#tony’s chaotic children

[sytoran]

home is where the heart is ★ n.r

— 𝐓𝐖𝐎 ;; 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐅𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒 & 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇

in which your married life with natasha romanoff is depicted through this comedy-drama series. with your dream job, three kids, and a plethora of friends, each day is blissful but all the more chaotic and unpredictable. (and ultimately, very horny.)

pairing ★ sub!wife!natasha x beefy!butch!reader

chapter summary ★ twitter's sole purpose is for you to thirst over your wife, the beach is a good place to spend time with your kids, and ogle at your wife in a bathing suit, but not a great a place to have sex. (lesson learnt).

warnings ★ (MINORS DNI) - explicit content, hard stuff: beach sex, doggy style, cunnilingus, daddy kink, SO MUCH thirsting

word count ★ 4.0k (get fed gremlins)

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*****

In tandem with Tony Stark’s spontaneity, Steve Rogers’ unending enthusiasm, and the fact that you privately owned close to twenty beach resorts in New York alone, the lot of you and your other friends had a beach outing planned for that Sunday.

After the astronomically long time it took to get your kids dressed, beach toys packed, picnic dinner prepared, and everything loaded into the car, five happy L/N-Romanoffs finally kickstart their journey to the Westview Surfers’ Beach.

“SAND!” Emilia roars maniacally, once the five of you step foot onto the sandy shore. She’s gone like the ocean breeze, sprinting into the distance, grains of sand flying everywhere.

“Sea! Sea! Sea!” Emilio is equally as excited, already by the tide of the brilliantly blue ocean, following its ebb and flow with scampering feet and delighted cries. 

“Careful, Emilio!” Marina says, holding his hand, preventing her over excited brother from falling over. You can see the way she laughs along, kicking up water with her slippers.

Behind your eager children, you swing you and Natasha’s interlocked hands as you casually stroll along the beach, giving her a sweet smile. 

The sand that crunched beneath your feet was earthen and dry, such a gentle hue of gold, almost as grounding as the bright smile your wife returned.

“You look heavenly,” you murmur, bringing up the underside of your wife’s palm to press a gentle kiss to it. She flushes prettily, the sundress she’s adorning doing wonders to her skin tone and curves.

Natasha returns the softness, pressing into your side as you wrap a firm arm around her waist, hand cupping the curve of her motherly hips.

“Oy, lovebirds!”

At the sound of a distinctly familiar voice, you and Natasha spin around with bemused looks. From a distance, you can see Tony with a flamingo floatie around his hips, waving comically.

Next to him, the regular gang is sprawled across three separate picnic mats, conveniently hidden from the sun under several large beach umbrellas. 

Pepper is fixing up Tony’s floatie, to which Carol and Valkyrie snicker at from afar. Thor is asleep on the mats, taking up more than half the area. Laura is busy reading, with Clint probably gone to find seashells for the sandcastle Bucky and Steve are constructing. The kids make a long human chain from the shore to the sandcastle, scooping up buckets of water to make a trench.

“Aunty Y/N! Aunty Nat!” Nathaniel squeals, dropping his bucket, running over and leaping into your arms.

“What’s up, you little rascal?” you ask, laughing as the youngest Barton giggles. Natasha ruffles his head, waving at Lila. 

Morgan, being the same age as Emilia and Emilio, is already chatting excitedly with them and kicking up a loud racket. Marina joins Cooper in attaining bucketfuls of seawater.

“What’s up, my favourite lesbians?” Tony calls out to you and Natasha with outstretched arms, comically ignorant to the death-glare Valkyrie shoots him. 

Natasha rolls her eyes in faux annoyance, strolling past him and brightening up animatedly to chat with the ladies. You pat Tony’s back sympathetically. 

Your attention flits to an impressively large sandcastle with a sculpture of a mermaid on top, hand-crafted by Steve and Bucky. Leaning closer to Tony, you whisper, “Why does the mermaid kinda look like you?”

Leaving him to splutter at his intentionally uncanny resemblance to the mermaid, with a seashell bra and an elegant tail, you look up to see Clint coming back with his arms full of seashells. 

“Hi, Y/N!” He greets distractedly. In the midst of his frantic haste, Clint’s foot gets caught on a stray rock —

And the rest is a scene out of a comedy movie. 

The seashells go flying out of his arms, scattering onto the picnic mat and spraying sand everywhere, Clint loses his balance and flies forward, outstretched arms knock into the sandcastle, and everyone watches in horror as Steve and Bucky’s great unfinished symphony comes crumbling down, leaving only the head of Tony’s mermaid untouched.

A quiet hush falls. 

Bucky and Steve’s faces are morphed into disbelief and heartbreak, and Clint trembles in fear with sand in his mouth. Tony shudders at his beheaded mermaid, the ladies have their hands over their mouths, and Natasha fights battles in order not to burst out laughing. Thor sleeps unperturbed, and even the kids' racket has died down.

“Well,” you announce, breaking the stunned silence. “Who wants to go surfing?”

*****

As Natasha lazes in a beach chair, away from the gory scene of Steve and Bucky dunking Clint in the seawater, she watches you with a budding fire in her belly. 

Standing on the sand so casually, you have your hefty surfboard tucked under one arm, and Emilio in your other. You’re speaking to him with a roguish grin, unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt flapping in the wind, tinted sunglasses pushed up to muss up your perfectly tousled hair. 

“You ready to ride the waves, bub?” 

“Yeah! I’m ready!”

Your wife swallows, thinking she was ready to ride something else.

Natasha crosses her legs unsubtly. It was honestly unfair, how indifferently attractive you were, like it was a state of being instead of a practised art. 

Perhaps it was her love for you and the longevity of your marriage that warped her perception of sexiness, but when you were casually strolling on the beach with that chiselled abdomen on display, who was she to be blamed?

“Y/N!” Natasha calls, sitting up slightly. There’s a devious little idea blooming in the back of her mind, and she feels like taking the bait, just for today.

You look up at your wife’s beckoning, and smile widely at her. Setting Emilio down gingerly and calling him a “little rascal”, you jog over to Natasha easily. 

When you flick your hair back, it glints in the sunlight, and so does the sheen of sweat under your sports bra, defining the cutting edges of your abdomen. Natasha has the criminal urge to rip off your swimming trunks there and then.

Despite your obliviousness, Natasha is more than well-aware of the stares you’re getting from young women and married women alike, momentarily disregarding their boyfriends and husbands to gawk at you.

“Damn, look at that fine specimen!”

“Ryan, why don’t you work out more?”

“There goes my heterosexuality.”

You get feasted upon hungry eyes like a slab of beef, likened to your beefiness, but it only makes Natasha’s possessiveness skyrocket.

“Hey, honey,” you say, settling on a low and inviting tone that has your wife blushing. You crouch down next to her beach chair, holding her hand in a sweet gesture. “What’s up?” 

You’re close to her, so close, and she can feel the heat radiating off you, and your distinct scent, and the overwhelming senses of want and need are washing over Natasha like those tidal waves in the ocean.

But well, Natasha knew more than a few ways to rile you up too.

“I think I want to go surfing too,” she lies through her teeth, having no inclination to partake in the sport. Natasha fakes a pout all too well, knowing it’s one of your many weaknesses. “But the sun’s really hot out there, so I need some help with the sunscreen.” 

It wasn’t like she’d have needed it, anyway. Just like that and you’re sold, ever the gentleman and the golden retriever, digging for the sunscreen in the duffel bag.

“Of course, honey,” you reply readily. “Is it the Banana Boat sunscreen, or is that the kids’ one? Oh wait, we have the SPF 50 one, I think that’s—”

Words trail off comically when you look back up at Natasha, gradually dying down completely.

