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may-fanfic · 3 years

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Falling Hard

Summary: Natasha took you in when you were very young and raised you as her own. You and Wanda become friends when she was recruited, after an argument you have with nat, Wanda is there to comfort you.

Warning: mentions of drug addict parents, small argument, thats about it, correct me if i’m wrong tho

Rating: idk its fluff

word count: 2,311

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pt 2

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Wanda hadn't expected to find someone she could rely on or relate to anyone when she joined the Avengers. she assumed they were all gonna be older people who had no idea what they would talk to them about, she figured it would be awkward but at least, she had people on her side.

you strolled into the living room to greet the newcomers when Natasha called you. Wanda was quiet and closed off as Natasha made an awkward introduction to the twins as you kinda just stood there, the book that you had been reading tucked to your side as the group simply stared at their feet. "this is useless, mom can I go?" you asked gesturing to the stairs, the woman tucked hair behind your ear before nodding, smiling lightly at you. you often came off as harsh as Natasha even if you had been the sweetest person, at least that's what the redhead spy thought. you were a lot like her, strong, smug with a slight attitude.

"she's not good with new people." Tony explained causing Natasha to glare at the man. "don't you dare talk about my daughter." she pointed a finger before huffing and going away to make some coffee.

"that's where she gets it." Steve chuckled.

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you had managed not to run into the new pair until one day you had been seated in the kitchen, perched upon the countertop as you swung your legs, all your attention glued to the book at hand until a gush of wind smacked you, blowing your pages causing you to gasp lightly and when you looked up, Pietro had been standing there and he swallowed hard at your cold glare and only seconds later Wanda jogged in, breathing hard as she whined about him cheating, quickly going quiet when her eyes landed on you. "no powers in the tower especially you, buddy!" you pointed a finger at the boy with whitish hair causing him to nod.

maybe you had been a little mean but Wanda didn't understand why she had been attracted to your mean girl attitude but she couldn't help the flutter in her chest whenever you were around her. you were a short, hot-headed girl and she couldn't help but be intrigued by you.

after some time the two of you finally had actual conversations that had been past your snarky remarks. she had been more than relieved to have a friend in you and Natasha were glad that you had been coming out of your shell. it wasn't that you were an introvert, you simply didn't get along with a lot of people.

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"show me!" you giggled, rolling onto your stomach as the girl rested against your headboard, rolling her eyes playfully before twirling her fingers around, a red glowing light appeared between her fingers causing you to gasp. "whoa!" you admired, a soft giggle slipping from her lips as you stared at the red that moved in between her fingers.

"what else can you do?" you smiled, leaning your head in Wanda's lap, she tried her hardest to focus on anything else but the way her heart fluttered. she cleared her throat, moving one of your books from across the room into her hands quickly causing you to look at her, mouth agaped and she wore a smug smile before pulling a blanket over you with her powers and sweetly smiling.

"let me read to you." she offered, the main light to your room going off and instead the lamp beside your bed turned on and it was all too much for you to process so instead you just nodded and settled completely into her lap, your eyes fluttering shut, warmth and comfort washing over you as her heavy accent filled your ears.

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Wanda watched as you mindlessly hit the punching bag even Steve struggled to keep the bag at bay as you punched it and you hadn't even used all your strength but you were strong... really strong. "good." your mother spoke uncrossing her arms and nodding at Steve to let go of the beaten bag.

"you're getting better at controlling your strength." Natasha pointed out, handing you a bottle of water and a small towel for your sweat. "you think?" you asked softly wiping at your forehead before grabbing a hold of your discarded t-shirt watching as she nodded with a smile. "when do you think I can start with missions?" you watched your mom's face turn sour and she ran a hand through her redhead. "let's not talk about that right now." she sighed, reaching out for you only for you to step back, a frown taking over your lips.

"you're too young, kid." Steve spoke up causing you to snap your hard glare at him. you were Wanda's age, there was no way that was the reason. "call me kid once more time." you stomped over to him until Natasha caught your wrist.

"that is exactly what I mean.. come on babes... I know what's best for you. after all, I am your mo-"

"you're not my mom." you spoke sharply, her lips parted and eyes watering up. "and you never will be." you turned away from her so quickly before stumbling over to the exit, the witch shooting up and following you.

"I'm not your mother?!" the woman followed closely behind you, anger filling her face. "I wasn't there when your drug-addicted parents were murdered?! I wasn't the one who took you to school every day?! I wasn't the one who was there for you every time you had a nightmare?! you had no idea what a mother was until you met me! so don't you dare ever talk to me that way again! you hear me?!" you bit the inside of your cheek, refusing to let any emotion show.

"I didn't ask for your help. you took me to fill the void of not being able to have children! you were just sad and lone-" you were abruptly cut off but the woman's voice.

"fine, you know what? you're right. I'm not your mom and I don't want to be. not anymore... I give up y/n. I do. I'm done trying to be there for you. I give up on you." she shrugged before turning and stumbling back into the training room, her soft but firm words cutting you like knives and if Wanda hadn't been there and softly grabbed a hold of your hand, you would've crumbled because it wasn't the first time those words were uttered to you.

"come on, возлюбленная (sweetheart)" she cooed, tugging you in the direction of your room, feeling your anger being washed away by sadness. as soon as you were in your room, you couldn't help the sob that slipped from your lips. your back crashed against the wall and slid down it before Wanda met you on the floor, her arms quickly wiping around you and whispering soothing words in your ear.

"Everyone gives up on me! everyone! I'll never have anyone!" you sobbed into the girl's chest causing her to bite her lip, shushing you lightly. "you have me. believe me, when I tell you, I'll never give up on you. I promise.. b-because i-" she paused for a moment, pulling your face from her chest, cupping your cheeks softly and wiping away the tears that poured from your eyes. "because I love you.." she confirmed causing your tearful eyes to go wide. "nothing with ever change that.." she added before a gasp slipped from her when your lips crashed against hers with a hard pressure before it quickly softened when you notice how hard it was and you had been too afraid to hurt her.

"that was a bit harsh, Romanoff." tony mumbled, glancing up at her when she reentered the training room, a hard look on her face. "what do you know?!" she snapped, slightly becoming choked up when she thought about the way your face fell when she uttered out her words coldly. she didn't mean it, she didn't mean any of it but you had hurt her. as a mothe- a caregiver she should've been able to handle it better. she loved you unconditionally and she hated herself for hurting you.

"I know what it feels like for a parent to give up on you, and it doesn't feel good," he spoke sincerely causing her to let out a breath, pinching the bridge of her nose to stop the pain in her head. she should've been the bigger person and threw away her pride when it came to you. her eyes started to water at the memory of you telling her you loved her for the first time when you were much younger or when you first called her mom for the first time and now she had been punching the punching bag hard to avoid her feelings, but then she couldn't shake the feeling that you had been upset and she felt so much hatred for herself at that moment.

Natasha knew you loved her and viewed her as a mother but your vision had been so clouded by anger that you simply couldn't control what you were saying but she could've. with one final punch, Natasha decided that it was her who should apologize. when she stumbled to your room and gently pushed open your door, you had been neatly tucked away in Wanda's embrace, your face nuzzled into her neck.

the both of you had been sound asleep and she didn't have the heart to wake you up from your seemingly comfortable state but then it dawned on her that you were never a cuddly type unless it was someone you really, really liked, and then she couldn't help the small smile and her teary eyes because she realized that her little girl had grown up and had been in love.

you had been incredibly exhausted in the morning. you couldn't believe how emotionally worn out you had become and it hadn't help that Wanda wasn’t with you in the morning instead you met her in the kitchen, a small grin on her face when she spotted you. "I wanted to make you breakfast," she explained shyly, her arm wrapping itself around your lower back and pulled you in for a hug.

"you're too sweet, Wanda." you sighed out conflicted on whether you should be happy because the girl you liked for a bit of time is finally yours or if you should feel upset that you no longer had that mother figure that Natasha provided you with. you planted a soft kiss on Wanda's lips before turning to make some coffee. you and Wanda had been up quite early, leaving the both of you in a comfortable quiet kitchen as you worked alongside each other to get breakfast ready.

you had gone most of your day without seeing Natasha until you and Wanda stumbled into the training room, Wanda bragging about how she could whoop your ass without even using her hands and you protested claiming you could rip her in half using your bare hands. the conversation was lighthearted and playful, you were both laughing and giggling about it until Natasha had come into your sight.

"We need to talk y/n." the older woman declared with a stern look on her face but in all reality, she had been happy that Wanda was making you smile despite the heavy argument you had with Natasha. you didn't have it in you to protest so instead you nodded and Wanda sent you a comforting smile before stumbling out the training room giving the both of you privacy. you let out a sigh, your gaze dropping before you glanced back up at the woman who raised you. "l-listen, mo- Natasha-" the woman stood her head, taking steps towards you and opening up her arms for a hug. "no, stop come here." you stepped into her embrace, sighing softly in relief.

"I would never and I mean, never give up on you. you know why?" you shook your head nuzzling into the woman. "because you're my daughter and you'll always be. I love you very much and I'm sorry that I ever allowed my anger to cloud my judgment. I'm your mom and I should've reacted to the situation better. it'll never happen again. okay?" you let out a half sob, half laugh causing her arms to tighten around you.

"I'm sorry too." she chuckled lightly, pressing a soft and comforting kiss to your temple. "it's just upset when no one trusts you when it comes to something that you've been working hard on, you know?" you explained causing Natasha to push you back slightly, cupping your cheeks and frowned. "you think I don't trust you when it comes to your strength? I do trust you, honey. it's just I want you to be emotionally prepared for what the mission entails, do you understand? plus you getting hurt because of something I allowed you to do would kill me." she uttered out causing you to nod understandably.

once all the heavy stuff had been out the way and apologizes had been accepted, Natasha couldn't help the smug smile that formed on her lips, she moved to hold the punching back for you as you punched at it, focusing on how hard you had been hitting it until Natasha uttered out. "I saw you and Wanda cuddling last night when I came to apologize. I've gotta admit you two are cute together. how long has that been going on?" she smirked when your cheeks flushed over and your eyes widened. the woman had been playfully wiggled her eyebrows at you as your punches stopped abruptly, your cheeks heating up even more.

"oh my god, please stop!"

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kaunis-sielu · 2 years

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Sidelines: Secret Santa

You’d agreed to do a secret Santa with some of the football players and cheerleaders. Really just your main group that you hang out with on a more regular basis. Natasha, Bucky, Sam, Parker, Wanda, Monica, Yelena, Sarah and of course, Steve. You’d been slightly disappointed when you hadn’t drawn his name but instead had drawn Yelena. You’d gotten her a new bag, it was embroidered with her name and the Avengers cheerleader logo. You know that it’s not the most exciting gift in the world but you know that it’s something that she’ll use and it’s cute.

On the day of the exchange you give Yelena her bag,

“Oh my god! It has so many pockets! I love this, I love all these pockets!” She gushes and you feel much better about your gift.

“I’m glad you like it! I was a little worried.”

“I love it. Thank you Cat!” She gushes before dumping her old bag out and packing everything into her new bag. Her things include two bottles of Sriracha and a box of macaroni and cheese.

Steve comes over and hands you an envelope,

“Merry Christmas.”

“Oh, thank you.” You open the envelope and are expecting to see a gift card on the piece of paper but you read it as Steve moves away from you.

Meet me at Asgard Rink, by the statue. 5:00 tomorrow night.

Your heart sinks, you already have plans with Nat and Yelena.

“Nat,” you say drawing her attention from her own gift. “How mad would you be if I cancelled our plans tomorrow?”

“Oh, for Steve’s gift. Yea, that’s why I made plans with you so you’d be free.”

“They were fake plans?”

“Yea, he asked me to when, uh, never mind.”

“When, what Natasha?” You ask narrowing your eyes. She sighs heavily then glances over at where Steve is standing,

“When he asked to switch names with me.” You blink at her in surprise, she had you and he switched names? That feels like cheating to you but you’re not complaining.

The next night you’re decked out in your Asgard gear. You’ve got a sweatshirt, a long sleeve under it and a hat with the logo on it. You’ve got a pair of jeans and your black and white vans on. You make it to the rink at 5:00. It’s still fairly quiet with puck drop at 7:30 you’re not surprised.

“Cat!” Steve calls and you’re surprised to see he’s not alone, Happy is with him.

“Hey,” you tell him with a wide grin, “you know this was way over the spending limit right?”

“Not really, I’m friends with some of the players so I called in a favor.” He says wrapping his arms around your shoulders giving you a hug.

“Hi Happy.”

“Cat.” You glance up at Steve with a raised eyebrow and he sighs.

“Tony insisted until we’re at our seats.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re one of the most popular rookie cheerleaders on the team and Steve is his star quarterback.” Happy answers before Steve can. Steve offers you his hand and you take it, then follow him into the arena. There are a few people wandering about but it’s fairly empty, Steve leads you to an elevator and when you exit you see you’re on the club level. You’re surprised when you go into a room, a handful of seats, a full bar and a waiter who gives you a smile when you walk in.

“These seats are incredible!” You gush, the box you’re in is center ice facing the Asgard bench. “Steve this is incredible!” You tell him with a wide smile.

“I’m glad you like it Sweetheart. What do you want to eat?”

“Oh, I’m way too excited to eat right now. Can I send my brothers a picture? They’re going to be so jealous.” Steve chuckles before responding,

“Absolutely send them a picture.” He agrees so you send them a Snapchat and everyone promptly freaks out. Daisy sends the funniest response of ‘Marry him’.

Then you shove your phone into your pocket and take the menu Steve offers.

“This is insane Steve. I can’t thank you enough.”

“The game hasn’t even started.”

“I know but I’ve never experienced a game like this. Thank you.”

“Anytime.” He says with a soft smile. You both order food, you decide on the loaded fries and a Diet Coke.

You chat through dinner, then move to the somewhat enclosed seats to watch the game. The players are warming up and you’re so excited that you can’t keep the wide smile off of your face.

You and Steve both get super into the game, cheering loudly with the crowd, talking and booing the bad calls from the refs. It’s just after the second period when it happens, the Kiss Cam swings through the crowd landing on you and Steve.

“We don’t have to.” He murmurs as your heart pounds in your chest. You can feel his eyes on you and you know what, fuck it.

“I know.” You tell him as you turn toward him and plant a kiss on his lips. The crowd hollers and Steve responds quickly, one of his hands delving into your hair. When you pull away a smile breaks out on your face as you rest your forehead on his.

“Damn.” Steve whispers and you laugh moving fully away from him to sip your second pop of the night. “So, can we finally do this?” He asks quietly, not looking at you. You swallow thickly, your little kiss is going to be all over the news anyway and you like him, so much. Like, so much.

“Yea.” You tell him weaving your fingers through his, “Yea we can do this.” You hold his hand through the rest of the game, when Asgard win you cheer loudly with the rest of the home crowd. You stand up with a soft sigh and Steve follows you to his feet.

“Would you mind driving me home?”

“Oh, we’re not going home yet.” Steve says with a mischievous smile, “I have more surprises for you.”

“Okay, this went way over budget.” You tell him with a laugh. Steve offers you his hand again then you follow him to the elevator then out into a tunnel. Up ahead is the rink.

“Oh, oh my god. No way Steve!” He grins down at you.

“Come on Sweetheart.” He says leading you to the ice, you follow him out onto the ice, moving slowly so neither of you slip. Once you’re center ice Steve pulls out his phone and you both pose together and he takes a picture. You press a kiss to his cheek, and he curls an arm around your waist.

“Thank you Steve. I’m, this is incredible. Thank you.”

“Oh, we’re not done yet.” He beams as Thor, Loki, Heimdall, Fandral and Hogan come out of the locker room and to the edge of the ice.

“Stop. Fucking stop it Steve!” You gasp, now you know how your brothers felt when they met Steve.

“Hey guys!” He calls as you slide your way across the ice toward them. “Good game.”

“Glad you enjoyed it.” Thor says with a wide smile, he’s somehow even bigger than Steve. “Hello, Thor. It’s a pleasure to meet the famous Cat.”

“It’s nice to meet you guys,” you tell him, “Nice goal in the second Loki. It’s been a few games, it’s nice to see you putting some points on the board. I really hate that Laufey dude. He seems like such a dick.”

“Oh I like this one Rogers.” Loki laughs before reaching out and shaking your hand, “for the record, he is a dick.”

“Good to know.” You tell him with a smile. You and Steve stay and chat with the guys for almost an hour. It’s only when you shiver that Steve steps closer to you and mutters,

“Sweetheart? You okay?”

“Just a little chilly.” You tell him leaning into his warmth.

“We should probably get going. Sif is probably going to be wondering where I am. Should we do a photo?”

“Oh hell yes, my family is going to lose their shit.” You tell them earning a laugh. One of the workers wandering around takes the picture then you and Steve head out. Happy tailing you to Steve’s truck.

“Thank you Steve. This has been one of the best nights of my life.”

“Yea, me too.” He says weaving his fingers through yours again and pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.

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This is a series of one shots, the series isn’t posted in order. If you have ideas for Steve and Cat please let me know.

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doubleleoenergy · 3 years

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Whatever You Like

Yeah, I want your body, I need your body. Long as you got me, you won't need nobody.

Pairing: sugardaddy!Sam Wilson x latina!fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, mentions of alcohol, daddy kink, pet names (bonita, mi amor), passionate sex, wall sex, mentions of impregnation

Summary: Newly engaged y/n and sugardaddy!Sam are celebrating their enagement party with their loved ones.

Notes: This is my submission for @balenciagabucky‘s/@dulceslibrary 3k writing challenge.

“Here comes y/n.” Tony announced, cocking his head in the direction of the glass staircase.

Sam turned at Tony’s statement, excusing himself from the group as he waltzed across the floor to meet her at the end of the stairs. His eyes followed her every move as she sashayed down the steps, her hips swaying as she walked. Her body was enveloped in a tight red sparkly dress, a plunging neckline and thin straps drawing attention to her voluptuous breasts. Her nails were freshly manicured to match her toes peeking out of her strappy black stilettos, clicking against the glass steps as she walked down towards Sam.

She flashed one of her million-watt smiles at him, his hand reaching out to grab hers and help her down the final steps.

“Stunning as ever, my bonita.” Sam gushed, moving his hand up high to give her a spin, his eyes running over her entire body as she did a 360 turn for him.

“You’re not so bad yourself, mi amor.” Y/N purred, the words rolling off her tongue before she leaned up on her tippy toes to kiss his lips.

Sam hadn’t met y/n in a conventional way, the only people who knew the truth were Sarah and the team. He knew that there were plenty of women who would die to be with him, with Captain America, but he wanted someone special. Someone he could trust with his crazy life. After swiping through multiple dating apps and going on a few horrendous dates, he saw an ad for a sugar baby dating site.

He signed up on a whim, more so curious as to what a sugar baby lifestyle entailed. There were lots of women on the site and even some men, most with profile pictures of them in scantily clad outfits with large fur coats and diamond jewelry. Searching through the profiles he came across one that stood out among the rest. Y/N’s profile included a picture you would see on Facebook; y/n in a baby blue bodycon dress, standing by the countertop of a bar holding a beer and smiling that infectious smile. Her profile read: “Not sure how any of this works, my friend told me to sign up. Just looking to put myself through nursing school. I’m not going to respond if you’re super old. I also know self-defense so don’t try anything.”

Sam liked that she was different, that she had ambition, that she was a normal twenty-one-year-old just trying to make ends meet. He knew what that was like in life, and so he asked her out for a coffee date. That coffee date turned into a second coffee date, and then a dinner date. And one year later it turned into an engagement. Y/N was everything he could’ve ever wanted and more. She was selfless, intelligent, a feisty Latina who with a bat of her long lashes could get him to bend in any argument. She was a great cook, an amazing nurse, and phenomenal in the bedroom.

