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lazydoodlesandfanfic · 10 months

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Helping Hide The Truth (Peter Parker X Trans!Male!Rogers!Reader)

Characters: Peter Parker X Trans!Male!Rogers!Reader,

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Mentions of Transphobia, fear of coming out, body dysphoria

Universe: Could you do maybe a trans male reader who is dating Peter but isnt out to his dad yet I was thinking Steve Rogers Or Bucky I love your writing and I love how you explore your stories ❤️

Peter checked his watch for the 5th time that morning. The morning bell was due to ring in just 15 minutes, and you were nowhere in sight, and Peter was starting to contemplate heading back to his locker, or texting to ask if you wanted him to drop off in the disabled bathroom or to ask if you were even coming in today. Luckily, as he reached for his phone, he saw your dad’s car finally pull up, you jumping out, waving to your dad before rushing up the steps to meet Peter. Peter smiled and waved at your dad- Captain America himself- as he pulled back out the parking lot, and you headed inside, walking at a fast pace.

“The bell’s gonna go off soon.” Peter commented as you both dashed around, pushing through the crowd to find one of the bathrooms or even just a janitor’s closet at this point. Normally when you were on short notice you would just change at your locker- slipping on a baggier shirt and slipping the men’s jeans over your leggings or something, but Peter had noted that today you had come in a dress- and judging by the style, it was Steve’s idea, thought that was obvious anyday. That meant you had to actually find somewhere more private to get changed today. His eyes darted around before he saw MJ at her locker, taking your hand and pulling you in her direction. “MJ!” He called as he approached, and she looked up, seeing you both approaching, what you were wearing, and she immediately knew what was up. She went into her locker, finding her gym bag, and pulled out her towel, unravelling it.

You stepped hurriedly between her and her locker, her holding one end of the towel against the locker next to her, Peter holding the other end with MJ’s locker door to create a barrier from any onlookers. MJ kept a look out for trouble and also tried to block the view even more with her body, Peter also doing the same when he wasn’t passing you garments, before you gave him the dress with a quick “Done.” and the towel dropped, and Peter shoved the dress into the bag. “Thank you so much.” You told them.

“Don’t worry about it.” MJ shrugged. “Guessing daddy dearest was adamant on the dress?” She asked and you huffed and nodded, taking the bag from Peter, and shoving it to the bottom of your backpack to go and put in your locker later.

“I’ll tell him I bumped into someone at lunch and got some crap on it.” You stated.

“Does that mean we have to get it back out to dump some ketchup on it?” Peter asked.

“No, we need it to look realistic- you put on the dress and we put ketchup on it.” MJ joked, poking Peter in the chest, making you laugh a little. Peter knew that if that was needed, he’d do it for you.

Peter had met you when you both started at the highschool a few years ago, and immediately had began bonding over being the ‘weird’ kids. Back then, when he was still getting to know you, Peter had presumed you were shy and self conscious, lacking any confidence, being a total wall flower and wanting to stay out of the spotlight- just trying to survive highschool. That was until the that summer ended and you came back with a new haircut- a much shorter haircut, wearing baggier clothes, clothes that hid any femininity. Peter immediately got an inkling that he may have been wrong about his presumptions about you, but didn’t want to jump to conclusions. Instead, he complimented your new hair, and the way you lit up at it didn’t help his spidey sense. You thanked him, explaining how you got into an argument with your dad about it before you inevitably went behind his back to get it done, but now it was done and he couldn’t do anything about it and so he didn’t say anything about it. Peter had joked about him being old fashioned, in which you laughed the loudest he’d ever heard. It was then you told him how right he was, and who your dad actually was.

It was in the middle of the next school break when you two were hanging around at his that he had told you he was Spiderman, and in return, you told him you were trans, and was keeping it a secret from your 1940’s dad. It was about 2 weeks after that, that you and Peter sucked up the courage to ask each other out at literally the same time.

Peter had took the information exceedingly well. He came up with the idea to have spare clothes at school to change into to make you more comfortable around your peers, which also helped you keep your secret from your dad- all he saw was the short hair but the ‘normal’ clothes when he dropped you off and picked you up, totally unaware that you had begun socially transitioning at school, and with surprising success. Of course, after a close run in one time in which Peter as Spiderman had to save you and him using your correct pronouns in front of some of your classmates- including Flash- people didn’t want to attempt to use that against you knowing that Spiderman seemingly knew you personally, and then when it came out who your dad was… yeah, people at school used your pronouns, if mostly out of pure fear.

Since being able to be yourself for the most part at school and when away from your dad, Peter had noticed how you had changed. You were chattier, more vibrant. Happier, and he loved it, and he was willing to do anything to keep it that way- even if it meant sneaking you clothes at the beginning the day and taking them back before your dad picked you up, or lying to the Avengers to ensure they didn’t pass any information on to Steve.

The day passed by like any normal day, at the end of lunch time you did get the dress back out temporarily, smearing some ketchup on the skirt before putting it back in the bag and your locker, and dropping a text to your dad that you’d had to change and that your dear boyfriend and leant you an old hoodie and pants, sprinkling in a comment on how sweet Peter was for going out of his way to get you cleaned up and new clothes in such short notice, even though you knew he probably wouldn’t read it for a while or even at all and would ask you what happened to your dress.

After the last bell rang and you and Peter were gathering your things from your locker, you discussed future plans. “How about this weekend if your dad has nothing planned with you, we could go to the mall? We could pick some clothes up for you but keep them at mine or in your locker?” Peter asked.

“Why, running out of hoodies? I can give some back.” You teased him with a grin.

“No, I don’t mind, I’ll just steal them back next time I come and visit you- I was just thinking, since they’re all my style, I thought it would be nice for you to have some pieces you could actually claim as yours. You could excuse it to your dad as backup clothes since he must think you’re super clumsy at school, but…” He explained.

“That sounds… nice. I’ll ask my dad if I can go out with you on the weekend.” You told him with a soft smile, closing your locker door, and sighed. “I wish I didn’t have to sneak around like this for clothes of all things. The fact that I’m sneaking in and out clothes that make me feel good about myself and not my literal boyfriend just feels… wrong.”

“I know.” Peter frowned. “Has your dad made any… comments? Good or bad?” He asked. You shook your head.

“No clue what he thinks, honestly not sure if he even knows what being trans even means.” You told him as you both started walking down the hallways towards the main exit.

“Would you like me to… look into it?” Peter offered. You stopped walking, looking at him with apprehension. “Like… we recently had the official lesson on gender identities, I can bring it up with Tony, ask if your dad and Thor has had that talk and how they feel about it. If he asks questions on why, I can maybe pull together a fake project about ‘old world views’ on that kind of thing and if the ‘not from his time’ argument actually holds up with Steve and Thor and that you didn’t want to bring it up with him in case he got defensive or something.” He excused.

“Are you sure? You know if you do this we will actually have to make that fake project, which could include interviewing my own dad about his views on his own son that he doesn’t know is his son?”

“I’ll interview him- conflict of interest. You put together a rough draft of a plan for this project in case Tony talks to your dad so you can show him the rough draft to make it seem real. Maybe we can turn it into actually educating him, introducing it to him so one day you can actually be yourself to him.” He suggested. You hesitated, but eventually nodded.

“I still don’t plan to come out till I’m 18, just in case.”

“I understand. I love you, and I love seeing you love yourself, but I know you also love your dad and how much he means to you and that you don’t want to damage that relationship. If I can somehow make sure that doesn’t happen, I want to do that… if this fake project gets too close to home, please just say, we can make up an excuse about changing the subject or the project being cancelled or changed.”