Your wife has conveniently slid off her outer layer of a sheer white blouse, leaving her in just a matching two-piece set of an azure bathing suit. The top piece is held together with thin pieces of string, accentuating her chest in a tight cradle. The lack of coverage shows off the dip of her hips and her soft curves.

Coherent thoughts in your mindwires get severed as Natasha plays with the string on her bottom piece, nearly flashing you as the material slides down ever so slightly. Your throat dries up as her fingers trail a path over her tummy and cleavage. She plays with another bundle of string that keeps her chest barely covered, and the irresistible urge rises within you to undo it.

“My eyes are up here, y’know,” Natasha murmurs, laying on her side and looking at you through lowered lashes.

“I know where they are,” you answer hoarsely, gaze still fixated on your wife’s enticing cleavage.

The sheer amount of bare skin that Natasha is showing off has your remaining fragments of sanity falling to pieces. There’s no point even trying to hide the tent in your pants, poking uncomfortably against the fabric.

“Gonna help me lather sunscreen?” Natasha asks with a silky lilt to her voice, turning over on the beach chair. 

You groan out loud when you see the curve of your wife’s ass on display, her rounded bottom barely covered by a few measly pieces of material, all held together by flimsy strings and nothing else.

“Mhm,” you respond brainlessly, uncapping the bottle and rubbing your hands with a bountiful amount of the moisture, clearly in excess.

You begin applying your wife’s sunscreen with overzealous eagerness and desire. Large hands spread unnecessarily widely as you gain coverage over the soft skin of her back, trailing up and down and smearing the white moisture over her soft skin.

“Oh, that feels nice,” Natasha says airily, a dainty little sound that causes your cock to twitch in your shorts. 

The line down the middle of Natasha’s back is emphasised as she tenses and relaxes it. Like clockwork, you begin massaging your wife’s back to release the tension in her muscles.

“Y/N…” The breathy moan she lets out is pure heaven, dragged out from the depths of her throat, then lifting to a higher tone that washes over you in a sea of goosebumps.

Of course, your faux masseuse skillset is just a simple ploy to grope and knead at Natasha. Fat spills through your fingers as you spread your hands across her torso, as Natasha whines softly.

It wouldn’t take a genius to realise that the heat building between the two of you was not just due to the heatwaves under the beating, unforgiving sun.

Your frighteningly quickly-growing arousal only heightens when Natasha feels that her back is done and flips over. Face-to-face with her hefty mounds, a round belly, and the blown pupils of viridescent eyes — you lose the plot completely. 

Deft hands fly to your wife’s ample assets, squeezing her hips in sinful amounts and staking your claim. “You’re so pretty, baby,” you mumble, face buried into the crook of her neck, subtly mouthing at her neck.

“Mhm,” Natasha whines in agreement, but it turns into a gasp as your fingers slip underneath the material of her bra, plucking at hardened nipples in merciless haste.

You press down onto her, flat tongue and sharp teeth, licking a broad stripe up your wife’s exposed collarbone to the tender column of her neck.

Before you can taint clear skin with raging-purple bruises, you’re pulled away with a firm grip on the back of your neck. You look back up to see Natasha gazing at you sternly. 

“Let’s try not to perpetuate public sex while you are the owner of this place, with all our friends present, and the kids building sandcastles no less than ten feet away.”

Much to your disgruntlement, these factors weigh in heavily and overpower your body’s built-in “pretty-wife-need-to-worship” mechanic. Now, your shorts fill up a lot more space than need be, your shaft pressing hot and tight against your left leg, clearly visible.

You grumble, hands still clammy with sunblock, the ghost of Natasha’s warmth still interlaced between each of your fingers. “You’re a meanie,” you sulk, lust-driven adrenaline coursing through your veins.

Natasha looks at you with a wicked smile. “And you’re too susceptible, darling. Now, where’s my flask? I plan on staying plenty hydrated before watching you rough it out against the waves.”

Clearly put-off by not being able to fuck your wife in your public beach resort, you flip off a little kid who openly ogles at Natasha’s ass, much to your wife’s horror.

*****

“I’M NOT BUILT FOR THIS!” Tony screams, arms flailing, as he rides a shallow wave. His firmly implanted foot adds too much weight on the front of his neon yellow surfboard, and the over-eager man overturns comically as the current rushes.

You laugh out loud, Hawaiian shirt flapping in the wind, surfing past Tony in a smooth motion. “Stick to the flamingo floatie, little guy!”

Valkyrie barely dodges the splash Tony creates, nearly falling off her own board. “Fuck off, you cunt!” she yells, full-chested and deadly focused on the tide. From a distance in the shallower part of the ocean, a reprimanding “Language!” can be heard.

Natasha’s wading in the shallower waters with Laura, while Thor had opted to sun tan on the beach while watching the kids.

As a large wave approaches, Natasha watches with intent. Upon your wife’s new found attention, you mentally prepare yourself, determined to impress her, and perhaps get revenge for her prior ploy.

You manoeuvre deftly, putting weight on your back foot to stabilise as you approach the wave head-on. Three… two… one. You add even more weight on your back foot as you go around the back turn while gaining speed, garnering energy like a coiled spring.

As the wave reaches its full height, broad and steep, your calves release with impact, propelling up the barrel of the wave like a spring. The surfboard moves in effortless motion, anchored by your back foot, navigated by your right.  

The second you reach the lip of the wave, you find the sweet spot to execute the backside tail slide. You rotate your wide-set shoulders, swiftly switching the pressure to your front foot. 

Your surfboard glides off the surface for a split-second, turning mid-air — there’s a camera-worthy frame of damp hair, stray droplets, and focused eyes.

You slide back down at an oblique angle with purpose and precision, like a scene out of a movie, locking eyes with Natasha as the wave crashes behind you.

“Damn, Y/N!” Carol hoots, looking amazed as you surf back to the rest of the gang.

“That was crazy,” Steve adds, resting belly-down onto the surfboard, strikingly adorable for a hulking man.

“Gotta admit, that was pretty cool,” Tony comments, his head bobbing above the surface of the water and his surfboard nowhere to be found.

You laugh along with them, attempting to explain the technical jargon of how you did it. But as much as you appreciated your friends’ enthusiasm, there was ultimately only one person you sought validation from. 

“Hi,” you say to Natasha with a stupid smile, sitting on your surfboard, having escaped the rest. 

“That was very sexy of you,” your wife wastes no time in stating, as if she wasn’t five millimetres away from flashing you and killing you with her sexiness. 

Natasha is stuck on the image of your damp hair flying into place like a scene out of a superhero movie, unbuttoned shirt flailing up to expose your defined back and abdomen, concentration flashing in your eyes.

“Mhm,” you hum lowly. Fire burns low in your belly as you ogle your wife in her bathing suit, pulling her closer by the underside of her thighs.

In a moment of indiscretion, your left hand slips upwards and undoes the knot on Natasha’s bathing suit, letting the material slip from your fingers.

“Y/N!” Though blocked from view of the others as it was underwater, Natasha lets out a breathy gasp and presses into you. Her cunt, already soaked before, gets even wetter at the intrusion of seawater.

“Can I claim my prize?” you ask heavily, hot pants against your wife’s ear, driving her wild with the way your fingers slip through her folds to encroach on her entrance.

In no time at all, two of your fingers are at Natasha’s cunt, feeling slick even underwater, and you push in—

“Group picture!” Steve yells from a distance, as you and your wife effectively leap apart in the water, the heated moment dissipated into thin air. 

But it lingers, the arousal, swimming in the back of your consciousness as you smile for a group selfie. Bucky’s arm is around you but you thank the heavens for hiding your erection under the water.

You can tell Natasha feels the same, eyes locking on you even after Steve successfully takes the group picture. (After many attempts.)

“I’m gonna go check on the kids,” Natasha finally says, gesturing back as if she was going to walk back to shore. She’s expectant, waiting.