He never felt taken advantage of in their relationship, she was always up front and honest about what she wanted, and when things turned into more, he never for a second thought she was using him for money. He spoiled her with clothes, jewelry, and flowers, despite her protests on only needing money for school. Sam wanted to offer her everything in the world and would continue to do so for the rest of their lives together.

Sam led y/n over to the team, grabbing them each a glass of champagne from a nearby server, his hand on the small of y/n’s back as they walked.

“There’s the happy couple!” Steve cheered, patting Sam’s shoulder as he stood beside them. He raised his glass high in the air, gesturing for the rest of the team to do the same. “Y/N, I’ve never seen Sam as happy as he has been over the past year with you. Just having you in his life has made him a better person. Plus, he looks much better with you by his side.” Steve teased. “To a lifetime of happiness for you both.” Everyone clinked their glasses together, Sam smiling proudly as he took a sip from his glass.

“Couldn't have said it better myself.” Bucky added, crossing his arms over his chest, his metal arm shining in the light of the chandelier.

“So, have you guys decided on a date yet?” Nat questioned, grabbing a mini muffuletta off a nearby tray and chewing thoughtfully on it as she made eye contact with y/n.

“We’re thinking sometime in the spring, possibly April, back in Louisiana. Sarah already offered to make all of the food for the reception.” Y/N responded, looking up lovingly at Sam.

“That way we don’t get as much of the Louisiana heat. Nothing worse than wearing a full suit and sweating through it within twenty minutes of being outside. It’ll be small, mostly just the team and some family friends from back home.” With y/n and Sam’s parents both deceased, they didn’t have much family to attend. To them it was more than okay, the day would be filled with love regardless.

The celebration continued late into the evening, everyone leaving on their own accord besides the team, who had gathered sharing stories of the good old days and successful missions. Y/N sat on the armrest of the couch; her legs draped over Sam’s body. Her nails ran up and down his chest absentmindedly as she listened to their stories.

Her eyes focused on Sam’s body, the way his navy button up clung to his arms, his muscles taut against the fabric. His black slacks were tight enough to reveal the outline of his cock, teasing and taunting y/n all night with just the sight of it.

Y/N’s lips danced against Sam’s ear, her voice a low and seductive whisper. “Meet me upstairs in five minutes. Don’t make it obvious.” And with that y/n excused herself, letting the group know that she was headed to the restroom.

Stepping into the elevator, y/n headed up to the second floor, leaning against the wall as she waited for Sam. Five minutes passed, the ding of the elevator making her lips curl into a bewitching smile, the doors opening to reveal Sam, his eyes blown wide with lust. Y/N tilted her head in the direction of a nearby door, her heels clicking against the tile floor as she turned the knob, walking into one of the many guest bedrooms on that floor.

Sam followed close behind, shutting the door behind them and locking it. He wasted no time, pushing y/n against the bedroom wall, his hands sweeping over her body as his lips crashed against hers. His lips trailed down the supple skin of her neck, inhaling her intoxicating perfume as he kissed down her collarbone. He peppered kisses along her exposed cleavage, a whine escaping her lips.

“We’ve don’t have much time mi amor, been thinking about your cock all night, I need it.” She pleaded, her hands moving down to unbuckle his belt and free his thick cock.

A low hum vibrated deep in his chest, helping her push his trousers down, kicking them aside as his left hand snaked under her dress, a dark chuckle leaving his lips. “You’re not wearing any panties, my bonita.”

His fingers swiped against her slit, feeling them coated with her juices, pushing her dress up to bunch it around her waist. “Soaked already for me, I need to fill this tight pussy.”

And with that Sam parted her legs with his thigh, his hands moving to grip the back of her thighs before tugging her up. Y/N wrapped her legs instinctively around his waist, crashing their lips together again as she felt his cock rub against her folds.

“Please mi amor,..” She panted, trying to buck her hips down on his cock.

“Say it.” Sam commanded, teasing her folds with the tip.

“Please daddy.” The words send shivers down Sam’s spine, lining up his cock and sliding her down onto him, filling her pussy. He felt her stretching around him, letting her adjust to his size before pulling her up off his cock and slamming her back down.

“So, fucking tight, how are you so tight when I fill this cunt day and night with my cock?” He continued to bounce her up and down, her back rubbing against the wall with each thrust. Her hands were wrapped tight around Sam’s neck, her nails digging into the skin.

“Can’t wait to marry you, to fill you up with my cock for the rest of our lives. Want to fuck a baby into you.” Y/N mewled, peppering kisses along his jawline.

“You like that idea, huh? My bonita.” He can feel her walls tightening around him, a sign of her orgasm building up. “Cum for me, make a mess on daddy’s cock.”

He thrusted once, twice, three times before she came, her legs shaking around his waist and her eyes rolling back into her head as she released. Sam continued to fuck her through her high, his own orgasm following quickly after hers. He stilled inside of her, holding them against the wall for a moment before he gently pulled her off his cock, a mix of their cum dripping down her thigh.

“I love you so much Sam.” She cooed, kissing him once more. He cupped her face, resting his forehead against hers.

“I love you too, bonita. Now let’s clean up and get back down to the party, we’ve got a lot to celebrate.”

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mostly-marvel-musings · 3 years

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Typical Stark - Part 2

A/N: Sequel to Typical Stark, but could be read as a standalone fic too!

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Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: Fluff and sass, some kissing!

Word count: 1338

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Tony’s offer replayed in your mind a thousand times over, an offer you approached him with first on the day your mission had gone awry. Sure it had been your idea but, a part of you had believed Tony would never take you up on it, sooner or later he’d forget about the whole thing.

It was Tony, after all.

A week later, you had FRIDAY enquire you about your schedule for the weekend before revealing the real reason for such unpredicted prying. After trying on every fancy outfit in your wardrobe like a teenager before a first date, you settled on a simple pair of jeans and a comfy sweater.

You weren’t going over to try and impress Tony, it was just casual conversation over drinks, not a date. You needed that reminder every so often.

Not that you had expected any less, Tony Stark’s penthouse screamed rich. There was nothing ‘home-y’ about the place, which made you wonder how much time Tony actually spent in the living quarters rather than the infamous lab you had heard so much about. Sure you lived in the compound but, you hadn’t been to his apartment before, given the fact that you’d spent the last two years hating his guts and callous attitude.

Way out of your league and certainly not your style.

“So Miss (Y/L/N) what can I impress you with today? Glenmorangie? A fine 16 year old Highland Park? Some good old Bourbon?” Tony bragged, sauntering over to the bar counter, sparing a glance at you over his shoulder.

“How about an honest conversation for once? With Bourbon please.”

Your retort making his previously forgotten apprehension resurface, however he had expected nothing less knowing it was you.

You were different. As much as he hated to compare, you had traits very similar to those of Pepper. She never took his bullshit and neither did you.

And he was glad you were so unlike the girls he brought back here before Pepper. They’d gush about anything and everything to flatter him and it usually ended with that flattery continuing in the bedroom before he’d leave them or have them kicked out. Clothes they wore aimed to catch his eye but here you were in a humble attire looking stunning as ever, aiming for his heart without even trying.

Tony smiled as you kicked off your shoes and settled on his plush couch, legs folding under while your eyes scanned his apartment interiors, as if judging his sense of style. For the first time in forever, he found himself genuinely wondering if his apartment was up to the mark.

“Here you go.”

“Thanks. Cheers.”

The amber liquid swished quietly in the crystal glass as you raised it against Tony’s to clink.

“What are we toasting?” Tony asked, settling a safe distance away from you on the couch, his expensive cologne overwhelming your senses.

“The first real conversation Tony Stark’s had in decades?” you shrugged, a nervous laugh followed when Tony’s expression changed.

“I’m being a bitch again. Sorry. Force of habit.” Shaking your head in regret, you took a big gulp of the bourbon in hopes that the burning liquid would blunt your unnecessarily sharp tongue.

It was a habit developed in order to protect yourself from getting your heart broken by guys like Tony, and now it was just a natural response. And now Tony seemed hurt, and you were guilty.

“No, they’re hard-to-swallow pills shooting out of your mouth every time we meet. I need them every now and then. Just never thought I’d hear one on a date.” Tony’s eyes widened on that last sentence he’d just blurted out.

You stopped mid sip and stared at the man, mildly amused at his flustered state, eyes flitting towards his glass to check if he was tipsy.

That was a first!

“A date huh?”

“Uh n-no it wasn’t what I meant. I just—”

“Shh relax Tony I was only teasing.”

He stood up suddenly, leaving you smirking on the couch alone while he downed the rest of his drink, face scrunching up in disgust as he looked down at the city facing his large floor to ceiling window.

You were one of the few people who could actually make him nervous, Tony wondered if he continued to pursue this, you’d leave him too, just like Pepper had.

Damage control was vital and you decided to break the ice the best way you knew after gulping your own drink in one go.

“So what are Tony Stark’s first date moves?”

His chuckle spread relief through your system, letting you know that you hadn’t royally fucked this up.

“Actually this could be considered my first date ever.”

“What crap.”

“Honest. You knew how I was before there’s no need to rehash that. And with Pepper well, we never had a proper date. We just got together and then we didn’t.”

Tony shrugged, his face holding sincerity but fear of having said too much, some hesitation for being so vulnerable for the first time ever and a glimmer of hope that you wouldn’t walk out after hearing him.

“Umm..Another round perhaps?” You offered with a kind smile watching Tony’s demeanor visibly relax as he handed you the empty glass, nodding.

He watched how you moved around the space as if this were a routine and not the first time you’d been to his place, how your calm composure actually reduced his anxieties, you move behind the bar and collect the bottles you needed before staring up at him in expectation, making him realise you’d asked a question.

“I’m sorry what?”

“I asked if you’d be interested in trying a cocktail I make that’s not half bad.”

“Hit me with your best shot.”

Two hours and three dangerously potent drinks later, you two settled on his couch once more, this time leaving little to almost no space in between.

Tony had his eyes closed and his head thrown back in laughter while you narrated one of your stories with Cap where he’d accidentally seen you changing after walking into what initially seemed like an empty gym, that ended up in him turning into a beetroot and tripping on a punching bag.

“Lucky fella.”

“Ah the flirt resurfaces!” You giggled, pressing your cheek against the plush couch, facing him, the alcohol pleasantly warm and buzzing through your system.

As much as you’d appreciated Tony’s real more vulnerable side, you couldn’t help feel glad his carefree flirty self was back. He seemed more in his element when he was like this, and it had been a while since you last saw this Tony Stark.

“So no guy worthy enough to deserve your love yet (Y/L/N)?”

“I would say things are looking up.”

He mirrored your position, drink-free hand sliding up your thigh, up your arm before reaching your face, thumb hesitantly halted above your cheek. You leaned into his touch, shifting closer, sighing when he caressed your cheek ever so gently.

A smile playing on his lips as he got closer, breath tickling your face before you felt his soft lips press against yours. Your own hands went behind his neck to pull him closer, kissing him back before teasing your tongue against his bottom lip, coaxing them open. Tony obliged by pulling you into his lap, tongue delving into your mouth, the taste of whiskey, lime and tequila you had earlier evident. Rough hands planted on your butt, grinding it against his crotch had you moaning into the kiss.

It took everything you had in you to break the kiss as you caught your breath, Tony however had begun littering your jawline and neck with feather-light kisses.

“I’m not sleeping with you when we’re this drunk Tony.”

“Why?” His voice a whine, almost making you cave. You opened your eyes and held his face between your hands, foreheads touching.

“I’m not like the others remember?” Your voice barely a whisper.

“No you’re not. You’re everything I’ve missed and more.”

Part 3? Lol I should stop.

#tony stark x reader #tony stark one shot #tony stark imagine #tony stark fluff #iron man fluff #iron man fanfic #iron man x reader

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falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 3 years

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Love Cuts Deep

Chapter 12- Whatever It Takes

Summary: This is it, you’re finally going to help save the world and if all goes to plan, bring Bucky back in the process.

Warning: bit o angst

Masterlist

It’s been a solid month since Tony and Rocket have been crafting tirelessly on the construction of the giant time portal machine type deal, or whatever he’s calling it nowadays. And to your great surprise, as well as everyone else’s, the first test run with Clint was an undeniable success.

Compared to the first one with Scott, things have come a long way.

Clint was able to wander around in that alternate universe for a couple minutes without returning with so much as a single scratch. Thus boosting the teams confidence and excitement for the inevitable time heist that’s in the works. So as of now, everyone’s currently brainstorming as to how this will go about for the most successful mission possible.

“Okay, so the how works.” Begins Steve as everyone sits around the large meeting room, glass screens projecting info about the stones displayed in the background, “Now, we gotta figure out the when and where. Almost everyone in this room has had an encounter with at least one of the six Infinity Stones...”

Tony cuts in with his spout of knowledge, “Or substitute the word “encounter” for “damn near been killed” by one of the six Infinity Stones.” Damn straight, your ass got launched into a Wakandian tree last you saw those goddamn stones.

“Well I haven’t..” Interjects Scott with a puzzled look, confusion clear in his voice, “..but I don’t even know what the hell you’re all talking about.” Oh right, he missed out on all the fun while he was fucking around in the quantum realm.

Sitting on the table you shrug, “Be glad you’ve never seen them, those fucking space rocks will kick your ass if used less then kindly, but it doesn’t matter now. From my understanding we only have enough Pym Particles for one round-trip each.” You explain as they all listen intently, “And clearly these fucking stones have been in a lot of different places throughout history.”

Tony nods, “Our history. So, not a lot of convenient spots to just drop in, yeah?”

“Which means we have to pick out targets.” Adds Clint as Tony points in his direction, “Correct.”

Steve soon gains everyone’s attention once again, “So, let’s start with the Aether. Thor, what do you know?” Asks the blonde, all eyes turn towards the back corner of the room to find Thor slouched in an armchair, beer can in hand while the other one keeps partially hidden in his pajama pants.

A dark pair of sunglasses conceals whether he’s currently awake or not. “Is he asleep?” Wonders Natasha as Rodney humorously adds, “No, no. I’m pretty sure he’s dead.”

A few soft chuckles are heard as you listen intently to the god of thunder, “He’s alive, and most definitely sleeping off that last beer.” You muse as they all give a collective curious brow while you simply shrug, “I can hear his heartbeat, and it’s low enough to tell me he’s not dead.....Well, at least not yet.” You mutter, eyeing up the sleeping giant as an idea sparks into your head.

A second later you pick up a discarded empty beer can sitting right next to you on the table before throwing it at the snoozing god, the thin metal smacks against his forehead with that familiar pop of the can sound, falling to the ground with a crackly ting as Thor jolts awake. And back to the land of the living.

“Nordic Santa you’re up.” His head snaps in your direction as he gives a semi-awkward half grin.

“Ah right, right, thank you angry one.” Points Thor with a genuine smile now as he quickly gets up before walking over to the screen depicting the red swirly like stone substance. Although soon he delves into the finding of the red mass, what it did to his former flame, that he took her to Asgard seeking help for her sickness, how he showed Jane to his mother, and then he immediately got sad and lost all motivation and train of thought on anything related to that stone.

Ah yes, personal trauma. It’ll do that to you.

Later that day when everyone was feasting on some Chinese takeout, Rocket began an in-depth explanation into where the Power Stone was found; by some guy named Quill who stole it from a planet called Morag. After some time later, Nebula revealed that the Soul Stone was retrieved from Vormir, the place where Thanos murdered her sister Gamora.

It’s been an interesting day to day the least.

Now here you are, slouched comfortably in a lounge chair you stole from the other room, flipping around a pocketknife as Natasha and Tony lay on the nearby table with Bruce sprawled out on the floor in all his Banner-Hulkness. Books scattered everywhere as the two Avengers keep comfortable on some decorative couch pillows as you listen to them brainstorm about the stones whereabouts.

Flipping the knife skillfully between your fingers an idea suddenly pops into your head, “Hey what about that time stone guy you were talking about earlier.”

Banner hums, “Doctor Strange.”

“Yeah, what kind of doctor was he?” Wonders Natasha as you mentally question the same proposition when Tony gives his quick witted answer. “Ear-nose-throat meets rabbit-from-hat.”

“Nice place in the Village, though.” Adds Bruce, Tony agreeing in an instant. “Yeah, on Sullivan Street?”

“Mmm....Bleecker Street.” Mutters Banner as Natasha interrupts, face shifting to realization. “Wait, he lived in New York?”

“No, he lived in Toronto.” Sasses Tony as Banner reveals the truth. “Uh, yeah, on Bleecker and Sullivan.”

Tony coming back with more playful sarcasm, “Have you been listening to anything?”

Suddenly it feels like a lights been switched on in your brain, “Guys.” You quickly implore as they keep silent to listen, “If you pick the right year, wouldn’t there be three stones in New York?” Their faces all collectively shift to astonished realization when Bruce quickly sits up to look at you. “Shut the front door.”

“Well at least someone is paying attention.” Quips Tony as Natasha smacks him with a book.

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“All right.” Begins Steve as the whole team gathers in the meeting room, “We have a plan. Six stones, three teams, one shot.”

You nod, smirking with excitement, “Let’s get these fuckers and maybe end up saving the world while we’re at it.” He sends you a proud grin and within the next half an hour are the eleven of you suited up and standing in a large circle atop the glass of the giant time portal.

“Five years ago, we lost. All of us....we lost friends. We lost family. We lost a part of ourselves. Today, we have a chance to take it all back. You know your teams. You know your missions. Get the stones. Get them back. One round-trip each. No mistakes....no do-overs.”

“Most of us are going somewhere we know. That doesn’t mean we should know what to expect. Be careful. Look out for each other. This is the fight of our lives...and we’re gonna win.” Affirms Steve with a mutual nod, “Whatever it takes.” He gives one last look around the circle of familiar faces before nodding, “Good luck.”

Nudging the muscular blonde, he shares a small smile with you as you quickly return it, “You practice that last night?” Steve chuckles at your amusing comment while Rocket and Scott gush over his admittedly incredible motivational speech skills.

“Just thought the team could use the confidence boost.” Admits Steve as Bruce flicks the motherboards switches to get the time portal up and running. The machine whirs to life while everyone begins putting on their helmets.

Your slightly apprehensive gaze trails to your left where Natasha is standing, she gives a playful smirk as you force a true smile, “See you in a minute.” Chides the red head as you break out into a smirk.

“будь осторожен там Romanoff.” You add, shifting into your natural dialect that she’s all to familiar with, your actual words translating to “be careful out there” as you give her one last flash of a grin.

A hot second later, your body shrinks to the size of an atom as you feel like you’re entire body is free falling out of an airplane in some strange rainbow colored portal that shifts to shimmering diamonds and then finally a blue coral type texture as you find your teams designed route down some swirling tube of blues and bright white lights until at last you land in...

“Holy shit look at this place.” You mutter in absolute awe at the large golden pillars of Asgard, there was no fucking way you were missing out on traveling to this realm. And anyways, Steve kinda made it your task to keep the potbellied god of thunder in check as yourself and Rocket attempt to locate the Reality Stone with Lebowski as your generous tour guide.

Thor smiles fondly, proudly beaming at you with a rare form of happiness as he points towards the large cavernous halls of the royal palace, “Oh this? Yeah, it’s neat isn’t it, I grew up here....played games down this very hallway actually. Me and some friends used to spar one another as children down here with wooden sticks that looked like swor...”

“Thor.” Interrupts Rocket with an annoyed huff, “Remember why we’re actually here.”

