I don't want to see in the irondad tags here on Tumblr:

Anti-irondad: This speaks for itself, you don't like irondad or Tony Stark? Fine, but don't tag your crap as irondad then, tag it as anti-irondad or anti-tony stark. I don't want to see your shit when I'm looking for wholesome content of my comfort characters.

St*rkers: I think this speaks for itself.

Anti-Ned Leeds: No. You don't go hating on my baby. Especially in one of my favorite tags. You can take your edgy reddit ass out of there and go bitch somewhere else. YOU DON'T PUT IT IN THE IRONDAD TAG SECTION. FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING THAT IS HOLY.

I don't appreciate hate on Ned, of any kind. You don't like him? I don't care, keep it to yourself and out of my favorite tags.

Rant over.

122 notes - Posted June 1, 2022

#2

So, you remember this picture of Tony and Peter in Endgame?

And we know thanks to the latest extra scene of No Way Home, all pictures of Peter are altered or changed. Which also would include this picture and now no one can see Peter with Tony anymore :)

150 notes - Posted September 19, 2022

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🥀 Falling Apart 🥀

Chapter 6

Lily POV

I can't believe I did it.

I can't believe I did it.

I can't believe I did it.

I observe Loki as he lies on the bed, the bed I will occupy while staying at the Compound, leafing through an old spell book.

I honestly can't be so relaxed.

I have been here for just an hour and I already feel overwhelmed by to many emotions.

I paced back and forth around the room nervously, almost as if I were a caged animal.

Nervous and ready to jump to the throat of anyone who dares to approach me.

"You overthinking, darling" reminds me Loki without even looking up from the book.

His long fingers turn the pages with a little too much vehemence.

He lies there, his long, tapered legs forced into a pair of dark jeans spread casually.

I trace my gaze upwards, the black shirt, which adheres to his body designed by an artist, has the first unfastened buttons that allow a glimpse of his diaphanous skin.

His long, pitch-black hair is scattered all over the pillow and his muscular arms are raised in the air to hold the book.

He once again leafs through the old yellowed pages quickly and with little care.

His regardless movements and the sound of the thin paper that seems to protest under such impetuousness drive me crazy.

“Loki…could you please be a little more gentle?It is a very old book and it belongs to my father” I reproach him nervously.

Loki lowers the book and placing it on his stomach, leaning his elbows on the bed he gets up.

His piercing green eyes are fixed on my face.

“Your father is dead.I don't think he can get mad” he replies and shrugs.

I stop suddenly from my nervous march.

I think my jaw is touching the floor right now as my mouth has opened wide.

Loki gives me a crooked smile.

“Oh sorry, I thought you knew.It just happened five years ago” he teases me by sitting up and elegantly crossing his legs.

I keep looking at him dazed while he smiles at me and winks at me.

I shake my head disconsolately.

"You're a horrible person, do you know?"

Loki responds with another shrug.

“Yeah…someone already told me” he replies.

I would like to throw something at him but a smile peeks out on my lips.

He smiles back at me pleased to have succeeded in his intent.

That is to distract myself from my troubled thought.

Thought that is slowly eating my every brain cell.

Which is eating away at my entire existence.

"You can repeat to me why did we barricade ourselves in this room?" he asks me for the umpteenth time.

And for the umpteenth time my answer is always the same.

“We are not barricaded here, Loki.We're just waiting for Tony”

“Well, we could do it downstairs.Maybe in the kitchen.I don't deny that I'm hungry"

"You're worse than a child" I snort impatiently, moving my gaze to the clock hanging on the wall.

Has it really only been two minutes since I last checked?

A chuckle catches my attention.

"Did you see what face he did earlier?" Loki asks me, giggling.

I roll my eyes.

"Tony did it on purpose" I answer reaching him and sitting next to him.

Loki gives me a light push.

"Yes, I know.I like that Stark, I have to admit it”

“Please stop.Why do you have fun pissing off Steve?Leave him alone” I tell him looking at him sideways.

Loki gets up and without looking at me reaches the window, I observe him while his gaze is lost outside.

"Because he's a traitorous bastard and we hate him, right?" he replies as if it were the most obvious thing in the world and I am the only idiot not to know it.

I roll my eyes again.

"No one has ever told you that you have to hate him...not even I hate him" I murmur looking at my hands that are constantly torturing the buttons of my shirt.

Loki snorts loudly attracting my puzzled gaze.

I find him watching me, his arms crossed in front of his chest and an eyebrow that rises dangerously upwards.

"Yeah...because you still love him"

And his is not a question.

"Don't be ridiculous"

"You don't be ridiculous, Elisabeth"

We stare at each other for an infinite moment.

I look down, mortified.

"It doesn't matter how I feel about that man.The past is past and there is no going back.He move on and…"

I sigh.

"And you didn't.And that pisses me off.I care about you and knowing that you still suffers for that asshole drives me out of my mind” he hisses between his teeth, “So yeah, I like to piss him off.His face when Tony offered us the largest bedroom was a fantastic" he adds, turning back to the large window that overlooks the immense patch of greenery that surrounds the entire building.

I'm sorry to hear that Loki feels bad about this.

Whatever I do someone must always suffer.

It is a doom.

I get up and slowly reach him, once behind him I wrap my arms around his waist leaning my head against his back.

I rub my cheek against it and then leave a kiss on it.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to piss you off” I whisper against the delicate fabric of his shirt.

His cold hands slowly rejoin mine which are intertwined just above his stomach.

From the tension in his body I understand that there is something he wants to tell me, so I wait patiently for him to do it.

In these five years I have learned that with Loki it is useless to push, it is him who chooses when he feels ready to express his thoughts, his feelings, his torments.

"It's just...it's just that I saw you suffer so much for that man.You become my best friend Lily and I can't accept the idea that you can still feel connected to him after what he did to you" he whispers.

I release my grip from his body and position myself right in front of him.

Our gazes meet, chaining.

The golden light of the sunset makes his irises shine so unnaturally green and bewitching.

“Loki, I will always feel connected to Steve.Together we had four children, we loved each other very much.And I know I made the biggest mistake of my life leaving him but that's how it went...and then, when he kissed that other woman, him and I were no longer together and he was more than free to do what he wanted.I was the cause of my suffering, of his suffering, and I take all the responsibility for it” I simply admit.

Loki looks at me seriously, biting the inside of his cheeks.

His hard gaze pierces my soul.

I see that he is torn.

He shakes his head hinting a smile.

"You know...it costs me to admit it but I think he still feels something for you too"

I interrupt him immediately punching him in the chest.

Loki takes a step back looking first at my clenched fist then at my face raising an eyebrow.

"And what is this for?" he asks me pointing to my fist still resting on his broad chest.

“To stop talking bullshit.He fell for another woman just two months after we broke up...I doubt that after five years there could still be anything" I answer with a briefly laugh even though everything is falling apart inside me.

I move away from him and sit at the desk, I put my crossed ankles on it and put my hands behind my head.

“It's water under the bridge.Steve does this because it's in his nature.Nothing more” I say indifferently.

Nothing more.

I know I'm nothing to him.

I'm just the mother of his children.

Just this.

Nothing more.

My mind flies inexorably to five years ago, to the day I left him.

I know I did the right thing, at the time it was, but that doesn't mean that I don't suffer.

I lived in a spiral of emptiness and pain for weeks and when Tony managed to convince me, well...I wish he had never done it.

Seeing Steve kiss another woman was devastating.

Seeing him kiss Sharon Carter was destructive.

Her hands clinging tightly to his shirt, their mouths joined with eagerness...

God, I've had nightmares for months.

Within seconds, I felt catapulted to when I was just a little girl of just twenty-five who hadn't seen anything in the world.

I felt that insecure little girl again.

That little girl unsure that a man like Steve loved someone like me and not someone like Sharon.

But time has finally proved that I'm right.

After all, in his life there was always and only room for the women of the Carter family.

My gaze moves to the mirror on my right, the image it sends back makes me return with my feet on the ground.

Loki is again sitting on the bed looking at me in silence, he knows perfectly well that I was lost in my complex mental ruminations.

The color of my eyes at the moment is proof of that.

"You're back"

I smile wearily.

“Yeah…sorry”

He waves a hand in front of his face as if to tell me not to worry.

"You have to learn to control it" he tells me seriously right after, pointing a finger at my eyes.

I adjust myself in the chair, looking at myself again in the mirror.

The orange veins are fading, letting the black of my eyes return to being the predominant color.

"I try but when I'm too..."

"Emotional?" Loki interrupts me.

"Stressed...when I'm under stress it slips out of my control" I continue.

I bite my bottom lip.

Loki is right.

When strong emotions take over me, black magic, the magic of chaos, takes over.

Thanks to Loki's help, I found that I was much more powerful than I thought.

It wasn't just the Space Stone that gave me the power.

A powerful and ancient magic is imbued in me, according to the Asgardian, being the daughter of two great wizards it could not have been otherwise.

But the magic of chaos is powerful, destructive, and I never ever let it free.

And when it tries to take over me, my eyes are the first alarm bell.

My irises are covered with orange veins, burning like incandescent lava.

Quite creepy.

The first time I noticed, I freaked out.

Loki looks at me worried.

"Don't worry God, I can handle the situation"

"Are you sure, witch?"

I nod even though I'm not really that sure.

Loki is an excellent master but I am sure that if my father had been there he would have been able to guide me more carefully.

Indeed if he had been still here perhaps he would never have allowed this magic to take possession of me.

Someone vigorously knocks on the door causing my heart to skip a few beats.

"Who is it?"

“And how do I know?” Loki replies, almost annoyed by what I'm sure he thinks is a stupid question.

With a trembling step I approach the door but before I can ask who is, Loki calls me.

"Wait, it could be the Captain" he whispers as a sly smile spreads across his lips.

I look at him with a questioning look.

Loki snaps his fingers and suddenly his clothes vanish, leaving him with only a pair of boxers on.

"What...are you crazy?" I ask in a high-pitched voice.

Another knock on the door forces me to lower my voice.

"What the hell are you doing?" I hiss on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

Loki shrugs with total indifference.

"It's hot in this room" he pretends, answering me with an angelic voice.

"Put your clothes back on!" I order but he doesn't listen to me.

He keeps looking at me like he's doing nothing wrong.

Pissed off at that idiot of a god I approach the door opening it a few inches to prevent the gruesome scene behind me from being visible to my visitor.

As soon as the door opens, two eyes that I know well look at me curiously.

"Luckily it's you" I sigh gratefully.

I grab Layla's arm and unceremoniously drag her into the room.

I barely poke my head over the threshold of the door, looking first to the right and then to the left, and fortunately the corridor is empty.

I quickly go back to my room, closing the door behind me.

"I'm quite confused at the moment" Layla murmurs, making her gaze wander between me and that idiot of an Asgardian who still lies lazily in his underwear on my bed.

I shake my head in resignation.