“And I think I’m gonna go check with her!” you add, chuckling awkwardly, beckoning backwards with your thumbs.

“Okay,” Steve says disbelievingly, eyes glimmering with knowing and just a little amusement. Tony is much less subtle in his sniggering, and Clint looks horrified at the prospect of doing it at the beach.

Tony claps you on the back as you walk past. “Use protection,” he whispers, and you fumble out a haphazard response. 

*****

Turns out, you and Natasha don’t even make it to a completely secluded area before you’re half-undressed and panting. 

And maybe that’s half the thrill, hidden in a secluded beach cave, with regular people roaming around just outside. You’re pressed skin-to-skin with each other and tuning out everything else.

You groan as you snap the strings of Natasha’s bathing suit off, finally, finally. Teardrop tits bounce in place, shaking with the impact of how hard you jerk against your wife, unbearably uncomfortable in the constraints of your boxers.

Natasha takes mercy on you, helping you to tug down your Calvin Clein briefs, watching with heady arousal as your shaft slaps against your six-pack, red and raw and leaking.

“Hurry up,” Natasha whines, bending over and clutching at a stray rock, ass in the air as she exposes her leaking cunt to you. 

“Fuck, baby,” you groan, grabbing onto her ass and slapping it just because you can. You sink deep into your wife, warmth and relief enveloping you as you bury yourself inside her.

The first thrust is like heaven, feeling the pulse and push of Natasha’s walls as she accommodates to take your size, stretching to a familiar extent because you’d made a nest in there for yourself. 

The second thrust takes you there, an insurgent amount of slick coating your cock, flooding the path you proceed to pummel into. “Natty,” you whine, groping at her ass and pulling it closer to you, hilt-deep with no signs of stopping.

“Mhm, daddy,” Natasha moans, walls fluttering around you as you pull out, trying to stop your escape. But then you thrust forward, again, warm and full and deep, and your wife wails beneath you.

Natasha lets this velvet sound from her throat, silky and coated in honey as she breathes reinvigorated life into your arousal.

“Fuck,” you growl, rutting your hips with more rigour. Natasha whines, wrists suspended behind her back with one of your hands as you have your way with her.

“Baby I’m gonna come,” you gasp, virility cloaking the way your abdomen presses up against Natasha, left hand encircling her neck to bring your hot mouth up to hers.

You’re hardly embarrassed for how fast you’re barrelling towards climax, as Natasha is in much more of the same position. She’s panting your name, clutching at the rocks with hard sand digging into her feet. Your cock nudges and prods into her sweet spots effortlessly, the result of countless sex experiences.

“M-me too,” she responds breathily, breaking off into a whine as you press heated, open-mouthed kisses along the line of her back, tasting the salt and sweat on your tongue.

Pleasure blossoms in your lower torso, creeping up the base of your shaft and working its way upwards. Hot arousal overflows from its constraints, and your teeth sinks into your bottom lip as you come, quick and hot and messy.

“Oh!” Natasha moans, high-pitched and sensitive, as you pluck at her ruby-hard nipples. It only takes a few more thrusts for her to reach release, dripping down your cock and her thighs.

“Mhm, nhn—” As your wife raises in pitch and volume, you stuff three fingers into her open mouth, giving her something to suck on and remain quiet. You continue with gentle thrusts, feeling thick white liquid flow out the side of Natasha’s ruined cunt.

“Needa taste you,” you suddenly grunt, hips bumping into Natasha’s ass. She babbles her agreement, despite being half-conscious in a state of post-orgasmic pleasure. 

Easily, you lift Natasha and set her down onto the sandy shore of the beach cave, where the tide is low and washes over your feet gently.

It’s a change of pace, a gradual end to your savage ravaging, slow and sensual, where the water meets the sand. You lower yourself between Natasha’s spread thighs, lips slightly parted and dripping with need.

Natasha swallows audibly, right hand twisting into your tousled hair, looking at you through hooded eyes and lowered lashes. 

Words are left unspoken between the two of you, the tension speaking for itself, as you retain eye contact while lowering your mouth onto Natasha’s pulsing cunt.

You take your last breath of the fresh sea salt air and summer breeze before drowning in unbridled desire. As if making out passionately, you eat your wife out, switching between licking and sucking.

Poetry is written between the lines — the lilt of Natasha’s hitched breath, the crease of her thighs where your fingertips drag across, the shallow water that wades over your feet in a cool decrescendo.

Your head dips down once more, warm and wet, and the sun melts into the horizon, glazing golden and liquid orange. 

With your tongue lodged fully inside your wife’s pussy, marking your inability to breathe, and wide hands spread firmly over Natasha’s thighs, the two of you converge in saintly devotion, hushed worship falling from her lips.

“Please, just like that, please, daddy, please.”

Just like that, and the ocean swallows you whole, taking you under Natasha’s hold inescapably. Your name is said in a breathless cry, lilting and pronounced, and you shudder between her clenched thighs.

“Nat?”

“Yeah?”

“I think there’s ocean water up my asshole.”

“Yeah, I got some sand up my vagina too.”

*****

and that's chapter two of 'hiwthi'! how did yall feel about the introduction of the rest of the cast? i personally enjoyed writing the build-up scenes the most. (sunscreen and surfing!) and for those keen on expanding the family dynamic, i'll be building on that in the next chapter!

reblog or i will take 292857192 years to post the next part

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[winterarmyy]

Until Then

A series of random Bucky Drabbles that I can't let go but don't have the brain to make the whole complete plot of.

Summary: A mission back in time brought Y/N to an unexpected encounter with the man she fell in love with.

Words: 2.3k++

Pairing: 40s!bucky / avenger!bucky x female!reader

Warnings: melancholy-ish plot line with fluffy ending

Inspiration: "You still would've turn my head, even if we'd met on a crowded street in 1944 and you were heading off to fight in the war" – Timeless (From the Vault) by Taylor Swift

Read my other works here: Masterlist

It was supposed to be a quick in and out mission. Y/N and Tony were sent back in time to 1944; one day before Captain America and the Howling Commandos deployed to their next mission at the Austrian Alps, in Europe.

The duo were supposed to retrieve some lost files regarding Hydra's hidden bunks and labs back in the days. After the fight with Thanos, there were rumours of the re-creation of Project Winter Soldier lead by an organization that once associated with Hydra. So, they need all the information they could get their hands on; including the ones that are lost decades ago.

Unfortunately for them SHIELD used to be shitty at storing physical files back in the days. To be fair they still do, especially now that technology had advanced. Every single information were at the tip of their fingers; from typical criminal records to the name of every single doctor and nurses who were present when the person was born.

They literally have everything. And nothing at the same time.

And honestly, the mission was quick as they predicted. Tony managed to scanned the needed files and some others that he thought would be important. He's extra like that too, which was a plus.

However quick the mission supposed to be, they barely make it though, especially when the guards were suspicious of Tony's apparently "hippie" beard. It was such a shame. So much for dressing up in 40's style. They kind of nailed the outfit and aesthetics, according to Steve anyway.

However, thankfully by the time they got out of the facility they managed fit right in with crowd. The wave of people lead the duo along its current, more and more people joined in to the point that they weren't able to find any quiet place to activate their time device.

"I thought we're still in WWII? Why is there fucking a parade in the middle of the day?" Tony being unapologetically sarcastic as always.

Y/N looked around as she observed, there was couple of people animatedly, albeit, excitedly exclaimed to the streak of success of Captain America and the Howling Commandos in the war.

A little to the right of them, were a group of children who were semi-cosplaying as Captain America and his dream team, passionately play-fighting with the enemies as if they were in a theater performance.

"I guess they're celebrating small wins. Steve and his team did have several successful raids since the battle at Azzano." It was in fact true; what Y/N speculated was exactly the very reason of the current occasion.