You nod in agreement, quickly remembering the current mission, “He’s right. No time to dwell on fond memories, we need to find that stone before anyone sees us. And going by the logic of literally every time traveling movie I’ve ever seen, which admittedly isn’t a lot, but it’s enough that I know no one can see us. Especially you Thor, that would be a big problem for this timeline, so lead the way.”

“Yes, right on that, good point Y/N....okay um...” He looks around for a moment before pointing in the direction of choice, which is down a long spacious hallway, “This way, no ones gonna see us if we go by the dungeons.” Explains Thor as he quickly leads the way down the obnoxiously long hallway that thankfully is decently vacant.

After about five minutes of trekking around the castles interior, Thor guides you and Rocket down a long stairwell of dark grey stone until you reach the bottom floor. There are large basins of fire lighting the way down the lengthy hallway pass, he jogs past a couple golden tinged cells holding a few odd looking prisoners on your way out.

No doubt these fuckers look like they deserve it.

You pay them no mind as Thor hustles silently across the flooring to a door on the far end, though as you’re shuffling past another cell, your eyes land on the green and black clad slender body of a dark haired man laying atop his bed. Face focused towards the white ceiling as he tosses a cylindrical piece of metal in a repeated rhythm only done by that of an incredibly bored individual.

That must be his brother Loki, you draw into conclusion while racing out of sight of the trickster god while Rocket makes haste by your side. Kind of handsome, you think as an unknowing smile finds itself onto your face. God Y/N you truly are a desperate woman. No, just no.

Eventually, Thor leads your little team of three upstairs to some large balcony type area with a grand view of Asgard, the three of you keeping hidden behind one of the multitude of intricately decorated pillars as he eyes up a woman halfway out of a giant door while she accepts some clothing from a maid.

His bearded face lights up in joy as he points a finger towards the brunette woman, “Oh, there’s Jane.” Whispers Thor as she closes the door, the Asgardian maiden leaving and walking elsewhere down another yawning chamber.

“All right.” Starts Rocket as he stands on some ancient rock covered in unknown hieroglyphics before jumping down to face the two of you once the coast is clear, “Here’s the deal tubby. You’re gonna charm her, Y/N’s gonna keep watch, and I’m gonna poke her with this thing..” He shows some strange metal device with three silver prongs sticking out of it, “...and extract the Reality Stone, and get gone lickety-split.”

The optimism off of this creature never fails to astound you.

“Yeah, what he said.” You add with a shrug in Rocket’s direction as Thor sniffs before raising up a finger. “I’ll be right back, okay? The wine cellar is just down here...” Interjects Thor as he slowly begins walking away, clearly ready to abandon his part in the mission, “My father used to have this huge barrel of Aakonian ale. I’ll see if the scullery has a couple of to-go cups.”

“Hey. Hey!” You whisper yell, causing him to stop for the moment, “Aren’t you drunk enough already? Fuck that fancy wine we got better things to do.” You urgently vouch just as some doors loudly open nearby, immediately the three of you hide behind the stone of hieroglyphics and watch as a long haired woman leads the way, a multitude of servants in her wake as she says something about giving books to Loki from the library.

“Who’s the fancy broad?” Wonders Rocket as you raise an intrigued brow at Thor, his eyes never once leave the woman’s as he takes a steady breath, “That’s my mother.” Reveals the disheartened god, a sudden sadness lacing his very words that does not go unnoticed by you, “She dies today.”

Your breath catches in your throat at this sudden tragic news of great loss, you remember when you lost your own mother by the filthy hands of Hydra and how they helped you quickly forget about her. You didn’t have anytime to grieve or even question her sudden disappearance for that matter, “Oh, shit...that’s today.”

You share a nervous look with Rocket as Thor begins taking some deep almost panicked breaths, his emotions all rising together like a swelling storm as his face shifts to an afflicted pain, “I can’t do this. I can’t do this....” Rambles Thor with a shake of his blonde mane, eyes displaying panic, “..I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t have come. It’s a bad idea!” Whisper yells Thor as he anxiously shifts from one foot to the other.

“Come here.” Beacons Rocket from his perch on the rock.

“No, no, no...” Deviates Thor as he waves his hands nervously in the air like he’s trying to flick some mud off of them, “I think I’m having a panic attack.” Worries the flushed faced god.

“Come here. Right here.” Says Rocket as he points to the rock, an increase in irritation shifting the tone of his voice while Thor breaths heavily, clearly not on board with whatever Rocket’s going to tell him.

“No, no, no, guys I can’t...I can’t do this, I’m sorry but I’m not ready, I can’t...” Thwack, Thor yelps in surprise at your intentionally weak assault on his large bicep, “Y/N what was that for?” He half-offendedly demands, brows furrowed in confusion at the flash of anger racing across your sour glare.

“You think you’re the only one who lost people?” You snap as he lowers his head like a beaten dog, “What the fuck do you think we’re doing here? I lost the only person I ever loved, Rocket lost his whole family, gone, just like that.” You affirm with a snap of your fingers.

His face grows conflicted as you suddenly lose your heated aurora, face falling into a frown as you place a comforting hand upon his shoulder, “Thor, I know it hurts that you lost your mom...believe me I get it, but she’s gone. And there are plenty of people who are only kinda gone, and you can help them.”

Thor nods apprehensively as you share a small smile with him, “So if it’s not too much to ask, can you get your shit together for the next however long this is going to take so we can save the world?”

Rocket chuckles before gaining the both of yours attentions. “Agreed. Now all you gotta do is make schmoopy talk to Pretty Pants and when she’s not looking, suck out the Infinity Stone and help us get our family back. Aight?”

Thor nods once more, face twisting into a saddened pain a he looks down to the floor, “Okay.” Mumbles the god of thunder weakly, face reddening as his eyes get glossy. You let him take a breath as he avoids your gaze at all costs, eyes beginning to water while he tries to play it off.

Giving his shoulder a friendly squeeze, your brows furrow in puzzlement, “Are you crying?”

He shakes his head, some tears slipping despite his verbal protest, “No.” Mutters Thor weakly as his tearful gaze finally picks up to meet you, “Yes..” Squeaks out the teary eyed god while his eyes flicker from the far wall to your face once more, “...Y/N, I feel like I’m losing it. I don’t, I don’t know what I’m doing...I just feel so...shit I don’t know anymore.” Admits the fearful Asgardian as he avoids your softening yet slightly annoyed gaze.

oh, Thor you sad motherfucker. I’ve been there.

Rolling your eyes you gently shake his shoulder for emphasis, “Listen to me you big lion, get your shit together! You can do this. You’re the god of thunder for fucks sake, you can do this Thor.” His face turns into a surprisingly more confident expression as he huffs with a self-assured nod. “I can do this.”

“Yeah...I can do this.” Repeats the Asgardian with a sniffle.

Smirking, you give his arm a friendly smack, “Good. Now let’s do this and get the fuck out of here.” You add before swiftly turning on your heel as you and Rocket lead the way to the door, reaching it, the talking raccoon tugs on your leg before you get a chance to open it. “What is it now?”

“Y/N, we lost him.”

“What?!” Realizing Thor has indeed slipped away and out of sight, you clench your fists in irritation, “Goddammit.” You seethe before looking down at Rocket, “Whatever, we’ll find marshmallow fluff later, let’s just get this stupid rock.”

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Racing down the palaces golden hallways, your boots thud against the stony ground as Rocket runs on all fours right behind you, “I almost hope they catch you!” You shout in between the yelling of the royal guards as they hastily pursue the two of you down the hallway.

“We got the stone didn’t we!” Snaps Rocket as you pick up your pace.

“We gotta make it back first you dumbfuck!”

He grumbles something unintelligible before you follow the beer tinged scent of Thor into another room, he’s speaking with his mother when they quickly turn around, “Oh, uh, hello...uh, queen something.” You mutter before Rocket practically smacks into the back of your legs. “I got the thing. Come on. We gotta move.”

Thor nods, speaking some last final heartfelt goodbyes to his mother before abruptly stopping the countdown to three just so he can summon his hammer. After a couple lengthy seconds, Mjolnir falls right into his strong grasp causing Thor to laugh and smile in excitement. “I’m still worthy! I’m still worthy.”

Rocket shares a look with you, “Oh, boy.” Mumbles the raccoon as you simply roll your eyes at the bearded Asgardian prince. A moment later the three of you are sucked into the time portal once again before landing on the glass of the time portal machine.

“Did we get them all?” You hear Steve ask in wonder as you hold your stomach from the jostling ride back.

“I think I’m gonna throw up.” You mutter as Rodney smiles in excitement at everyone around him and the stones in their proximity. “Are you telling me this actually worked?”

Taking a deep breath to steady your turning stomach, all eyes turn to Clint as he suddenly falls to his knees, face a mask of saddened grief that sparks panic in your heart. “Clint, where’s Nat?” Questions Bruce as your face falls.

Not her, not Natasha too.

Standing solemnly on the Facility’s large dock with the teams main Avengers in various places close by, you lean against one of the thin steel beams, a deep frown on your lips while your fingers anxiously play with Bucky’s dog tags around your neck.

“Do we know if she had family?” Questions Tony to no on in particular.

Steve swallows thickly, a couple free tear stains falling down the side of his cheeks, “Yeah. Us.” Mutters the blonde gloomily as you bite your bottom lip to keep from crying again.

“What?” Wonders Thor almost in disbelief as Tony gives him a quizzical look, “Yeah, no, you guys are acting like she’s dead. Why are we acting like she’s dead? We have the stones, right? As long as we have the stones Cap, we can bring her back. Isn’t that right?” Adds Thor, glancing between all of you before facing Tony again, “So, stop this shit. We’re the Avengers. Get it together...”

“Can’t get her back.” Interrupts Clint dismally, eyes still set on the open water beyond the compound.

Thor’s brows furrow in befuddlement, “Wh-what...”

“It can’t be undone. It can’t.” Insists Clint, voice slightly wavering in despair; Thor then starts chuckling at the absurdity of the whole shitty situation before rambling about space magic and that there must be another way. Clint on the other hand quickly gets heated about this and promptly snaps at Thor about some red floaty guy he met who revealed once the Soul Stone is taken, the one sacrificed can never come back. Ever.

Soon things calmed down again, though still a rather gloomy atmosphere still lingers like a persistent hazy fog even after they all left, leaving no one but yourself and Steve on the dock. He keeps a steady gaze on the rippling water as he lets his sadness take its course, this is indeed a heavy blow to bear.

Letting out a shaky breath, you move from the leaning against the beam to instead find a spot next to him on the wooden bench. Dog tags still clutched in your fist as you steal a glance at the tearful man. You’ve admittedly never seen him so upset, well, you both may have shared a good cry when Bucky was whipped from existence five years ago. That was the first time you ever truly bonded with anyone from the team, the first time Steve and Natasha showed you their vulnerability.

And for that, you’ve formed a stronger bond with them that you’d never thought possible. They welcomed you into the compound like an old friend, always treated you with respect and gave you room when you needed it. And even when you didn’t want to be around anyone, they still forced you into playing cards with them anyways, among other dumb games. Which annoyingly so, is what your sad little self needed back then.

But without Natasha, without her beaming heart and fierce attitude to keep fighting through the unknown and murky waters, you’re not even sure if this would all still be conceivable. Or if you’d even still be here with all of them for that matter, you might have gone on an angry warpath just as Clint did when everyone he ever loved was snatched from him forever.

So why, after all this time and pain, is she the one who had to go? It’s not fare. And your heart feels broken all over again; sniffling, you swallow thickly before turning your head a little in Steve’s direction, “I didn’t know her for as long as you guys did.....but she was, really the best of us..” You laugh dismally.

Voice shaky as you hold Bucky’s tags close to your chest, “..If not better. She was the first Avenger I ever met you know, the only piece of my past that didn’t try to murder me on sight, actually. I liked her. She was who I needed to get me through my grief, among other things huh...and uh...I will miss her.....a lot.”

Nothing is heard except for the low rustling of the nearby trees as a soft wind blows into your faces, Steve clasps his hands together, turning to you, “Funnily enough, it took me some time to completely trust her, but now....there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her.” Mutters Steve with the flash of a genuine smile as he thinks fondly on Natasha, who you wish more then anything could still be here to celebrate the hard work of finding those goddamn stones.

It’s not fucking fare.

Swallowing thickly, you nod in agreement as more hot tears trail down your somber face, “The world will owe her their lives and never even know it.....but I will, we all will. Her memory will live on if I can help it, we owe her that much.”

Steve slowly nods, thumbs fiddling together anxiously as he mutters a raspy, “Yeah.”

You rest a comforting hand atop his broad shoulder as he shares a mutually dismal look with you, “We’ve already lost so much already and she fought for this like no once else did, we will avenge her Steve. I don’t doubt she knows it.”

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hikarimiyanaga · 3 years

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I'll Always Be Yours (Part 5)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Fifth Song: Dahan (Gently)

You stop trying to fight your stubborn heart. Just wanting to live a lonely life without her.

A/N: Officially completed and I'm starting on my Wanda fic now!!

Might take weeks to finish that one though...

Oh well.

Dialogues that are in parenthesis are spoken in Japanese.

Warning: Angst

No more tears

I won't force it anymore

You are my love

Until eternity

No more listening

My mind is confused

I hope you know

You are the one I love

You hum as you draw. It took you a week until you can finally draw your sketches again. Another week to pick up a paintbrush and actually paint.

It’s been four months since then. Your only missing at least two more paintings so you could open another art exhibit. You hum as you take a sip of your coffee.

“Shouldn’t you stop?” You raise an eyebrow at Silvia.

“That’s your third cup already and it’s only 11 am.” You shrug at her and continue sketching.

“Will the last one be Natasha?” You stop and contemplate Miyuki’s words. You haven’t sketched her since you broke down.

“Most probably.” You’ll probably use one of your older sketches. The ones where the woman you draw was the one you knew. Not Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow and Avenger but just Natalia, the little girl who turned into a gorgeous woman. Natalia whom you loved with your every being.

“Maybe sell it this time?” You frown at Silvia. “You rejected the last offer for the portrait!” You shrug. “It was 20 million!” Miyuki whistles at you and you smile.

“I still don’t want anyone to monopolize her.” Silvia sighs in defeat and Miyuki consoles her.

You start painting her portrait again and you can’t help but smile. You just hope that wherever she is. Whomever she was with. That you’re still holding onto your promise with her. You’ll always be waiting for her. Loving her. You stretch your body as you pause for the day. You really did meant forever.

“Silvia?” Silvia opens your door and peeks inside.

“Yeah?”

“Can you contact Professor Asuna? See if there’s any willing gallery that I can rent for a week?”

“Okay. Got it.”

“Thanks, even though you’re only my bodyguard.”

“It’s called assisting. I do that too.”

“I know!” You chuckle as she closes the door. You open your phone and lay down on the floor. You begin watching videos of the love of your life.

“Natasha.” Nat ignores Clint and stares at her portrait. “Hey.”

“What?”

“There’s a kid that wants to interview you?” Natasha sighs and turns around.

“Why?”

“About the painting, I think.”

“Where?”

“In front of Mona Lisa.”

Natasha approaches the kid who smiles at her.

“Who are you?”

“I’m Colette. A big fan of Master Y/N.”

“Have you met her?” Natasha sits besides the kid and they both look at Mona Lisa.

“Yes. Many times. Through her exhibitions. Never got to buy any of original painting though, just the postcards one.”

“What do you want from me?”

“Just answers.”

“To what?”

“Do you and Master Y/N know each other?”

“Knew.” Natasha answers with a sigh. “Before I became an Avenger, I knew her.” Colette hums.

“To what extent?”

“What?”

“Your relationship? Friends? Lovers? Enemies?”

“Lovers.” Natasha says with a sad smile.

“Ah. I knew it.”

“What do you mean?” Colette shrugs and smiles.

“Do you know that she still loves you?” Natasha gulps and looks at Colette. Colette smiles and gives Natasha an envelope. “It’s all just postcards but you can compare them to your portrait here. The strokes and the color aren’t matching. She must’ve spent days on your portraits and only hours on the landscapes. Granted they’re the ones she sells all the time.”

“She never sells my portraits?” Colette chuckles.

“Never. She said to a buyer once that she doesn’t want anyone to monopolize you. That you’re better taken care of if you’re seen by the world.” Colette bids her goodbye and Natasha looks at the miniature version of your paintings, she goes back to her portrait and her heart stops. Colette was right.

You do still love her. She can’t stop her smile and Clint smiles at her.

“You okay?” Natasha smiles.

“I’m good.”

And if it’s not for me

The love that you offer

Then I won’t hope anymore

To be kissed again

You sigh as Silvia and Miyuki cuddle each other while you were behind them. You insisted on this arrangement so you could deny that you know them. You pay attention to the screen and flinches when Steve appears. He says that warning that every movie theater does before showing the movie itself. You sigh and you look and see that the two are looking at you. You chuck them a piece of your popcorn and they look at the screen.

“The movie was so good!” You yawn as Silvia gushes about the movie.

“Yeah!” Miyuki agrees as you stretch your body.

“Boss? You going back?”

“Yep. You two go on a date or something.”

“You sure?”

“Yep. I’ll go take a nap before painting.”

“How many more days till you finish it?” You grin at them.

“Probably just one more.”

You wake up and see Natasha’s portrait staring down at you. You yawn and smile. Your phone rings and you see that it’s Asuna.

(“Hey.”)

(“You ready for it?”)

(“Yup. I’m just going to have the final one in center.”) Asuna hums.

(“Another portrait of her?”) You look at it and smile.

(“Always.”) After you hang up, you send an email to Tony Stark, confirming his invitation to your new exhibition.

Slowly release

My heart can't resist

Because once you left

It’s been Extremely difficult

You put on your suit and hum at yourself. You clean up nice.

“Is that an appreciative hum for my fashion sense or are you just being narcissistic?” Silvia asks and you roll your eyes. You get out of your room and Asuna smiles at you.

(“Finally. After hours.”)

(“Only an hour. Don’t compare me to you.”) Asuna gasps and Miyuki snickers.

(“Hush, you. Now, come on.”) You smile as you all leave the Ryokan and into your gallery. You laugh as you look around and your new paintings are displayed.

(“Asuna! Thank you! This is amazing!”)

(“On such short notice too.”)

(“Anything for the master. As long as you save me one painting.”)

(“Pick one.”)

(“Wait, seriously?”)

(“Yeah? There are a lot more than the usual so pick one.”)

(“This one then.”) She presents the portrait and you raise an eyebrow.

(“Anything except that one.”) They laugh and you shake your head.

(“This one then.”)

(“Ah. Your hometown?”) Asuna hums and you nod at her.

(“It’s yours. I’ll tell Norah not to auction that one.”)

(“Thank you, Y/N.”) She hugs you and you smile.

(“Okay, then! Two more hours till we open the doors!”) Miyuki shouts and you smile.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Of course.”

“It’s your call.” Natasha hums as she approaches the gallery with Tony.

You smile as visitors gush about your paintings. Exhibitions are still the one thing that you do make an appearance at. You were about to be approached when you see her. Natasha… she’s alone and looking at her portrait. Your heart beats faster and everything seemed to close in on you. FUCK. She’s here. DAMN IT!

“Boss?” Silvia calls out but you don’t hear her. “Y/N?” She shakes you and you finally look at her. “What’s wrong?”

“Air.” You simply answer and Silvia nods. She escorts you out of the gallery and Miyuki follows after.

You clutch your chest as you try to breathe normally.

“In and out, Y/N.” Silvia guides you through your sudden attack.

“Did something trigger it?”

“Not something.” You answer with hoarse voice then drink the water that Silvia gave you. “Someone.”