“Thank you Peter, I really appreciate it, and everything you’ve been doing to help me through this I can’t thank you enough and it’s one of the many reasons that I love you.” You told him, grabbing the collar of his jacket, pulling him close and kissing him, before you heard a honk from a car, knowing that it was your dad’s car. You sighed, pulling away from him. “If I’m able to come over on the weekend, can you ask your Aunt May if she can make that lasagna?” You asked, making your boyfriend laugh. You asked that last week, and the week prior. Aunt May was more than happy to make it.

“Sure thing.” He told you, stealing a quick peck, hearing another honk from your dad before you turned and rushed to get in your dad’s car, waving at him as your dad drove off.

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violentdelightsandviolentends · 2 months

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✯ welcome to Murphy’s 5k Celebration ✯

I hit 5 thousand followers, so I thought I’d have a little celebration!! find the rules below <3

rules.

✯ choose what you’d like to request - a blurb, headcanons, or a playlist.

✯ pick a character - the list of characters I write for can be found here.

✯ choose a line of text, prompt, scenario etc. I made some prompts a long time ago for my 500 followers celebration, which can be found here, but feel free to go rogue and send your own ideas!! other examples -

✵ can I request a blurb for jax teller with a choking kink and only one bed?

✵ i’d like to ask for headcanons with husband matt murdock, please!

✵ i’d love to request a blurb with jake seresin and the line “take off your clothes and don’t say another word.”

✯ send your request!! my inbox can be found here. also, let me know if you want it to be smut, fluff, angst, etc.

✯ i’ll start writing as soon as I start receiving requests. I won’t put a time frame on it - we’ll just go with the flow!! <3

I love doing these!! if you’ve ever wanted me to write a specific kink/scenario/line of dialogue with a certain character, now’s your chance <3

5k celebration masterlist here.

#murphy’s 5k celebration #carmen berzatto x reader #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve harrington x reader #stewy hosseini x reader #jake seresin x reader #marvel smut #jax teller x reader #sons of anarchy smut #stranger things smut #succession smut #frank castle x reader #triple frontier smut

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missacidburn928 · 9 months

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"Go ahead and keep your eyes on him, darlin’. Watch as he remembers what you look and sound like lost in pleasure. Watch what it does to him.”

-Jax Teller

Let Me Spell It Out For You

#poc reader #jax teller fanfiction #jax teller x reader #jax teller smut #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x you #sons of anarchy #alternate universe #crossover au

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supercap2319 · 1 year

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Chase: “You’re bionic too?”

Y/N: “Of course I am. My parents were the original bionic superheroes. Steve Austin and Jamie Sommers.”

Chase: “That's awesome. A bionic boyfriend.”

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #chase davenport x male reader #chase davenport #billy unger #billy under x male reader #lab rats #six million dollar man #lee majors #jaime sommers #lindsay wagner #steve austin #bionic son

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writethrough · 2 years

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Updated: April 1, 2024

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PRODIGAL SON

THE SANDMAN

STRANGER THINGS

LUCIFER You Mean the World (Lucifer Morningstar x Fem!Reader) ⊹ Lucifer gets a call that there was a murder at your workplace. He's never been more terrified.

SLEEP TOKEN Just Like Rain (Vessel x GN!Reader) ⊹ Your anxieties overtake you, and Vessel is there to guide you through them.

Vigilance (Vessel x GN!Reader) ⊹ Vessel contemplates what you mean to him while you're laying together.

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ivvoryz · 1 year

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others

♡ - smut ✧ - fluff ☾ - angst ✘ - tw

Juice (SOA)

That is what you get for saving the enemies wife

Simon “Ghost” Riley (COD)

in his eyes

Daydreaming ♡

charnelhouse

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Rotten ☾ ✘

Dean Winchester (Supernatural)

Sensory Overload

Haikyuu!

shoyo hinata with a neurodivergent s/o

Brain Breaks shoyo hinata

Fountain of Youth shoyo hinata ♡

now and forever shoyo hinata

Food Play shoyo hinata ♡

Sunshine Boy shoyo hinata

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HINATA + SEX TAPE! ♡

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olives-and-sunshine · 1 month

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some one please send me requests or even just thoughts, i have so much writing motivation and no ideas malcolm would be preferable but anyone on my list works!

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anotherfuckingmarvelfanaccount · 2 years

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Tony’s Birthday (Tony Stark x Reader)

God, the writers block on this one was real, my dudes. I couldn’t come up with anything, and then I finally had a breakthrough and no time to write. And then I wrote like 2k words in a night. So, my brain works in fantastic ways. Now that it’s finally written, please enjoy this shameless sex with plot with Tony Stark.

Warnings: There is smut in this, and I think I’m like legally obligated to warn minors about that. Remember that you choose the content you consume. There’s swearing, I’m sure. I don’t normally get through a paragraph without one. Mentions of lingerie, dresses, alcohol, and hangovers. Tony Stark, always comes with his own warning.

Word Count: 6149

Summary: After weeks of not knowing what to get Tony for his birthday, you finally come up with an idea. Spoiler alert, he loves it.

Tomorrow is your husband, Tony Stark’s, birthday. And you have no idea what to get him. He’s throwing himself a big party, or rather you and Pepper are, and you’re just having Tony foot the bill while you two plan. But what do you get a billionaire for his birthday? He has everything he could ever wish for, as he’s told you multiple times. But seriously, he doesn’t even have something on his Amazon wish list, especially since he bought Amazon a couple years back.

So that, again, begs the question. What do you get Tony; genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist that he is; for his birthday?

Well, what about you? You’ve been married a while, you’ve obviously had sex. But what if you went out and got yourself a new set of lingerie? Give Tony a surprise for his birthday, and maybe put a bow on top. Tony would love that. You thought, grabbing your purse and leaving.

At the store, you looked through many different sets, even finding ones modeled after all of the Avengers. Sets after Sam and Thor here, you and Natasha there, Bucky and Steve, Clint, even Loki! Or was that Bruce? Nope, Loki, his name was written across the ass of the panties. Oh, but there was the set modeled after Bruce, more coverage, that made sense. Oh, and there was one for each of the twins too, wow. Tony would get so jealous he’d just rip it right off of me and- nope, let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves in the middle of the store. Before moving, you saw a set for Peter too and decided not to grab it since Tony might literally kill you. That’s my son, you thought, moving it to the side. Not only has Peter become a son to Tony, he called me Mom by accident last week. You did pick up one of each of the rest though, just thinking about what Tony would do to you seeing you in them lighting a fire within you.

And then you saw the set you were looking for. Red adorned with gold, sheer lace cups with gold accents and crotchless red panties with IRON MAN written on the back in gold. He won’t even have to take it off to fuck me. He might buy this entire store just so he can- your train of thought was cut off by your phone ringing. Tony, of course.

“Hey Tone.” You said, picking up and adding the set to your basket.

“Hello, my beautiful wife.” He replied. “I was looking for you, where are you?”

“I’m just picking up some last minute things for the party tomorrow. Why, do you need me?” You asked, walking over to an open register and placing your basket down.

You could hear the smirk before he even started talking. “You’re late for our weekly lab meeting.” Of course. He means your weekly fucking in the lab while Bruce takes a convienently long lunch break after walking in on the two of you going at it 4 weeks in a row.

“I’m almost done here, and I’m not that far, I’ll be home soon.” You said, hanging up quickly.

The cashier looked at you star-struck and you were confused for a moment before you remembered that you too were an Avenger and you were married to Iron Man. “Can I have your autograph?” She asked softly, holding out a notebook filled with the signatures of the other Avengers.

“Of course, hun.” You said, taking the pen from her and signing in the last available spot. Which ironically, was next to Tony’s. That wasn’t hard, though. The man you chose to marry had a gigantic signature. “You need anybody else’s?” You asked softly.

“No thank you. You’re the last one. Do you need a bag?”