Tony simply shrugged as he stretched his neck higher to hopefully find the end the crowd, "Sure, just keep your eyes open for a place to time jump. I don't want to be stuck in the middle of another war." Y/N nodded as she looked around the sides, wondering if there's an empty alleyway that they could use.

The more sketchy looking it was, the better.

The crowd was chaotic with different mix of conversations and cheers; voices intertwining with one another, each sentences criss and crosses into indecipherable storyline. But even then, Y/N could recognized that breathy, slightly giggly laughter anywhere.

Especially when he brushed right by her.

Y/N was well aware of how madly in love she was with Bucky even with the coy cat-and-mouse game they were playing for months. She knew exactly the hold he had on her soul that at some point, she was conviced that he still would've turn her head in any lifetime.

But that idea was only supposed to be one of the secrets in her mind; the thoughts of a hopeless romantic that she was. Certainly, she didn't dreamt of the vision for it come true. But there she was, frozen on her spot when the time stood still on the crowded street in 1944; fortuitously crossing path with man she fell in love with.

There weren't any suitable explanation for this other than it was fate. In that short milliseconds, Y/N saw the resemblance of the sight to a memory of hers in the crowded room a few short years ago; his left arm slung around Steve's neck, letting his weight leaned on his super soldier friend as he let out a hearty laughter.

There were only slight difference from what she saw before and what she currently seeing; Bucky wore an all black suit at that party, now he's wearing his military uniform in a parade. Bucky was dead drunk on Asguardian mead that night, now he's as sober as a soldier deprived of liquor. Bucky's left hand was adorned with high-tech vibranium metal, now that very hand was still made of flesh and blood, still alive.

During that brief moment of revelation, she truly believed that they were supposed to find this.

Whatever this is supposed to be; Fate? Love? Both? She was not sure either.

She was so stuck on holding her gaze on his back as the young soldier walked a few steps away from her that she didn't notice how the people in the surge glared at her unmoving state or how she had been astray from Tony.

Well, at least it only lasted until someone bumped into her and she staggered backwards, inevitably fell on the ground.

Y/N groaned but quickly patted her pockets to find her time device was still there. I mean, she can never be sure if it was just an accident that she fell or someone intended to distract her while pick-pocketing her belongings.

Though other people would probably already stood on  their feet but Y/N was still on the dusty road, as she was busy recollecting her mental state rather than her physical.

That was when a calloused hand reached out to her, offering a kind help.

She didn't think twice to take his hand, let alone looking up at his face when she gripped it tight enough to make a solid foundation to push herself against the gravity, "Oh dear me! Thank you so much, sir. I really..." She lost her momentum when she met the pale blue of his eyes, "...appreciate it." She ended the sentence breathlessly.

It's Bucky. Her brain tried to let her process the thought. It was not her Bucky but still... it's Bucky. Her eyes then fell to where their skin touched. Warm and gentle. His left hand felt the exact same as his right. It made her to cave in the urge to hold it a little longer, to savour the memory of what it could've been; not that she weren't fond of his vibranium arm but curiosity can be such a fickle thing.

Bucky smiled, "Glad to help, my lady." And oh dear does he smiled effortlessly, freely; as if he knew he deserved to feel joy in his life.

Even if she didn't want to, she had to let go of his hand after a few seconds too long of holding it when she was already up and ready to go. She returned his smile though her heart was barely tough enough to stop the spreading of its cracks, "Really, I can't thank you enough."

In reality, it was probably unnecessary to thank him that much for helping her to get back on her feet, but Y/N wasn't really thanking him just for that.

Unbeknownst to him, she was thanking him for not holding back a smile, for not overthinking about the things he might have done to draw a conclusion that he was undeserving have the luxury to smile, for unapologetically just living the life he supposed to have.

She thanked him for it.

Bucky chuckled amusingly as he slightly titled his head to the side. A charming pull on the corner of his lips revealed a smile that could swoon anyone on sight, especially her.

"Well, we're having a little party tonight before deploying to Europe tomorrow. So, maybe you can thank me by letting me bring you to the dance? How about that, doll?" She almost forgot that Steve was there next to him, until Bucky references the word "we".

And especially when his words might just pulled Y/N's heartstrings in ways that she could never thought someone could do. It was awfully slow, almost too delicate of a pull, but each inches of it pained her deeply.

If it was up to her, she would've said yes a million times over but she knew she can't. And the voice in her earpiece reminded her of it, "Y/N, we gotta go." Tony urged as he watched her from the corner of the street.

Y/N tried her best not let her facial expression flatter, "Unfortunately, I can't. I'm going back to my hometown today." It wasn't exactly a lie when she made that excuse.

"Ohh, I see. You're not from here, huh?" Bucky was very honest as his reaction clearly showed his disappointment. Though not at her, just at the situation.

Her brows briefly crunch into an apologizing plead before she boldly grabbed him by the collar of his uniform, slightly pulled him down to her level, while the other hand cupped one side of his face.

She tiptoed herself upwards as she pressed a firm yet sweet kiss on the smooth skin of his cheek and whispered against it, "But, I hope this would do."

Lost for words, heck, Bucky was lost for thoughts. What was left was his own heart thumping hard and loud that he bet Steve can hear it from where he was standing. His cheeks became warmer by the second and the redness spreads even to the tip of his ears.

Of course he had his cheek kissed before, but not like this. None of them felt like this. They were always too fast, too hasty.

Hers was different. It lingered a little longer, gently leaving her imprint on him. He can feel her grip on his collar, the stroke of her thumb on his cheek and of course the soft pressure of her lips on the other side of his face. He could everything so particularly.

Bucky was rendered speechless even after she pulled her lips away; it was too soon for his comfort. Eyes wide open, his lips slightly parted as he let himself lost in the pleasant surprise.

He thought she would parted herself and ran away feeling embarrassed, but she did the very opposite. Y/N lead his forehead to lean on hers, tip of their nose grazed, and her lips hovered above his.

So close, yet refused to merge with one another.

Y/N whispered quietly, as if she was talking to herself, "You'll be fine, James. You'll find home in the future. I promise."

Her voice trembled as Bucky just noticed how wet her eyes were becoming. With that amount of tears in them, he wondered if her sight were all blurry now.

Y/N took in a shaky breath before continuing, "You just need to survive the winter and trust me at the end of that season, you'll reach the sun again." Her thumbs softly traces his cheeks as she spoke.

Bucky didn't quite understand what she was saying but if he loosely translate it, it would mean that 'she believed that he'll be back soon after the war'. But then again, he felt like there were some major things that was missing from the context that he came up with.

Y/N's earpiece send another transmission of Tony's voice, "Okay, seriously. Come on, Juliette. Your other Romeo is waiting for you." She couldn't help but to smile as she closed her eyes, letting the excess tears fall down to her cheeks.

She didn't want to say goodbye, as she knew that this was not where their story ends, at least not his; that's for sure. So, she simply smiled up at him with a reassuring look in her eyes before stepping back. She then, briefly turned her attention to the dumbfounded Steve, gracing him with a similar smile before walking away.

It was just a few steps away when her hand was caught in between someone's, "Hey!" Y/N looked over her shoulder to see Bucky; wide eye, blinking in disbelief and blushing red, all at the same time, "WiIl... Will I see you again?" He asked, though hesitant; wondering if he was being rude.

Compared to what she had done to him, he was just being too polite.

Y/N chuckled dearly, "Of course." Then she replied confidently, "I owe you a dance after all." Her lips parted into a cheeky grin.

Bucky let out a sharp relieved sigh as his lips mimic hers, "I'll look forward to it, doll." He slightly bowed as his hand pulled hers closer to his lips, "Until then." He placed a soft kiss on the back of her hand as his gaze remained on hers.