“Natasha?” You nod in confirmation. “Damn it.” You stop Silvia from going back inside.

“Don’t kick her out. Don’t be rude.”

“Then-“

“I’ll leave. I’ll come back tomorrow.” They nod and you sigh. “Tell them that I got sick or something. Just go.”

“You’ll be okay by yourself?” You nod and bid them goodbye. You walk back to the Ryokan to clear your head.

Natasha looks at the stage where Asuna got a hold of the mic.

(“I’m sorry to announce that Master Y/N cannot be here tonight.”) She hears disappointed murmurs go through the crowd. (“It seems that she suddenly got sick and had to leave early. She did say though that she’ll try her best to be here tomorrow.”) Asuna gives back the mic to the Dj and goes among the crowd again.

Natasha tries to find her and sees that Tony actually got to her first.

“Excuse me, Miss-?”

“Ah. Yuuki. Asuna Yuuki.” Natasha shakes her hand and they nod.

“What exactly happened to Master Y/N?”

“I don’t exactly know. Her bodyguards just told me that she got sick and left early.”

“Is she okay? Did something bad happen? Where is she-?” Tony gets ahold of her arm.

“Okay. Sorry for the sudden barrage miss Yuuki. We’ll be going now.” Tony drags Natasha away from Asuna.

I will not allow it anymore

You hurt me

That again and forget

Our past

Can't you hear

My chest throbbed

It's getting away from you

My feelings

You take a deep breath and fix your suit.

(“You ready, Y/N?”)You nod at Asuna and she opens the doors to your gallery once again. People immediately flock to you. They’re asking how you’re feeling. Some about the paintings. Some about the portrait.

“PEOPLE!” Silvia’s booming voice freeze them and she drags you away from them. (“Stop mobbing the master! She’ll talk to you if she’s feeling any better! Understood?”) They nod simultaneously and Miyuki gives you a glass of water.

“You okay?” You nod and drink the glass in one go.

“You sure about that?” You nod again and give the empty glass back to Miyuki.

“I’m fine now.” You tell them and go to a visitor.

You’ve managed to avoid both Tony and Natasha as you talk to everyone else and it’s the last day of your exhibition.

“Miss Y/LN.” You hum as Tony approaches you. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

“You’re with miss Romanoff.”

“Ah… do you not like her?” You scoff.

“It’s nothing.”

“She didn’t tell you?”

“Tell me what?” You sigh and wave your hand.

“As I promised, a million dollars.” He gives you a check and you shake your head.

“No. The exhibition is free for all. Keep it.”

“You sure?” You nod. “Then I’ll just have to bid all of your paintings.” You chuckle.

“And where will you put them?”

“Avengers’ Compound and Stark Industries.” You hum. He bids his goodbye and you smile.

You laugh as Tony bid 5 million on the last painting that Norah auctioned�� he just spent 125 million dollars on all of your paintings.

“How about the portrait? A special gift for someone who just got you 125 million?” You go to the stage and Norah gives you the mic.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Stark. But that portrait will be donated, not bought.”

“Come on, Y/LN!” Silvia growls and you put up your hand to stop her. “125 million! Doesn’t that mean anything to you?”

“It means everything Mr. Stark. But that woman in those portraits also meant everything to me.” You get off the stage and get something from Miyuki.

“Instead of that, please accept this.” You give him the canvas that is covered.

“And this is?”

“A painting for her. I know she’s with you.”

“She had to leave early tonight because of an emergency mission.” You smile.

“And you can just half all of your bids, I don’t mind.”

“No. You earned those 125 million. Pepper will be happy with these pieces.” You hum.

“Mr. Stark.”

“Yeah?”

“Please tell her not to come looking for me again.” You bid him goodbye and leave.

Tony tried to find you again but he huffs in frustration. You were too good at hiding your own trail. He hoped to find you before Natasha gets back from her mission but as he hears the Quinjet land softly, he knew that he failed. He runs a hand through his hair and look at your paintings.

You really were a master.

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The Surrogate - Chapter 19

The Surrogate: A Clintasha Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Clint Barton x Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Word Count: 1854

Rating: E

Warnings: Pregnancy, pregnancy complications, medical procedures, labor

Synopsis: A freak end of the world incident leads to meeting your two best friends, Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff. While your friendship with the two Avengers is anything but conventional, they are your all-time favorite people. When you find out that Clint and Natasha want to start a family but have exhausted all their options, you realize your powerset might allow you to give them what they want. Having your best friends’ baby might seem like a good idea on paper, but when you are as close as you, Clint, and Natasha are, will doing something so intimate mean feelings get a little mixed up?

Chapter 19

Time seemed to pass in a blur of sedation and panic. You were kept in the medbay the whole time with the baby being monitored as well as keeping you sedated enough to sleep and keep your powers working. It was foggy and confusing but you knew that regardless of how much time passed, Natasha stuck by your side. She slept either pressed up against you, squeezed into your hospital bed, or sitting up in the chair beside it. She ate her meals with you, sharing the tray table. She only left your side to use the bathroom, take a shower, or to have hurried conversations in the hall with medical staff or members of the Avengers team.

You knew a little about what was going on with Clint. You knew that Kate and her team had found a trail. You knew they were sure he was alive, you knew they thought they were close, yet every day he didn’t come home, you felt less sure that he ever would.

The doctors were concerned about you and the baby. You hadn’t reached what they called full-term yet, but you were close enough that they were sure she’d be fine if you were induced or had a c-section now, but no one was sure how they could do that. If you were sedated or unconscious your powers worked fine, but as soon as you started to become fully aware of what was going on, they started going haywire again.

You weren’t sure how long you’d been in the medbay when Tony came in to talk to Natasha. Normally she’d leave the room so as not to worry you but she must have thought you were deeper asleep than you were because as soon as the door opened she started to talk.

“Any news?” She asked.

“They got him,” Tony said. Natasha moved beside you and knocked over something over which startled you just enough to make you realize what Tony had said.

“They did? Is he… are they?” Natasha babbled.

“Easy now, Red,” Tony said. “No need to smash up the place. They’re headed back now. Should be here in six hours. The little hawk’s words were; ‘he’s beaten up, but not more than usual’. He was naked too, but what else is new?”

“Oh my god, Tony,” Natasha sighed. “I was so prepared for the worst.”

“With Clint? He’s like a cockroach,” Tony said.

The machines started beeping as you tried to struggle awake, wanting to engage with them about Clint coming home. You forced your eyes open and struggled to sit up as all around you machines started to alarm.

“Dorogáya,” Natasha soothed. “Relax. You need to stay calm.”

“Clint…”

The word came out at barely a whisper and hurt your throat when you forced it.

“He’s okay. He’s coming back and everything’s going to be fine,” Natasha said, as nurses and medical staff entered the room and started to poke around you. “Just relax, my darling.”

“But...”

A sharp pain ran around your side to your back and you groaned and doubled over. “What is it?” Natasha asked, sounding alarmed. “What’s going on?”

The doctors started feeling your sides and with some gentle words and manipulation, they coaxed you into a position to check on the babies. “The baby looks fine,” Jake said and pricked your finger. “And her powers are working.” He flashed a small light into your eyes. “Do you have pain?”

You squinted at the light and winced. “In my side,” you rasped.

“Let me just check if you’re showing any other signs of labor,” he said, moving down to the foot of the bed. “It’s probably just from trying to move too fast after being still for so long.”

You pulled your knees up and spread your legs as he moved between them and started to give you a pelvic exam. There was a soft pop and a gush of liquid and Jake jumped back in shock. “Well, I guess that answers that question. You’re in labor.”

“But it’s too early,” Natasha argued. “She’s not due for four weeks.”

“It’s a bit of a relief actually,” Jake said. “We’ve been trying to figure out how to induce since she fainted. Keeping her sedated for this long was hardly ideal. We’re going to let the sedation wear off and hopefully, she’ll be born naturally.”

“Clint…” you said. “He should be here.”

“My love,” Natasha soothed. “Just worry about you right now.”

“Hey,” Tony said, rubbing Natasha’s shoulder. “I'll go and radio the jet. Let the bird know his little egg’s about to hatch. Get Cap to gun it.”

“We should have time,” Jake said. “First baby and all. They don’t just shoot out.”

“So, what do we do?” Natasha asked.

“We’re going to monitor her, and let the sedatives wear off. I’ll call Kelly to let her know things have started. Then we’re just going to have to see what happens,” Jake said. “Keep everything crossed we just have a normal labor. But I’ll be around and even though pregnancy and labor aren’t my expertise, I do know about enhanced more than anyone else, so I’ll do what I can.”

Natasha furrowed her brow. You couldn’t help but feel bad about how much stress she had been dealing with for the past few weeks. Here you were freaking out about Clint and she had you, Clint, and the baby to worry about. It was a testament to her that she was able to keep it together as well as she had.

You took her hand and held it to your cheek. “I’m sorry, Nat,” you whispered.

“What for?” She asked.

“This. Clint. Everything,” you said. “It’s too much.”

She caressed your cheek and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “It’s going to be worth it. Everyone will be here soon.”

It was a few hours before the sedation began wearing off enough that you were able to get up and out of bed. However, as it wore off your powers seemed to start acting up again. They would go from working so well they would out any needles that came anywhere near you, to not working at all so that your blood pressure would shoot up and you’d have to lie down while they monitored both you and the baby.

Even with all that, things seemed to progress normally and the longer the labor went, the more you were sure Clint wasn’t going to make it in time.

Natasha didn’t leave your side. If you were in bed on the monitors, she was holding your hand and patting your brow with a cool compress. If you were up and pacing through the pain, she was walking with you. When you wanted to go into the shower and just sit under the water, she was in there with you, stripped down to her underwear and supporting your weight.

You recognized the look of fear on her face every time they hooked you up to the monitors and the look of relief when the heartbeat monitors all showed normal. Otherwise, she just seemed as calm and together as she always was. Even in the midst of active labor, you couldn’t help worrying about Clint.

“Looks like it’s time,” your obstetrician Kelly said. “She’s coming.”

“No, no, no, no,” you said, shaking your head. “Clint’s not here yet.”

“The baby doesn’t care, honey,” Kelly reasoned. “You’re going to have to push.”

You screwed up your face and shook your head, trying to resist the urge to push that your own body was sending out. Just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, the door burst open and Kate practically fell through it, supporting Clint. “I’ve got him, he’s here,” she shouted.

“Did I miss it?” Clint asked, his voice panicked.

“Oh my god!” Natasha gasped, holding out her free arm. Clint staggered forward and basically fell into her arms. “I thought I lost you.”

“I’m sorry, Nat,” he said. “I was…”

She shook her head and held him close. “You can tell us later.”

You moaned as a contraction hit and you felt the urge to push that you couldn’t ignore. “That’s it, push,” Kelly cheered.

Clint let Natasha go and leaned over you, looking down into your eyes. “Hey babe,” he whispered. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here.”

You wanted to respond, but all you were was the pain of delivering a baby. You groaned and pushed again, straining as hard as you could.

“Well, no offense, but I’m taking that as my cue. I’ll be out there,” Kate announced and left the room.

“That’s it, dorogáya,” Natasha soothed as Clint pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“She’s crowning if either of you wants to see,” Kelly said.

Both Clint and Natasha moved down to look between your legs. Clint’s face scrunched up while Natasha's jaw dropped open. “Wow, look at her.”

“We’re getting really close now,” Kelly said. “When you’re ready, push again.”

It was another half an hour or so before the final push that brought your little girl into the word. She started crying immediately, and the sound was a relief. She was okay. Despite Nathasha’s genes and your powers going haywire, she had a good set of lungs and she was pink, and healthy, and here.

You lay back down and felt the familiar buzz of your powers engaging healing everything that had happened to you as they cut the cord and whisked her away to be weighed and have her APGAR done.

“You did it,” Natasha said, caressing your brow.

You hummed and looked over at Clint. He was a mess of cut and bruises but he looked happy as he watched the medical staff fussing over the baby. “You made it.”

“I told you I’d be here,” he said and leaned down and kissed you. There was a spark as his lips touched on yours and you both hummed and enjoyed that buzz as it spread from you to him as his wounds began to heal.

They brought the little girl over and placed her on your chest. She was just how you’d imagined her. Clint’s bright blue eyes and a tuft of red hair like Natasha. She looked around at you, Natasha, and Clint like she was taking you all in. “She’s perfect,” you said.

Natasha made a choked sound and nodded, and tears began to run down her cheeks. With all the things you’d seen Natasha go through, the admitting she couldn’t have kids, the gratefulness when you’d offered to be surrogate, her fear it would go wrong, starting a relationship with you, Clint going missing, your weird health turn, this was the first time you’d ever seen her cry. It made you so happy to see how moved she was right now and you reached over and took her hand. “Maybe you should hold her.”

Natasha nodded again and carefully lifted her off you, cradling her close, and looked down at the newborn. “Hey, sweet girl. I’m your mama,” she whispered.

“We did it, Nat,” Clint said. “You get to have everything.”

// NEXT

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Submersion

By Hale13

For the Summer of Whump Day 3 - Drowning

Peter never thought he would see the day where he wouldn’t enjoy fighting side by side with Iron Man but here he is.

Words: 1759, Chapters 1/1 (Complete), Language: English

Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)

Rating: Gen

Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark

TW: Drowning

Read on AO3 or below the line break.

“Duck,” Tony called as he sailed over Peter’s head to knock over bot that was sneaking up behind him. Peter rolled his eyes but dropped anyway to stay clear the the incoming repulsers blast; he had both heard the sound of the heavy metal steps and felt his Spidey sense tingle to warn him of the upcoming threat and was already prepared to web it to the wall to be dealt with later but now he was just lying on the ground like an idiot while Tony took out the drone. His mentor had been super overbearing for the entirety of the past couple hours that they had been dismantling the reinforced bots and it was really starting to grate on Peter’s already thinned out nerves.

“I had that!” He hollered up toward the floating Iron Man armor, paying no heed to the comm in his mask that would perfectly translate his words without the extra effort and strain on his vocal cords. Peter didn’t care though, it felt good to yell and blow off a little steam. He violently punched through the chest plate of the bot he was fending off and then shook out his hand once it was shot off the side of the Brooklyn Bridge – he had definitely busted a knuckle that time.

Tony zipped away to head off a few more of the flying ones above them and said a quick, “You sure did kiddo,” which made Peter bristle up even more. He knew that Tony meant well and was just trying to help but he still over interpreted the words to sound condescending and demeaning – like he was here for no other reason than entertainment. Shaking his head to clear it, Peter hopped back into the fight. Now was not the time to get distracted and over-analyze anything.

“Shit!” He heard Tony shout both over the comms and through the air as he took a hit from the surplus of Hammer Tech as he was knocked to the far end of the bridge.

“Tony!” Peter called, his irritation of before quickly overshadowed by concern. He hastily fired a web to swing towards his mentor but ground to a halt when Tony coughed out an “I’m fine!” as the brilliant red and gold armor crested the edge of the bridge in the distance to smash into the drone above him. “I can’t leave you over there with all of them alone!” Peter protested.

“Just catch the outliers,” Tony said, breathing slightly ragged in exertion. “Some of them are bound to get past me.”

Peter felt his eye twitch in renewed vexation as he relaxed his grip on the webbing enough to let it go. Tony knew that he was the target of this latest attack by Justin Hammer and was, clearly, doing his level best to keep Peter as far away from the action as humanly possible. Twitching from his overload of adrenaline, Peter bounced on his toes and webbed up a partially destroyed drone that landed a few feet away.

“How many we got left K?” Peter asked, eyes following the fight with the assistance of his suits AI.

“I’m unable to tell Peter,” Karen’s bright, chirpy voice replied through his private comm. “They are cloaked from my sensors. I can ping FRIDAY if you’d like?”

“No,” Peter said, petulant, as he replaced his web cartridges. “Don’t bother.”

“Sure thing!”

Peter sighed again and leaned back against the smoking car behind him. He hated being useless and he hated twiddling his thumbs when he could be helpful; and he was pissed because he knew that Tony knew this about him. His Spidey sense tingled up his spine but Peter brushed it off after a quick survey of the area – it still occasionally did that for no reason if he was amped up.

“Finishing up here, kid. You all set?” Mr. Stark asked as he soared overhead with three of the drones following closely on his tail. Peter felt his eye twitch a little but responded in the affirmative, trying to keep the frustration out of his voice – there would be plenty of time to hash things out with Tony after they were back in the Tower. As the flight stabilizers of the Iron Man armor faded off Peter felt his Spidey sense twitch again just a second too late.

Clearly, both of them had missed one of the Hammer drones somewhere as Peter fell to the ground, the metal arms wrapped tight around his waist and arms and locked into place. He struggled as he was dragged back to the edge of the bridge but couldn’t seem to break the grip. His logical brain was working through equations and understood that, with the lack of space to move, he would be unable to escape.

All these thoughts came too slowly, though, because it only took a few seconds before he was pulled over the edge of the bridge and into a free fall, smacking into the cold water of the Hudson moments later. Unprepared, Peter’s lungs let out a burst of the limited amount of oxygen he had been able to take in as water rushed down his throat and his struggles renewed. He opened his eyes and felt them sting from the dirty water, the sunlight barely visible the lower they sank. His HUD was lit red and he could hear Karen’s muffled voice in his ear as his body convulsed and his vision darkened.

His last thoughts as he passed out were of May and Tony and the overbearing pain in his chest.

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“Please tell me that was the last one FRI,” Tony begged from high above the smoking Brooklyn Bridge. He was sweating through the three-piece suit he hadn’t managed to completely shed before stepping into the armor and he was dying for a shower and a large mushroom and olive pizza from Mario’s.

“Area secure,” FRIDAY replied. “Karen has sent an SOS from the Spider suit – I’m sending the directions to your HUD.”

“Shit,” Tony cursed as he immediately blasted toward the opposite side of the bridge and the blinking beacon FRI was projecting for him. “Vitals?”

“Unable to read Boss,” the AI said. “The suit GPS is reading one-hundred and twenty-seven feet below the water directly under you.” Blood going cold at the implication, Tony increased his speed and broke the surface at high speed, eyes darting through the water to find the bright red of Peter’s suit.

Peter’s body was completely limp in the grip of one of the larger drones and Tony didn’t bother to unhook the two as he grabbed Peter and swiftly pulled him close before surging out of the water and back to land on the uninhabited bridge above him. FRIDAY helpfully removed his helmet as Tony activated his laser to release Peter from the drones grip, yanking the stretchy mask over the teenagers head. His lips were blue and his face pale under the bright mask and Tony crammed his unloved fingers to Peter’s carotid artery, heart sinking when it was still beneath Peter’s chilled skin.

“Fuck,” Tony cursed, positioning his hands over Peter’s unmoving chest and beginning his first round of compressions. “Fuck fuck fuck,” he continued, counting to thirty in his head before tilting Peter’s head back to clear his airway and administering two rescue breaths. Peter’s chest still didn’t move after and he felt no breathing so Tony took up another round of compressions. “Come on Pete,” he begged, tears beading at the corners of his eyes but he refused to let them fall and cloud his vision. “Not today. Not like this!” He gave two more breaths and had to lean back quickly when water gushed from Peter’s mouth. “There you go buddy,” Tony said, rolling Peter onto his side in the recovery position and patting his back firmly to help release the water from his lungs. “Get it all up now.”

“Tony,” Peter choked out, his voice sounding rough and warbling around his coughs. His lips were still a pale blue but were rapidly pinking as his lungs cleared of water and were able to absorb oxygen.