"Forget it.Long story"

"Short version?" my friend asks, refraining herself from laughing.

“Short version?Loki is an idiot, as always" I murmur and then, with a movement of my hand, make his clothes reappear.

“I thought it was Steve.I just wanted to have some fun"

Layla laughs at the words of the god and joining him on the bed she sits next to him.

We are a really weird trio.

All so different and yet all united by the same pain.

Loneliness.

I was not the only one to lose everything.

Layla has lost her love, her parents.

Loki has lost his loved one.

"Have you talked to Sarah?" I ask turning to Layla.

She nods, her gaze veiled with concern.

“Listen to me Layla, you don't have to do this.Go to your son.Here we can get by on our own, right Loki?" I say looking for the support of the man in front of me.

He nods but Layla shakes her head.

“Paul will be fine with his aunt, he'll have a lot of fun playing with his cousins and then…I want to be there.I want to be there when it happens”

Her voice becomes a whisper.

Yeah…when it happens.

Here, everyone is convinced that we will be able to bring everyone back but I remain skeptical...that is, part of me would like to believe it with all my heart but the other part, the more rational one, fears that there will be catastrophic consequences.

But think how beautiful it would be to be able to hug your children again whispers the voice of my conscience.

Hugging my kids again, my kids and Steve's.

"Lily?" Layla's voice distracts me from my thoughts.

"Excuse me, were you saying?"

"I said I spoke to Tony and he would like to see us in the meeting room in half an hour"

In half an hour.

I'll see Steve in thirty minutes.

In thirty minutes I will see Natasha again after five long years.

We were best friends and I left without saying anything, I didn't even say goodbye.

That day, after leaving Steve, I went directly to my father's Sanctuary where Wong welcomed me with joy, then I called Tony and asked him if he could retrieve some of my things and bring them to me.

Him, Pepper and Layla were the only ones I stayed in contact with.

I made them promise, forcing them, never to tell anyone where I was.

And they swore it.

Layla and Paul eventually moved to the Sanctuary with me and with Tony...a special relationship was created with him, what we spent on the Titan bound us inextricably making us support always each other.

I left everything and everyone without an explanation and I'm sure Nat didn't take it well at all.

"Ok.Ok.Just...just a moment, ok?" I murmur as I enter the bathroom and shut the door behind me.

I leaning against it letting myself slide slowly until I feel the cold marble under my ass.

I sink my head between my knees while breathing deeply.

The time has come to face my past and I honestly don't feel ready.

And I believe that in the end I will never be.

Seeing Steve was a big shock.

Seeing those eyes that I loved so much destabilized me.

For a moment in his eyes I saw that great love that united us, that great love that generated four fantastic and beautiful children.

But then the image of him and Sharon, lips to lips, destroyed everything.

Reminding me once again of how it all ended inexorably.

His face seemed more tired, hardened by time and pain.

His eyes, always bright and deep, seemed veiled with tiredness.

I just want to give you back your children, nothing more.

Nothing more.

Because he doesn't want anything else from me.

And that's right.

I hurt him, very badly, and I deserve all this suffering.

I deserve it because he didn't deserve what I did to him.

I don't know how long I stay on the bathroom floor, I just know that a light knock on the door wakes me out of my trance.

"Lil?"

"I'm coming, Layla"

I get up from the floor and stop for a moment in front of the mirror to observe my reflection.

I lift my hands and run them through my hair.

I cut my long curls because them reminded me too much of him.

Them reminded me of all the times he whispered in my ear how much my hair drove him crazy.

I cut them off because all I did was think about when he was pulling them while he was fucking me.

Damn!

What the hell is wrong with me?

Why the hell do I have to think about such a thing right now?

I am here for a very specific reason.

Bring everyone back.

Have my children back.

I run my hands over my face, rubbing it hard and then putting all my feelings aside, I leave the bathroom.

Loki and Layla chatter to each other, stopping as soon as they see me.

Before I can scold them or say anything, another knock on the door catches our attention, our heads snapping at it.

I'm pretty sure I know who is.

I take a couple of steps and with a trembling hand I grab the doorknob but before I can open the door, whoever is on the other side does it for me.

The door swung open and I find myself observing two green eyes that I hadn't realized how much I had missed them until now.

Her hair is much longer.

Red.

She is as beautiful as ever, even if she wears a simple sweatshirt and jeans she is always a beautiful sight.

I stare at her with my mouth open, a swarm of sensations and memories overlap frantically in my head.

Without saying a word, Natasha's arms suddenly wrap around me, squeezing me against her body.

Her accelerated breathing tickles my neck.

Layla and Loki stealthily leave the room, leaving me alone to experience a violent whirlwind of emotions.

Slowly I raise my arms holding my Natasha.

My best friend.

My sister.

We both find ourselves sobbing, letting go of years and years of pain.

She has lost Bucky, her great love.

My best friend.

And I wasn't there.

I abandoned her when she needed me.

“I'm sorry, Nat.I'm sorry" I stammer with my cheek resting on his chest also shaken by small sobs.

"I'm sorry too, Lily"

We remain embraced for a few more minutes and then she moves away from me, dissolving our embrace.

We both have red eyes and a red nose tip.

Nat grabs my hand and together we reach the bed sitting on it.

It was devastating to discover that he too was gone.

“I should have stayed by your side.I should have helped you deal with the disappearance of Bucky, our Bucky” I stammer awkwardly and with my heart in a grip of pain, "God, I miss that idiot" I add smiling through tears immediately followed by Natasha.

We have been through a lot together, he has always been there for me ready to be my accomplice.

And even though I consider Natasha a sister, my bond with Bucky went further.

He was there when I found out the truth about who Strange was.

He was there when I found out I was pregnant with Sarah.

Of the twins.

Of Jay, my little boy who bore his name.

He has been by my side for years, always ready to cover my ass.

Natasha puts her hand on my knee.

"I've been a bad friend" I add looking at her hand.

“I haven't been a good friend either.You lost your children, your father.You kicked Steve out of your life, you were upset and out of your mind…I should have threatened Stark with death and made him tell me where you were.I should have looked for you.I should have helped you.I'm sorry”

We both look up to meet halfway.

Her eyes are full of pain.

As well as mine.

“But I knew where you were and I didn't look for you”

“They were tough years for everyone,Lily.But you know, the important thing is to have found each other again.Together we will find a way to start over”

I don't answer her.

Start over?

Even if we bring everyone back, nothing will be the same.

Nothing will erase the past five years.

Nothing will erase the hatred and pain.

We will never be a big, beautiful and chaotic family again.

"I hope so" I whisper, avoiding giving voice to my true thoughts.

I don't want to hurt her, not now that we're just meet again.

Nat smiles at me weakly then her gaze falls on the clock hanging on the wall, she gets up and holds out her hand to me.

"Come on, Tony is waiting for us"

I look at her hand and, with my heart galloping furiously in my chest, I accept it and get up too.

Together wrapped in the surreal silence that reigns in the large building we reach the meeting room.

When we are a few steps away from our destination without realizing it I begin to slow down.

Nat notices this and turns to me.

"It's okay, Lily"

My frightened eyes say what my mouth can't do.

Her hand rests on my shoulder, in a gesture aimed at encouraging me.

"Everything will be fine.Trust me”

And how can I not trust her?

I nod and take a deep breath I force myself and take the last steps that separate me from Steve.

As soon as I cross the threshold the first thing I notice is Loki's pleased gaze and Steve's murderous one.

Surely Loki will have enjoyed teasing him.

I advance until I reach his side, positioning myself between him and Layla.

In front of me, in front of some monitors are Tony, Steve, Lang and Rhodey.

The latter greets me with a smile and a nod.

Slowly I move my gaze towards Natasha and remain as if petrified.

"Bruce?"

“Hi, Elisabeth” he replies, approaching me and hugging me.

I look at him awkward and astonished.

What the hell happened to him?

He smiles scratching the back of his neck.

"I know...the first time always made this effect" he chuckles pointing to himself.

“Yeah…you…you...you have clothes on, that's great” I stammer not knowing what the hell to say.

Loki next to me just squirms, he and the Hulk don't have a great past behind them.

I chuckle, turning my head to the side, where I find Steve staring at me with the same amused expression.

I'm sure he's enjoying a little revenge watching the brave and snooty god shrink in fear.

Thank goodness the first to break eye contact is Steve, I wouldn't have had the strength.

Despite everything that has happened, despite the past years, having him in the same room and not being able to touch or hug him is really difficult.

Almost painful.

Knowing that he's not mine anymore is painful.

Knowing that he doesn't love me anymore is fucking painful.

"Ok...so...I'll be as short as possible" exclaims Tony suddenly catching the attention of all of us present.

Reluctantly I look away from Steve, I have to focus on Tony's words but if I keep staring at all those muscles I'm sure I won't be able to.

As I move my gaze to Tony I find Nat's green eyes staring at me insistently, a mischievous smile curls her lips.

Shit!

I got caught staring at Steve.

I try to act indifferent and by getting a little closer to Loki I try to appear relaxed.

He, unaware of what is happening, smiles at me.

"In the meantime I would like to thank all of you for being here but unfortunately we are still too few, so I would have some favors to ask you" Tony starts again taking a step forward.

"Loki, could you contact your brother?" he asks turning to us.

Loki nods.

"Romanoff, you could convince Barton to join us"

"Sure, no problem"

"I have already proceeded to gather the raccoon and Nebula" replies Tony with a smile.

"We need all the help we can get.It won't be easy but we'll do our best and bring everyone back” exclaims Rhodey with conviction.

Layla by my side fidgets nervously, her big, deep dark eyes blazing.

She is ready to face even the flames of hell to get Sam back.

And the same ardor shines in Natasha's eyes, she too will fight until her last breath to have the great love of her life back by her side.

Oh my God, I'm a horrible person.

I feel ungrateful to life.

I look down full of guilt.

These women are ready to die for their men and I chased mine out of my life, throwing him away like garbage.

I feel the tears pinch my eyes and squeeze them as hard as I can.

I can't collapse here.

I can't do it now.

Someone taps gently on my shoulder and when I look up my eyes meet Loki's worried face.

“Are you all right, Elisabeth?Your eyes…”

At his words I close them immediately and breathing deeply I try to calm down.

"Yeah, I'm fine.I'm fine" I murmur and when I open my eyes I realize that there is no one left in the large room.

It's just me and Loki.

Loki brings his big hands to my arms, rubbing them gently.

There is no need for words between us, the pain shines through my every single breath and I don't need to speak to let him know about my torment.

"Look, I'm going to Tony now and I get a room for the night"

I laugh.

"You go get some air, okay?" my friend continues.

I nod and getting up on tiptoe I leave a sweet kiss on his cheek.

“Thanks, Loki.Thank you for everything, thank you for these last five years” I say holding his hand.

He smiles at me softly shaking his head.

“No need.I have to thank you, little witch.And you know it”

So he says he goes away leaving me alone.