You nodded, internally facepalming at not having brought one. “Yes please. Do you need anything else or just for me to pay?”

“I can’t think of anything ma’am. Did you need anything?”

“Why don’t you and everyone that works here come to Tony’s birthday party tomorrow? Since I’m the last one to sign your little book, I assume everybody else comes in here pretty regularly.”

“Yes ma’am, they do.” She said, handing you the bag. “Mr. Stark is here about every other month.” Well that lines up with when I get surprises. You thought, smiling. “Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes always come in together, and they got quite the laugh out of the Avenger’s line of sets last time they were here. Mr. Wilson has come with them a few times, but he normally likes to come by himself. Thor and Loki have come in together more than once, but Thor really prefers to look.” You laughed at that. “Mr. Barton usually comes in alone, as do Ms. Romanoff and Dr. Banner. And the Maximoff twins have come in together before, but they usually prefer separately. It was funny the day one of them was in here and the other came in and saw them.” She told you.

“Has Peter Parker ever been in here?” You asked, seemingly innocent.

She looked sheepish, “Just once, ma’am, and I guess he must’ve used Mr. Stark’s card since after buying his one item, he got a very angry phone call which sounded like it had something to do with safe sex and why Mr. Parker was spending Mr. Stark’s money at a lingerie shop.”

“Oh, Tony.” You sighed, turning towards the door with your bag. Before you left, you turned back. “Thank you. But I never caught your name, hun.”

“Oh, I’m Rachel Green.” She said, “Pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Stark. Your husband is one of our best customers.”

You nodded, sighing again. “Yeah, I’d believe it. Thank you, Rachel. And don’t forget to come to the party tomorrow.”

“I won’t. Have a great day!”

“You too!” You told her, finally pushing the door open and walking quickly back to Stark Tower so you could hide your shopping from Tony before having your lab “meeting”.

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The next day, after a day of Avenging Paperwork (aka, filling in mission reports from the last month and filing them since you were the only one Tony let into the records room, digital or otherwise), you went up to the penthouse that you shared with Tony to find a bright red dress laying on the bed, with gold jewelry laying on your vanity.

“Mr. Stark has requested that you wear this tonight for him, Mrs. Stark.” JARVIS said. You’d been through so much with Tony and JARVIS that him speaking out of quite literally nowhere didn’t even scare you anymore.

“Why am I not even surprised, J? How long has he been picking outfits out for me now, 5 years?”

The AI spoke again, “Ever since your first party as his date, Mrs. Stark, 8 years ago now.”

“God, has it really been that long?” You asked yourself, stripping down and pulling out the Iron Man lingerie. “We’re getting old.”

“At least he let you pick your wedding dress.” JARVIS said, with a hint of humor in his robotic voice.

You laughed out loud while slipping on the dress, noting that it hugged you perfectly, had a much deeper neckline than you anticipated, and a very long slit up your right side up to your hip. “Very true J. And even though he told me that there was no limit, I still didn’t want to go too overboard.”

“He found it funny that he gave you unlimited money and you picked what was essentially the cheapest dress in the store.”

“That sounds like my husband’s sense of humour.” You said, sighing softly as you clasped the necklace behind your neck. When it came to the bracelet, however, you couldn’t get it on. When it was clasped, you couldn’t slip it on around your hand, but unclasped, you couldn’t shut it around your wrist. “Ah, fuck, Tony should know better by now to get me bracelets. I can’t ever get them on by myself.” You slipped on the extra rings Tony had left for you, knowing that you liked to wear lots of them, and put in the dangly earrings that were mini Iron Man suits.

As you were finishing up your makeup, Jarvis spoke again. “Mrs. Stark, would you like me to call someone for you to help you zip up your dress and clasp the bracelet?”

“Would you call Natasha for me, J?” You asked, starting on your hair, since the rest of your outfit was finished and ready for the party.

A moment later, there was a knock on your bedroom door. “Y/N? Are you okay? JARVIS said you needed my help.”

You opened the door. “J, you gotta stop worrying people. I’m fine, Nat. Zipper and bracelet.” You pulled her in and shut the door behind the both of you.

“My dearest apologies, Mrs. Stark. You know I never mean to worry anyone when their assistance is needed.” JARVIS told you both softly, trying to match the volume you both were speaking at, something Tony had thankfully programmed in him a long time ago.

“Okay, turn around, Y/N.” Nat told you, slowly taking in the new dress Tony had bought for you. You did, and she zipped you up. “This dress is lovely. One of Tony’s best choices in a while.”

“I’m sure he thinks it’s his birthday present, getting to spend money on me again.” You said, chuckling as you fidgeted nervously with your rings.

Natasha noticed your change in demeanour immediately. “Why are you nervous? You’re never nervous for one of Tony’s parties.” She said, clasping the bracelet around your non-dominant wrist.

“I just bought Tony’s present yesterday on a whim, and now I’m not as sure if he’ll like it.”

“What did you buy him? Can I see?”

“Um, well.. kind of.. not really.”

“Can you tell me what it is or where you got it from?”

“You know that cute little shop on 43rd that has the clerk with the notepad of Avengers’ signatures?” You asked, not making eye contact with her.

Natasha gasped softly. “You got yourself a new pair of lingerie for Tony’s birthday! Which set? Which set?” She went from shocked to excited in the blink of an eye.

“I mean, there’s that new Avengers line, y’know?” You continued nervously.

“You got the Iron Man ones?” She asked bluntly.

“I got all of them except the Spiderman ones. But I’m currently wearing the Iron Man ones.” Natasha raised an eyebrow. “Bruce isn’t the only one with a raging green monster.” You said, looking at her to gauge her reaction.

She smirked, nodding her head in agreement with your plan. “So not tonight, but at some point, you’re gonna have crazy jealous sex with Tony when he discovers you bought every set from the Avengers line except Spiderman?”

“He’s like a kid to both of us!” You started to defend yourself. “But yeah. Yup. That’s the plan.”

“He’s gonna fuck the shit out of you.” She said, laughing.

You laughed along with her, knowing from your girls nights how much the both of you enjoy having your brains fucked out of you. “And that’s exactly what we want. You ready to go?”

“I am ready if you’re ready, Mrs. Stark.” Natasha said, offering you her arm to walk down the stairs in the stilettos Tony had picked out for you, despite knowing you couldn’t walk in them. You assumed that he did it on purpose at this point, so you’d have to stay near the Avengers the whole night as a form of using him (or one of the other Avengers) for balance.

“My husband is an asshole for doing this to me with every new pair of shoes he picks out for me.” You said, stumbling down the hall even while Nat was holding you up. “And every year for his birthday, he gets me a new sparkly red dress with gold accents. The entire world knows that I belong to him, does he really need to have me in his colours?”

“You’re currently wearing his colours under the dress, on purpose, with his name across the ass of the crotchless panties.” You went to make a smart remark about how would she know when she answered the question you hadn’t yet asked. “You weren’t the only one that’s checked out the new line, hun.”

“Fair enough.” You said, just as the elevator doors opened for the both of you into the party.

Nat wrapped her arm around your waist and led you over to Tony. “Stark, I know you love Y/N, but why do you give her shoes she can’t even walk in every time that you pick them out?” She said, picking you up and placing you on the barstool in between Steve and Bucky but next to Tony.

“I like her staying over here instead of talking to the rich assholes in the room.” He said, passing you your drink of choice.

“I’m married to the richest asshole of them all.” You said, sipping at it. “And if they’re such big assholes, why do you invite them to every party you throw?”

“Because us rich assholes have to stick together, sweetheart. Now, if you’ll excuse me…”

You grabbed his wrist. “I will not, birthday boy. I wasn’t done with you yet.”

“Ooh, are we starting the gifts early?” He asked, rubbing his hands together childishly.