Apparently, it was Y/N's turn to blush to his antics. She stepped back shyly as her cheeks brightens before scurring away. Maybe, Bucky was right with his prediction prior. She did ran away feeling embarrassed after all.

She jogged towards the next corner of the street, meeting up with Tony. The older might have eyeing her in a teasing manner, but his smirk was the biggest giveaway. Y/N simply rolled her eyes, even if her lips maintained its shape from the aftermath of her encounter with Bucky.

As they entered deeper into the alleyway, Tony spoke, "I gotta admit, young terminator was a hottie. Not hotter than me, of course." he claimed.

Y/N frowned, letting out a scoff, "What do you mean "was"? He still is." Call it bias, but at least she was telling the truth.

Tony shrugged, "Meh. Would argue to differ. But, whatever that floats your boat, I guess?" Tony sassed as they clicked on the time device at the same time, revealing a swirlling portal, in front of them.

Y/N quirked her brow, her hands on her hips, "You're just jealous that he aged like a fine fucking wine and you don't." She purposely challenged his ego.

Tony dramatically rolled his eyes, "Please. He wishes." He walked into portal with an attitude, making Y/N laughed at his childish acts.

She looked back at the alleyway one last time and reminisce the last moments of a past that she never belong in. As she walked into the portal, she thought that maybe, it's time to pay her debt to Bucky.

End.

Read my other works here: Masterlist

A/N: The start of bucky drabbles because why not. This is considered a drabble for me because i feel like there's lack of story building. But, you tell me. And did you enjoy it?

[stonyinspiration]

People in this fandom usually depict Tony as the one that’s apprehensive about fatherhood, while fatherhood comes naturally for Steve.

I respectfully disagree with this.

Here are my reasons for coming to this conclusion:

Even without Morgan, Tony has this naturally nurturing side that comes out with the people he loves. He’s definitely the paternal figure to his team; he pays for everything, personally makes them healthy smoothes, stacks the fridge with all their favorite foods, builds and repairs their costumes and weapons, and gets frustrated when they don’t follow the simple house rules (coffee grinds in the sink). Not only do his teammates sometimes act like children that need to be cared for, but he also has the bots to care for. He cares so much about everyone because he knows what it feels like to be unloved, and helping others also keeps his own emotional demons at bay. He suffers from anxiety and suffers from feelings of inadequacy, so he’s gonna initial freak over having his own child. Once the child is born though, he will see how naturally fatherhood comes to him Domestically itself feels like a reprieve from his chaotic life and for once he’s not constantly worrying about the future. After yearning for his father’s love for so long, he can finally heal his inner child by giving his own child unconditional love.

Steve originally wanted to marry and have children solely because that was expected for everyone when he was growing up. Then he found his own family in The Avengers and gradually started moving away from the idea of a traditional family. Tony’s self-destruction was much more noticeable, while Steve’s self-destruction is quieter and doesn’t get the attention it deserves, which doesn’t allow him to seek help for it. While Tony starts to heal, Steve only seems to get worse in the sense that he is ready to die without a moments hesitation. Steve is also younger and has had so much of his life stolen from him that he wouldn’t see the appeal of being tied down at least before his 40’s. He’s a romantic at heart but it doesn’t coincide with the way he lives his life. He has a big, loving heart but he’s also afraid of letting people in. As the team’s leader he is responsible for their safety, which of course weighs heavily on his shoulders; his alone time is vital for him to decompress and helps him go on pretending to be their unflappable leader. I picture fatherhood either being thrust upon him or him having a child when he is older and more settled down. If it’s thrust upon him when he’s younger, then he’s definitely gonna struggle with it in terms of how it pertains to his identity. He would step up to the responsibility and adore his child more than anything in the world, but fatherhood won’t come as naturally at first. Even if he eases himself into it, he can’t help but feel out of place in a domestic setting, which would lead to feelings of guilt that will turn into depression. Either way he will end up being an amazing father but not without struggle and inner turmoil.

[im-defective-this-morning]

Characters that fit Into the Chaotic Academia Aesthetic:

Solidly:

Viktor from Arcane

Alice from Alice through the Looking Glass

Bakugou Katsuki for BNHA

Damian Al Ghul/Wayne from DC

Tim Wayne from DC

Jason Todd from DC

Harley Quinn from DC

Audrey Ramirez from Atlantis the Lost Empire

Anakin Skywalker (likely all the skywalkers) from the Star Wars Saga

Young Obi Wan from the Star Wars Saga

Iron Heart, Tony Stark, Peter Parker etc from marvel . I think it’s a requirement for iron people

Shuri from Marvel

Daisy Johnson from Agents of Shield

Peli Motto from the Mandolorian

Hatsume from BNHA

Reagan Riddley from Inside Job

Steven Grant from Moon Knight

Pirate Fairy from Tinkerbell

Beth Harmon from Queens Gambit

Wylan from Grisha Verse

Soap Mactavish from CAD

Kirk in Star Trek

Maybe?:

Jinx from Arcane (smart but academia aspects are rarely showcased)

Wybie from Coraline (leans more dark academia)

Izuku Midoriya (I’ve never seen the manga or anime so I’m unsure what is canon vs fanon)

Specificly:

If Needy dated Jennifer in Jennifer’s Body

All nerdy Creepypasta fans

If Zélie from Children of Blood and Bone gets a chance to relax for a single moment

Tinker Bell if she was allowed to be PG 13

Every non-pretentious physics major

Ghoulia from Monster High if she got more screen time

Techna from Winx with anger issues

Hermione vs Rita Skeeter from the Harry Potter Books

Modern Day Azula from Avatar the Last airbender

Lena if she weren’t a Luther

[summerofofelia]

15 day BL challenge time!

OG here 🤍

Day 14 - Top 5 most sad boys

Tang Yi (History 3: Trapped)

There’s nothing I love more than a bad boy who’s actually just a wounded little puppy in need of a cuddle. Abused child, adopted son of a mafia boss, forced to lead because his adopted father was shot, living a life of vengeance ever since, oh life has been so cruel to him. But then Tang Yi meets Shao Fei, who is a combination of a golden retriever and a box of fireworks and somehow, against every single rational thought screaming this is a bad idea!!! He falls in love with this chaotic ball of sunshine. And my sad boy finds a safe person that holds him in his sadness and tells him everything will be okay. He finds tenderness and warmth in a man he once saw as an enemy and it’s still sad but it’s like a sadness mingled with happiness. It’s bittersweet. The circumstances are still harsh and sad, but Tang Yi has found his shelter in the storm in the form of Meng Shao Fei.

Akk (The Eclipse)

There is something so heartbreaking and raw about Akk’s struggles, the way he seems to be carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, so terrified of letting anyone down, of letting anyone in. He has a hollowness in his chest, an ache in his bones, a terror creeping in that he’s not right and he desperately needs to do everything possible to make sure everyone thinks he’s normal. I adore The Eclipse series but the first time I watched it I found it quite triggering because I saw so much of my teenage self in Akk. It is a testament to the acting ability of First that he was able to so accurately and painfully portray the struggle of a queer teenager trapped inside themselves.

Kim Dong Hui (The Time of Fever)

Turns out I’m drawn to repressed characters desperately struggling with their identity, suffocating in shame and guilt, torn between their heart and desires and what they feel they have to do according to the demands of society and their community. HMMMM I WONDER WHY. The Time of Fever broke my heart and took my breath away, the way it depicted the pining, the longing, the hidden glances, the hope and the guilt and the breathless desire of the queer teenage experience was painfully sublime. And to be honest, Dong Hui and Ho Tae should both be here because they’re two parts of a whole heart, two boys who just need a hug.