As I walk to the Compound's large terrace, I am reminded of the night I met Loki.

I had discovered a few weeks ago about the relationship between Steve and Sharon, it was the middle of the night and I couldn't sleep.

I was alone at the great Sanctuary, Wong was away on a spiritual trip to Nepal and Layla together with his little Paul were spending some time at Sam's sister's house.

Unable to sleep I went to the library but as soon as I left my room someone knocked on the big door.

It was night and a storm was raging outside, who the hell could it be?

With my heart in my throat, I went down the grand staircase hugging myself in my warm robe.

When I opened the door in front of me there was the last person I would ever have imagined seeing.

Loki with his hair flattened by the rain and his clothes dripping with water stood there, staring at me.

"Loki?" I asked with a wave of astonishment.

What was he doing here and above all how he had found me?

"Excuse me Lady Elisabeth, but I didn't know where else to go"

His dull and sad voice had convinced me to step aside and with a nod of the head I invited him to enter.

Together we headed to the kitchen and after giving him a blanket and a hot tea I asked him the question that mattered to me at the moment.

"How did you find me?"

Only Layla and Tony with his wife knew where I was and I highly doubted they had been the ones to tell him.

Loki shrugged.

“My brother told me what happened between you and Captain Rogers, so I immediately thought about this place.After all, this is your home”

His response had shocked me, the simplicity with which he had formulated that simple thought and arrived at the exact solution was truly amazing.

We were silent for a few more minutes, then I took courage again and asked him what he was doing here.

His response was heartbreaking.

“Remember the business I had to manage in the Nine Kingdoms?Well…it didn't go as I hoped.She is no longer there.She disappeared with the snap”

That was how I found out about Sygin.

She was Loki's wife, a wife he had hid from everyone so far to protect her.

Only Thor knew of her.

"Sorry if I ask you, why didn't you go to Thor?"

The question came spontaneously, the two brothers have always been very close and I doubt that Thor refused to help his beloved brother.

“Thor is happy now, he and Jane have reunited and I don't want to give him any more worries.So I thought of you.I know I ask you a lot lady Elisabeth but I assure you it will be for a few days, as soon as I find another place I will go away.I promise you”

And so it was that those few days became five years.

Little by little we became friends, we helped each other in the hardest moments of our lives and in addition he was a really good master of magic.

Smiling I reach the terrace but my smile fades as my heart skips a beat.

In front of me, with his arms resting on the balustrade, is Steve.

I stop for a moment to observe him.

His broad shoulders are wrapped in a white shirt while his gorgeous ass is wrapped in a pair of light-colored jeans.

I feel a flush of heat starting from the center in my heart and expanding into the rest of my body, inflaming my head and between my legs.

The first instinct is to turn around and walk away but irrationally I advance until I reach his side.

I too take the same position as him.

His head slowly turns towards me, I can feel his gaze on my face but I don't have the courage to look into his eyes.

I don't trust myself at the moment.

I swallow empty.

"You cut your hair"

His voice sends shivers down my spine.

I observing the starry sky extending over our heads.

"Yeah"

"Why did you do it?"

I can't stop the words that like a raging river roll inexorably along my tongue.

"Because you liked them"

His hands, strong but gentle, clench into two fists as his gaze slips from my face.

The veins pulsate wildly beneath his soft velvet skin.

I know, he didn't expect such an answer.

This time I'm the one who turns to him.

I observe his profile, beautiful and perfect as a painting of a god, as he continues to look straight ahead.

“You cut your hair too.And the beard.Why?" I ask.

Not that he's not painfully handsome but I have to admit that with a wilder look he has an edge.

He has that I don't know what that makes you lose your mind...and that makes you spread your legs inexorably.

I involuntarily blush at my own thought.

Steve slowly turns to me.

Our eyes are chained and in my stomach millions of butterflies take flight.

I feel a bit like the prey that is bewitched by its predator, I know that watching him enchanted will be my death but I can't help it.

"Because you liked them" he whispers faintly in response.

Inside of me I am screaming, crying, bleeding but outside I remain impassive.

Tears of blood that dig into my heart leaving his name branded in fire.

I plant my nails in the palms of my hands to avoid lifting them and caressing that face that seems corroded from pain.

But is it really pain after all?

He managed to forget, he managed to love again.

Perhaps more than pain it is just nostalgia for the lack of those who kept us united many years ago.

Our children.

"Your eyes, Lily" Steve whispers confused but intrigued at the same time.

I know what he's seeing…and I can't afford to lose my mind right now.

Steve takes a step towards me slowly raising his hand, as if he wants to stroke my face.

I can't, I can't deal with it now.

I don't want.

I take a few steps back and close my eyes, squeezing them tightly.

"Yeah...I...I have to go"

I turn my back on him and I walk away without looking back.

I walk away without giving him an answer like I did five years ago.

The only difference?

Five years ago the broken heart was his.

Today is mine.

Steve POV

We have all worked non-stop for days but in the end everything is ready.

The machinery that will allow us to travel in time has finally been completed and in a few minutes Scott Lang will carry out a time travel test.

My nerves are on edge and I'd be lying if I said it entirely depends on what we're about to deal with.

The biggest source of my stress is due to Lily's presence, her presence and that of her new boyfriend.

Not that they have ever done anything too explicit in front of the others, after all they have always and only limited themselves to a few hugs and hundreds of fleeting glances, but that didn't help me at all.

Just knowing that him, in the intimacy of their room, can hold her, touch her, love her is enough to literally drive me out of my mind.

And in me as well as increasing jealousy increases more and more the burning desire to punch that fucking son of a bitch in the face.

I shake my head and trying to slow my frenzied heartbeat I reach Bruce, Rhodey and Nebula who are preparing Scott for the time travel test.

"Time travel suit.Not bad" I say to Scott alongside Bruce.

Scott fidgets nervously as Bruce arranges the vials with the Pym Particles.

"All right.Do you know what?I'm not ready for this" suddenly exclaims Scott, taking us all by surprise.

What does this mean now?

"I'm game.I'll do it" exclaims a self-confident voice behind us and I don't even need to turn around to figure out who it belongs to.

I turn slowly, clenching my jaw.

“Oh no, no, no, no Lily.It's too dangerous" I say shacking my head.

Lily raises an eyebrow and laughing heartily she looks at me from top to bottom.

"I'm not asking for your permission, Captain Rogers"

Her arrogance makes my blood boil in my veins.

Stubborn.

Stubborn and reckless, she has always been like this.

Lily advances boldly, her legs wrapped in a pair of indecently tight gray leggings while her breasts are wrapped in a white tank top that leaves very little room for imagination.

I move uncomfortably trying to hide my erection soaring wildly in my boxers, I really think it's not the best time to think of her naked and pleading under me...it's not the best time yet now that my mind has painted that image I can't think of anything else.

I shake my head to try to free it from any thoughts other than the success of this arduous undertaking.

Nebula helps Scott take off the suit and helps Lily put it on.

Her shapely and sinful body stands out like a vision in this suit.

I bite the inside of my cheek preventing me from letting my thoughts about her run undisturbed.

"Lily, now you're gonna feel a little discombobulated from the chronoshift.Don't worry about that" informs Bruce as Nebula makes the final adjustments to the suit.

“Wait a second.Let me asking you something” Rhodey asks suddenly, turning to Bruce.

"If we can do this, you know...go back in time, why we don’t just find baby Thanos.You know, and..." he continues and then mimics the gesture of choking someone.

Immediately my gaze falls on Lily who is visibly refraining herself from smiling.

From what I see, the idea of being able to kill Thanos is not something that would only cheer me up.

"First of all, that’s horrible" exclaims Bruce in disgust.

"It's Thanos!" Lily exclaims as Rhodey nods at her words.

"And secondly, time doesn't work that way.Changing the past doesn't change the future" Bruce interrupts them pretending not to have even heard them.

Lily and Rhodey exchange a half-amused glance.

"Look we go back, we gets the Stones before Thanos get them...Thanos doesn’t have the Stones.Problem solved" Lang intrudes into the discussion, seeking Bruce’s approval.

"Bingo!" Lily exclaims nodding at Scott's words.

Bruce sighs as he pinches the base of his nose.

"That’s not how it works"

"Well, that’s what I’ve heard" murmurs Lily with a shrug, getting a curious glance from both, me and Bruce.

Bruce raises an eyebrow with a skeptical expression.

His huge arms cross in front of his broad chest.

"Wait, but who?Who told you that?" he asks.

Lily shrugs again.

"Star Trek, Terminator, Timecop..." she begins listing using her fingers.

I can't believe it.

I would like to laugh at her recklessness.

"Time After Time.Quantum Leap” Scott encourages her.

The two share a smile.

“Wrinkle in time.Somewhere in Time” intervenes Rhodey.

"Hot Tub Time Machine" finally exclaim Scott and Lily at the same time.

“Basically, any movie that dials with time travel.This is known” continues Rhodey.

Bruce and I exchange an incredulous glance.

“But this is not a movie.You have to put this in your head” I reproach them.

It is absurd that they can even think that this is all a joke.

"Exactly" gives reason to him Nebula.

"I don't know why everyone believes that, but that isn't true" Dr. Banner tries to make them think, “Think about it.If you travel to the past…that past becomes your future and your former present becomes the past.Which can't now be changed by your new future"

Lily seems to understand Bruce's reasoning and although she reluctantly nods at his words.

"So, Back to the Future is a bunch of bullshit?" Scott asks almost shocked.

Lily joins him and patting him on the back she exclaims giggling "I know man, it's shocking"

All together we head to the large platform that will allow Lily to move through time.

"All rights, Lily" Bruce exclaims in her direction.

I just cross my arms in front of my chest, violently sinking my fingers into my biceps.

I can't bear the idea that something could happen to her.

What if something goes wrong?

What if she never comes back?

Meanwhile, Tony, Nat and the unmissable Loki join us.

The latter approaches Lily to murmur something in her ear, she smiles and kisses his cheek, then she activates her helmet that covers her face.

I look down at my shoes as Natasha at my side gently rubs a hand on my back.

"We're going in three, two... one!" Bruce yells at her trying to overcome the noise emitted by the machine and the incessant beep produced by the buttons he keeps pressing.

A moment later a tunnel of light opens under Lily's feet and she shrinks until she disappears.

I take a few steps devoured by fear.

The seconds go by endlessly.

"Bruce?How long does it take for her to return?" I ask without turning.

My voice trembles.

I don't give a fuck if Loki is here, I don't care what he thinks.

Get pissed off if he wants to.

I can't help being terrified and I don't even want to try.

Lily is the great love of my life and she will always be, whether he likes it or not.

We are soulmates.

"Don't worry, Cap.In a few moments she will be back here" Tony tries to reassure me reaching my side.

His hand rests on my shoulder and squeezes it tightly.

Our eyes are chained.

"If anything happens to her I..."

The words die in my throat.