“You’re not getting your present from me if you get yourself drunk tonight, Tone. I love you, but you’re gonna wanna remember this present.”

Tony gave you a kiss on the forehead. “I won’t touch another drop of alcohol, sweetness. If you say that I’m going to remember this, I’m going to memorize every single detail of whatever your surprise may be.” He told you, before squeezing your hand and walking away quickly.

“Loki?” You asked, leaning to see him better.

“Hold on, brother, it’s not quite late enough to be as drunk as you are. Just wait a little, and then you can have it back.” He said, pulling Thor’s flask out of his hand. “Yes, Y/N?” He asked, turning to you.

You pulled the flask from Loki’s hand and passed it to Steve. “Don’t drink that too fast, super soldiers.” You told them before turning back to Loki. “You know a sobering spell, right?”

“I do. I should hope that I won’t need to use it tonight, but I have a sobering spell should you need it for your husband.”

“Thank you, Loki.” You said, striking up more conversations with the Avengers, even though you had seen them not even two hours ago.

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Five hours later, since Tony’s parties always ran late into the night, all of the guests had left, and it was just the Avengers back upstairs in the living room of the penthouse.

“Okay, present time?” Tony said, hopefully.

“Hasn’t gracing you with our presence all night been enough?” Loki asked sarcastically. “Besides, what do you get the man who can buy himself whatever he wants?”

“Yeah Tony, you don’t even have an Amazon wishlist.” Clint said, spinning a drumstick.

Rhodey passed him a box. “You just have to get him something from the heart.”

“You’re just saying that because you’ve known him since his drunk MIT days.” Bucky said, also sliding a box in Tony’s direction.

“Oh, honey bear!” Tony exclaimed. “An AC/DC mixtape!” (“What is this, the 90’s?” was said by Peter in the background) “And their newest album!” (“They’re still releasing music?” Peter continued, more than a little drunk.”)

You stood up, “Okay, Pete. Time for bed, buddy. I’ll call May and let her know you’ll be home in the morning after breakfast.” You told him, taking him down to the room you and Tony had specifically set up for Peter for when you couldn’t pry the two of them from the lab with a Hulk. Trust me, you tried.

Since you had taken off your stilettos hours ago, preferring to just wander around barefoot since you couldn’t sneak another pair of shoes in, it was only Peter who was stumbling down the hall, clinging onto you. When you got to his room, you realized that the only clothes in the drawers were from when this was your room, before you and Tony got together.

“Peter?” You asked softly.

He rolled his head towards you, slurring his words slightly. “Yeah, Mom?”

You smiled, looking fondly at the drunk boy you had come to see as your son. “We’ve gotta get you out of your fancy clothes, but the only clothes in here are mine. Is it okay if I go get you one of Tony’s shirts and a pair of sweatpants?”

“Of course!” He said excitedly. “I might never bring clothes to keep at the Tower if I get to wear Dad’s!”

You chuckled softly, knowing that was exactly why he didn’t have any here yet. You’d make sure you picked some up from May when you dropped him off tomorrow. “Can you stay awake until I get back?” You asked, knowing he’d be asleep by the time you got back anyways.

“Sure I can!”

“And can you take off everything but your boxers for me, bud?”

“Mhmm!” Peter said, nodding excitedly in agreement. “I’ll start right now for you, Mom!” He started fumbling through it, but got one shoe off before you left the room, walking back upstairs to get some of Tony’s clothes for the boy to wear.

“How is he?” Natasha asked, noting your return.

You laughed. “Very drunk. And without clothes in the room we set up for him, Tone. I’m gonna steal one of your shirts and a pair of sweats for him, ‘kay?”

“Anything for that kid. Did you get him down that easily?”

“He wasn’t out when I left. But he had started taking his shoes off so I could help him into some sleep clothes.” You called from the bedroom, rummaging around in the drawers. “And I’m gonna make him drink some water, and I’ll leave pain pills on the nightstand for him. Also, how the hell did you get him drunk? He has a faster metabolism than most people, he’s fucking Spiderman!”

“That was me.” Clint said, holding a shot glass. “Spider metabolism takes about 4 shots of tequila to overcome.”

Thor added, “And he was only slightly tipsy after that! He quite enjoyed the Asgardian mead that the Captain, Sergeant, and I were drinking!”

“You gave Peter alien alcohol?!” You and Tony exclaimed at the same time.

“It didn’t affect him all that much until the 3rd shot, and by that point he had had shots of rum and whiskey in his system too.” Loki told you, gauging your reactions.

“You mixed alcohol in my kid?!?” Tony exclaimed.

You closed your eyes, feeling a headache coming on just from the sheer stupidity of the Avengers when they’re tipsy. “I’m gonna send May a text that Peter’s sleeping over. And J?” You asked.

“Yes, Mrs. Stark?”

“Will you remind whoever drops Peter off to pick up clothes for him to keep here when he sleeps over?” You asked, quickly making your way back to Peter, knowing now why he was so drunk.

“Of course, Mrs. Stark.” JARVIS said, his voice following you as you moved through the hallways.

“Mom! You’re back!” Peter said, still slurring his words but in his boxers sitting right where you left him.

You walked over to him and passed him the clothes. “I’m back, bud. And I’m so proud of you for doing what I asked. I know that must’ve been tricky in this state.”

“I couldn’t figure out the buttons on my shirt.” He admitted, throwing Tony’s Led Zeppelin shirt over his head.

“Hey, that’s okay. It happens when you’re drunk.” You passed him a glass of water once he had the sweatpants on too. “Can you drink this for me?”

He took the glass from you and sipped at it slowly. “Sure I can.” He smiled. “This tastes better than what Mr. Barton and Mr. Thor were giving me.”

“This is better for you.” You told him, rubbing his back.

“Mom, I don’t feel so good.”

“What’s wrong?” You asked, still softly rubbing.

Peter bolted towards the bathroom. “I think I’m gonna puke!” He said, leaning over the toilet.

“J, call Tony please.” You said, kneeling beside him and rubbing his back.

Tony burst into the room, “What’s wrong?!”

“Pete feels very nauseous right now.” You explained calmly and softly, in an attempt to calm your husband.

It worked. “Oh, okay.” You stood as Tony knelt with Peter, rubbing his back and sitting quietly with him. “I know you don’t do so well with puke, sweetheart.”

“Thank you, Tone.” You told him, kissing his forehead and refilling Peter’s glass. “Get him to drink some more water, maybe it’ll flush it out of his system a little.”

“Can you tilt your head this way for me, bud?”

Peter lifted his head and turned it towards Tony. “Sure can, Dad.”

“Drink a little of this for me? It should help you feel better.” Tony said, heart warming at being called Dad.

“Yeah. Okay. Can you help?” Peter tilted his head back a little and Tony slowly poured some water into Peter’s mouth.

“Swallow.” He said.

While the two of them were doing that, you were grabbing a bottle of Tylenol to leave on Peter’s bedside as well as a pair of sunglasses, knowing how bright the tower feels when you’re hungover.

After Tony got Peter to brush his teeth, and drink some more water, you refilled his glass and you both tucked him into bed, kissing his forehead. “Goodnight, kiddo.” Tony said, turning off the lights.

“Goodnight, Mom. Goodnight Dad.” Peter said, snuggling deeper into the covers.

“Goodnight, bud.” You told him, shutting the door softly behind both of you.

As you and Tony walked back upstairs, he had a question for you. “So, what’s my present from you, sweetcheeks?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“I very much would.” He said, pinning you lightly to the wall.

“Back to the penthouse bedroom, Tone.” You panted out softly, his cologne overwhelming your senses after not being able to be near him much today. “Please, c’mon, private gift, Tone.”