Kenta (Pit Babe)

Kenta was either kidnapped from his birth family or sold by his birth parents into Tony’s crazy alpha children’s farm, abused and neglected his entire childhood and basically trained to be a guard dog and the saddest thing is he still clings to Tony and does everything he tells him to do because Kenta believes that his dad, despite everything, still loves him. When Tony rejects him completely, Kenta’s entire world implodes. Who is he without Tony? In one sentence Tony basically destroys this man’s entire life and identity. What’s the term… justifiable homicide? Yeah, Kenta did that. I got no qualms.

Hira (My Beautiful Man)

Hira is such a a tragic figure because he is someone that truly doesn’t believe he has anything of value to offer the world. It’s almost painful watching him because it’s so hard to see someone think so little of themselves. I just wanna give this dude a hug and the number of a good therapist!!!!

[fox-barnes]

FC: Maitreyi Ramakrishnan

"𝓨𝓐𝓨!"

⭑𓂃 MARVEL UNIVERSE OC

INFORMATION

FULL NAME:

Fox Romanoff-Barnes

AGE:

19

GENDER:

Nonbinary

PRONOUNS:

they/them

SEXUALITY:

bisexual

biromantic

ETHNICITY:

Desi American

DATE OF BIRTH:

November 22

MENTAL/PHYSICAL DISABILITIES:

ADHD

depression

anxiety

PTSD

sleep apnea

IBS

scoliosis

ABILITIES:

illusions

conjuring items

magic blasts

casting spells/enchantments

more magical abilities

PARENTS:

@natt-romanoff-barnes-official

@official-buckybarnes

SIBLINGS:

@moon-barnes

@multifandomer537

@zenya-medvdev

GRANDPARENTS:

@ironwidowassassin

@its-not-crimson-dynamo

@all-agatha-harkness

AUNTS:

@your-fav-russian-assassin

PETS:

@official-alpinebarnes

Jackie

@jimmy-the-fox

FRIENDS:

@moongirlwidow

@nevaeh-daughterofvalcarol

@jollyjellyy

@you-know-me-no-you-dont

@loki-variant-number-24601

@hawkeyes-favorite

@emmagical-bennett

@the-real-peterparker

@pyxis-deliveryservices

@wadewilsonposting

@tony-starkinator

@noyabrina-peony

@merc-with-a-mouth-69

@goddess-of-birds

@dead-in-the-pool

PARTNER:

none

CHILDREN:

@ireallyliketacosokay

OCCUPATION:

in Agatha’s Coven of Chaos

running for vice president

runs the Fox x Mischief Club

PERSONALITY:

silly

impulsive

cheerful (most of the time)

hopeless romantic

deeply caring of their loved ones

daring

chaotic

mischievous

brave

reckless- jumps headfirst into danger

HOBBIES:

reading

writing

singing

swimming

fighting

throwing parties

playing pranks

going on missions

LIKES:

foxes

royal blue

chocolate (especially dark chocolate)

their family

magic

adventure

kicking bad guys’ asses

crop tops

pretty dresses

parties

stickers

shopping

roses

Brooklyn 99 (show)

Ever After High (show)

hugs

pranks

desserts, especially cake

DISLIKES:

discrimination

people who hurt the ones they love

narcissists

egoists

know-it-alls

bad guys

drinking water

FEARS:

loosing their loved ones

being alone

APPEARANCE

SKIN:

medium/chocolate brown

HAIR

black

royal blue streaks

shoulder length

curly

EYES:

dark brown

HEIGHT:

5’2

ACCESSORIES:

nose ring

EVIL FOX

HOUSE

BACKGROUND

Fox’s biological mother died in the battle of NY. Fox recently discovered that they are descended from Heimdall and are a demigod. They’ve never met their dad. Fox is still traumatized from the battle of NY. Fox wants to be like their hero, their (adopted) dad, and save the world someday.

OTHER

MOD: @foxherder

CREDIT FOR THE TEMPLATE: @moon-barnes

[lokilaufeysonslove]

Clint: Y/n, do you have a plan?

Y/n: Yes. But it’s like that children's game, 'Hungry, Hungry Hippos.' It's loud, chaotic and there's no clear winner.

Clint:

Tony: Okay, anyone else?

[ekat-fandom-blog]

Dr Wayne AU

Idea from this post.

Bruce graduated from medical school. He went out and trained to become a vigilante. He came back and things mostly turned out like the original universe does. Until Dick. The stress was getting to him. Gnawing away at his morals and last shred of patients. Mysteriously, the building Tony Zuko was in blew up and Batman wasn't seen again.

Years go by, and more mysterious explosions kill more mob bosses and super villains. No one connects Bruce to the explosions except for a malnourished street kid who caught him in the act. Smart little street rat that is Jason Todd uses this knowledge to get some food. Bruce quickly takes a liking to him and brings him home. Jason starts helping Bruce rig these explosions after a while. While setting up a bomb meant for their slipperiest evil doer, Joker, it goes off while Jason's in the building. Bruce goes a little crazy (or maybe crazier. who's to say) after Jason's death.

He meets Tim Drake at a function being held by Mr and Mrs Drake and notices some things. The first thing he notices is how similar Tim looks to Jason when they met in that dark alley. The second thing he notices is that the Drakes are almost always out of Gotham. The third thing he notices is that Tim seems to light up when Bruce mentions Dick. He'd love to just snatch the kid up and bring him home, but he couldn't. Not without a reason to keep the kid. It was just luck that one of the many villains still populating Gotham decided to target the plane the Drakes were on a week later. In his gratitude for the opportunity to take in the sweet child he'd found, he made sure the explosion he set for them would only maim them instead of kill them.

Getting Jason was amazing and horrible. The sweet precious boy nearly killed Bruce and Tim with the minor explosive he'd put in Bruce's favorite car. But that didn't matter all that much. By the end of the entire debacle, no one was hurt and they'd even managed to clear up some misunderstandings. Bruce had all of his children under one roof again.

He thought he had all of his children under one roof until he learned about Damian. There weren't any words he could use to describe how upset it made him to learn that another of his children were being kept from him. He did have to thank Talia, however. Without Talia slipping up to Jason about Damian's existence he wouldn't have known until one of the Al Ghul's revealed it to him. Tim overheard Jason and Bruce planning to retrieve Damian and revealed that he'd known since he came to the manor what Jason and Bruce did. Told the two that he knew how to help gather intel on the League long term as long as they could slip a microchip into one of the League's mainframe computers. The Plan went well, all things considered. Jason and Bruce came out of it with a few scars and a broken rib, which was less damage than expected. They sadly weren't able to catch many of the assassins in any of their micro explosions, but they overall won the battle.

After everything was said and done, Damian fit in well with their chaotically violent family. Even if he did prefer swords to explosives. It was much less strange than Dick's proclivities to only do harm when he felt it was strictly necessary. He gets it from Alfred, Bruce supposed.

[valdez-my-love]

"Unsteady" || Marc Spector

(fanfiction) Marc Spector x fem! OC

[ my works in Polish are available on Wattpad ValdezMyLove and in English on Wattpad VenniLanRosie]

DISCLAIMER:

I do not own any rights to productions included in the Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU) !

Original plots and characters belong to me.

This is a translation of my fanfiction, which I originally wrote in my native language (Polish). There may be mistakes as English is my second language.

this story cannot be translated into other languages ​​or published without my knowledge and consent.