I can't even think of such a thing.

"I know man, I know"

Tony knows perfectly well that my love for her has never died.

"But she doesn't know" I stammer pathetically.

Tony smiles, a real smile, one that even reaches his eyes.

“Oh well, then you are gonna have to tell her.Don't you think?"

Suddenly in front of us the quantum tunnel reopens and Lily finally reappears.

She is kneeling with her hands clasped to her chest.

Her shoulders rise and fall furiously, as if she's trying to catch her breath.

No matter how many limits and rules I have imposed on myself to stay away from her...my feet move by themselves.

I rush to her side, kneeling right next to her.

Natasha joins me a few moments later.

The former Black Widow and I exchange a worried look.

"Hey.Hey, look at me" I whisper to Lily, brushing a lock of hair from her forehead.

At the precise moment that my fingertips touch her sweaty forehead a discharge of pure electricity runs through me, leaving me stunned for a few moments.

"You ok?" I ask her as she slowly turns her face to me.

Her eyes, black as night, are covered with glowing veins like molten lava.

She reaches out her little hands to me showing me her precious treasure.

“It worked, it worked Steve” she whispers as a lonely tear runs down her face, "It worked" she repeats showing me what she is holding on to her chest squeezing it hard.

Instinctively my eyes fill with tears.

It is Natalia's favorite doll, she never separated from it.

I grab the doll with a trembling hand bringing it close to my face and sinking it on it.

The sweet and fruity scent of my little girl fills my nostrils and warms my heart.

I sit on the floor next to Lily unable to even move a muscle.

“I've seen us.We were out on the porch, watching the girls play.We were there, happy” Lily murmurs before bursting into tears.

I wrap my arms around her shoulders, squeezing her tightly against my body.

“We were there, Steve” she repeats through tears, sinking her face into my chest.

Her small, delicate hands cling tightly to my shirt.

“I know, honey.I know” I answer her, kissing her hair.

Her pain, so alive and burning, awakens mine.

For a moment I look up from the wonder in my arms and the first eyes I meet is just that of Loki.

I don't look away and just stare at him.

He doesn't seem angry, he just looks at me back.

The certainty of the feelings Lily has for him authorizes him to look at me almost as if he were amused, as if he was waiting with joy for the moment when she will reject me.

But honestly I don't care.

I look down at her again, holding her like I hadn't done in five years, enjoying the warmth of her body.

I don't care if she belongs to someone else now, I don't care because I'm ready to fight to the death to get her back by my side.

Slowly remembering how her small body fits perfectly with mine.

Muscle memory.

The memory of my heart.

Lily just pulls away from my embrace, her eyes are now completely black again.

Wide open and full of tears.

I put both hands on her cheeks and stroking her cheekbones with my thumbs I wipe away her tears.

She closes her eyes, relaxing in my hands as if my touch helped her get better.

"I promise you, I'll do everything to get things back to the way they used to be" I whispered a few inches from her face.

Lily opens her eyes and her mouth barely opens, her warm breath breaking against my face unleashing the fury in me.

The desire to close the distance and take possession of her lips burns inside me.

I need all my willpower not to do it...but deep down I'm just a man, with my weaknesses, and so I get close to resting my lips on her forehead.

I feel her tremble under my touch.

"I promise you" I repeat her.

I slowly walk away from her and holding out my hand I help her to get up.

She accepts my hand with a shy smile and once standing, without letting go of my hand, she turns to Bruce and Tony.

“It worked, guys.It fucking worked”

The two men exchange a pleased look, both have a huge smile on their faces.

And I, holding hands with the love of my life, can finally feel truly confident about this mission.

We will soon embrace all the people we have lost and then I will do my best to get my family back.

To get my sweet Lily back.

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@smarterest I REALIZED ITS UR BIRTHDAY so i am writing to u about ur smart lil kiddos (also: to everyone who hasn’t seen their art, it’s the best!!! It’s so full of life and love, i am in love.) This is from ur high school au, and I wanted to write about the peppertonyrhodey friend thing bc they’re punk

Tony, Pepper, and Rhodey all became friends freshman year during orientation. Tony was already sitting at the very back. Pepper would have been at the very front, but her mother was running late. Rhodey usually chose the middle, but everyone else had filled in. There were three seats at the very back. 

“I’m Virginia,” Pepper informs the two. “It’s nice to meet you.” 

“I’m Tony,” Tony offers, smiling a bit. “Why are you wearing a fancy outfit?” 

“Good impressions,” Virginia answers. “Dress for the job you want and all that.” 

“We’re freshman.” 

“I’m Jim,” Rhodey says. “Nice to meet you both. What do you think we’re gonna do today?” 

“Die,” Tony mutters. “I’m too tired.” 

“Wow, that’s tough shit!” Jim says cheerily. “Unfortunately, we’re not doing that yet. Maybe junior year will be your year!” Tony snorts. 

They sit together at lunch. Before that, Pepper and Rhodey have an art class. Rhodey and Tony are both in Advanced Engineering. Both are far above what the teacher is expecting for what they’ve learned, so Tony and Rhodey are in charge of making independent structures. 

They bond over lunch because all three of them hate vanilla pudding. “It tastes like someone’s choking me from the inside,” Jim says. 

He gets renicknamed “Rhodey” after a particularly good impression of his aunt by Tony, and Pepper laughs so hard she snorts. She gets the nickname of ‘Pepper’ as well after dumping too much onto her pasta and having a choking fit. 

They don’t find out he’s Tony Stark until there’s a group project in English involving a poster of what Ancient Greece was like for their Homer and Epics subject. Tony offers to use his house. 

It’s in the richest neighborhood, there’s a Cadillac parked outside the driveway, and Rhodey openly gapes. 

“Hot damn.” 

“James, language,” his mom says. “You better keep this friend with you, honey.” Rhodey laughs as he grabs his backpack and the seemingly-insignificant off-brand bag of barbecue chips. 

“You’re Tony Stark?” Is Rhodey’s first words as he’s let into the house. 

“Yeah,” Tony says with a sigh. “Wanna work on the project, or do you want me to work on it while you go do...whatever?” Rhodey blinks. “Most people just like using the arcade games or exploring,” Tony tries to explain. 

“We signed up to do a project,” Rhodey says. “And I have better handwriting than you, so I’m in charge of that. We’ll wait for Pepper to get a better color scheme.” 

They work in the sun-room. It’s warm in there, and all are feeling a bit worn out after they finish the poster. Pepper ends up falling asleep, and the boys follow suit. 

They’re woken up by Jarvis, who is smiling as he waves a Polaroid in the air. “You all are not very photogenic when asleep,” he says. Tony laughs at Rhodey’s expression while Pepper laughs at Tony’s. 

They get the reputation of being the school’s outliers second semester of freshman year. Rhodey refuses to let a senior, Alexander Pierce, copy his math homework. Tony makes a smart comment, and they’re both sent into the oblivion of the social structure. 

Pepper is dragged in as well, but she doesn’t mind. You don’t need to be in a certain social circle in high school to get into a job. 

They start wearing black accidentally, actually. It’s more Tony complaining about his math teacher, and Rhodey tells him to wear black if he’s really that emotionally affected about it. 

Tony delivers. He also says that he likes eyeliner, because it makes his eyes pop. Rhodey and Pepper laugh. 

They eventually end up copying some of Tony’s style occasionally. Rhodey has the black t-shirt and jeans, a leather jacket accompanying. Pepper usually wears black pants and a black cardigan with a pop of color in the center. (Tony wants to burn literally every yearbook years later, after they realize they all look hilarious.) 

People start referring to them as the “punks.” It’s hilarious, given the fact that none of them are even close. Most of their hangouts involve going over homework or helping each other with homework. It’s either that, or Rhodey and Tony dragging Pepper to see Star Wars or Lord of the Rings.

When school ends, Tony casually asks if they want to do anything over the summer. 

“I’m making you both come with me,” Pepper says. “There’s this whole list of thrift shops and flea markets I’ve been researching, and I think we could find a ton of stuff...” Rhodey and Tony nod. 

“I’m making you come hunt for scrap metal,” Rhodey says. Tony grins; they’d been talking about making a small little flight carrier. “What about you, Tones? Have anything planned for us this summer?” 

“Not sure yet, I’ll let you know.” 

Tony makes them go rollerskating, and they swim in the pool out back, and they stay up late with cans of soda lying on the floor and silly grins and promises that they’d be friends forever. As the sun sets, they all truly believe it. They want it to be that way, with promises of being there and having apartments and pets and college experiences. 

(They kept their promise.) 

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group hug (extra one-shot to "(un)requited infatuation")

read the main fic HERE

pairing: peter parker x avenger! reader

summary: you and peter have finally confessed your feelings to each other courtesy of the conniving tomfoolery of sam and bucky. everything is perfect. now you just have to face the smug motherfuckers.

warnings: swearing, mentions of tall girl 2 (lowkey it was a good watch i laughed through the whole thing because it was so horrible), tony is a brony and sam is a swiftie, mentions of sex like ONCE, wanda and nat are silly silly stupid

w/c: 1.2k

the morning after is a phrase usually reserved for regrettable one night stands and the realization that you’ve committed a heinous crime and now must go on the run. you were not expecting the morning after to be a morning tangled up in the arms of the boy who loved you, under expensive goose-down covers that a billionaire had supplied, and basking in the radiance of sunlight streaming in from your eastern facing window.

it sounded ridiculous, you knew. but one of the most horrendous days of your life had resulted in one of the most unbelievable mornings, and perhaps, an unbelievable future.

there was only one thing that could spoil your heaven—confronting the conspirators responsible for 1) having all the avengers team up to shower you in unusual amounts of affection 2) provoking peter into a fight, and 3) setting up the foundations of your new relationship.

you were not ready for that. you didn’t think you’d ever be. but for now, you could pretend a little longer.

hugging peter from behind (yes, you were the big spoon), you buried your face into his shoulder. you’d spent a good amount of time… exploring each others’ mouths… last night, and you hadn’t bothered properly changing (or stripping) into your normal sleepwear.

peter smelled like sandalwood and nutmeg and you—tucked in each others’ arms and shielded from the rest of the world between your blankets and pillows, your scent on peter was a reminder that he had already begun to find his way into your life, and that he’d be staying for a while.

peter groaned and the sheets shuffled as he rolled over to face you. never had you appreciated the sound of sheets before. it meant there was someone next to you, someone who had stayed.

“g’morning,” he murmured before promptly burying his face into your hair and falling asleep once more. you smiled into his chest, where he’d pulled you close. you’d suffocate in his shirt any time if it meant he was yours.

--

“g’morning!” bucky smirked, sipping his coffee while leaning against the countertop. you scowled at him. for some reason that you couldn’t quite decipher, those words did not sound nearly as pleasant coming from bucky’s mouth.

peter was still changing; he’d refused to leave the bed until after you’d gotten ready for the day and now he was lagging behind. 