After you said that, Tony dragged you upstairs, barely allowing you to take off your jewelry before he was sucking hickies on your neck. “Please tell me the gift is you, sweetheart.” He growled against your pulse point.

“Yeah, Tone, it’s me! The gift is me, but you don’t you dare rip this fucking dress.” You cried, tangling your fingers in his hair. Tony unzipped the back of your dress, telling JARVIS to turn on the “Do Not Disturb” protocols until at least 8AM. You hadn’t had nearly as much to drink as everyone else, so you were going to make everybody hangover breakfast and coffee.

Pulling the dress off of you, Tony threw you on the bed, and you bounced slightly towards the headboard. You turned and crawled up towards it, giving him a full view of your ass, and what was written on the lingerie. “Oh, so this is my present.” Tony said, smirking as he captured your lips in a kiss. “I get to have my name across your ass while I’m fucking you. Is that what you want, sweetheart?”

“Yes!” You yelled as he left hickies down your throat and tits. He slipped two fingers in you while marking up your torso, knowing that if you couldn’t take them yet, he’d have lots of fun opening you up to take his cock. “Oh God, Tony, please don’t stop.”

“I would never, sweetheart.” He said, sucking a mark right below your belly button. As Tony kept fingering you, he swirled his tongue quickly around your clit, working you up to the edge even quicker. Tony loved when you came before he was even inside of you.

“Oh, Tony, please- I- fuck, close, Tone!” Your brain was turning to goo, and from previous experiences, you knew Tony was going to fingerfuck you straight through your first orgasm of the night.

You were right. “Cum for me, my sweet Y/N.” He whispered softly in your ear, rubbing your clit quickly with his thumb while he was still fingering you. “Princess, just let go.”

And that was what did it. All the tension that had been building up released all at once, leading you to one of the best orgasms of your life. And Tony fingerfucked you through it, stimulating you even more and working you up to your next orgasm. When he retracted his fingers, though, you let out a small whimper, which caused Tony to chuckle and you to blink your eyes open, not knowing when you had shut them. You watched as Tony stuck his fingers covered in your cum in his mouth and licked them off.

“You taste so good for me, sweetheart. I could eat you out all goddamn day. But I won’t. You know why?” You shook your head. “I wanna fuck this pretty pussy of yours that you have all dressed up for me for my birthday. How lucky am I to have such a loving wife that knows I have everything I want?” He tapped your hips in a way that you knew meant ‘roll over’ and did so.

“What are you gonna do to me, Tone?” You asked softly. You weren’t nervous or anything, you just really liked hearing all the shit that was gonna come out of his mouth. You liked hearing how he was gonna fuck you, and he knew it. As always, he turned the dial to 11.

Pulling you up onto your knees, Tony twisted your head so you weren’t face down in the pillows. “I’m gonna hold you up like this, even though I know your legs are jelly from that orgasm, and I’m gonna fuck your pretty little pussy while staring at my name on your ass. Because you’re fucking mine, right, sweetheart?” He asked, slowly thrusting into you and burying himself to the hilt.

“Oh, God, yes! I’m all yours Tony! Just don’t stop!”

“That’s right. Nobody else’s name is on that ass of yours. Nobody else sees their name on that ass of yours. Mine.” Tony said, lightly biting the back of your shoulder.

You rested your forehead on your hands. “Don’t wan’ nobody else! Just you! Fuckin’ love you, Tony! Never loved anybody like I love you!” You said, having found enough strength to thrust your hips backwards in time with his thrusts.

“Oh, God, Y/N, sweetheart. Fuck, yes. I’m gonna cum. Can I cum inside of you, sweetheart? Don’t wanna wreck this new set of yours already.”

“Don’t wreck it! Just cum in me, Tone!” You screamed in pleasure as you felt him thrust as deep into you as he could, stopping and pulsating. The feeling of him cumming inside of you triggered your second orgasm.

What you guessed was a few minutes later, but was actually probably just seconds, you heard Tony say, “Make a sound or move something if you can hear me, sweetheart.” You knew you had screamed your voice out, so you did your best to tap the index finger on your dominant hand. “Okay, I’m gonna pull out now, is that okay?” He asked. You tried to nod in response, but had no idea if you had actually succeeded until you felt Tony pull out. “Oh fuck,” he groaned. “God, it’s just spilling out of you. That’s so fucking hot, sweetheart. I wish you could see this.”

“Take a picture.” You croaked.

“Okay, sweetcheeks.” Tony said softly. “But after, we’re getting you into a bath and out of this lovely fucking set of lingerie. Next time I’m cumming all over your tits.” He told you, taking a picture and picking you up. JARVIS had starting running a bath at the perfect temperature, as he always did after you two had sex, and Tony carefully placed you on the toilet so you could pee, he was not letting you get a UTI.

“Happy birthday, Tone.” You whispered, snuggling back against his chest once the two of you were situated in the bath with some epsom salts.

He kissed the top of your head softly, “Thank you for making it the best birthday, sweetheart. I love you.”

“I love you too,” you responded, drifting off in the tub, not for the first time.

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The next morning, you woke up wrapped in Tony’s arms. This was very unusual since Tony was always up in the lab hours before you woke up. You actually weren’t sure if you had woken up next to Tony since your honeymoon. You rolled over and nuzzled further into his chest, wanting to enjoy this for as long as you could.

“Honey? Are you awake?” Tony’s morning voice resonated against the ear you had pressed against his chest.

“If I say yes, does that mean you’re gonna get up?” You mumbled, really just wanting to snuggle with your husband in bed.

He wrapped his arms tighter around you, “Not if you don’t want to. I like cuddling.”

Of course, since the two of you could never have a moment’s peace, JARVIS started speaking. “Mrs. Stark, you said you were going to make “hangover breakfast” for the Avengers. And they’re all in their rooms, with the blackout curtains shut, whimpering about the amount of light.”

“One morning in bed with my husband, is that too much to ask?” You asked, rolling away from Tony and sitting up.

“Apparently.” Tony said, rolling out of bed to grab clothes for you both.

“J, will you start the coffee machine?” You got up and brushed your teeth before getting dressed in the clothes Tony picked out for you and doing the rest of your morning routine. “Tony?”

He poked his head into the bathroom. “Yeah, hon?”

“Can we have tomorrow morning in bed to cuddle?” You asked, pouting slightly.

“Anything you want, sweetheart.” He kissed your cheek and wrapped his arm around your waist as you walked into the penthouse kitchen together.

You grabbed out everybody’s individualized mugs that Tony had gotten for Christmas last year and set them all out at the table while Tony grabbed the cream and sugar so you could personalize everybody’s coffee for them. Steve took his black, it’s the way he had always drank it, and he wasn’t changing that. Bucky took his with so much cream that you were pretty sure it was actually coffee flavoured cream in the mug. Natasha’s mug had a lid so that nobody could actually see the colour of her coffee, especially since everybody assumed she took it black, but she had the homemade equivalent of a latte in that mug. Clint’s also had a lid because everybody assumed he took his like a latte, but he really drinks it black. He grew up in the circus and has 3 kids. That shit doesn’t need sugar or cream, he’s drinking it to stay alive. Tony and Bruce both drank so much coffee that theirs was essentially black by the end of the day due to refills, but they both start with a decent amount of cream and sugar so that they feel like it lasts them the whole day. Thor has a sweet tooth, that should explain everything about his coffee, sugar but no cream. Loki also has a lid, for while everyone would assume he likes black coffee, there’s a decent amount of cream in there. Wanda and Pietro both take their coffee with a bit of cream and a bit of sugar, no overboard in either direction. Sam didn’t really care, as to him, coffee is coffee, it doesn’t matter what you do to it as long as it still tastes like coffee. And Peter.. you had never seen Peter use his mug for anything but hot chocolate.