Plot Description:

Part I

IVELLE'S LIFE WAS MORE TWISTED THAN ANYONE COULD IMAGINE. Growing up in her brother Tony's shadow wasn't easy, especially when he himself was quite the troublemaker. She was lucky that she could always count on the support of Marc, her beloved husband. However, she didn't expect that one show would complicate the lives of their entire family even more than ever before…

Part II

DESPITE THE YEARS THAT HAVE PASSED, IVELLE FELT THAT HER LIFE WAS NOT COMPLETELY ORGANIZED IN THE WAY SHE REALLY WANTED. Losing Marc, and then Thanos's snap, which caused the woman to lose five years of her life… It was too much for her. Even though she tried to move on, it wasn't quite that simple. Especially when her best friend revealed to her information that turns the life of Ivelle and her children one hundred and eighty degrees. What do Egyptian gods and London have to do with this? Time was supposed to show this…

Introduction:

IVELLE STARK-SPECTOR | THE CARING ONE

( faceclaim: Inbar Lavi )

MARC SPECTOR | THE MOON KNIGHT

( faceclaim: Oscar Isaac )

AND OTHER CHARACTERS

JAYLEE AND LUCAS SPECTOR | THE TWINS AKA CHAOTIC DUO

( faceclaims: Jenna Ortega and Louis Partridge )

TONY STARK | THE OLDER BROTHER

( faceclaim: Robert Downey Jr )

BLAIR BENSON | THE TWIN SISTER WITH BLONDE HAIR

( faceclaim: Vanessa Kirby )

AND OTHERS...

[laraismissing]

I love your world building for creeps so much ( especially your OCS) I kinda wonder what the dynamics are between Lorraine,robin and Juliet since I assume they live together, do they all just awkwardly eat dinner together 😭 and any Tony headcanons, I just see him being edited to good luck babe constantly 💀

aaa tysm!! it always feels nice when someone compliments my ocs 🥺

So actually, funny enough, they don’t live together anymore.

Im still trying to figure out if Id like robin to live in a shelter, or live with will and jack. idk, shes still kinda in development within the world building wise?? that sounded so stupid but its 2am and im tired so i ain’t fixing it.

however, lorraine lives in a house in the slums. with her grandfather, brother, and five children.

Xander(10), Hunter+Silas(9), Salem(7), and Juliet(4).

they have a very chaotic family. think of white trash but just in a weird cultish kind of way-?? idk, lorraine is absolutely ridiculous and i love her. she adores her children and they are very much provided for and taken care of.

Gerald (lorraine’s grandfather) works as an underground doctor, and shares a building with forenzik. landlord couldn’t decide on who to lease it to, so they share the rent. each side belongs to one of them.

lawrence (lorraine’s younger brother) works with his grandfather, side by side.

and then lorraine’s .. well, a dancer, stripper, hunter, collector, other stuff. this woman does so much work it’s ridiculous. very chaotic family.

also honestly, i haven’t really added anything for tony. however, his parents are both beezlebub and mammon. he’s their son. that’s like.. the only new thing about him 😭. idk what else to say about him as of now.

[ao3feed-irondadspiderson]

To Be Seen

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55872985 by HorrorFishy A year after Endgame and Peter has yet to recover from the major life changes that have been thrown at him. Tony has a daughter, May moved on with a man he hates, she has two children of her own, they're in a new apartment, his friends' lives are just as chaotic, and he can't seem to find a corner to turn to. Feeling overwhelmed, alone, and hurt, he finds solace in unconventional, unhealthy ways thanks to one Harry Osborn. Read the tags and notes. The warning is light, and explained more in the notes. Words: 2040, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Peter Angst/Whump Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Multi, Other Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Aunt May Parker (Marvel), Avengers Team Members (Marvel), Other Avengers, Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Harry Osborn, Original Male Character(s) Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Natasha Romanov, Avengers Team Members & Peter Parker, Harry Osborn/Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: tw, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Alcohol, Drug Use, Recreational Drug Use, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Drugs, Drug Addiction, Depression, Anxiety, References to Depression, Abuse, Domestic Violence, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Non-con Elements, Recovery read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/55872985

[xerith-42]

Okay do, I have a few favorite characters from there and I will tell you why! (Also, I love the entire main cast and the show genuinely holds up so well)

1. David Xanatos - One of the best antagonists in a show ever created. Nothing he ever does in the series doesn't benefit him in some way and has some of the best lines ever written. Craziest thing is, you can't even call him a villain because he is just an antagonist.

" Pay a man enough, and he'll walk barefoot into hell" SIR SIR!

2. Macbeth - I am a Shakespeare nerd and he is one of the best interpretations of the character. Accurate, eeeehhh, amazing interpretation though l. Also, the first genuine anti-villain I have ever seen executed properly

3. Demona - Again, another antagonist but it's because all of the antagonists are written so well! There is not an antagonist in this show that I can't understand their motives, and she is also so hot. Just so hot.

I could have put any characters on this list because everyone is just so well written and characterized! The only show that does everything from Lawful Good to Chaotic Neutral to True Evil perfectly.

You have exquisite taste my friend.

Xanatos is one of the characters of all time. He's Tony Stark but with a rat tail, he shipped an entire castle into his skyscraper that is probably not structurally sound enough for that just to test an ancient spell, he landed the second hottest redheaded baddie in the series, his name sounds like an antidepressant. I love him.

Macbeth is such a good character, but he's so funny with the knowledge now of what Shakespeare's actual Macbeth is like. He wishes he could be as cool as this version of him from a children's cartoon in the 90's.

Demona is actually my second favorite character. She's so much of the reason I am who I am, genuinely one of the best written antagonists, and oh my god she's so hot. She is. So hot.

My actual fave is Brooklyn because stop me if I've loved a character like this before, he's a soft idiot with a heart of gold that wants to do right by people but also appear tough and be a leader even if he isn't sure how to do it. I have never liked any character like this ever before.

Goliath is my third because Keith David's performance is just that good

[anxietyfluffy]

my OCs sprites & suspect lineups!

(SPOILERS FOR GAME 1, 2, 3, 4 & 5)

Faye is the girlfriend of Duncan, and is a carpenter in white peaks! She grew up in Rhyne Canyon, so she tends to wear clothes made for warm weather. Her daughter is Cosette, a more quiet girl. Faye n Cosette met Duncan due to the fact Cosette was the little girl he saved. When he was in the hospital, recovering after being shot in the spine, Faye and Cosette constantly visited him, thanking him for saving the both of them. Soon, when Duncan left the hospital, Faye visited him a lot more, which lead to them getting feelings for each other - and lead them to getting in a relationship. The two of them were disheartened when they discovered Duncan was a serial killer, Faye never stopped talking to him though, even if what he did hurt the two so bad.

Here is Aliah Khan, an Arrernte-Aboriginal woman from Australia. She went over the the Concordia Flying Squad originally for training, until she felt a certain connection to someone - Diego Del Lobo. Though, sadly, she could not properly be with him, as she was stuck in a loveless marriage. Though, with the time she got with Diego, their relationship grew to be strong. That was - until he killed Charlie. In ways, she understood why he did what he did, there was no choice on his part. But, the fact he killed someone they both were close to left cracks in their dynamic. And it didn’t help she had to return back to Australia. Before she left, Diego told her to look through his stuff, to where she found a necklace and a notebook. Telling her to keep it, Diego wished her better times in Australia, and that he hoped she’d write to him. Aliah treasured that notebook - which was full of love notes to her, from Diego - and the necklace, passing the jewellery down generations to keep it - and really, their love, safe and strong.

Brutus & Apollo are the descendants of Aliah, Angel being an adopted brother in their family. Brutus is the leader of the group, and was a detective for Grimsburough, Pacific Bay and the Bureau before making his own police department in his home country, Australia. His best friend, adopted brother and co-worker, Angel, is a loud, party-filled kinda guy. He loves scene music and just being chaotic. Apollo is similar, a care-free man who loves a good swim and a good game of soccer. And AFL. And any sport you can think of, really. Brutus is practically a polar opposite compared to these two social butterflies, he’s practically a hermit, who sucks at social situations. Though, this is made up by his pure smarts and strength. But that doesn’t stop him from being a blunt, awkward man who swears half of the time he speaks. (Also, Brutus has Aliah’s necklace, he just keeps it hidden underneath his shirt.)