“where’s spidey?” tony waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“ew, no! watching a big jealousy, testosterone fuelled showdown isn’t exactly a turn on, if you know what i mean.” you looked pointedly at bucky, who shrugged his shoulders carelessly.

sam sauntered in moments after with his arms in the air, stretching dramatically and covering his mouth as he stifled a loud yawn. he beamed as soon as he saw you.

“samuel,” you warned. “samuel wilson, do not look at me like that.”

“samuel,” he mimicked, pitching his voice up an octave. “i’m not looking at you anything but normally. you know what i am looking at?” sam waved to something behind you. “hey peter parker!” he drawled, stretching out his words. peter looked murderous, and you couldn’t really blame him.

“i swear to god, sam—”

“hey, you got the girl, right? jarvis, play ‘how you get the girl’ by taylor swift.” he threw his arm around peter’s shoulder and you were reminded of the last time you’d seen them like that, when sam and bucky had formed their evil master scheme. you shuddered. yesterday was not a day you wanted to relive.

“look man, i’m sorry. but let’s be honest, you weren’t going to do anything about it, were you? not until months later. technically none of us actually made a move. we just… we were just nicer.” sam turned to you. “not that we’re not normally nice to you. we were just extra nice, because-” sam tilted his head towards a disgruntled peter, “-of this one here.”

peter wrangled himself out of sam’s hold. he busied himself with making breakfast to avoid conversation.

“so, we wanna know all the juicy gossip,” wanda and nat sat you down and begged for details. out of all your teammates, you knew you couldn’t stay mad at wanda and natasha. they were the people you’d confided in about peter, after all. and they’d never tried to pull something to the same extent of bucky and sam, so for that, you had to be grateful.

“okay, okay, i’ll tell you,” you caved, motioning for them to lean in. they did so eagerly. “we went to my room… he confessed his undying love for me and presented me with a bouquet of red roses… and then from underneath my bed came a barrage of spiders that climbed all over me and gave me mini hugs, and then we had really wild, nasty, loud make-up sex.”

wanda and natasha pulled back, disappointed. “i feel like half that story is true and the other half isn’t, but at the same time, i didn’t hear anything last night. but he is spiderman, so does he actually have the ability to control spiders, or something?” wanda questioned, turning to nat.

“i mean, i believe the roses thing. the kid always had a flair for the dramatic. but he doesn’t seem smooth enough to tell someone he loved them. i mean, he literally couldn’t hold a conversation with you for months.”

“i vote going to your room, the red roses, and the spider hugs are true,” wanda decided. natasha nodded in agreement.

you pursed your lips. “yes! that’s exactly it,” you lied, giving them two thumbs up. they high fived each other proudly.

“c’mon man, say something,” bucky prodded. peter was still awkwardly going through the movements of her normal morning routine, trying his best to avoid eye contact with bucky and sam. you felt a little bad for him. yesterday was mostly about targeting him and not you, and if you were upset by the matchmaking, you could only imagine how peter was feeling.

sam and bucky raised their eyebrows in surprise as peter suddenly turned around to face them. they braced themselves for an angry outburst or a yelled lecture, but instead, peter’s voice was quiet as he mumbled something unintelligible.

“huh?” bucky cupped an ear. “i’m 106, bro. you gotta speak up.”

“whampedntagrl,” peter muttered.

bucky and sam looked at each other. “a little louder, please?”

“what happened in tall girl 2,” peter hissed. bucky and sam were able to keep their composures for a grand total of four seconds before breaking into howling, drawn out laughter.

“you guuuuys!” tony squealed, clapping his hands together, delighted. “this is the power of friendship. jarvis, play the my little po-”

“alright!” you stood up. “i think it’s time-”

“-it’s time for a group hug!” tony exclaimed, excited that he was finally the one to initiate a team bonding exercise instead of steve. “bring it in, folks!”

you were squished into natasha’s side and your face was plastered into sam’s back, but as you choked through tony’s tight grip, you managed to smile. your friends were stupid, conniving, idiotic assholes. but those same friends had been the people who brought you and peter together. you hated yourself for it, but you loved these little shits.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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Dylan Couch Drabble ? Thing? ?

Unedited and haven’t written in a couple months so it’s a bit rusty but had the inspo so, enjoy I hope? ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

OH MY GOSH! THANK YOU FOR THIS!

Anon is continuing what they submitted HERE, so I will add it on the beginning to keep it all together.

I am truly blessed that this lovely human would write something so yummy to appease my ridiculous interview kink ;) So for you? I made a GIF <3

Blessssss!

- Trashy xoxox

After a long day of press interviews Dylan slides his laptop back on the table and leans back on the couch, head tilted back and watches out from under his lashes as you walk out of your bedroom across the living space toward the kitchen.

He catches your eyes and just lifts his arms up in a silent request, holds them out until your settle yourself down into his lap, your head in the curve of his neck and your hands resting on the broad span of his chest

“Hi.” Your voice is a whisper in Dylan’s neck and you lower your body down until you’re seated in his lap. The soft loose fabric of his sweatpants drags against your bare thighs and you shiver at the warmth of him. You had been cosy under the covers of your bed just moments prior where you’d tucked away for the afternoon with your book.

With Dylan doing press most of the day you had made use of the day getting through your to-do list that would no doubt be full again by your next day off. With the evening approaching, the home clean and Dylan needing silence for his zoom calls, curling up with a book had been an easy choice.

The hours had slipped by and it wasn’t till you heard the break of the gentle lilt of Dylan’s low voice through the walls that you realised he must be done for the day. It had been hours since you’d seen him, well, had his attention and you were on your feet before you realised to go see him.

Dylan’s hands are quick to find the shape of you, palms resting flat on your bare thighs where you’d forgone pants hours earlier while doing laundry. His body is broad and hot against the line of your couch, and his touch is warm on your cool skin. You listen to his slow pattern of breathing, the fog of sirens sounding in the distance, and the low patter of rain that has been at the tall windows all day.

Your eyes dip closed and your fingers make lazy patterns on his chest against the light grey of his long sleeve. You can’t help but to touch.

Dylan’s smile presses into your hair after a few more breaths, and he pauses there before his mouth finds the shell of your ear. “Hey you,” he mutters, an intimate greeting more suited in a crowded room than the empty living space, with only Tony in attendance, happily asleep in the corner.

“All done, hotshot?” you asked and feel the gentle shake of Dylan’s chest in answering laughter.

“You’re stupid,” he huffs back and his fingers slip up under the edge of the jumper that’s sitting at your thighs.

“Don’t worry, kid, one of these days you’ll make it big and you won’t have to work all these long excruciating hours,” you tease back, your own fingers searching up to find the neckline of Dylan’s shirt and curling around it.

“Oh my god.” Dylan’s voice is a rasp and you push closer to hide your grin in the line of his throat. Your tilt your head to draw your lips over the vein that outlines his Adam’s apple, more pronounced now from his hours of talking and laughter.

You listen to his slow pattern of breathing, the fog of sirens sounding in the distance, and the low patter of rain that has been at the tall windows all day. Your eyes dip closed and your fingers make lazy patterns on his chest against the light grey of his long sleeve. You can’t help but to touch.

You tilt your head to draw your lips over the vein that outlines his Adam’s apple, more pronounced now from his hours of talking and laughter. You listen to his heart steady under your ear and sigh, push yourself up on your knees ever so slightly to sit your hips back and tuck your body in closer to him, knees pressed to the back of the couches, bodies pressed as close as possible.

Dylan lets out a happy grunt at the movement and one hand leaves one of your thighs to wrap around your waist, as if you could get closer. “Miss me?” he asks. You don’t need to look at him to know the smug smile on his face, the light in his eyes.

“You just make this place so cold,” you huff, your actions betray you as you wrap an arm around Dylan’s neck now, the other slinging over his shoulders to gently scratch your nails of the bulk of muscle of his shoulder.

“And you don’t wear pants,” he replies, his hand has finally found its way from your thigh to the curve of your ass, holding the weight of it in his palm.

“Might have to start if you keep it this cool.” It’s an empty threat but he lets out a noise of objection nonetheless, squeezes you closer still.

“You been like this all day?“ he asked and you know what he means by the way his fingers are drifting up from your ass to your lower back and down again, the fabric of your jumper gathering up with the motion of his wrist.

“Had to wash my jeans I had on, so yeah, after laundry,” you answer and press a few lazy kisses on the warm curve of his neck.

“Mmm...and all this time I was out here working hard and you were just in there looking like that,” Dylan sighs as though he’s undergone some great injustice, as though he didn’t wake up to you naked in his arms this morning before following you into the shower.

“That’s showbiz, baby,” you mumble, do some abstract display of jazz hands against his back, and laugh when his hand comes down against your ass in an open-palmed smack.

“Behave,” he huffs.

You giggle open and bright into his throat, and mumble, 'naughty' into his skin as his hand weaves through your hair to cradle your head.

“Your favourite thing to be,” he replies and eases you away from his neck so he can look at you properly in the low dimming light of the early evening.

When you pull back and look at him you can see the tiredness around his eyes, and as much as you tease him, he does exhaust himself doing these. Dylan is genuine to a fault, he engages in all interviews and conversations and gives them his energy and focus and you know he gets anxious at times about more private topics being bought up. You smile at him then, and reach your hand to cup his cheek, rub your fingers gently over his jaw and chin, soft touches that he leans into.

Dylan hums and his eyes fall shut and you love how he loves affection like this, how he always wants you right there close to him. He smells like hair product and your moisturiser he used this morning, and he’s looking down at you in slow blinks of dark eyes and long lashes before his hand gathers under your chin to tug you in.

Dylan kisses like he talks with intent focus and passion, licks into your mouth like his home is behind your teeth. You kiss hot and slow until you pull away with fluttery breaths, and he chases your mouth with a few small pecks, to the top and bottom lip, to your teeth when you let out a small laugh.

He groans and ducks his head for your neck, hand still petting at your ass and waist as he kisses at your throat, the other slid down from your chin to just below where his mouth is on you now.

Your hands smooth down Dylan’s back, the soft cotton under touch the shape of lines of his broad frame that taper to his waist, the way his body is strong under you with every breath. You feel Dylan pause and your hand goes to his hair, scratching through lazily as you decide to nudge your hips closer, a silent ask for him to keep going so you can both get what you want.

Dylan hums and the hand on your ass grips to keep the heat of you pressed to his lap, but the other reaches to your jaw and turns your head to look back at the computer that’s propped up on the table still. “Mm should do my interviews like this,” he breaths as your eyes focus on the picture you and Dylan make in the reflection of the screen.

It looks dirty and makes you pulse with want. The idea of anyone else seeing the way he’s got you now, bundled up like a wanting little present on his crotch, a hand slipped up under your jumper enough to lift it and show the curve of your bare ass where you can’t see the line of your thong, the other hand wrapped around your jaw, making you look.