“Don’t talk,” Tony said, lifting Peter’s trembling body up to rest against his chest. “Just breath for now, ok?” Peter nodded as more water dribbled down his chin and he gagged, vomiting a mixture of bile and vile river sludge. Tony crinkled his nose in disgust but wiped the kid’s chin down anyways with the corner of his suit jacket. They sat for a few more minutes in silence as Peter continued to cough and retch before going silent except for the ragged gasps he was drawing in. “I’m going to take you to see Cho now alright? Just let me do all the work.”

Not waiting for Peter’s permission, Tony fully suited back up and cautiously maneuvered Peter into his arms where he laid limply with his head lolled against Tony’s chest. Tony felt his heart clench before taking off, pointing his thrusters in the direction of the compound.

“If I have to tell you to keep that mask on one more time,” Tony threatened, “I’m going to glue it to your face.”

Peter huffed, but obediently rested the oxygen mask back against the lower part of his face, his steady breaths fogging up the clear plastic and doing nothing to hide the look of exhausted indignation on his protégés face. “I feel fine,” Peter protested but Tony didn’t believe him. The kid’s voice was still raw and hoarse and he looked like he had gone a few rounds with the Hulk. Most telling, though, was the fact that Peter hadn’t yet tried to engage in an elaborate escape attempt from the MedBay.

“I’m sorry, when did you get you medical degree?” Tony retorted with an eye roll. “Dr. Cho is keeping you overnight on oxygen until your saturations are normal and starting you on a heavy duty antibiotic and breathing treatments. Do you want pneumonia?”

“No,” Peter answered, petulant but wiggling around until he was more comfortable in the bed and resting against the pillows propped up behind him.

“Then you’ll do as she says.” Tony said firmly, reaching out to run one hand through Peter’s gritty curls and down to squeeze the back of his neck. “Just give it one night okay? One night before you’re back out there figuring out new and improved ways to make me prematurely grey.”

Peter smiled and let out a chuckle before letting his eyes slip closed. “One night,” he agreed.

#summer of whump 2021 #Prompt: Drowning #spider man #irondad #summerofwhump #summerofwhump3

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Okay I got boooored so here’s a Kevison magazine fic I wrote for Kevison nation coz I love yous and we deserve to see Kevin talk about his fam magazine-stylez coz you know he’ll be gushing all the time about them, like you just KNOW IT.

Kevin Pearson on life, fatherhood and what’s next for him by x March 2028, Spring edition

It’s been twelve years since the impassioned The Manny star Kevin Pearson announced to the world that he will be quitting the role that had started it all for him. Pearson’s public meltdown was excruciating, to say the least, but it was this very act of defiance that led the actor towards the path of the actor-crusader that he is now known for—a revolutionary who defied the odds and ultimately defined him as one of the greatest actors of his generation.

After a slew of tabloid-worthy dalliances with famous co-stars including the soap operatic love triangle with Tony award-winner Olivia Maine and his Back of an Egg co-producer and playwright Sloane Sandburg, to the court-ordered rehab stint after a DUI arrest, Kevin Pearson has done nothing but illicit the kind of stories that tabloids are desperate to display and monetise from in full view. All of these seemed the perfect pivot points for the actor, basking in the affordances of all this fame and fortune albeit in a trajectory of a complete career-destruction, but the actor was by no means deterred in proving that he can and should be taken seriously in his acting craft.

Pearson came through with striking, emboldened performances: a soldier with an inability to confront his demons in the Ron Howard-helmed World War II flick opposite Sylvester Stallone, and an embittered cop in the M Night Shyamalan action flick Stairs to Nowhere. But it wasn’t until his role as a disingenuous trial lawyer in the 2020 Jordan Martin Foster film Glass Eye that earned him his first ever Academy Award nomination and eventual win that proved to the world that when he puts his mind to it, Kevin Pearson can truly achieve the kind of acting greatness worth the lauded applause.

Pearson, who was born and raised in Pittsburgh before moving to New York and eventually Los Angeles, has spent a good amount of his life in the public eye. Though his sunny, easy-going persona and physicality have been compared to the likes of Chris Hemsworth and (supposed rival) Chris Evans, the Pittsburgh-bred Pearson doesn’t feel the need now to prove that he is anything but a conscientious actor and a dedicated family man.

It’s a warm, spring afternoon when I ring the buzzer of a sprawling floor-to-ceiling glass residence tucked away in a town in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania. The little lady of the house, barefoot in a floral-print dress, greets me with an encouraged wave from her father, who is cradling her against him upon opening the front door. “She’s not normally this shy,” Kevin says with an affectionate grin as he leads the way to the sitting room, his little girl curiously taking peeks at me with what I garner is her mother’s soft blue eyes given Kevin’s famous warm browns.

The newly built residence is a remarkably private house perched on a dramatic hillside overlooking a panoramic view of the verdant surrounds, which Kevin says, “keeps the family very safe from prying eyes.” This feature, of course, was at the forefront of his mind prior to laying its foundations there.

“There’s one main reason as to why I chose to build here specifically,” he says. “But I’m not gonna bore you with the details. Let’s just say, I’m honoring a memory. Makes me sound real poetic, doesn’t it?”

Throughout Kevin’s career, he’s been known to talk quite candidly about his love and appreciation for his mother, Rebecca Pearson, with his Oscars acceptance speech having heavily featured his immense gratitude to her as would a loving son. But, as we move along the elegantly furnished corridors with him pointing and elaborating at the various artworks decorating the walls and the spaces, it is obvious that Kevin has an unrivalled affection for his wife that is quite notably special.

We make our way to a sitting area outside where we are entreated to the sounds and sights of a naturally filtered swimming billabong with cascading falls—a modern feature incorporated with the Japanese Zen garden landscaping that is just breathtaking to behold in person. “I wanted to make it feel as authentic as the ones you find in Japan,” he says, sitting on one of the cushioned recliners. He pours me a glass of red wine while he settles for chilled tonic, his little girl now helping herself to some olives and crackers.

There is an air of rare contentment around Kevin as he laughingly recalls his twins’ daily shenanigans. “Nothing really compares to coming home to them,” he says. “And I’m not trying to sound ungrateful or anything, but I’ve been [working my whole life] and I’ve only had my wife and kids just short of a decade, and that’s nothing! So, I do what I can to be home in as most days of the year as I can.”

When asked whether he’s perhaps heading into the territory of acting retirement in favour of other pursuits like directing or producing, Kevin thinks it can go either way.

“The other night in bed my wife suggested I do voice acting,” he says, to which his little girl unintentionally responds to in glee as she, her feet now strapped in light-up sandals, runs the width of the garden (within sight of her dad, of course) with her Jessie and Bullseye dolls held high. “She knows me too well,” he says fondly of Madison, his wife of eight years now. “I’d love to have my kids watch a movie that dad’s in without having to wait till they’re teenagers. And I hate thinking of my babies as teenagers! God, it’s just the worst age!”

Kevin recalls his teenage years with the kind of accepted embarrassment fit for a 48-year-old, but he laughs saying, “But I see a little more of their mom in them than me so that gives me hope. I’d hate to think I passed on angsty teen Kevin to either one of them. Just serious kudos to my parents for putting up with me all those years. I must’ve been a nightmare.”

From endorsing the des Resistance popular eau de parfum for men to his Armani-clad behind splashed on every billboard in the country (much to his chagrin and to his wife’s entertainment), Kevin Pearson has always been quite the go-getter, and though his “yes man” days in the industry are over, he’s always open to other ways in which he can challenge himself in his craft without compromising the time spent with his family.

“They’re my first priority, no questions asked,” he says. For a kid, who grew up in a middle-class family with parents whom had high hopes for their future, Kevin says that now, as a father himself, his perspective has shifted as to what’s really important and what’s not.

“I think a lot of the time there’s an expectation for your kids to meet the standard their parents have set or even go beyond it,” he says. “But that’s just toxic, you know? And it puts a lot of pressure on them to be someone that they’re not and not meant to be.”

Kevin is candid about his insecurities as an actor and as a father and as a husband, but there is a masterful acceptance there that he gives full credit to his wife. “We’re not perfect people, perfect parents,” he says. “And we’ll never be. That’s just a fact of life. But getting to do this with your person, the love of your life makes the biggest difference. I used to think that my parents had the greatest love story ever, and I used to really idolise it, you know, but honestly I think Madison and I can probably rival that.” And he thinks that if he’ll ever write, direct or produce a script, it’ll be about him and his wife’s sweeping and unconventional love story that will be the “tear-jerker of the century. Like, A Walk to Remember or The Notebook level but like better!”

I ask him what Madison would think of his plans to unleash their love story to the world, and as if on cue, he fishes his phone from his pocket and utters a “just a sec” before leaving to grab his daughter and take the call.

Following his game-changing Academy Award win in 2021, Kevin had let himself free fall in the industry as a kind of versatile actor in roles where he sweeps you away with gut-punching monologue deliveries coupled with an intensity that comes in through the eyes. He hasn’t delved into comedy since his Manny days though, but there is a certain cajoling ease in his demeanour that could easily challenge his funny bone.

“It’s Madison,” he returns not long after and settles himself down again, his daughter handing me a pizza-shaped play-dough I pretend to munch on. “She’ll be home soon. You should meet her. You’d love her! Everyone does not that it’s surprising.”

And who could deny that offer?

Kevin shows me a photograph of the twins on his phone at their cousin’s birthday whom they celebrated with in California last week and qualms that they’re growing up way too fast—yet another reiteration that he is as doting of a father as he is a consummate actor. He thinks that though Hollywood is a lot less ageist in terms of film and TV roles, there is still that pressure not to succumb to filling a role just because you’re the right age for it.

“Ever since my kids were born, I’ve been approached to do a lot of dad roles. Like my agent would send me about five scripts a week where my character is supposed to be this stereotypical dad. I’ve rarely taken any of them because I feel like it’s like they’re just trying to fit me in to a role just because I can say, ‘Oh hey, yeah I’m a dad now, I know what that means or what that looks like’, and not that that isn’t a good thing per se, but there’s a difference between the director wanting me to put my own spin to it as Kevin Pearson the actor versus them just wanting Kevin Pearson the dad. The way I approach parenting my kids, the way my wife and I do it, would be different to the way my character in this film would parent his kids. Sure, there may be certain overlaps, but it’s not going to be full Kevin Pearson the dad, you know? So, it’s hard with that kind of expectation.”

As the sun dips a little lower and it gets a little cooler, Kevin takes us back to the house just in time to finally meet Madison and their little boy, who looks strikingly like his father though, upon closer inspection, actually looks a little more like his mother. But there is one undeniable feature of the twins that definitely comes from both parents: the adorable identical dimples adorning their little chins.

Madison Pearson is as beautiful in person as she looks in photographs standing beside her husband in premieres and events. With her light-blue eyes and warm, soothing voice that sounds both delicate and excited at the same time, Madison is nothing but the embodiment of all things lovely.

“She grounds me,” he says adoringly, watching Madison and their kids flit about in the kitchen arranging dinner. “There isn’t much I can say that’s good about me if it hadn’t been for her. I can be ambitious and sometimes there’s always that pull towards something bigger but not necessarily better and she tells me honestly. She calls me out. And everyone needs that, you know? A frank person who won’t sugar coat anything, but they do it because they love you.”

It’s easy to imagine Kevin in gritty noir films playing bad cop, good cop or even as an intimidating trial lawyer, but Kevin as a family man is the role that is perfectly suited for him, almost like it’s created especially for him. As a father, he thrives on the affections of his kids, and as an actor, he finds pleasure in what’s he’s good at. And as a husband, his smile is the widest. “Not gonna lie, her not even being slightly jealous of that one time I did a love scene still gets to me,” he jokes. But it’s obvious that it bothers him not one bit. He enjoys being Madison Pearson’s more than anything.

“It’s crazy to think that people are inspired by what I do and who I am when for most of my life, it was 100% the other way around. It’s a huge responsibility, really, but I take it as it goes. I have my kids on the back of my mind now every time I make any decision, and I have a wife to love and support too, so it’s easier to not feel trapped by people’s opinions and expectations of you when you’re too focused on them and being the best person you can be for you and for them. So, it’s about growing every day, and enjoying all that life has to offer, and making every moment count.” x

Particular shoutout to my GC gals coz like ILY 5EVS @wallofweird @betweensunflowersanddaffodils @thisiskevison @thesocietalmisfit @tryalittlejoytomorrow @lullabiesandgoodbyes @flythesail @ourfinehouse @elephantsneedwater @holding-up-the-universe @smoakingpinklipstick @purpleinthesky

#kevison #kadison #seriously let's get rid of this tag @ sterling better not be annoying af next ep aye!!#hope you enjoyed kevin gushing about his family lol #i'll probs make another one but less formal and more kevison-centric #but I just love love loveeeee imagining dad! and husband!kevin sah much #so don't mind meee #anywhooo #kevin and madison #kevin pearson #this is us madison #kevison fanfic #kevison fic #i have not written in 5eva but boyyyyyy this was sah much fun #Kevin Pearson #TIU #tiu spoilers

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Duckling Pt. 8

Pairing: AU!Teen Wolf x Reader x AU!Avengers, Derek Hale x Reader

Word Count: 3k

Summary: Reader’s friends need to pick up some last minute supplies before their camping trip. Luckily, Stiles knew of a new shop along the way.

A/N: Plot requester didn’t remember the name of the film this is based on, so if you recognize it, let me know!

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Despite them still having to get through a week of school before they were off for spring break, Shuri already had her bags packed. She’d rubbed how much fun she was going to have in her brother’s face, since he was going to be stuck practicing lacrosse for the upcoming semi-finals.

T’Challa told her he hoped the Rogers’ forget her in the desert, and she sent Peter a playful glare when he laughed in response.

The chatter died down when Natasha unexpectedly sat at their table, hardly looking up from her tray of food. They all turned to Peter, who looked even more confused than they did. Shuri’s cousin, Erik, stood abruptly and left, followed by a couple of others, leaving their lunches behind.

Clint laughed nervously, pulling their food toward him. “More for me! Hey, Nat.”

“Hey,” she croaked.

It didn’t go unnoticed by Peter how both she and Brock had dropped in popularity since their breakup. He did fail to notice, however, that they seemed to have fallen to the very bottom of the hierarchy. He realized she hardly went out anymore, and he couldn’t even remember the last time he saw anyone speak to her.

“Shuri was just telling us that she’s all set for our trip, weren’t you?”

She picked up on his pleading tone, and nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, I’m looking forward to it!”

Little by little, the conversation picked back up. Peter kept glancing nervously at his sister, hoping she wouldn’t be upset with him for forcing her inclusion. When she looked up at him, her lips twitching into a soft smile, he breathed a sigh of relief.

When the bell rang, signalling the end of lunch, Nat left without so much as a goodbye. Peter watched her leave, worry evident on his face. When he turned to look at the people who remained, they all turned away quickly.

After walking Shuri to her class, he headed toward his own, stopping when he heard Nat’s name coming from somewhere ahead of him. He recognized the voices as belonging to Clint and Erik.

“You didn’t have to be a dick about it!”

“I didn’t see you rush to extend your hand in friendship after!” Erik hissed. “Brock’s got a target on his back now, and-”

“Oh, come on!” Clint scoffed.

“AND so might she by association.”

“You don’t actually believe that crap, do you?”

“I believe what I know, and what I know is that anyone who crosses Hale ends up dead.”

“You don’t know that, that’s ridiculous.”

“Are you certain there’s no truth in it?” Erik challenged, and Clint didn’t respond. “Brock attacked his girl on that field. You know as well as I do it wasn’t an accident.” He shifted his backpack and walked away, Clint leaving soon after.

Instead of heading to class, Peter went to the nurse’s office. He was feeling a bit faint, so he was given some water and told to lie down while the nurse called his mother.

Peggy was there in a minute, and after failing to get any answers from him other than ‘I’m fine’, she called Steve to pick him up and instructed him to stay rested for the rest of the day.

He told his father his head was hurting, only to keep him from asking the same questions the nurse and his mother had already asked. Instead, he thought about Nat. He wondered if that was why people seemed to be avoiding her, and if she knew. Did she think her days were numbered, just like Erik did? Should he say something?

As concerned as he was, he somehow thought that would only make everything worse. He knew his family would take it seriously, and Shuri said herself they were only rumors, and not everyone believed them.

Maybe he could talk to the Sheriff? He seemed nice. But what if he told his parents?

He groaned in frustration, leaning his head against the window.

Steve gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze, assuring him they were almost home.

Both his parents insisted he stay home the following day, and he didn’t have it in him to argue. He ate his breakfast in silence, and headed back to his room. Peggy asked if he wanted her to stay, but he’d said no, and she headed off to school with Natasha.

Steve and Bucky asked if he wanted to go to the shop with them, but Peter said he wanted to nap and do homework, and that he’d be fine alone. They got the twins ready and headed out, reluctantly leaving Peter, staring at his window.

At first, he’d thought to try to sleep in, but as he’d had such a restless night, he didn’t think it was a viable option. He then took a page out of Shuri’s book and began to pack for their trip south. It didn’t take him long, though, and his mind went back to imagining the worst in no time.

Part of him knew his imagination was running away with him; how could so much death surround one person, and that person be let to walk free if he had been involved? That rational part of his brain fell to the back burner as the more gruesome thoughts took over, and unable to bear it any longer, dug through to the back of his closet where he kept his personal laptop hidden.

His parents thought he was too young to have his own computer, but Tony disagreed, and bought him one one day when he was visiting.

Peter turned it on now, biting his bottom lip as he silently urged the machine to boot faster. When it did, he began his search.

First he started with a broad search of the crimes in Beacon Hills. Needless to say, he was a little surprised by the results. With the exception of a couple of names here and there, only recognizing the Sheriff’s, it was a dead end. Then he began searching by name, recalling the people Shuri mentioned.

All he found on Matt were lacrosse and yearbook photos, and that he’d drowned. There were no traces of drugs or alcohol in his system. There was no foul play suspected, and the accepted answer was that he’d fallen and knocked himself out in an unfortunate spot. There was no mention of Derek, or his girlfriend.

He searched Y/N Lang next, and there was even less to be found about her: a mention on a story about the lacrosse state championship, and a “Best Friends” photo in the Beacon Hills High yearbook.

Derek Hale brought him the most results, but it wasn’t anything related to the information he was after, and he didn’t know whether to be relieved or frustrated. He wasn’t explicitly mentioned the news about the fire that claimed the lives of most of his family, nor in the story about his sister’s death.

All he found were several articles surrounding his achievements in athletics, and a “Cutest Couple” photo in the yearbook with a girl named Paige. They looked to be about Peter’s age in the picture, and he couldn’t imagine someone so young being capable of taking a life and getting away with it.

He thought about how he would feel if he lost Shuri. Not just her, but his whole family. The loss would change him, that was for sure, and he wondered if that’s what happened to Derek. And if the rumors weren’t true, he imagined that would’ve only made everything worse.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

You kissed Derek goodbye as he dropped you off at Stiles’ for your camping trip. He couldn’t go because he had baseball ‘camp’, which only meant the team had to practice during spring break while everyone else got time off. It was unfair, but as Derek enjoyed it, he didn’t mind. Thus, you learned not to mind, either.

Scott was already there, trying not to laugh at the speech Stiles was getting about being responsible with his things.

None of you were sure why you even took fishing equipment in the first place, since you never actually caught much. When you did, you would release it. It was more about relaxing and talking and splashing around in the water. A string tied to a stick would’ve served the same purpose.

Still, Noah reluctantly handed over the tackle box and rods, wishing you a fun and safe trip.

You packed all your things into the back of the jeep, recently cleared of the usual clutter of lacrosse gear, and waited for the others to arrive.