“Tone?” You asked, still fixing up Sam’s mug of coffee. “How does Peter take his coffee?”

“Oh, with- J, how does Peter take his coffee?”

“Two cream, one sugar, sir.”

You chuckled, fixing up Peter’s mug in the way JARVIS said he liked. “How did we not know that?”

“I’ve never seen him drink coffee before.” Tony said, wrapping his arms around you while you started frying up some bacon and sausage.

“Me neither. I’ve never seen him use the mug for anything other than those gourmet hot chocolates that he makes here because we can afford your fancy ass caramel.”

Tony hummed in agreement and started swaying while you were still cooking, kissing the back of your head. “Can I have a real kiss, N/N? I haven’t had one all day!” He exclaimed.

“Oh, honey. Did I forget about you this morning?” You asked, teasingly. “Are you gonna die if you don’t get a sufficient number of kisses before breakfast?”

“Yes!” He whined, teasingly. “I’m just wasting away here, can’t you see?”

You chuckled, knowing what would happen if you gave in and gave Tony a real kiss. “You know why I can’t, Tone.”

“No, N/N, you have to either kiss or tell.” He said, kissing just under your ear.

“If I give you a kiss now, you’ll turn it into a full blown make-out session and I’ll burn breakfast.” You deadpanned while flipping bacon.

“No I won’t! You have no proof!” He said, dramatically.

You reached over and grabbed some eggs out of the fridge, some more greasy protein wouldn’t hurt a hangover. “Tony, that’s what happened last week.”

“I’m a changed man!” Tony exclaimed, pouting and sitting on the counter next to you.

“I hope you haven’t changed too much from the man who fucked my brain out last night, because I would very much like that to happen again.”

“No fucking in the kitchen, Stevie doesn’t like that language.” Bucky said, sitting in front of where you had placed his mug.

“One time!” Steve exclaimed. “And you weren’t even around when I said it, Buck!”

Bucky laughed, sipping at his coffee before raising it towards you in a silent cheers. “News travels fast, Stevie. Now sit down, drink your coffee, and shut up.”

“Alright, gentlemen, calm down. How do you like your eggs? And what do you like in them?”

As everyone trickled in, sat in front of their coffees, and gave you their breakfast orders, they slowly nursed their headaches while you and Tony shared more banter. Peter was the last one to stumble in, wearing the sunglasses you left for him, though his eyes were shut.

“Here, bud.” You said, sliding the coffee across the counter towards him. “How ya feelin’?”

“Like that time Vulture dropped part of a building on me.” He said softly, sipping the coffee you had made him before adding more cream to it. “Thanks for the coffee, Mom.”

You smiled, turning back to the stove. “No problem, kiddo. How do you like your eggs, and what do you like in them?” Receiving the last breakfast order, you started plating up some bacon and sausage, as well as the first few eggs you cooked. “J, add eggs, bacon, sausage, coffee, cream, and sugar to the grocery list, please.” You said, sliding plates to Bucky and Steve.

“Of course, Mrs. Stark.” JARVIS said, showing the items on a list on the fridge.

“Can I have my kiss now, sweetheart?” Tony asked, pouting on the counter where you left him.

“Oh, Tone. One kiss?” You asked.

“One kiss, I promise.”

“And I’m not going to burn breakfast?”

“One kiss, I promise.” He repeated.

You shook your head, chuckling again and sliding more plates down the island. “No kisses until there’s nothing left to burn, Tony.” You handed him a plate. “Sit and eat.”

Tony sighed as you kept passing out breakfast to everybody, not sitting yourself until Peter had his plate. “Thank you for the best birthday ever, sweetheart.” He said, giving you his puppy dog eyes.

“You’re welcome, Tone.” You told him, kissing his cheek.

“All that and I don’t even get a real kiss?” Tony complained, stabbing a sausage with a fork.

You grabbed his cheeks and tilted them in your direction, so he was facing you, and pulled him in for a kiss. “Every birthday will be better than the last. But if you’re real good today, that wasn’t the only present I got you.”

Tony’s eyes widened with the implication. “There’s more?!”

You smirked, kissing him again. “Only if you’re good, Tone. There’s only more if you’re good.”

“Who else did you get?”

“Fuck around and find out.” You said, finally eating your own food and causing Natasha and Wanda to laugh with the implication.

I am so sorry that it took so long for me to write this, y’all! But it’s finally done, I hope y’all enjoyed that little FRIENDS reference in there, and yeah, I really just hope you liked it.

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Steve thinks that a part of him may be a masochist. Sitting here week after week, hanging out with you. His second best friend (Robin would kill him if he didn't add the second). Sitting here trying not to look at you, trying not to lean over and kiss you senseless. Week after week, feeling the heat from your body as you sit next to each other on the couch watching movies. Steve can't make a move though, he knows this. You never would reciprocate his feelings. You have always helped him try and score dates, giving him pep talks. You never responded much to his flirting, a few times sure, but other times you just stared blankly at him.

Steve thinks it is a special form of torture when you lean your head against his shoulder. When your hand touches his, and your pinkies overlap. When you steal his jackets and he acts like he's frustrated, when really his heart is beating so fast he thinks he may die and his only thought is how beautiful you look wearing something of his. You're everything he wants but knows he never can have. He would rather sit with you a hundred times like this then confess and have you leave him. He'd rather you be close instead of having you become a stranger.

He wishes he had a chance with you, but not every wish is answered.

#He's convinced himself you don't like him because everyone who he loves has left #Except Robin who claims she's a parasite and gonna leach off him for the rest of his life #Which he is okay with because he also needs her #His mom cared more for appearances then her own son and his dad never wanted him anyways #Nancy left him and while he is better with that now it did hurt him back then #He doesn't want to confess because as soon as he says I love you it is a short turn around to that person leaving #Besides you OBVIOUSLY don't like him you're helping him go on dates and you talk about guys to him so #Or is that all thats happening who knows #Definitely not Steve #Steve Harrington #Steve Harrington x Reader #Steve Harrington/Reader #Steve Harrington/you #Steve Harrington x you #Steve Harrington x y/n #Stranger Things #Jade is Talking

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MAIN MASTERLIST

Bucky Barnes

your husband is in prison. : Bucky Barnes

a sudden kiss: Bucky Barnes

jealousy: Bucky Barnes

the teacher: Bucky Barnes

the Angel: Bucky Barnes

the club: Bucky Barnes

the babysitter: Bucky Barnes

unknown person: Bucky Barnes

the media: Bucky Barnes

anything: Bucky Barnes

The Last of us: game

red carpet: Joel Miller

Johnny Knoxville

going into early labor: Johnny Knoxville

New Year's Eve: Johnny Knoxville

Relaxing: Johnny Knoxville

Camera mistake: Johnny Knoxville

Winter snow: Johnny Knoxville

Kissing in public: Johnny Knoxville

Riding a skateboard: Johnny Knoxville

Tennessee whiskey: Johnny Knoxville

Secret crush: Johnny Knoxville

Stranger things character's

Halloween: Eddie Munson

Pedro pascal character's

zombie apocalypse: Joel Miller

brothers' best friend: Joel Miller

Valentine's Day: Frankie Morales

Marvel Character's

after an argument: Loki laufeyson

Sons of anarchy character's

the silent treatment: tig Trager

Your Crush: Jax Teller

Your babies: Juice Ortiz

Unexpected visitor: Chibs Telford

Steve rogers

the invitation: Steve rogers

the Witcher

forbidden love: Geralt rivia

supernatural

the ultrasound: Dean Winchester

#fanfic #bucky barnes #character x reader #writing #oneshot #multi fandom blog #eddie munson #masterlist #joel miller #loki laufeyson #the last of us #tig trager #steve rogers #johnny knoxville #sons of anarchy #the witcher #the walking dead #random oneshots #marvel

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that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main · 2 years

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Being Franks Daughter in Hawkins pt 13

Gif Caption: Top Gif: The Avenger's from Marvel's the Avengers Bottom Gif: The classic Stranger things group from Netflix's Stranger Things.