“Mmm...that’s an exclusive Mr. O’Brien,” you whisper as you turn into his kiss.

[whiskeyncoke-redux]

The Mission (Previously Untitled)

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: You go on your first mission with Steve and things take a turn...

Warnings: Smut 18+ ONLY Minors DNI

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  “Fuck, why did I agree to this?” Y/N mumbled to herself as she adjusted the tight blue dress, pulling it down in an attempt to cover her thighs. Every step she took made the dress ride up. Giving up, she sighed and silently cursed Nat for picking this outfit out.

   This was her first assignment in months. After getting hurt on another mission for the Avengers, she had been out of commission for awhile. Now she was eager to get back out in the field. Well, she was until Tony had told her what he needed her to do.

   “You want me to do what now?” Y/N exclaimed.

   “Just a simple fact finding mission. Nothing too hard.” Tony replied in what he thought was a soothing voice.

   “‘Simple’... ‘nothing too hard’... Stark, are you giving me something easy just because I got hurt?”

   Tony opened his mouth to reply, but Nat cut him off. “No, we’re not doing that, Y/N. This is actually really important. We know there are still some Hydra agents active and they’re selling U.S. secrets to Russia. We just have to find out where their contact is and what information she has.”

   “Okay, and no offense, but if we’re dealing with Russians here, why don’t you go, Nat? I mean, being Russian and all.” Y/N asked.

   Nat smirked. “Because they know me and they know my face, I used to work with them. That’s how I know who the contact is.” She shrugged, “Old partner of mine.”

   “Yeah and you’re new, so they don’t even know your face, yet.” Tony piped up.

   “Okay, fair enough,” Y/N agreed. “So then why is Rogers going? I mean, don’t they know his face too?”

   There was a laugh behind her and she turned around to see him standing there rubbing his chin.

   “Well, not really,” Steve said. “At least not since I’ve grown this beard.”

   “Ah, I see.” Y/N replied not knowing what else to say.

Trying to hide her smile she turned back to Tony and Nat. Nat had seen the look on her face though. She knew Y/N harbored feelings for Steve. She understood, that’s why she suggested Y/N when Tony came up with the idea for the mission. It was perfect. She’d get back in the field and get some time with Steve, outside of the Avengers Tower.

Nat knew Y/N was a natural born fighter and smart.  She could handle most things on her own. When they first “met” her she had taken both Sam and Bucky out and was going for Nat. Steve jumped out of nowhere and he and Y/N went at it hand to hand for what seemed like hours. Enough time for Nat to get the other two out of harm’s way. Steve finally won, knocking Y/N unconscious. Sam and Bucky were ready to have her sent away, locked up forever, when Nat stopped them. She talked to Steve and Tony. Nat saw the potential in Y/N, sure she had been a criminal, heck, most of them had been at one point or another. Why not give her another chance? They reluctantly agreed to rehabilitate her and allow her to join the team.

Seeing herself in the girl, Nat took a personal interest in her. If she could change, so could Y/N. After working and training with her, she and Nat became close friends.

“Right, so when do we start?” Y/N asked.

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“I don’t see how you do this, Nat.” Y/N said into the earpiece.

The too short dress with the too high heels was not something she was used to wearing. It was impractical and definitely not something she could fight in.

“Practice, Y/N, a whole lot of practice.” Nat replied.

“I feel ridiculous.”

“Don’t worry you look fine. Besides I’m sure Rogers will approve.” Nat sad trying not to laugh.

“Ha, ha you know what, Romanoff…” she began just as a black car she recognized as one of Tony's pulled up next to where she was standing and out hopped Steve. As much as she liked him in his Captain America suit, she had to admit this casual look was really working for him. It was simple: black jeans, and a white t-shirt that hugged his torso and seemed to meld to every muscle, and a leather jacket. He looked good.

“There you are, finally.” she said trying to sound annoyed.

“Good to see you too.” he said looking her up and down, licking his lips as his eyes landed on her thighs. “You look nice.”

Self-consciously she pulled at the dress again.

“Okay you two, the place you need to go to is two blocks up ahead.” Nat was saying into their earpieces. “When you get there, don’t bother with the line, just go up and show them your wristbands, they’ll let you in. Go directly to the VIP area. That’s near the private rooms. The woman you’re looking for is back there.”

“Ok, anything else we need to know?” Steve asked.

“Yeah,” Tony’s voice answered. “You’re gonna have to go silent.”

“What? Why?”

“They can pick up on these kinds of devices. Don’t need you getting caught.” Tony said quickly. “That’s why we had you meet here.”

“Okay, Stark. Thanks.” Y/N said.

“Good luck, you guys.” Nat said.

They both switched off their earpieces. Y/N took hers off and handed it to Steve who put them both in the car.

Turning to her, he smiled and said “Well, shall we?”

As they got closer to the building, Steve put an arm around her waist. She jumped a little at first, looking at him as if he was crazy. He leaned in and whispered “So it’ll look like we’re together.”

She nodded, and kept walking. They reached the building and bypassed the line.

“Yeah?” the guy at the door grunted.

They lifted up their hands to show him the wristbands they were both wearing. He nodded with another grunt and stepped aside so they could enter.

A loud bassline was pumping through the speakers. People were everywhere, dancing and grinding, making out and some, in dark corners, even having sex with each other. There were elevated platforms with men and women dancing on them. The very air smelled of alcohol, sweat, and sex.

They looked around, then at each other, and tried not to burst out laughing.

“Well, at least I’m not overdressed.” she said in Steve’s ear. Just then a woman in nothing but a bikini top and a skirt so short it left nothing to the imagination walked past. They both stared at her ass as she walked away.

“Maybe you spoke too soon,” Steve laughed, still staring at the woman walking away.

Feeling a little irritated, Y/N cleared her throat and tried to get him back on track.

“Ahem. I think, VIP is that way.” Nodding in the direction she was indicating.

“Sorry, I was just…”

“Save it, Rogers.” She said unable to keep the jealousy out of her voice.

He smirked at her tone, “Not getting jealous are we? Because I could absolutely stare at you that way if you’d like.”

She scoffed. “Whatever.” And began to walk away.

He stood there for a second watching her as she walked away. Admiring how her dress fitted her body, how it hugged her hips and ass just right. He smiled to himself, thanking Tony for suggesting he go on this mission.

Yes, he did have a thing for Y/N. He’d admired her from afar, not wanting to mix business with pleasure, but he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Everything about her attracted him. After she joined the team and began working with Nat, he began taking notice of her. Once she began to relax and join them in their down time, he started getting to know her and he slowly fell for her. Now here he was alone with her. On a mission, to be sure, but still alone. And she was in that dress. He’d definitely have to thank Nat for that one.

She looked back at him staring at her and she smiled. When he looked into her face, she rolled her eyes and laughed. He followed her to the VIP area. Walking towards the back, they passed an entrance to a corridor, she peeked down it seeing doors on both sides.

“Those are the private rooms.” Steve said, steering her to a couch near there.

He’d picked a good spot where they could keep an eye on the door.

“She should be back there somewhere.” Y/N said.

“Then we just have to wait.”

After a few minutes of idle chat, Y/N began to get anxious and started fidgeting. This wasn’t something she was used to. Sitting still bothered her. Steve took notice and placed a hand on her arm. “Hey, Y/N, just relax.”

His touch coupled with his breath on her ear sent tingles throughout her body. She jumped up and said “I’m going to get a drink, you want anything?”

“Uh just a beer.”

As she was walking back with the drinks she noticed that there were a few more people in the VIP area. She got an idea. Walking up to Steve she sat his drink on the table in front of him and boldly sat on his lap.

“Wha…?”

“There’s no more room, so I had to find a seat somewhere.” she said taking a sip of her drink. “So anything happen while I was gone?”

“Uh… nothing.” He said trying to clear his head. His brain had went all fuzzy as soon as their bodies made contact.

“This is actually better, I can watch the door from here without looking suspicious.” Y/N said shifting her weight a little bit in Steve’s lap.

“Mmm-hmm,” was all that he could muster out. This was something he had been wanting for a while and now that he got it, he didn’t quite know what to do.

He reached for his beer, causing her to shift in his lap again and allowing her to feel how hard he was getting underneath her.

She smiled to herself feeling him, and just for fun, shifted her weight again making him grunt “Okay, doll, keep doing that and we’re going to have a slight problem.”

She shrugged and said lightly “Nothing I can’t handle.”

Taking that as a challenge he took his hand and began rubbing it up her thigh, getting closer to the hem of her dress. As his hand was inching closer he peppered small kisses on her neck and shoulder, causing her breath to catch.

His lips were so soft and she was getting lost in his touch that she almost didn’t notice the movement by the door they were supposed to be watching.

Leaning close to his ear she whispered “There she is, she’s coming out of the back now.” He turned his head to look. There she was alright and she was walking right towards their area. Getting an idea he took Y/N and shifted her in his lap again, this time so she was facing him, he legs straddling his hips.

Y/N let out a slight gasp as he body settled against his. Her dress was up around her hips now and she didn't bother trying to pull it down. He could feel how warm she was through their few layers of clothing.

She leaned her forehead against his and he tilted his head up and kissed her; his hands were rubbing on her hips and thighs. She began to grind down on his lap causing him to groan a bit as he got harder and harder.

He pulled away from the kiss and looked around and then at Y/N.

“Why'd you stop?” She asked unable to keep the disappointment out of her voice.

“I was just waiting on her to walk by.”

Y/N looked over at where the woman had gone. She was at another table talking with a man, but her eyes kept going to the two of them. The woman’s eyes met Y/N’s and she smiled and winked at her.

Steve's hands were still on her hips and he gave them a slight squeeze to get her attention back. “Hey, what's up?”

“She’s watching us. Plus… you know.” She said wiggling a little bit against his erection.

She got quiet again, thinking. Then suddenly she got up and grabbed Steve's hand pulling him along towards the entrance to the private rooms. She was almost sure the woman would be coming back there again.

“Why are we going back here?” Steve asked.

“To get to her easier and there's something I want to do.”

   When they reached the hallway she turned to Steve, pressing up against him and kissing him again. Harder this time, biting a bit on his lower lip. He groaned and pushed her against the wall. Lifting her up and wrapping her legs around his waist, he moved from her lips to kissing and sucking her neck.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, running her fingers through his hair and pulling on it. He took his free hand and reached under her dress.

        “You're wet, doll.” he whispered in her ear.

       “Your fault,” she said

         Slowly he slid his fingers up and down her clothed slit, using his thumb he began circling her sensitive clit. She began rocking against his hand wanting him to move faster, but he was teasing her, drawing it out, making her moan and beg for more.

      “Tell me what you want, doll.”

             Before she could answer, a voice said quietly “Looks like you two are having fun.”

      They turned toward the voice, and both stared at the woman. Steve went to make a move to grab her but Y/N stopped him. She could see in the woman's eyes she wanted something else. Y/N had figured it out when she caught her watching them.