Stiles nearly choked on air when Allison pulled up in her dad’s SUV, and saw Lydia sitting in the passenger seat. Scott pat him on the back, urging him to keep it together. Apparently, the only way Allison was going to be allowed to go, was if Lydia went, too.

He rambled on and on about how he was finally going to get his chance to impress her, and it only got worse when you made a pit stop just before heading into the forest.

Scott was in need of a two person sleeping bag, and when he ran into the new shop that had opened not too long ago, Lydia had called shotgun on the jeep before heading into the store herself.

Before Stiles could panic, or die of happiness, Kira and Isaac appeared, asking to squeeze into the back with you, stating they didn’t want to bear witness to all the cute, couply stuff between Scott and Allison.

You moved your stuff to the back of the SUV instead, and had Isaac sit in the very back of the jeep. He complained a little, but Stiles threatened to send him back to Allison’s car if he didn’t shut it.

Lydia arrived, sending Isaac an apologetic smile as she handed Scott her new tent and inflatable mattress to store in the car. You thought Stiles’ face was going to split with how wide he was grinning. Unfortunately, his joy only lasted as long as it took for Lydia to start gushing about the hot blond behind the counter.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

It was only Bucky at the shop today; Peggy had taken the twins to the academy’s pre-school, while Steve took care of preparations for their trip. Bucky, Peggy, and the kids were already packed, and Shuri’s parents offered to drive them to the airport, so all that was left to do was for Steve to pack and make sure they weren’t going to leave anything in the fridge to spoil.

Though the trip was for the kids, Bucky couldn’t help but look forward to it. He wasn’t a fan of crowds, but he would enjoy the smiles on the kids faces. Sam was meeting them there as well, and though Bucky would never admit it, he was looking forward to seeing him again, too. Mostly, he was glad that even Nat’s mood lifted considerably as the end of the week drew closer.

He looked up as the door opened, and the sheriff’s son stumbled in, looking a little panicked.

“You lose the lures again, kid?” he asked, not waiting for an answer before pointing him in the right direction. He would have laughed at the offended look the boy sent him, but his attention was caught by the laughter of two other kids standing in the doorway.

He saw the second boy’s lips moving, but he didn’t register his words. His focus was entirely on the girl smirking at the sheriff’s kid, who was now making his way toward the fishing section of the shop.

“Hey,” the other boy waved a hand in front of his face. “Are you alright?”

Bucky was snapped out of his trance, looking at the kid in front of him. “Huh?”

“You kinda look like you’re gonna be sick.”

“Scott,” you hissed. “That’s kinda rude.”

Scott grimaced, mumbling a feeble ‘sorry’. “I’m gonna go help Stiles.”

Bucky watched you watch Scott go, hoping his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him. When you faced him, he took advantage of your close proximity to match your features to those of the little girl he missed so dearly.

The likeness was uncanny; too close to be a mere lookalike. At least, that’s what he hoped.

When you frowned at him, he realized you’d said something, and were waiting on a response. “I’m sorry, what was that?”

“I asked if that was your bike outside,” you repeated, worry still etched on your face.

It took him a moment to gather his thoughts. “Oh, right, yes. Do… do you ride?” He sincerely hoped not, which he knew was a bit hypocritical.

“Nah, my dad won’t let me,” you lamented, your face relaxing again.

Dad? he wondered. Who the hell is your ‘dad’?

“Well, um, that’s good. They’re dangerous, ya know?” He chuckled nervously at the unimpressed look you gave him. “So you an enthusiast or somethin’?”

“Not really, I just have my favorites.”

“Oh? Do you drive at all?”

Bucky thought he might faint at the way your face lit up. “Yeah, I have a ’53 Skylark.”

He couldn’t believe it. “The yellow one?” he asked. They’d lived in town for about six months. For six months you’d been right under their noses.

“Mm-hm. She was a gift from my boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend?” His voice grew more strained as the conversation continued.

“Yeah, he fixed her up for me for my sixteenth.”

“No,” he blurted. You wouldn’t turn sixteen for another couple of months. When you frowned again, he tried to play off his outburst. “No way, that’s… that’s a great gift. My nephew has a Chevelle SS we’re fixing up.”

“Nice!”

He saw you cast a glance toward your friends, and became worried that you’d join them. He wasn’t ready to say goodbye yet. “Yeah. Original parts aren’t as easy to find around here, though, so it’s uh, it’s slow going.”

“Have you tried Hale’s?” you asked, bringing your attention back to him. “They have a salvage yard behind the shop, and Peter’s always bringing in new stuff.”

Bucky actually hadn’t considered it, and made a mental note to check the place out. “You think they’ll have what I’m looking for?”

You considered his question and shrugged before pulling your phone from your pocket. “Only one way to find out.”

He watched you in awe as you scrolled through your contacts, barely registering the ringing until it stopped and a voice answered.

“Hey, Beautiful. Are you back from your trip?”

Bucky’s stomach tightened, and his heart broke a little at the way you smiled bashfully at your phone. He’d missed so much. You were so little when he’d last seen you, and now you were a young woman, possibly in love and with a life of your own.

“Not quite. Stiles lost his dad’s fishing stuff again, so we’re trying to replace what we can before heading home.” You giggled at the annoyed groan that came from the other end of the line, and Bucky bit back a sob at the sound of it. It was just like he remembered. “Yeah, anyway, I have someone here who’s looking for parts for a Chevelle Super Sport.”

“What year?”

You looked up at Bucky expectantly, and he had to swallow a few times before he found his voice. “1970.”

“What do you need?”

You smiled at Bucky, and he smiled back as he began listing the parts he needed. When the guy on the phone asked for his name to hold what parts were available for him, he watched you for any sign of recognition.

There was none.

The two boys ran up to the counter, placing handfuls of items down to be rung up. He didn’t catch the last bit of your conversation with your boyfriend, but he did manage to catch the odd looks the boys were giving him.

The sheriff’s son said something about not telling his dad, and Bucky agreed. He rung them up, quite carelessly, paying no mind to the items on the counter. He wouldn’t enjoy taking inventory later.

He didn’t care, though. The only thing that mattered was that you were about to walk out the door, and he didn’t know what to do.

“Duckling?” he whispered pleadingly.

He wasn’t sure why he said it; a last ditch effort to get a reaction, he supposed. But you stopped. When you turned, you looked his way, but it was like you were seeing through him. The confusion on your face told him you didn’t know why you stopped, but he hoped deep down, part of you remembered.

“Y/N!” One of the boys called, pulling you from your thoughts.

With a final wave at Bucky, you walked out and over to a blue jeep. He watched you climb into the back, missing the concerned looks the two boys exchanged.

He fought every instinct to run out and grab you and bring you home. To quell the feeling of dread at the possibility of losing you again, he reminded himself you lived in town, and unless your so-called ‘family’ moved, you shouldn’t be difficult to find.

Family. His body filled with rage at the thought of the people who’d nearly destroyed his, happily pretending you were part of theirs. He stormed to the front door and locked it, flipping the ’OPEN’ sign over.

He pulled his phone out to make a call, and stared at it. Should he call the police, or should he call Steve first? Somehow, neither option sounded like it was the right move. He settled on a contact and dialed. When no one answered, he hung up and tried again. After the fifth time, he decided to leave a message.

“Sharon, I need you to drop everything and call me back right now. Don’t tell anyone, alright? I think I found her.” He took a deep breath, knowing it was going to be hard for them to keep it from the others. “Look, I don’t wanna get anyone’s hopes up, and I need a second opinion. I need to be sure I’m not losin’ my mind here.”

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Worlds Away

Requested by @spaghetittiesbcimgay : hey! could i get something with our boy peter with a really smart reader?? who’s an intern at nasa or smth? and is obsessed with her instruments (guitar, bass, etc) and also space? (can you tell i’m projecting?) idk if this would be wayy to specific (if it is, totally leave out the last bit!! :) ) and i have no idea where to go from there but ive been dying for some peter x smart!reader sooo.. thank u so much in advance xx

Summary: You and Peter Parker are two of the smartest kids at Midtown High. So why are you both completely clueless at the fact you both have massive crushes on each other?

Words: 1391

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Obviously Midtown was full of students with extraordinary smarts and subsequent extraordinary internships because of it. Naturally, Peter had gotten a lot of attention when word spread that he’d swung (no pun intended) an internship with Tony STARK. The superhero hype around the school was real even months later. And after news broke about aliens visiting earth and all that a couple years ago, every hyper intelligent teenager’s hopes were directed on working with space tech: protection or exploration, it didn’t matter. But that was mainly Tony’s domain now and the world knew it, so Midtown’s students scrambled to find prestigious positions in other areas.

When you got accepted to intern as a research assistant for NASA, you immediately shared the news with a few close friends. And they were, of course, absolutely stoked for you. They were also huge blabbermouths so by the time everyone returned to school that Monday, the entire grade knew. Jealousy emitted from them like the energy of an exploding star. But unlike a star, the only visible evidence were the side-eye glares and slight shaking of the heads in disbelief. If you could read minds, they would be a mix of chatter saying: ‘why does SHE get to work for NASA?’ ‘I’m twice as smart as her—that should be my job’ ‘I bet she paid her way in—they’re not even accepting interns in the middle of the school year’ ‘she’s two years younger than me! I need that internship more than she does!’ Etcetera.

But not everyone was so green. Peter Parker, for example, was over the moon (still no pun intended) when you told him. He was also your number one suspect for blabbing. At least with him and his big mouth, you knew it was from a place of pride rather than an attempt to spread gossip. As if anyone went to Peter Parker for gossip. Maybe that was part of the reason you found him so appealing.

“If they send you to space will you let me know?” He said earnestly. You just laughed.

“I’m doing research, not training to be an astronaut. I don’t have the physical endurance!”

“But you’re smart enough to engineer a spaceship.”

You rolled your eyes. “Not on my own.”

“Still!”

“They’re not sending me to space and I’m not engineering a spaceship for other people to go to space,” you laughed.

“Well what are they not paying you for then?” he pressed.

“I’m joining the student research team that assesses alien remnants from the battle of New York to help find ways to improve our own space technology. NASA’s actually working closely with Mr. Stark on a lot of it--I’m sure he’d tell you more...”

You stopped talking at the awestruck expression on Peter’s face. He leaned forward.

“No way,” he gushed. “Mr. Stark didn’t tell me any of that. Wow, you sounded really smart just then.” He paused, thinking. “This is gonna be awesome for you, y/n!” he beamed, sounding just as enthused as you felt.

“I know!”

“When do you start?”

“Not for a few weeks.”

“Good,” Peter said.

You raised an eyebrow.

“I mean, I--I’m going to miss being able to hang out with you and stuff when you’re off doing space stuff.”

“Well, I won’t actually be in space at any point, so we should be good,” you smiled.

“Well, you’re definitely smart enough to go to space, so when you do eventually end up on a spaceship--” Peter held up a finger to cut off your objections before you could open your mouth. “--You could entertain your fellow astronauts with some tunes.” Peter mimed an air guitar.

“Shut up,” you laughed, swatting at his arm. “I think a theremin would be a better soundtrack for outer space anyway. Acoustic guitars have college-student-on-the-quad vibes.”

“Not when you play.”

“Okay Peter,” you rolled your eyes, flattered but embarrassed by his persistence. “I’ll show up on the first day of my internship with a guitar slung on my back and ask if they’d prefer the sounds of Brian May or John Mayer.”

“Perfect,” Peter said without a hint of sarcasm behind his smile. You blushed.

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After school that day, Peter came by your house as usual so you could work on homework together. You asked him once why he preferred to work at your place—not that you minded whatsoever, but you became curious after picking up on the pattern—and he said because your place was more “stimulating” than his. Stimulating! You had laughed so hard that his confusion had circled around until he worried he’d said something offensive.

“Stimulating? Really?” you had said after composing yourself.

“Well, yeah,” he’d replied. “You have all these cool instruments and your whole room looks like space.”

As you both entered it now, you bypassed the light switch and plugged in the strand of white Christmas lights that encircled the ceiling. Instantly the room was bathed in a soothing glow. You weren’t allowed to paint your walls black ("But it would look so much more like space, mom!”) so you’d ordered four giant tapestries with different galaxies on them and hung one on each wall. A sun-shaped lamp rested on your nightstand. It was one of those sunrise lamps that woke you up by gradually getting brighter in the morning to mimic the elusive wintertime sunrise. Your precious string instruments—an acoustic guitar (Gary) and electric bass (Lily)—stood opposite your bed. You couldn’t think of a better definition of a safe space.

And now school felt like worlds away. Minus the fact Peter was here with you to do homework.

Peter assumed his usual position in the bean bag chair furthest from the door. You collapsed into yours, closest to your instruments. A long ottoman served as a makeshift desk for you both to dump your school materials.

But today you both melted into the cushions without moving to open your backpacks, abandoned at your sides.

Peter--usually a ball of energy that would lead you to believe he was a puppy in a former life--closed his eyes and laid his head back. It had been an especially long week.

Without giving it a second thought, you leaned sideways and removed Gary from its stand. Humming a little, your fingers grazed the guitar strings until the notes strung into the beginning of one of your favorite songs.

After you finished you looked up and spotted Peter watching you. Of course you’d known he was there, but you’d half expected him to drift off before the first chorus. Your face burned.

His forehead creased. “Was that ‘Here Comes The Sun’?”

You lit up. “Yeah! You listen to The Beatles?”

Peter nodded, feeling confident. “John Legend is the best.”

You stifled a giggle. “Yep,” you said. You had an unreasonably strong urge to hug him.

You hesitated, not sure if you wanted to stop playing or continue.

“Can I hear another?” Peter said after a moment, making the decision for you.

“Sure,” you said, suddenly feeling shy. “What do you want to hear?”

“Anything.”

“Okay,” you steadied your breathing. Deciding to stick with the space theme, you strummed the beginning chords to Muse’s ‘Starlight’ and sang along quietly, losing yourself to your music and completely missing the infatuated grin that found its way onto Peter’s face as he got lost in thought:

Not only was he hanging out in the coolest bedroom he’d ever seen, he got to spend it with the coolest and smartest person he knew. He wanted to spend as many hours with you as he could, even though you would probably have a lot less free time once you started the internship. But until then, he would enjoy every moment he could. Like this one.

And who knows, maybe one day space travel would be a regular thing and then you could both hang out on the moon together for real and get away from it all. Peter could listen to you play guitar and sing random songs all day. He might even tell you how he really felt about you once he built up enough courage.

But Peter realized those possibilities were still worlds away. And right now, his world was sitting across from him, humming like a windchime that told him he was home.

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Signing My Love

Fandom: Avengers Pairing: Peter Parker x Male!Reader Summary: Peter will going beyond to show you his love for you Word Count: 1,913 Request: “hi there! would it be possible for you to write something with either sweet pea or peter parker where they're dating a boy who's hard of hearing/deaf (reader) and they're working really hard to learn sign language so they can communicate with the reader better, and then they surprise him one day? <3″

“Um, Clint?”

Clint turns his attention to see a nervous teenage boy standing at the end of the sofa, wrings his hands as he nervously shifts his balance between his feet. Clint smiles seeing Peter around the Avengers Compound.

He definitely thinks the teenager is too young to be in this madness but it wasn’t like it was his choice, the kid gets bitten by a spider, and the responsibility is thrust into his hands. The archer smiles and pats the empty seat next to him.

“What can I do for you, buddy?”

Peter, had bit his lip before making direct eye contact, “Do you know sign language?”

Clint was taken aback, sometimes the boy would come to him if he could babysit his kids or even challenge him on the game console, but this was entirely different. Clint looked at him with furrowed eyebrows and tilted head, what could this boy be up to?

“My boyfriend is deaf like you, and erm, whenever we’re in school or in large crowds which is like all the time since we live in New York, but erm, he can’t lipread that well but he can understand sign language, he’s too busy to teach me it so I figured you can teach me because you’re deaf too...?”

Clint’s heart could melt, damn Parker when he thought that this kid couldn’t get any more adorable and sweet, and then he does this. Clint turns to look at Peter with an easy smile.

“Yeah, you’re in luck kid, I can do sign language, learnt it a few years back, it wasn’t easy but Nat did it with me,” Clint had boasted, a proud smirk on his face, “Why not ask Nat too? She can teach you.”

“She scares me.”

“Doesn’t she?” Clint laughs, despite being Nat’s best friend, sometimes she was just terrifying, “Alright, I’ll teach you, when are you here? You know my schedule.”

Peter knows his schedule, Clint is around the compound when school is on as he can’t hang out with his kids or wife, leaves the compound around five to get back home to his family. Clint hangs around later on Fridays, pushing it to eight. However, weekends are strictly family time and only call Clint if there is an emergency and so far there hasn’t been. - Luckily for Clint.

Peter comes over Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday and the weekends. In which Fridays and over the weekend he sleeps over. Monday and Thursday are spent with Aunt May, but since she’s working more often in night shift - he feels less lonely at the compound. Tuesday and Wednesday are purely to hang around with the team, and luckily for the two of them that gives them at least eleven hours in total if they were to use the time left fully.

“But, if you want to learn quick, and let me remind you that sign language is hard, Nat will have to keep up with the lessons over the weekend,” Clint advised, giving Peter a pointed look as Peter sends him a small smile.

“What’s going on here?” Tony and Steve enter the room, noticing there was no loud music or competitive races going on about.

Clint beams at his friends and pats the spider on the knee, “Kid is gonna be learning sign language from me and Nat to impress his boyfriend,” He whistles as he looks at Peter before standing up to stretch, “We start next week, buckle up dude.”

“Never say buckle up ever,” Peter cringes, his nose scrunched up, “Dude.”

The archer happily walks out of the room to find his best friend to tell her the plan. Steve and Tony share a look before looking at Peter, who was left sitting on the sofa confused and alone.

“So, boyfriend?” Tony looked mischievous, “When will we meet said boyfriend?”

“Tony,” Steve warns, before giving Peter a smile, “I think you should invite him for dinner.”

“No, no, not yet,” Peter jumps up, shaking his head, “you guys are...”

“Wonderful?”

“Great?”

“Weird,” Peter spoke after Tony and Steve’s suggestion, “You guys can be a little full on and I haven’t even told (Y/n) that I’m Spider-Man.”

“So, that’s his name?” Tony teases, as Peter reddens, “Come on, Underroos, heart to heart at the lab, you can gush about your boyfriend and hope you won’t get murdered by either assassin in the forthcoming weeks of you learning sign language.”

Peter worked as hard as he could, and like Clint had said sign language is hard. He’s been through everything the two assassins have to offer. Clint was a patience guy, he’s dealt with his own kids who have tested his patience from their birth, so teaching Peter was easy enough.

Peter was eager to learn, but he got easily frustrated and would start to give up when stuff started to get mixed up. Clint was good with these interactions, he was a father after all.

“Alright, bud, your fingers are too stiff, relax a little or it’ll look awkward.”

Clint was good at motivating Peter. Natasha on the other hand, whilst loving her spider son, she could feel Peter’s frustration all too well. She was a good teacher, slightly stricter, but she got the point across. She would make sure that Peter would watch her fingers, even making him watch it time after time because finger placement was funny, hand placement, hell even facial expression was important and Natasha reminds him he looks like he is struggling 24/7.

Tuesdays when he comes from school the first thing they did after three weeks of learning was a surprise test to make sure he was practising in his spare time.

Peter was making progress, the team enjoyed watching the three of them sitting around, sometimes on the floor in the living room crossed legged as they would teach the teenager in sign language.

Two months into the learning, Peter has 17 hours per week of learning and lessons. In total, he’s had, give or take, 136 hours of learning. Five surprise tests and he wasn’t going to give up.