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Reader: 18-19 | Female Reader

Characters Mentioned: Frank Castle (MCU), Stephen Strange (MCU), Hanniable King (MCU) Daimon Hellstrom (MCU), Morbius the living Vampire (MCU), Blade (MCU), Jennifer Kale (MCU), Steve Grant/Marc Spector (MCU), Johnny Blaze/ Ghost Rider (MCU), Brucer Banner/ Hulk (MCU), Matt Murdock (MCU), Tony Stark (MCU), Natasha Romanoff (MCU), Steve Roggers (MCU), Bucky Barnes (MCU), Loki Layfeyson (MCU), Thor Odinson (MCU), Vision (MCU) Eddie Brock/ Venom (MCU), Deadpool (MCU), Billy Russo (MCU), Steve Harrington (ST) Billy Hargrove (ST), Eddie Munson (ST), Max Mayfeild (ST), Joyce Byers (ST)

A/n: this more of eludes to relationships Y/n has had with other marvel character including almost all midnight sons, Moonknight's the only one that doesnt make a full appearance.

Warnings: Y/n's Past, past abuse, stress eating, Hellstrom being the biggest bitch alive,

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New York city

You're true home.

Though it didn't seem like that much anymore.

You Missed Hawkin's clean air and its tiny little single gas station

New York had gas stations on every corner it seemed like

With a grocery store down every street.

Though New York hsd good character from its immigrants, a new face and culture around every corner, Hawkins had a cozy feeling, it nice to see a familiar face everywhere you turned and though New York could have that same feeling you just had to know too many people.

"Nice to be home." Natasha spoke.

"Yeah." Y/n responded.

"I don't know. I kind of liked the Farm life." Yelena spoke, "No fancy cars and aliens every two mintues."

"Please. A relish in the fact if its just aliens." Steve told.

Y/n looked out the window, "Where's dad having you take me today"

"Tony asked for you."

"Oh great." Y/n spoke.

"For what?"

"You'll see."

"He's throwing you a party." Bucky spoke.

"Buck!" Steve complained.

"What!? She's not a partier!"

It was true.

So instead of just getting rest or simply dwelling on Hawkins

Tony Stark was throwing you a welcome back party

It was small supposedly

It was not small at all

Sure you were glad to see, every superhero Tony could possibly invite

But your just not into partying you never will be.

But its too late either way

What are you going to do? Jump out the moving car into oncoming traffic

Actually?

Natasha can stop you before you too

So your stuck at this party.

You must be Honest It was nice to see Matt and Peter again.

But then they all started coming, Hanniable, Dr.Strange,

Who The f u c k brought Eddie and Venom all the way from SF just to be here

And the Gardians.

Half them didnt really realize you at first.

"Y/n?"

"In the flesh." Y/n spoke raising her glass half full with shirley-temple.

"Wow would you look at you." He contuined on, "Your so fuckin old now."

"Yes. Thank you Wade." Y/n spoke, "Hallujeah."

You actually see Tony for the first time when you go outside to get air.

"Mr.Party thrower taking a break. Never see that every day." Y/n spoke hoping up on the ledge and taking a seat.

"I knew you would follow." He spoke, proud of himself like he had make some crazy plan to get her out here.

"What did you do Stark?"

"You had quiet the semester in Hawkins. You and your dad." Tony told.

"Yeah well." Y/n spoke taking a drink of her soda, "Chaos always did follow me."

"My point exactly." Tony added, "wouldn't you like to deal with that Chaos. Legally."

"Okay you want something." Y/n told, "what is it."

Tony was silent, drinking his scotch in hand, great he had to drink befofe he told spilt the beans.

Y/n got up off the ledge, drink still sitting on the ledge.

He finished his drink.

"We need another Avenger-"

"Tony!"

"Y/n! Come on kid! Its the highest honor!-"

Y/n rolled her eyes, throwing her arm out to her sides in anger, hitting her glass off the ledge.

Shit.

The two looked over the edge, "Sorry!" She shouted hearing a car alarm go off soon after.

"A plus is I pay for shit like that." Tony defended.

"Im not becoming an avenger."

"Come on!"

He followed her from the porch, "come on! Give me a good reason why-"

"I've already kicked your ass once. Don't make me kick it again." Y/n argued, "thanks for the party."

You were quick to go back to the party in hopes of retreiving your bag and walking you way to Hell's Kitchen or even catch a train

Could you catch a train back to Hawkins?

Wouldnt be a bad idea

"If it isnt Y/n damn Castiglione- Castle- Russo?"

The voice stops her in the halls, "Whattya doin here Hellstrom?"

"Heard someone ran in with the devil."

"You heard Wrong."

He chuckled, "Well then. I came here to drink my soul in your name. Take a bottle."

A bottle of beer was shoved into her hand, "To hell!" He cheered pulling her along

Though you didnt drink what was in the bottle you were pushed into a crowd, forced to conversate.

Fuckin Hellstrom you swear

Luckily you ended up just standing near Vision near an open door to the balcony.

You guys made small talk here and there but nothing huge

Neither of you two are big talkers when it comes to small talk.

You also learned that Bottle Hellstrom shoved into your hands was actually a old fashion root beer, it was just soda.

Warm soda...ew.

So you went to get a different one

And the exits right there.

And you manage to waltz right out of the main room to go get your bag to go somewhere anyone but a party.

So with quick feet you make it out the tower going down on its various elevators.

Just to get caughtn by Bruce Banner- well Hulk technically.

"Sneaking away now are we?"

"God. Damn it." Y/n complained, "Please! Please don't make me go back! PLEASE!"

"Okay! Okay!" Bruce laughed, "You've convinced me."

"Oh thank god." Y/n sighed.

"Pizza or Chinese?" Bruce asked.

"What about that place that does a little bit of everything?" Y/n questioned

"Ooh! I like that place."

So. Instead of a party you, and the Hulk went to some tiny whole in the wall place, its once entrence down an Alley way.

Banner's tall and large form barely could squeeze through the door and into the small place with tacky decorations hanging from the ceiling hitting his head

There you both are sitting with bowls of ramen and a full pizza between you two.

"Okay Okay. So this. Kid. Opened a portal to another dimension and its easy to access?" Hulk asked, Y/n eating an absurbed amount noodles at once.

"So!-" Y/n spoke but stopped, chewing her food and swallowing, "Basically, the call it the Upside down...they basically broke the Acrobat Theroy."

"The Acrobat Theroy?" He asked, "What the hell is the Acrobat Theroy."

"Its similar to the String Theroy." Y/n replied.

"The existance of atleast 10 diffrent dimensions and they combined and unification of the energy they produce." Banner told, "We could go back and forth within time if mindkind was able to conquer said dimensions."

"Right." Y/n told, breaking the egg that sat in her broth, take in another chopstick full.

"Okay. So your telling. This Eleven year old-"

"No. No" y/n told, "Eleven is her name."

"Okay. So this girl. Eleven." Bruce told, "Created enough energy, to rip a black hole within time and space."

Y/n nodded, "and Had enough power to close it too."

"And you had no idea to call me." Bruce spoke in defense.

"I got busy." Y/n spoke in defense.

"Right Right. The flower head dogs."

"Demodogs."

"Is that like. A compound or-"

"Mhm!" Y/n hummed with a smile, "You'd love Dustin! You both and your compound shit."

So you two spent the night eating foods that shouldn't go together

Your salt intake is probally insane that night

Between Ramen, and Pizza. And a churro stand you guys found walkin around.