      Y/N smiled when the woman asked “Is there room for one more?”

       Steve stared at her, his mouth open. Meanwhile Y/N looked up at Steve and said “Oooh, yes! Please, can we?”

      Steve's eyes snapped to her and he raised an eyebrow in confusion.

       Y/N went on. “Please, baby it'll be fun! We can take her in one of these rooms and have our way with her.”

      Understanding dawned in his eyes and he shrugged and said “If that's what you want, doll. Anything for you.”

     He let Y/N’s legs go and stepped back. She walked towards the woman, walking around her once. Y/N stopped in front of her, and reached out and took her chin in her hand, tilting her head a bit. She kissed her slowly and softly then with a bit more force. Y/N’s hand went around her waist and grabbed her ass pulling her closer; the woman's hands went to Y/N’s hair, her fingers running through it, pulling it so she could move to kiss her neck.

     Somewhere in the background Steve cleared his throat, the two women stopped and looked at him.

      “Shall we find a room?” He asked.

      “Follow me.” The woman said walking off and unlocking a nearby room.

       “These rooms are soundproof so we can get as loud as….” The woman didn’t get to finish her sentence. As soon as the door behind them closed and locked Y/N and Steve both were on her. Soon she was tied up.

   It wasn’t long before they were able to get the information out of her. They knocked her out and untied her, laying her on the bed.

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Once back in the car they gave the information they had gotten to FRIDAY so that Tony would get it.

Y/N kept shifting in her seat. Still wound up from both Steve and the woman. She looked at Steve then undid her seatbelt and leaned over and unzipped Steve's pants.

Pulling him out, she kissed the tip of his dick, licking up the drops of precum. He let out a moan and gripped the steering wheel tighter to keep from swerving. She took as much of him in her mouth as she could, hollowing out her cheeks. She started bobbing her head up and down, saliva leaking out of her mouth, sucking and licking, pulling illicit moans from him.

Unable to drive any further, he pulled into an empty parking garage. Turning off the car, he pushed his seat back, reclining his head and closing his eyes at the feel of her mouth on his dick. She sat up suddenly and he opened his eyes to look at her. She wriggled out of her damp underwear.

“C’mere, doll.” he said in a raspy voice, while pulling his pants further down. “I need to feel you.”

Without hesitation she straddled his lap and sank down on him slowly, letting him fill her up. They sat like that for a moment so that she could get adjusted to his impressive size. With his hands her her hips he began to move her up and down. She gripped the headrest and started keeping pace with him.

“Shit, you feel so fucking good, so fucking tight.” he moaned, gripping her hips tight enough to leave bruises.

“Fuck, Steve, yes.” she moaned throwing her head back. He leaned forward to suck on her neck, leaving a mark.

He took one of his hands from her hip and moved it between their bodies to play with her clit, thrusting up into her, hitting that sweet spot deep inside.

“Yes, right there. Right th… fuck, I’m so close, baby. Don’t stop.”

“Come on doll, cum on my cock. I want to feel you squeeze me. Cum for me.”

With a few more thrusts, she came hard. His name and curses spilled from her lips in a jumble. He moaned feeling her tighten around his dick. Taking his hand from between them he gripped her hips again, moving her, chasing his own orgasm. As he came closer, he wrapped his arms around her body, holding her close to him as he spilled inside her.

He slumped back, still holding her. Y/N laid her head on his chest, waiting for their breathing to get back to normal. She shifted her leg and let him slide out, already missing the feel of him inside her.

       FRIDAY’s voice soon filled the car.

   “Captain, Miss. Y/L/N, incoming message from Ms. Romanoff.”

   “What is it, Nat?” Steve asked

   “We need you two back at the Tower, ASAP.”

   “We’re on our way.” Y/N said climbing back into her seat, adjusting her clothes as Steve did the same.

   “Oh, and Cap, Tony said you can keep the car.”

“What? Why?”

“He was yelling something about not having it scotch guarded yet.” She said, suppressing a giggle.

   Y/N let out a laugh while Steve rolled his eyes.

[lillywillow]

Closet Clear-Out

Summary: Bucky opens his closet to find half his clothes are missing. Now he must retrieve them all.

 Written for: @buckybarnesbingo

 Words: 1227

 Square Filled: C1- Sharing Clothes

 Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Gender Neutral Reader  

 Warnings: None

 Bucky had a rough day. All he wanted to do was shower, get into something comfortable and flop into bed but as he stood there in his towel, looking at his closet, he found this was not an option. Most of his t-shirts, sweatpants, hoodies and boxers were missing. Sure, some of those things could be in the laundry pile but this was ridiculous. Pretty much nearly all that was left were his formal wear, combat gear and one or two items of clothing that weren’t all that comfortable. Bucky put on a pair of underwear that were too loose in all the wrong places, black yoga pants that were a bit too tight and a white cropped tank top that he still didn’t know got in his closet. Feeling rather uncomfortable, Bucky set off to find his stuff.

…

 Bucky started his search in the gym, remembering he last saw Natasha in there. She was still there and to his surprise, wearing one of his t-shirts.

 “Nat…”

 Natasha paused from beating up the punching bag to look Bucky up and down.

 “That’s an interesting look Barnes,” she smirked.

 “It’s the only thing I had left to wear…” he huffed.

 “So, you want your top back?”

 “Yeah…”

 “Have it your way,” she grinned, arms twisting at the hem of the shirt.

 Before Bucky could say ‘Not right this second’, the top was tossed in in face.

 “It’s a little sweaty but you can wash it,” she shrugged, standing in the middle of the gym now in her sports bra.

 Bucky blushed furiously and left with the top in hand. As luck would have it, just as Bucky was exiting the gym, Sam was entering. He laughed upon seeing what the fearsome Winter Soldier had been reduced to wearing.

 “Sam, you wouldn’t happen to know why half my clothes are gone, would you?” Bucky asked, narrowing his eyes.

 “Oh, yeah. Sorry, man. I ran out of clean underwear so I just borrowed a pair of yours so I could go clothes shopping. I’m not about to go commando while trying on new pants… You can have them back if you want,” he offered.

 “Keep them,” Bucky sighed, holding up a hand.

 Maybe he would end up having to go commando. The underwear he had on was bunching up uncomfortably and it didn’t help the yoga pants were twisting things. Bucky tried to think of who else might have his stuff.

…

 While Bucky was grabbing a snack from the kitchen, in walked Steve.

 “Buck? What are you wearing?” Steve asked.

 “The only thing I have left in my closet that wasn’t formal or designed for missions… Are those my sweatpants?”

 “Hm? Oh! Yeah, sorry. I spilled coffee on mine before I went out jogging and your room was closer. I’ll have them washed and get them back to you,” he promised.

 “It’s fine,” Bucky grumbled.

 Why did everyone think his clothes were communal? He wouldn’t mind sharing but couldn’t they at least ask first?

…

 Bucky checked the laundry room in hopes of finding something there but unfortunately, what wasn’t part of the great unwashed was wet. Just as he tossed the top Nat had given him in the dirty pile, Tony entered the room to dump a heap of clothes. Bucky recognised the jeans he was wearing by the ink stains on the thigh from when he was idly scratching his leg with a leaky pen. Not that he knew the pen was leaky at the time but it did make it easier to identify his pants.

 “Stark, I think you’re wearing my jeans…”

 Tony looked down at the pants.

 “I was wondering why they weren’t fitting… I just grabbed the first clean thing down here,” he shrugged, going on his way.

 Bucky sighed. It made sense Tony would do that. He was starting to feel a little defeated and it didn’t help that he found Clint on the couch with his feet up on the coffee table; feet that wear wearing Bucky’s socks with the white cats on them. Clint explained that Lucky had destroyed all his socks and his feet were cold. Bucky wanted to scream. Maybe… maybe there was still one person that might be able to help him…

…

 Bucky knocked on your door and waited for you to answer.

 “Hi, baby!” you cheerfully greeted.

 You happened to be wearing one of his hoodies.

 “Doll, as much as I love seeing you in my clothes, I’m desperate. This was the only casual thing I had left in my closet. I’m so uncomfortable. I feel like I’m on display and these pants are so, so tight…” he practically whined.

 “That’s because they’re Nat’s…”

 Bucky blinked in confusion.

 “I’m sorry, what?”

 “Those are Natasha’s yoga pants. Look…” you explained, pointing out the little red hourglass shape by his hip.

 How the hell had he missed that? No wonder Nat was smirking…

 “Come in babe, and I’ll sort you out…” you softly smiled, taking his hand.

 Bucky followed you in and sat on your bed as you looked in your closet for something.

 “Here it is… I was saving this for an occasion like a birthday or Christmas but I think calls for it…”

 You handed Bucky a small wrapped bundle. Upon opening it, he found a handmade pair of boxer shorts with stags all over them.

 “I saw that fabric and I wanted to make something for you… they’re bucks…” you admitted with a blush.

 Bucky smiled warmly.

 “I’m going to put these on right now,” he declared, going into your bathroom to change.

 You waited patiently for him to come back out.

 “Much better,” he sighed, tossing the clothes he had on to the side.

 You patted the spot next to you on the bed. Bucky walked over to you and laid down next to you, instantly snuggling into your touch. He could feel all that stress just melting away.

 “So, how did you end up in all that stuff?” you asked, running your fingers through his hair.

 “Whatever wasn’t in the wash, everyone else had taken. I guess I got my pants mixed up with Nat’s in the laundry, and got in with my things, I have no idea where that top came from and I just hadn’t gotten around to tossing that old pair of underpants… I just want to be comfortable…”

 “Do the shorts fit?” you asked, hoping you got the sizing right.

 “They’re perfect. Thank you so much…”

 You smiled and kissed his head.

 “I just want to lay here for a while and then I’m going to do washing…”

 “You do that love,” you chuckled.

…

 From then on, Bucky would regularly wash his clothes and diligently guard them until they were neatly folded and back in his closet. He didn’t mind sharing his clothes with the others, especially you but the last thing he wanted was to be stuck in something so uncomfortable ever again. He never did find out how the crop top ended up in his things but he highly suspected it was some kind of prank.

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scars- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader warnings: heavy mentions of insecurity, focus on scars, injuries, blood, wounds, canon violence about: requested! (PK9) kissing scars, bruises, scratches, etc. + (PF26) person a wiping person b’s tears away a/n: thank you so much for requesting!! i hope this is what you wanted and that you liked it!!