Cecilia Serafina Marconi is Ginger and Tony’s child, born in 2009, she is a more quiet child. Blunt like her father, she doesn’t really have a lot of friends. But, she does have Astrid, her absolute best friend. Astrid is a year older than her, and was originally living with her grandmother, Margaret Littlewood before the events of Dog eat Dog happened. Instead of a dog show though, it was a beauty pageant for children. (Yes, that absolutely makes the case more devastating. :) ) Astrid ended up getting adopted by David Jones, as her parents were dead long before her actual case. 5 years later, she ended up being the loud, comforting friend for Cecilia. They both are inseparable - to the dismay of Tony and David - and always want the other to be there with them even for the most random situations.  If you all have any questions or want to know more about them, ask away! :D

[kim-ruzek]

Thoughts on Sylvie and Brettsey?

Andrea did an interview and it sounds like Jesse will be back for more than one ep.

Thoughts on the maid of honour situation?

Honestly, I have no idea half of what goes on in Andrea's head so I'm not going to comment on that. (She's more chaotic than derek and that's saying something).

Although I will say this - If Jesse is back for more than just the one episode, it better not be because Sylvie is in trouble because I will riot. I am so close to my happy ending and I'm already worried they're going to nuke Sylvie's career. As much as I love and adore having JS on my screen, I'd rather less if it meant that.

But for Brettsey in general:

The best line for me was Sylvie saying she can't believe she's finally marrying Matt Casey, because same, girl, same. And I love that she's trying to find the perfect wedding venue that's them and perfect because she's finally going to marry her soulmate and goddamn it it needs to be perfect. (although poor Violet lmao, really should've kept her mouth shut).

I'm going to miss Sylvie when she goes, and I'm going to miss Sylvie and Mouch as a duo, as well as Sylvie and Violet and Sylvie and Stella (+ Vi) because I adore those dynamics but still I'm glad it's because Brettsey will be married with children!

I do wish we got a little more on Julia, but with the shortened season I can see why we haven't yet and also Sylvie has gone into her planning mode so it makes sense.

I love Violet being Sylvie's maid of honour (although I wouldn't have minded if it was Stella but Violet is the better choice) and I love how she asked her. That Sylvie had totally blanked on actually asking her and just assuming that Violet knows because of course Vi is going to be the MOH.

I also love Violet's face when she realised what being the maid of honour, and planning the party, means and I ADORED Stella's reaction (and Tony's lmao). Also Stella and Violet's interaction gives me hope CF won't just drop their friendship when Sylvie leaves, as that was a slight fear of mine.

Thank you for asking!!! I do so enjoy talking about my babies.

[mutantontheloose]

Hi!

This is a RP blog for my X-Men/Marvel OC Lina. I do not own the X-Men or the Avengers - this whole blog is just for fun! Both the OC Lina and the mod are over 21

Lina is a combination of Lorna Dane and Nina from Apocalypse.

She’s the daughter of Erik/Magneto - her power is Magnetokinesis like her father. She’s as powerful as Erik.

Instead of dying in the woods with her mother, Lina survived and was found by soldiers who gave her to Thaddeus Ross who had a telepath wipe her memories and put her on ice. The plan was to make Lina into a weapon to control Magneto.

Erik and Charles discovered this and rescued Lina, restoring her memories and raising her at the school.

Lina officially joined the X-Men once she finished school - taking the mutant name Magfire.

On a mission, Lina crossed paths with the Avengers and became friends/allies.

Personality: Lina is sassy and sarcastic, loyal to the people she loves, she’s fiercely protective of any children - mutant or human, she has a clear moral code, having come so close to death she loves life, plays bass and paints.

Appearance: Lina has dark eyes and dark hair. Lina has a grungy style, wears dark colours, has a tongue piercing and likes experimenting with hair dye.

Relationships:

X-Men

Erik/Magneto: really close to her Papa, Erik can be extremely protective at times, but he’s also immensely proud of Lina, of her power and her strength.

Charles/Professor X: Charles adores her. Lina got her strong moral compass from Charles and views him as a second father. One pout and “Uncle Charlie” is done for.

Peter Maximoff: Peter was so excited to have a little sister! Sometimes he gets a little insecure about how close Erik and Lina are but is quickly reassured by Lina. They play video games and have movie nights together - kinda annoy the shit out of everyone else.

Mystique, Jean, Scott and Storm: all like older siblings. Lina knows when she needs help they’ve got her back.

Bobby, Rouge, Gambit, and Pyro: chaotic best friends. Dubbed “Mystery Inc.” by Scott. Ride or die, fight together - no mourners, no funerals.

Avengers:

Gets along well with everyone, becomes a link between the two teams.

Good friends with Yelena, Wanda and Nat.

It took a while for Tony and Bruce to trust Lina and welcome her in, but her ability to help mend equipment in the field won them over.

Lina and Bucky had a slow burn romance. Mainly due to Bucky’s fears about being romantically involved with someone after all he’s been through. When Lina gets too boisterous and rowdy Bucky will grumble about being an old man, until Lina makes him crack a smile. (My Bucky rp is @justawhitewolf)

Steve likes Lina, he’s happy his best friend has found someone. Especially someone who helps Bucky see the lighter side of life again. Sam and Lina get on like a house on fire, both enjoy teasing the “grandpas” about modern pop culture.

Unfortunately Sam has walked in on some awkward situations…..

[1jemmagirl22]

Hello friends, in honor of the 3 year anniversary of these precious souls getting their happily ever after and us as a fandom collectively screaming

I've decided to share some FS head cannons as a both an ode to my ultimate OTP, and something to slowly ease my way back into Tumblr chaos posts, because and I'm sorry mutuals, I've been in some unhinged pits these past few months as so enamored I forgot to share it with you.

So, with our further ado, Jemma's ultimate Fitzsimmons head cannons! The best 3 for 3 Fitzsimmons endgame celebrated years!

Fitzsimmons now own a castle they bought with Deke's billions, oh right, they also have Deke's billions because fuck you I said so. If you are wondering where this will be, well Perthshire of course, and if you're wondering, is there a castle in Perthshire Scotland? Well yes, yes there are. Many, I've been to three and stayed at a hotel in the fourth, Perthshire is a county of castles, and Fitzsimmons will own one for their children.

That brings me to head cannon two, yes they have more than just our pride and joy the princess of all love and happiness, Alya names-after-the-star-she-was-born-in Fitzsimmons herself. I like to think Fitzsimmons have two more children, a son and a second daughter. The son will be named Lincoln Deke Fitzsimmons (Let's not dwell on naming the grandchild's uncle after the grandchild). And the daughter will be names Sky Melinda Fitzsimmons. Oh and Alya's full name is Alya Daisy Fitzsimmons, yes they name both heir daughters after Daisy, no it's not too much. And also, yes the children will have the last name Fitzsimmons, and every fucking member of the team, will gush over it every time they visit.

Now finally, for the third and most chaotic head cannon. Fitzsimmons are chaotic visiting faculty at the New SHIELD Academy. That's right these darlings teach the bright young future of SHIELD, and they do it Fitzsimmons style with unhinged story time, impromptu visits from Bobbi and Hunter, and of course, their genius children popping from time to time to show up the twenty something PHD graduates, because yes, I swear Alya at six could probably stare down Tony Stark in a mental battle and tie (I have some limits). This teaching style is extremely popular and the entire SHIELD Academy loves them.

There we have it folks my three favorite Fitzsimmons head cannons in honor of the 3 year anniversary of our internal joy as Fitzsimmons shippers. Have fun celebrating this glorious day my lovely fellow Fitzsimmons worshippers!