“I want to be fluent, not learn conventional phrases for him,” Peter emphasised, “I’m willing to put the time and effort.”

Nat chuckles as she scruffs up his hair, “Don’t worry Parker, we all know you would which is why we like you so much.”

“He’s lucky to have you,” Clint bumps his shoulders with Peter, “You’re a real catch.”

Peter shakes his head, “Nah, I don’t think so, I’m really lucky to have him.”

Peter had become fluent in some areas, there were parts he was still tripping over but he had two great teachers that were committed to this cause as he was. He kisses your cheek as he greets you at your locker.

You smile, tilt your head and gaze at upon your boyfriend, “What’s up babe?”

“Nothing much,” Peter sighs, leaning his back against the locker next to you as you grab your books from your locker, “What do you have first? Chemistry?”

You nodded, whilst your boyfriend sounded a little faded you could hear him when he was closer to you but the look on your face Peter turns to face you so you could read his lips if you were having troubles, “Yup, and you?”

“Physics,” Peter replied as you grinned at him, “Flash is being a dick again, I can say that.”

“Bummer, Parker, hey are you free tonight? I found this cool restaurant near the park and we should check it out.” You planned as you shut your locker, spinning the coded lock as you leaned against the metal compartment.

“Yeah, it’s Monday right?” Peter questions, he had to make sure he had time for you, “I’m free every Monday, so what’s this place?”

“Oh, you know it’s mostly desserts but-”

“You do love desserts, do they have-”

The bell had rung and suddenly everyone was getting louder and louder, drowning out Peter. You looked at him with a soft smile.

“I got to go,” You kiss him on the cheek.

You had seen Peter’s lips move, his voice is very distant and your brain wasn’t able to process what he was saying. Knitting your eyebrows together in confusion as you slightly tilt your head to the side. Peter looked nervous at first as he lifts his hands causing you to look even more confused. Before you had seen the familiar finger movements.

You’ve seen your parents, your siblings, your close family sign it out for you. It’s integrated into your mind and watching Peter do it made you feel so excited. Your heart was racing as you looked at him with shining eyes.

I love you.

You were almost jumping in your spot, despite the phrase being very simple you couldn’t help feel so blessed. You could tell that Peter was learning, you didn’t know who or where from but you weren’t complaining as Peter’s signing was pretty slick.

You started to get excited when he continues to sigh, it was slow but his movements were graceful.

I’ll see you during break, my love.

There was no shiner thing than your smile going to be impossible to remove from your face. You were excited to see him during break just to test his ability as you lifted your hands to sign back to him before placing one last kiss on him before moving quickly to your first lesson. Peter almost missed his first lesson, but he enters his class with his chest puffed out and pride in his heart.

Flash couldn’t even dampen his mood. He has a little memory to keep and store, and to repeat in his head. Something he’ll have to savour for forever. Your hands lifting up on view signing four words.

I love you too.

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sergeanttucker · 5 years

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Stony Sandwich

Summary: Steve and Tony had not been there for several weeks due to a mission, leaving (Y/N) behind to deal with her needs alone.

Warning: masturbation, getting caught, fingering, oral (f receiving), some dirty talk, overstimulation

Word count: 2711

Request @ranchisaslut : Maybe they come home stressed out from mission and it’s all rough and angry 🤷🏻‍♀️ just go for it and do whatever you like with it !

AN - Well… I got stuck a little. I will probably write a second part one day. I hope you enjoy it anyway.

AN2 - I will kiss the floor you walk on if you leave a comment, or send me an ask and tell me if you liked it or not.

Three weeks. Steve and Tony had been on a mission for three weeks, and they would be gone for at least another two days. It was hell. (Y/N) was accustomed to being surrounded by their warm bodies as she slept, and the scent of the two enveloped her senses, but since they were gone, she could hardly sleep.

And that was not even the worst part of their absence. The worst thing was that her last orgasm was also three weeks ago. Before leaving, Steve and Tony gave her just one rule, “Don’t touch yourself.” And (Y/N) followed. Well, until now.

For days she was plagued by her lust, and no matter how many times she reminded herself that it was forbidden to do anything about it, it got worse. Like an itch that had to be scratched. And that was exactly why she finally broke the rule and now lay on the bed wearing only a pair of panties. Excitement shot through her as her hands wandered over her body, it was the first time that (Y/N) broke any of their rules.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath; her mind wandering to the morning Steve and Tony had left. Soft touches, loving kisses on every inch of (Y/N)’s skin that they could reach as they slowly thrusted into her, mumbled announcements of their love for her.

(Y/N) squeezed her breast with one hand while the other slid down her body to the waistband of her panties. A sigh left her lips as she pushed her hand into the fabric to trace her slit with her fingertips. She bit her lip to hold back a soft moan as she pressed her finger against her clit. Under different circumstances, (Y/N) would have teased herself a little before going down to business, but she was way too desperate for a release. She circled her clit a few times before pushing first one, then two fingers into her entrance.

This time, she couldn’t hold back a moan and she didn’t care to try harder to suppress them as she fucked herself with her fingers, all the while imaging it was Steve or Tony instead. “Fuck…” Breathless curses fell from her lips as she quickened the movements, her palm rubbing against her clit. This wasn’t about the build-up; it was about the result. The release that she so desperately needed.

She pinched her nipple; her back arched upwards as she came closer and closer to the edge. “Fuck… please…” Even though she was alone, (Y/N) begged her boyfriends to let her cum. She was almost there, just a little more and her need would finally be quenched. Hopefully.

Her chest heaved with every breath she took, thighs twitching and toes curling as moans and whispers of their names fell freely from her lips. She doubled her efforts, fucking herself faster, as the other hand harshly kneaded her breast. It felt good, but she wasn’t able to hit her special spot the way her boys did. Gosh, she missed them. Just as warmth spread through her and the knot in her belly tightened… “Would you look at this.”

A startled yelp left her at the sound of another voice in the room. She hastily pulled her hand out of her panties and scrambled up the bed, leaning against the headboard as she pulled her knees up to her chest to cover herself. It took her lust ridden brain a few seconds to recognize the man standing in front of the bed. But once she did, she immediately jumped up and ran across the mattress “STEVE!” A happy squeal left her as she jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around him. “I missed you so much.” She buried her face into the crook of his neck, smelling his familiar scent before she pressed a kiss to his lips.

Steve chuckled into the kiss, hands holding tightly onto her thighs. “Oh, I saw that. Couldn’t keep your hands to yourself, could you?” He lightly slapped her ass before he let her fall onto the bed, a disapproving frown on his face.

“I’m sorry. I just missed you so much.” She pouted as she sat up on her knees, looking up at Steve who scratched his jaw in thought.

“Mhm… But we did tell you to not touch yourself until we got home, didn’t we?” (Y/N)’s eyes fell to the ground as she mutely nodded her head.

“What was that? I didn’t hear you, Princess.” Steve wound her hair around his hand, tugging backwards so she had to look at him.

The sting on her scalp caused more wetness to pool between her thighs. (Y/N) wished he wouldn’t look so damn hot in his stealth suit, maybe she could muster a proper answer then. Her eyes wandered greedily over his body, the fabric of the suit hugged his body perfectly, the wide plain of his chest and shoulders even more prominent than usual. Another tug on her hair forced a hiss out of her mouth and ripped her out of her lustful thoughts and she suddenly remembered that Steve still wanted an answer. “Yes, captain.”

“And you still decided to disobey us…” Steve made a disappointed sound with his tongue as he shook his head. He let go of her hair and leaned down to be eye-level. “Disobedience ends in punishment, you know that.” (Y/N) whimpered pathetically as he leaned in closer, his breath hit her lips as he whispered to her. Punishment? (Y/N) was equally aroused as she was scared; after the last punishment, she couldn’t sit comfortably for at least three days.

Their noses were touching as Steve leaned in even closer and (Y/N)’s eyes flickered between his, occasionally dropping to his soft lips. She wanted to close the gap between them but she was stopped as Steve grabbed her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Lay back onto the pillows.”

Gulping heavily, she started to crawl backwards, eyes never leaving Steve’s as he crawled after her and once her head hit the pillow, Steve was right on top of her. He leaned over the side of the bed and pulled a little box from under the bed. (Y/N) bit her lip and squeezed her thighs together as she watched him rummage in it for a few seconds. The little box awakened memories from all the nights the guys used its content to make her cum over and over again.

Steve pulled a simple black scarf from the box and leaned back over her. “Hands above your head, princess.” An excited grin threatened to form on her lips and she bit her lip to prevent it as she obeyed his command and clasp her hands together above her head. The blond soldier wrapped the scarf around her wrists and tied her bound hands to the headrest. Of course, he made sure that the knot was not too tight, after all he did not want to hurt her. He let his eyes wander briefly over her face to make sure everything was all right and when he could see no sign of discomfort, he lay down next to her on his side and supported his head with his hand.

His other hand lazily stroked her naked torso with feather light touches. He traced the swell of her breasts with his fingertips before he slid them down to the waistband of her soaked panties.

Her breathing got ragged as he grazed her skin, hips bucking upward as his fingertips dipped into her panties. Steve’s face lay nestled in the crook of her neck as he left sloppy kisses to the sensitive skin. A little groan rumbled against her neck when Steve pushed his hand further into her underwear. Automatically, her legs spread to grant him more access to her dripping heat, and as his finger traced her slit, (Y/N)’s hips bucked upward.

Steve growled and bit into her neck as a warning, causing her to whimper not only from the sting but at the deep timbre of his voice too. “Keep your hips down.”

“Y-yes, captain.” (Y/N) was already breathless, and he had barely touched her! She tried her hardest to not press herself against him as he began to lightly circle her clit with his fingertip, his touch was so light, she could have imagined it.

A moan slipped past her lips when one of Steve’s fingers dipped into her entrance, collecting more of her juices before he resumed to circling her clit. “Please… please, I want to cum.” Normally, she wouldn’t beg this fast, but the interrupted orgasm from earlier and the abstinence from the past weeks, had her on edge way before it was usual for her.

Steve pressed his grinning face against her cheek after he pressed a kiss to it. “As you wish.” Her face scrunched in confusion. Neither he nor Tony had ever given in this easily, without a doubt he had something in mind for her, but (Y/N) could no longer follow her train of thought as a loud moan tore out of her throat.

Two of Steve’s fingers had dropped down to her entrance, and he pressed both of them inside of her, immediately setting a relentless pace. “F-fuuuuck….!” (Y/N) tugged at the scarf that bound her wrists together, she tried to get her hands free but Steve had secured them too good for her to get free.

Her legs closed around his hand as he crocked his fingers against her g-spot. She constantly moaned a mix of profanities and his name as he pushed her closer and closer. Gosh, it was heavenly to finally feel a part of him inside of her after such a long time, even if it wasn’t exactly the part of him she wanted.

The palm of Steve’s hand pressed against her clit and she couldn’t help it anymore, her hips bucked up against his hand. Steve breathed heavily against her cheek as he fucked even faster into her, his noticeable erection digging into her hip. “Come on, princess. Cum for me.”

And she did. Eyes screwed shut as she gushed all over his hand, moaning his name to all heavens. Her nails bore into her palm as she clenched her hands to fists. Her whole body was shaking from how powerful her release was.

She sank back into the sheets, expecting Steve to pull his hand away as she opened her legs again, but Steve had something different in mind. He pulled his completely soaked fingers out of her pussy and pressed them against her clit. (Y/N) tried to wiggle away, but her still bound wrists didn’t allow her much movements.

Steve circled her overstimulated clit, pinching it every now and then as he pressed a wet kiss to her neck. “F-fuck, Steve…. what are y-you doin…” Her hips moved against his hand on their own, she wasn’t even sure if she wanted him to stop or to continue.

“Giving you what you want, of course. You were so desperate to cum that you broke our rule, but that won’t happen again.” (Y/N) could hardly understand him; all her attention was drawn to the figures he rubbed against her sensitive nub. And how the hell could he sound so composed while she was a wreck?

“Cum, princess. I know you want to.” He was right. (Y/N) wanted to cum again, the first orgasm was wonderful but there was still this unfulfilled feeling in the pit of her stomach. After another pinch to her clit she was sent over the edge again. “FUUUCK….!” (Y/N) could barely breathe, her vision went blurry and her legs clenched so tight around Steve’s hand, she briefly worried she would break it.

Even after he drew a second orgasm from her, Steve didn’t let up and continued to lightly circle her clit. (Y/N)’s hips bucked in protest as a sob fell from her lips. “Steve, please… I ca…”

She was interrupted as another voice filled the room. She lifted her head to see Tony standing in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest and an anything but happy look on his face. “I see you started without me.”

(Y/N)’s head dropped back onto the pillow, back arching as her mouth opened in a quiet moan. Steve once again pushed two fingers into her, rubbing against her g-spot with perfect precision. “Actually, our bad girl started without both of us. She had her fingers buried in her little pussy as I entered the room.”

Tony quirked an eyebrow at her and took a few short steps towards the edge of the bed. “Is that so?” He stroked over his beard as he watched her slightly sweaty chest heave with every breath she took. “Well…” Tony pulled his shirt over his head, letting it drop to the floor before he crawled up the bed and came to a stop between her spread legs. He stroked one finger over her trembling legs, making her whimper as he touched the apex of her thigh. “…maybe we haven’t taken good enough care of her before we left.”

(Y/N) let out a shuddering breath as Steve pulled his hand out of her panties. He nodded thoughtfully at Tony’s words before he sucked his glistening fingers into his mouth, groaning at the taste. “I think we should apologize that we didn’t satisfy her enough to wait for us to come home.”

“Mhm…” Tony ripped her panties from her body and licked his grinning lips as he spread her legs further. “That’s only fair.”

A sweat broke out over her skin as they talked about her as if she weren’t there and even though she had calmed down a little, she got tense as Tony lay down between her legs, resting his cheek against her thigh.

Now eye-level with her glistening heat, Tony groaned a little as her smell enveloped his senses. “You’re so wet, babygirl.” (Y/N) whimpered as his face came closer, a gasp left her as he pressed a kiss right above her slit, slowly inching downwards. (Y/N)’s thighs were still twitching from the previous rounds and even the lightest touch against her sensitive pussy drew pathetic sobs from her.

“So sensitive already? Seems like you did a good job, old-man.” Steve, who had his face nestled in the crook of her neck, turned his face to the billionaire with an annoyed frown. “How about you shut up and put your mouth to better use.”

(Y/N) felt the strong urge to roll her eyes at their bickering and she almost did but after Tony muttered a “Gladly,” and buried his face between her legs, this urge disappeared as a loud moan left her lips.

Tony dove right in; licking up her wetness, bumping her clit with the tip of his tongue before he pressed his tongue into her entrance. His beard scratched at her thighs, adding a sting to the pleasure he was giving her. All the while Steve’s hand wandered over her torso, kneading her breasts and pinching her nipples as he sucked marks into her neck and jaw.

Endless breathy sobs spilled from (Y/N)’s lips as they played with her body to the point, she thought she would pass out from overstimulation. The next orgasm wasn’t far away, and as soon as Tony sunk two of his fingers into her, it crashed into her.

Only a broken moan made its way out of her mouth as she threw her head back and clenched her legs tightly around the Billionaire’s head.

Tony groaned as her walls clenched around his fingers and quickly replaced them with his tongue, slurping as much of her release as he could. He gave a few more kitten-licks to her clit before he crawled up from between her legs, pressing kisses to different parts of her body as he went, all the while Steve whispered praise into her ear.

Tony had a smug smirk on his face when he reached her face and looked down at her wrecked appearance. “Don’t give up on us now, babygirl. We’re not finished yet.”

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thecleverdame · 5 years

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Control and Release - 24

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TEDTalk!Sam x Reader

Summary: After the rest of the staff is caught in a snowstorm, you find yourself acting as a personal assistant to the notorious Sam Winchester. As the arrangement becomes more defined, you and Sam begin a sexual adventure with dangerous consequences.

Warnings: Dom/Sub, humiliation, embarrassment, sexual objectification, mutual masturbation, spanking, cum play, fingering, anal play, orgasm control, nipple clamps, dub-con, breath play.

Beta: @ilikaicalie

Words: 3.7k

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Sam’s zipping around his house like he’s on fire. On any given weekday he doesn’t come home until after eight or nine and works well into the evening. This afternoon however he arrived home just after you and has been wrapping up his day in a frenzy.

“Damn it,” he snips, shaking his head at a handwritten note. “I can’t read Linda’s handwriting. It’s chicken scratch. I have to get rid of her. I need Pepper back.”

“I thought her name was Lauren,” you say.

“Laurel, Lana, I really don’t fucking care.”

“Let me see it.” You pluck the paper from his hand.

While her handwriting is not the prettiest, it’s still discernible. “Paul Handcock, Steven Turney...no Tunney, and Lady Toni Bevell? Fancy.”

“She’s English,” he snorts. “One of my least favorite people.”

“Who is this a list of?”

“Three execs from the UK I’m bringing over to work on a project. I’ve had an interest in opening an office in London for years now. Legal consultation for international cases.”

“Wow,” you lean back, watching him tap a message into his phone. “There’s a lot going on behind the scenes.”

“Always,” he sends off a message and takes a breath before going to his laptop. “If everything goes to plan, we’ll be spending some time in London next quarter.”

“We?” you raise an eyebrow.

“Of course,” he types furiously, eyes fixed on the screen. “Unless you don’t want to come with me.”

“No, I mean, I want to. I wasn’t sure you meant you and me.”

“You, me and some of the executive team. It’ll be a lot of work but I can find time to enjoy the city with you.”

Your heart does this school girl flutter at the idea of him automatically including you in his plans.

“I’d love that.” You glance up to check but he’s not paying attention. “Cole said something interesting today...”

“Oh?”

“He, ah, he said that he’s noticed the way you look at me.”

Sam pauses, a quiet lull and then he looks at you. “Did he?”

“He said he thinks you’re interested in me and that I shouldn’t be alone with you because you might try something. Might get a little handsy.” Wiggling your fingers you watch for his reaction.

His nostrils flare, eyes narrowing at this new information.

“He’s projecting,” Sam quips, stepping closer. “He watches you, studies you the same way I did. It’s not a bad plan, to set himself up as the ‘good guy’.”

“I don’t think he’s like that.”

“You’re not a man and you don’t have an accurate perception of how attractive you are. Trust me, he’s like that. We all are. It took me all of five minutes to see he was interested in you.”

“You never said anything.”

“Because I’m not threatened. Unlike Cole’s fictional version of me, I don’t think he’ll lock you in a room and try to feel you up. But he’ll make his play. Give it time.”

“I think you’re both overreacting.”

“Cole will prove me right eventually,” he grins, tilting his head to the side, looking over your face. “Should I be concerned?”

“No, Mr. Winchester,” you smirk. “But I like that you asked.”

He smiles a controlled little smile and goes back to typing.

“Do you want to order something for dinner? I’m starving.” You’ve been craving a pizza but you doubt you’ll be able to talk Sam into a choice so blatantly unhealthy.

“We’re going out tonight,” he explains.

“Where?” you ask.

“It’s an Italian place, you’ll love it. Carbs as far as the eye can see.”

“Yessss,” you hiss with a laugh and he pulls you into his arms. “Nothing makes me happier than breadsticks.”

“Easy to please,” he kisses you softly, his eyes fluttering shut, then open.

“We’re going out on a weeknight? This must be a special occasion.”

“Do you know what day it is?” he asks.

“What?” you look at him, hesitant smile wilting. What have you forgotten?

“One year ago today you came into my hotel room,” he murmurs. “You were wide-eyed and unsure, but so excited at the same time. I remember exactly what you looked like, sounded like. The way you touched yourself for me.”