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you’re aware that everyone on the team has them; natasha romanoff, even steve rogers, with his unbreakable milk skin, and bruce banner, with the green that tinges the hue of his temples when a scar is made. they’re reminders of what you do, some symbols of the lives that you’ve saved-- and others the lives that you’ve taken.

yes, everyone has them, but that doesn’t make you like the ones that litter your own body very much. nor does it stop you from looking away from them when you catch a glimpse of the scars that peek out of the clothing you specifically choose to hide them away from the curious eyes of the public. it doesn’t stop the frustrated tears that ebb in your eyes when you run the tips of your fingers over the raised tissue.

sometimes you realize how unfair it is of you to hate the scars that splay on your collarbone, and the ones that run across your hips and thighs, when you press your lips against the ones on bucky’s shoulder, pleading for him to believe you when you say you think he’s beautiful. the thought lingers when you playfully roll your eyes at natasha on the rare moment when she narrows her eyes at the healed bullet wound that sits above her hip, genuine words assuring her she looks great no matter what slipping out of the same mouth that utters ugly words at the mirror. you ignore it even as it guilts you when you touch the scars on bruce’s arms with featherlight fingers, pressing that they don’t make him a monster, or any of the hideous words with which he describes himself.

you try to tell yourself the reassurances apply to you, too, because they’re true-- the scars don’t diminish the beauty of your smile, or the glow that you carry, and they shouldn’t hinder the upwards pull of your lips when you catch a glimpse of them in the mirror-- but even as you try to convince yourself of that, your eyes always flit away, hand positioning itself in front of the scars as you examine the way you’d love yourself without them.

you were never aware of the blue eyes that caught your moments of dislike for yourself, missing the bead of worry that embedded itself in the cerulean of bucky’s irises.

-

it was on a particularly bad day of yours that one of your relatively smaller missions was scheduled. listed underneath your name was bucky’s, although he was only on there because he had demanded you never to go on a mission to an active hydra base alone, even though he knew you could handle it; you didn’t mind, always enjoying the quiet moments you got on the quinjet with bucky-- and the pilot, usually clint or steve, who bit their tongue, unlike sam or tony.

it would’ve been fine on any other day, but your day hadn’t started on the best note. the scars underneath your clothing seemed to burn every time you moved in the way they had when you first received them. you had stared at them for far too long, wishing you had the super-healing of the asgardian gods or the super soldiers you surrounded yourself with, who would never get permanent scars from the things you had experienced. they felt especially ugly sitting on your skin, making you want to lay in bed all day, pretending they didn’t exist.

your mission cut off your day of wallowing in your bed, forcing you to shove on your suit and sit in the quinjet to arrive at the mission you could’ve easily handled by yourself had it been another day and you had felt any other way.

you were from the same black widow program natasha was from; you were probably impossibly better, more ruthless and uncaring because from the moment you were born, you had nothing to lose, no family to protect, no memories of a childhood--even a fake one-- to hang onto. your movements were always calculated and perfect, like they had been forced to be, and your emotions were never supposed to cloud your anything-- they never did, except for when you had the days that knocked you off your feet, just like these.

nevertheless, you were distracted in the base with bucky, although you shouldn’t have been, considering the delicate information you were handling. you flawlessly did the routine of knocking guards unconscious, ignoring the way a harsh heat flashed in your hip when bucky’s hand touched the place where one of your more brutal scars was. it felt nearly as if he could feel it under his fingers, even though it was a ridiculous thought considering the material of your tac suit.

it was still going relatively fine; you had recovered the usb file you had been assigned to secure, and most of the guards were dead, fallen in a trail that created a clear pathway for bucky to find you, usb drive clutched tightly in your hand as you bled out on the floor, a knife thrown next to the pool of blood quickly forming underneath you and the person who had done it lying dead a few feet away. your gun was in your other hand, one of its bullets embedded in the hydra agents’ chest. bucky could hear the strangled gurgles of breathing coming from the agent, but he paid no attention to him as he rushed to your side, eyebrows furrowing as his hands reached the stab wound. you hissed sharply when you felt the cold of his vibranium fingers meet the burning hot of the injury, pressing down hard as lightly as he could while he mumbled something into the comms you never used. you were suddenly gathered into his arms, cringing when you heard a scream you didn’t realize was yours until you felt bucky’s lips moving in reassuring sentences next to your ear, a string of apologies falling from his lips. you never let go of the drive, desperate to keep hold of something that connected you to the real world, not wanting to focus on your other alternative: it was irrelevant when compared to everything else, but through the blinding red of pain, the only thing you could focus on was obsessing over the fact that a new scar would inevitably heal in place of the stab wound-- one you knew you would survive because you’d survived a hell of a lot worse than it, but the next ugly thing to form in your abdomen might just make you never want to see yourself again.

warm tears rolled down your cheeks as bucky carried you back into the quinjet, one of your hands tiredly fisted at bucky’s shirt, trying your best to stay awake but ultimately failing from the loss of blood and will.

-

it’s stupid. you’re aware, but your first thought when you open your eyes again is how there is yet another scar that will form on your abdomen, making tears rush to your eyes in frustration because it was your fault it was there anyways. had you just paid attention-- just not concentrated so on the wretched things, a new one would not be forming right now. the collection of ugly tissue that littered your skin was already too large.

the frustration you felt overpowered the painful numbness that settled over the wound in your abdomen, making dried tears spring back to life and dribble down your apple cheeks, alerting your boyfriend of your state. “doll? what’s wrong?” he asks, and at the sign he’s there, listening to your whimpers and audible disdain, the dam breaks loose, your hands reaching up to your face and tugging at the gash.

bucky’s up on his feet, tender hands circling around your wrists to pull them back down, “y/n, what’s wrong, doll?” he repeats, gentle blue eyes scanning your tear-streaked face. you squeeze your eyes shut, another salty trail making its way onto the bow of your lips. bucky’s warm fingers wipe away the wetness, his fingertips light.

“baby, please tell me what hurts,” he begs, his vibranium hand making its way into yours. you shake your head, squeezing his cold fingers. “i hate them,” you mumble, feeling his palm cupping your jaw, “i hate them so much.”

“hate what, honey?” he questions gently, brows furrowing further when he sees your hand curling into a loose fist above the place where his hands have lovingly settled: right on your scars. “i’m sorry,” you cry quietly, nose scrunching up when his fingers trace over the tissue he’s memorized the location of, “i hate them. they’re ugly and i hate them.”

“these?” bucky inquires, surprised. he lifts your shirt-- really, his-- to see the object of your tears, catching when you shut your eyes again and more tears drip off your jaw.

“bucky, no--”

bucky looks up at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “y/n…” he starts sadly, pulling away to get you to look at him. “they’re not... “ his eyes flick down to one of the scars, and he taps on it gently, “d’you remember this one? it was a couple years ago when i barely joined the team.” you can feel a lump growing in your throat, perfectly able to recall where you got it.

“you barely knew me back then, but you did know i was a super soldier, and you jumped in front of that bullet anyways. god, i knew i had to ask you out before someone knocked sense into anyone else.”

you sniffle, biting your lip, “this one,” he touches another one, “you saved nat and a little girl from a madman. her parents were so thankful they stayed with you until you woke up to thank you.” his finger wipes away another tear, “she invited me to her birthday party this year,” you snivel, and bucky smiles.

“these are not ugly-- you are not ugly, i promise.” he tells you. “i love you, every part of you--” his head suddenly ducks down, and you can feel his lips softly pressing against the scars, careful to avoid your newly forming one. your hand reaches his jaw, running your nail along his stubble as more thankful tears slip from your eyes. “i love you,” he repeats, kissing your lips.

“thank you,” you whisper against his lips, sniffling as you feel the burn on the scars slowly begin to disappear with the coolness of bucky’s vibranium fingertips.

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Steve Rogers’s Fashion Week

Or what happens when Steve's insufferable friends can't stand to see him in a boring grey t-shirt anymore and decide to help him make better fashion choices.

It all starts when for the whole damn week Steve accidentally shows up in the Avengers Facility in the same old grey t-shirt, and everyone cannot seem to stop themselves from teasing him for that. Steve tries to tell them that these are actually different t-shirts; it is just that he happens to have several ones that look exactly the same. Unfortunately, with this comment, he only makes everything seem even worse for himself. Especially, considering that his boyfriend, Bucky Barnes, is practically a fashion icon.

So eventually, his brilliant friends decide to help him find his own personal style by choosing him some new clothes. At first, Steve is hesitant but then the team dares him to do it by saying that if he can endure seven days of these dress-up shenanigans, no one would ever bring the subject of his fashion choices up ever again. Even more, Tony promises him a mysterious prize.

Monday is Sam's day and, out of the kindness of his soul, he chooses something sensible: stylish but nothing over the top. Isn’t it nice to have a friend sometimes?

Things are heating up on Tuesday when Natasha’s in charge. Steve just cannot believe that THIS pair of jeans is going to fit him, and he is pretty sure that later this evening Bucky would have to cut them off of him. However, Natasha never misses, so the clothes actually fit perfectly, and that day Steve is getting plenty of compliments on the account of his great American ass.

On Wednesday, Peter, who is just trying to forget everything that went on Tuesday, dresses Steve according to the hottest GenZers’ fashion trends. Later this day, Steve even becomes a street-style icon on TikTok.

Clint is supposed to be choosing Steve’s clothes on Thursday, yet he forgets all about it, and Steve ends up with only things that he managed to find on such short notice. So that day, he is wearing old training pants that were a Lucky’s dog bed for the last few weeks and a skintight t-shirt that is a part of «Shrek’s Pizza» merchandise. He may look awful, but the pizzeria gives him three pizzas instead of two that night, so Steve considers it a win.

There is a charity gala on Friday, and Tony & Pepper insist on being responsible for how Steve looks on the red carpet. Actually, they just let their personal stylist handle it, but it still counts. Eventually, Steve and Bucky go to the gala in matching suits and end up on the top of the best-dressed couples list.

After such an eventful day, on Saturday, only the strongest of the Avengers can still come up with the ideas for Steve’s wardrobe: Wanda, who can create a reality where she does not have a hangover, and Yelena, who is… Well, she just lived in Russia for a very long time. They decide to go with something practical yet with a hint of nostalgia for the golden age of American television, and they give Steve a red cardigan with numerous pockets. In the evening, poor Steve is so confused because everyone keeps asking him if he would be their neighbor even though neither he nor Bucky mentioned moving out of their apartment.

On Sunday, Thor arrives in Midgard with traditional Asgardian clothing for Steven. Never before has Steve felt so ridiculous and so fabulous at the same time. He cannot stop wondering if the next time Thor considers bringing something just like this for Bucky too since it is established he is also worthy of Mjolnir.

When the fashion week is finally over, and Steve does not have to deal with his ruthless friends anymore, tired he comes home to Bucky and Alpine. In the bedroom, he is looking for something to wear until Bucky throws at him his favorite grey t-shirt. He is so helplessly in love with Steve, so it is easy for him to fall in love with the most boring piece of clothing too if it makes him happy.

And for his tremendous fortitude during those hard days, Steve gets the Avengers Moon Retreat until Christmas just for Bucky and himself. Naturally, big space nerd, Bucky, is ready to leave for the Moon almost immediately. The only thing he needs is the guarantee that at the retreat there will not be any weird talking raccoons who would constantly try to steal his vibranium arm.

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