How could you possibly forget? It’s been a year and look how far you’ve come.

“I’d never done anything like that before,” you admit, a shy smile creeping across your face.

“I hope not,” he nips at your mouth, his lips ghost at the corner of your lips before trailing down to find the curve of your jaw before landing at the shell of your ear and whispering. “We’re going to try a few new things tonight.”

“I’m ready,” you whimper as he sucks at the skin under your ear, sending tiny whizzes of pleasure shooting up and down your spine. Your toes curl in your shoes and you lean into him grasping at his shirt.

“Glad to hear it,” he murmurs, looking you over in approval. He steps back, leaving you breathless with heavy eyes. “Get dressed.”

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“I’ve been looking forward to this part all night,” you confess, standing in his bedroom.

“I hope it doesn’t disappoint.”

“I’m not sure that’s even possible,” you say, watching his face awash with amusement and lust. Perhaps a layer of restrained affection underneath it all.

“Take off your clothes and get on the bed,” Sam instructs.

You comply without even thinking, stripping your dress off, then your bra and finally the heels that you’re all too happy to get rid of. You crawl on hands and knees to the middle of the bed, wiggling your ass and looking back. Sam walks towards you in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs, a white t-shirt and his tie from earlier in the day. His erection is already straining at the material, and you get a little thrill out of the fact that he wants you this badly.

“How would you like me, Mr. Winchester?”

“On your back,” he barks, leaning forward to swat you on the ass before you can roll away. With a yelp you lay down on your back, stretching out long as he joins you. Slinging one leg over your belly he straddles your stomach, careful of his weight. “Hands above your head.”

You reached upward, watching his face as he binds your wrists together with his tie and then loops it through an open slat in the headboard. He’s most comfortable like this, in charge in a sexual situation. He’s also the most handsome just like this, controlled but relaxed, in his element. You wonder what he has in store for you.

“You’re beautiful tonight,” he comments, dropping down your body, stopping along the journey to suck a nipple into his mouth.

“Just tonight?” You’re not really serious, poking fun and getting lost in the feeling of his mouth sucking hard.

“Always,” he looks up, dragging his teeth down the skin between your breasts. “But especially tonight.” He snakes lower, kisses his way over your ribs, then belly. “I like taking you out, having other people look at us and knowing you’re mine.”

“I like that too.” You watch as he carefully parts your thighs, his palms pushing your legs wide and you finally realize what’s about to happen.

He pauses to look up at you, grinning like a cougar about to eat a fat little rabbit and then swoops down, burying his face between your legs.

“Sam,” you gasp, hips jerking forward. The tip of his nose bumps your clit as his tongue sinks into your folds, searching deeper until he’s shoved as far into your pussy as he can get. Your mind slows down, thick and cloudy as he fucks you with his mouth.

Strong fingers curl into the clammy flesh under each knee as he pulls you up for him, holding your trembling thighs so wide that your muscles burn.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he mumbles against your cunt, taking a breath before diving back in. Two fingers slide in deep, thrusting slowly in and out. His mouth finds your clit, the tip of his tongue pressing over the aching bud, once, twice and then sucking it into his mouth like he’s been starving for you.

He’s never gone down on you before. To be honest, you thought this was something he didn’t do. While he’s spent countless hours with his fingers between your thighs he’s never had his mouth on your pussy until now.

“Tastes so fucking good,” he grunts right up against your sex.

“Fuck,” you groan, arms tugging at the restraints.

You can feel him chuckle as his tongue flicks out against your clit. He goes gently at first, teasing strokes and lazy circles until you’re vibrating out of your skin, until you’re ready to kill him if he doesn’t give you more, so he does. Gentle flicks of his tongue over your clit, sliding lower to push inside you with the slow thrust of his tongue that makes you wiggle and squeal until your hips buck up off the bed. You cum so hard you gush all over his chin. He doesn’t stop, he keeps working your pussy until your quivering and begging him to stop.

When you finally can’t take anymore, he rises and tugs at the tie around your wrists, freeing your arms. Then he rests back on his heels before pulling his shirt up over his head, tossing it to the floor. RHe starts to push down his underwear, and then just stops, looking down at you in appreciation.

“You’re mine,” he breathes, then nods in summation.

“Yes, I am yours.” You reach out for him. He grins, dodging your arms and dropping down to place a kiss on the inside of each thigh. Then placing a kiss on your clit, enjoying the way you roll up to meet his mouth.

Finally, he slides his body up, over yours, skin sticky with sweat.

He kisses you, tongue sliding past your lips and you can taste herself on him, and you dig your nails into his shoulders.

“Take your clothes off,” you whisper, catching his ear lobe between your teeth.

He grunts and rolls his hips against your core. You can feel how hard his cock is as he grinds against your clit.

You watch the beauty of him stripping down. He’s beautiful and powerful and under different circumstances, you’d take the proper time to appreciate every inch of him.

He lays back down on top of you,, belly to belly. So close you can feel his heartbeat, the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes. You’re shaking, trembling underneath the weight of him. You feel his cock pressing against where you’re wet and needing, that perfect tease.

He slides inside so slow. You’re so full, so tight, nothing’s ever felt like this. You hold onto him, crying out in pleasure, straddling the line of too much. He dips down to swallow your cry, pushing further inside, sinking deeper until you can feel him rest against your body.

“Hey,” he whispers, and your eyes flutter open. Jesus, he’s so beautiful. He’s not sure what this reaction is. Neither are you. This feels like connection, like more than anything that came before. You’re shaking like a virgin getting fucked for the first time. “You alright?”

“God, yes,” you moan and cant your hips against him. “Please, Sam. Fuck me.” You push up with your body, wanting more, needing him to move.

He doesn’t. He just lays there, pressed inside, staring at you like you’re a work of art.

He pulls back, and you feel the stretch of his cock as it draws out of you, almost to the tip. You whimpers, biting your lips as you writhe up into him, trying to find his hips with yours. Then he thrusts into you, filling the empty space inside your pussy and you’re moving to meet him, head thrown back and soft cries pouring from an open mouth.

You rock together, one hand holding yours above your head, fingers laced together. The other cupping a breast as he pants against your throat. You grip his ass cheek in your hand, rolling up to meet until the two of you are nothing more than body bodies sliding against each other. He kissed you sweet and slow, and you open your mouth to let him in.

“Can I cum?” you wheeze, the words fractured.

“Yes,” he whispers, grabbing you by the shoulders to hold you still, thrusting harder, his eyes locked on yours.

“Fuck,” you mutter hoarsely, and then cum so hard your teeth snap together and it’s all you can do to stay earthbound.

“So fucking hot, tight, Jesus Christ I can feel you,” Sam grates out, pressing his face into your shoulder. His whole body goes tense and then he cums, filling you with everything he has.

He goes soft, resting his forehead on the pillow next to your head. You turn into him, cheek brushing against his hair, humming with pleasure. You flex your hands, still holding tight to his, and he lifts his head to look at you, grinning down at you with an exhausted but pleased look.

“Not our usual sex but…” he trails off. He looks proud and he should be after that.

“It was amazing,” you smile up at him. “You always know what I need, even when I don’t.”

He studies you for a moment, eyes twinkling before leaning in to kiss you.

“What were you like?” you ask, settling into his side. “When you were a kid I mean. What did little Sam want to grow up to be?”

First comes Sam’s trademark pause and then a simple confession that tells you so much more.

“I just wanted to be normal. As a kid, I was starving for it. I wanted to have a house and a mom, I wanted my dad to sit down with Dean and I every night and eat dinner. Chasing monsters was the last thing on my mind, what I craved was to fade into the background. To fit in. And now look at me. If ten year old Sam could see me now he’d be appalled.”

“Why?” you murmur, the pads of your fingers rubbing a gentle path through his chest hair. “You’re successful, you don’t think he’d be proud?”

“Yeah, but that wasn’t the plan. My dad lost himself in work and I swore up and down I’d never be like that. I wanted a family, a dog, a nine-to-five job. I’ve gone so far in the other direction I couldn’t be further from normal.”

“Is there any part of your family that you miss?”

“I don’t know,” he replies immediately, shifting his hips.

“There’s nothing good from all those years?”

“Dean, I suppose.” His hand trails over the back of your elbow and up your arm. “We butted heads from the time I could talk but he took care of me. He did the best he could. Dad would leave and Dean was in charge. When my dad first started leaving us on our own it was only for a night or two. But as I got older he’d leave for a week, sometimes two. Dean fed me, got me to school, stole the best comic books so I’d have something to keep me busy.”

“That’s a lot...for both of you.”

Your heart sinks into your gut as you picture these two little kids alone in some skeezy motel. It’s a wonder Sam got from there to here.

“I felt guilty for a long time after I left. For years I wondered if I’d done the right thing. I kept Dean grounded, or tried to anyway. But when Jess died I…”

He trails off.

“I’d like to know about her,” you add. Tilting your head up you burrow into his neck and use the arm over his chest to pull yourself closer to his body heat. “Only if you want to tell me.”

“I don’t talk about her.” He clears his throat.

“Okay.”

The two of you lay there listening to the distant ticking of the wall clock in the hallway. His house is unnaturally quiet, a modern capsule, sealed off from the rest of the world.

The minutes tick by as you lay there, both of you wide awake but neither willing to break the bubble. You’re about to suggest a shower when he speaks again.

“She baked all the time,” he says. “She was good at it. Cookies, pastries, cakes. I gained ten pounds during our first year together.”

You don’t respond, just wait as his fingers curl into your hair.

“She was the first person in my life to ever encourage me to do the things I wanted. Every time I suggested something she’d tell me to go for it. My whole life my dad told me I needed to be like him, there was no other choice. But she encouraged me to be anything I wanted.”

Again, you’re silent. Afraid of intruding on this fragile moment of reflection.

“She loved me and I lied to her. I made up stories about my family. I told her my dad was dead. My brother was a drunk. Anything to avoid talking about them. I rewarded her affection with made-up stories because I didn’t want to own up to where I came from. Looking back it was stupid, she wouldn’t have cared. We could have truly known each other and I took that opportunity away from us.” He sighs. “I won’t make the same mistake with you. I can’t talk about it all, not with you, not with anyone. But I won’t ever lie to you.”

“Me either,” you confirm. “We all need things that are ours alone. Secrets, moments, even people sometimes. I don’t begrudge you that.”

“You always surprise me,” he says, deadpan and devoid of emotion. “You deserve a better man than me. Someone who’s not broken, gutted from the inside. You deserve to be loved.”

You think about those words, you deserve to be loved. As if he’ll never be able to deliver.

“You don’t think you’ll ever be able to love me?” you ask.

He grunts, clearly uncomfortable but his arms only tighten around you.

“I hope I can. You make me feel a lot of emotions, strong emotions...my first instinct is to purge them. Ignore them before they grow stronger. I have a lot to work on.”

“I could love you,” you respond, but the untruth of the statement doesn’t settle right. You’ve felt it for weeks now. Refusing to give in to fear you say what you feel. “I do love you.”

You hold your breath. Will he run? Kick you out? The truth is that you love him but you still don’t trust him, not completely.

“I’m not sure how you could love a person like me. I’m a shell, half-empty inside,” he responds calmly.

“I don’t think that’s true. You shut off access to certain parts of yourself, but they still exist. Empathy, compassion, love... I've seen little glimpses of all of them.”

He snorts.

“What?” you ask.

“A little voice in the back of my head keeps whispering there’s a good chance that you like the way I make your body feel and that’s all this will ever be.”

It’s easy to forget that Sam doubts himself. But he’s just human after all and he needs assurances just like everyone else.

“I do like the way you make me feel. The way you touch me. But I also like the way you look at me, listen to me, really listen. You care what I think. I like how you think I’m capable of more professionally, you don’t let me fade into the background, you challenge me. I like laying here with you in the dark. I like listening to you. The sex is amazing, but it’s sex. There’s so much more to being together.”

There’s a flickering burst of light from outside and the low boom of a storm approaching. Sam doesn’t respond, he just holds you close, fingers trailing over skin as words and confessions sink in. It’s impossible to know what the future holds. But right now you have each other and neither of you are taking that for granted.

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queenmendes · 5 years

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new life chapter || pt. 4 ||

Summary: Y/N is a young actress; already one of the most known in the industry, She started out on Marvel, playing Feuer (Foi yer) Stark, the adopted daughter of Tony Stark; now with that coming to an end, she is ready to start a new chapter in her life. Who knew it would all begin with a livestream?

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A/N: Alright, I wrote this really quick and I’m shockingly happy with it because it’s fluffy, soft Shawn! Let me know what you think! xxx

Currently, you were in bed at your place in Toronto, just arriving back home three days ago; getting time to finally see your family and friends and relax from work. It’s been a week since the Met Gala, and it’s been a week since the many kisses shared between you and Shawn. The memory replaying constantly in your mind. He was constantly on your mind and it made you realize how deep you’ve fallen since meeting the rockstar. Shawn seemed to be feeling the exact same way because ever since that night, he sends you a good morning text. Throughout the day, you two are constantly texting and snapping. Night routine consisting of FaceTime sessions are now a regular thing.

Curly-Haired God: Good morning angel!

Curly-Haired God: Do you have anything planned for today?

Instantly a smile formed on your face as you read the message.

Fireball: Morning rockstar! I’m free all day.

Curly-Haired God: I really want to show you something, if you don’t mind?

Curly-Haired God: Completely understand if you want to stay home and chill though

Deciding on waiting for a few minutes to reply, not wanting to seem completely desperate because let’s face it, you were at this point for Shawn. Only about 30 seconds had passed. Fuck it.

Fireball: Nooooo, I don’t mind at all! Anything specific I should dress for? You reply. He replied almost instantly, making your heart flutter.

Curly-Haired God: Actually, it won’t take long at all. You can wear leggings ;)

Now you know he is trying to meddle his way to your heart; you wear leggings any chance you get, and he remembered that detail from when you told him in London. Quickly, you send him your address before rushing to the bathroom to freshen up, at least. Still got to make an impression, even in sweats. After fixing the birds nest you call hair, you added a light coat of mascara to your lashes and a little bit of gloss to your lips, making you look more alive. Quickly dressing into next leggings and a hoodie.

A knock sounded throughout the living room as you were gathering your phone, keys, and wallet. You rushed to the door, pausing for a brief moment and opened it. Shawn stood there, in his Harvard hoodie and black sweatpants. His curls fluffy and messy. God, he looks so soft and cuddly.

“Hi.” You softly spoke, smiling up at him. Shawn gave you a stunning smile back, stepping closers to pull you in for a hug.

“Hey.” He whispered, pulling you as close as possible. His nose nuzzled into your hair, and it took everything in him not to sniff it like a creeper. Shawn pulled away from you, his scanning over you. You watched his eyes light up at the hoodie you were wearing. The navy-blue color looked good on you, the big, white words: YOUTH making it better. “Rockin’ my merch, eh?” The blush that formed on your cheeks made his heart flutter. God, she is so cute.

“So, where are we going?” You asked, slipping on your shoes. Shawn just shook his head.

“It’s kind of a surprise.” Shawn confessed. He grabs your hand and leads you out the door. As you get on the elevator, he wraps his arms around your shoulders from behind; pulling your back to his chest. “How’s your family?” He asked, his chin resting on top of your head.

“They’re good. My sister-in-law just announced that she is pregnant.” You gushed excitedly as the doors open. Shawn smiles matched yours.

“That’s awesome. Babies are the cutest thing.” Shawn began rambling as he led you out the building and to his jeep. You break apart as you walk over to the passenger side. “Woah, woah, what do you think you are doing.” Shawn stops, looking at you like you have three heads.

“Uh, getting in the car?” You asked confused. Shawn just shook his head in disbelief; he gently moved you back.

“A pretty girl like you doesn’t open her own doors. I won’t allow it.” Shawn continues to shake his head, curls flying, as he opens the door for you. Shawn helps you into the car but before he can close the doors, you lean out to kiss his cheek. The blush on his cheeks giving you some pride. He smiles big as he rushes over to the driver’s side, getting himself situated.

The drive to the mystery location was quiet. A nice, comfortable quiet with the radio playing low. Shawn kept stealing glances at you, thinking he was being discrete; you saw each look from the corner of your eye but kept looking at the city that was passing by.

It didn’t take long before you were pulling into a parking lot. The building was two-stories and had no writing on the outside to tell you where you were. It looks almost like an office building. You look over at Shawn with a confused expression, but he just smiled. Shawn rushes to the passenger side and opens the door. You smile as you grab his outstretched hand, letting him lead you into the building.

“Where are we?” You asked as he opens the doors to the building. Shawn smiles.

“You asked, in New York, if I was working on anything new music.” Shawn starts, as you look at your surroundings. You look around in realization.

“Is this your recording studio?” You looked back at him. Shawn grins at you, confirming your question.

“I thought you’d like a sneak peek.” He said, before leading you down the hall, into a recording room. There was a giant, tech board that you didn’t even know what to call. A recording booth, and a giant couch against the wall. There were lights strung up and multiple tapestries as well. Any instrument you could think of was there.

“Really?” You asked excitedly. Shawn nodded, leading you over to the chair in front of the booth.

“Press this button when I say so.” Shawn guided your hand to the button. He stood there for a moment, looking at the adorable look of curiosity on your face. You watched as he went into the sound booth, placing the headphone on his ears. He jumps up and down, shaking his shoulder dramatically. You laugh but press the button once he gives you a thumbs up. The upbeat music playing as Shawn’s voice joins it.

I can't write one song that's not about you

Can't drink without thinkin' about you

Is it too late to tell you that?

Everything means nothing if I can't have you

You watch in awe at how carefree he is. His sings perfectly and effortlessly; completely content. Shawn looks at you as he belts out the lyrics; watching the emotions in your eyes. The way he was looking at you made you feel hopeful; that this song was written for you.

Everything means nothing if I can’t have you

“Well, what did you think?” Shawn smiled at you as he walked out of the booth. Despite his calm cover, he was nervous as hell. It didn’t take much to see that he was totally into you and he hopes you felt the same. The silence was killing him as he waited for an answer.

“That was amazing.” You softly said, turning the chair to face him. You stood up and walked over to stand in front of him. “Was… was that written about me?” You quietly asked, praying you weren’t overthinking the song. Shawn didn’t answer, which immediately sent you into a silent panic.

Seeing the panic in your eyes, Shawn placed his hands on your neck; thumbs gently rubbing your jaw. This stopped the mid-panic you were feeling. Shawn’s hazel eyes met Y/E/C.

“Hey.” Shawn softly whispered to get you out of your thoughts. “Every word of that song was written about you. Since that night I met you backstage, you haven’t left my mind. ” He confessed; you swear your heart was going to burst. Your eyes went between his own and his lips. Shawn saw your hesitation, and leaned down, gently placing his lips against yours. As your lips move together, one of his hands goes down to your hip, pulling you against. One of your hands goes to the base of his neck, gently tugging at the curls; your other hand is caressing the wrist that is cupping your face.

You pulled away, needing to breath. Shawn rested his forehead against yours, looking at you. You looked so beautiful. Your lips were swollen, and face was flushed but the that and light in your eyes made you glow. Shawn couldn’t help myself; he began peppering kisses all along you face, leaving no part untouched.

“You are so beautiful.” Shawn whispered as you lightly laughed from his kiss attack. You leaned up and give him a short, sweet kiss. Shawn responded immediately but whined as you pulled away too quick for his liking.

“No. More.” He pouted, puckering his lips. You laugh at his cuteness, giving him a quick peck before pulling away.

“Can I hear it again?”

“Only if you go on a date with me tomorrow night.” Shawn bargained. You smile.

“Deal.”

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