Okay you can't lie your stress eating.

You dont understand why, you're home, you're gonna be back in action, why be stressed? This is what you wanted orginally.

You're lucky you and Bruce are able to catch a midnight train

More of like a 2 am train

You two just talking

He understands what its like to get what you want just to realize you dont know what you want

He ends up taking you back to the Avengers Complex where the party is still goin on.

You suppose you have to crash there, everyone's been drinking.

"Y/n!?" Thor asked, he hadn't seen her the first round about.

"Hey Thor-"

"Move." Loki spoke dragging her along, "We both have much to talk about."

Loki drags you away to safety on a balcony.

"So. Hows my little red head shit disturber?" Loki asked, "Max!"

"Max Mayfeild?" Y/n questioned.

"Well yes." Loki spoke, "She is the only red head there I stole quaters with."

"You Loki Layfeyson king of the Frost Giants-"

"Ah. Ah ah. God." Loki corrected.

"Point is." Y/n commented, "You care? About someone besides yourself?"

"Haha." Loki mocked.

Y/n leaned back in the chair, letting her feet rest on the edge of the balcony.

"She's good." Y/n spoke, "Shes good yeah."

"You're goin back soon Im assuming." Loki spoke, "I am hoping to accompany you, after all the winter months are upon us."

Y/n was silent, drinking her drink.

"You're not going back?" Loki questioned, "are you?"

"My dad sent me away here for training I don't know how long it'll take." Y/n answered, "Seeming Im at a party right now. It seems like a while."

You and Loki fall asleep on the loveseat on the porch, talking back and forth

You do alot of talking.

You wake up the next day and your in a bed.

WHO TF PUT YOU IN A BED.

You dont recongize this place at first

"Well. Guess we should get this shit show started then?"

"Ah. Dr.Douche. its just you." Y/n sighed Stephen leaning against the door fram with two mugs in hand.

"Slightly hurtful but I'll allow it." Stephen spoke walking in the room sitting next to her on the bed, "After all. Im gonna hurt you alot more than you'll ever hurt me."

Y/n raised a brow taking the mug, "what?"

"You're training?" Stephen responded.

"Already? Does that mean I get to be done quicker?"

"Theoretically." He spoke, "Though. We have choosen to join train you-"

"We?" Y/n asked.

"There she is!"

"Ah shit its Hellstrom." Y/n complained.

"He's here to break you." Strange spoke.

"Im sorry-" y/n defended.

"Part of his training."

"Now. Shall we take a trip to hell?" Hellstrom smiled

"Breakfast first?" Y/n asked, "Please?"

"I control a part of hell. Im not evil."

So why you're about to take a walk to Hell, Hawkins was. Well Hawkins

Munson often was seen by your locker, it now empty and free to open and close as pleased due to the lock no locker being there.

Though you called him a Freak, it was in all good fun, he liked it. Like receiving a nickname.

You were actually one of the few nice to him.

When Eddie wasnt there Billy was often there.

Yeah his locker was right besides Y/n's at one point but he cant help but expect some snarky commented to come from the closed locker door.

"Awe. Missed me Hargrove?"

Thats what he expected, snarky and full of confidence.

And the kids were the same way, often wanting to call you at the end of there days, to ask who you defeated. Who you teamed up with.

A cork board being set up in the AV room often peices of newspaper clipps focused around articles they thought assumed to you or any art someone had done in the paper that looked like you

Steve took it hard. He took it real hard.

Dating just didnt seem important anyone.

Wanting a lady on his arm seemed...unimportant

He rather be carried bridal style in your arms out of class at any given day.

Nancy had gotten closer to him, but played too much, after all she did and said, she was still kissing on Jonathan

So it just pushed Steve's buttons more.

Then there was Frank.

Frank Castle. The big bad Punisher

Had sunken into work, it was easier to be distracted than dwell

But within doing so. Not facing a heart breaking decision, he left everyone behind, locked the door to your room and threw away the key.

Bringing you home is what he wanted most. And he knew if he just faltered the slightest, he would cave and you'd come running home.

Like litterally you'd run home, barefoot if you had too

So. No contact with you was best

But in response to those surpressed Emotions: Joyce was unfortunately sandwiched between

And arguements started, multiple, but just because Frank was the Punisher didnt mean she was leaving him alone.

During one of these said Arguments at his place, the phone rang, and Joyce answered it despite being told not to.

It was you, you sounded exhausted, tired, desperate to even talk to him, but before Joyce could say anything Frank just grabbed the phone not with anger, not snatching it out of her hand, but softly grabbing it and hanging it up

That explained alot to Joyce.

Meanwhile Y/n's litterally suffering during this training.

Sure combat was combat fighting came easy to her.

But it was the mental training.

The litteral mental torture while she tried not to break.

"Let me out."

Hellstrom sat in a chair, across from hers the chair backs touching each other. Both sat in said chairs facing one another.

"Let me out."

"I'll let you out when you face this-"

"Fuck you!" Y/n shouted.

Shouts and glass breaking could be heard from the other room. Her younger self shouting for her brother. Who Y/n knew had been knocked unconscious.

"I can't fuckin' train you if you don't break!" Hellstrom shouted back.

"Break?!" Y/n asked getting up, he following suit, "You want me to break!? Well it aint happenin! I've survied this! I conquered this! I won! So let me go. Now."

She pushed past him, he grabbing her by the bicep but she turned around quickly grabbing the half empty bottle on the table, pulling away from him.

"Hit me again. And I'll drop it." She threatened.

"I didn't hit you." Hellstrom defended himself.

Y/n looked at the bottle in hand, "I didn't-"

"Didn't what?" He asked, "Direct that towards me?"

Y/n set the bottle on the table, "I'm leaving. Be you like it or not."

Hellstrom watched her walk away, "so you dont want to the bottle of alcholol to go with that?"

"Fuck you Daimon!" Y/n argued walking towards the door seeing the Sanctum hallway infront of her, "thank you for not putting me in hells hallway."

"Yeah of course." He sighed, opening the bottle she once threatened to break, "Ask Strange to portal me some ice would you?"

Y/n walked out the room, closing it behind her with a slam. A pentagram branding the door almost as a in use bathroom sign.

You walked you way past Strange, who was telling you what needed to be done in training.

"Im leaving." Y/n told him walking into her room packing her bag.

"And where are you going to go-"

"Anywhere. But here." Y/n told, "Fuck your midnight sons, fuck magic and Fuck You."

"What good is doing you running away?" Stephen argued.

"Gets me away from New York. Im going to Hawkins-"

"You're not ready-"

"Im ready when I say Im ready." Y/n told turning to him, "Im ready."

"Very well." Stephen spoke, "go stay with Blaze for the rest of the day. I'll take you home tommrow."

Y/n grabbed her things, quickly packing her things.

Johnny Blaze was at the sanctum within the hour.

Thank god for him

He was quiet, and was a good listener while he usually worked on his bike

So you were more than glad when he picked you up on his bike

Just to take you back to his place where you both sat in a garage, he fixing up his bike, he never did stop working on.

"You can sleep wherever." He explained, "My bed is free."

Y/n sat on the futon, Johnny getting back to his bike.

"There's some pizza rolls in the freezer if ya want them."

"Thanks." Y/n spoke getting up.

"Get me a beer while your at it please.'

So you made pizza rolls and grabbed a beer and a old fashion creme soda.

Bringing it over he thanked you, and asked for a wrench on the table

Johnny Blaze was a quiet character compared to other midnight sons and despite his appearance when litterally a burning skull that worked with Hell flames he was a decent dude that liked the silence and working on his bike.

Often the listener of you retelling yours and Frank arguements

So he was quick to pick up that you were angry when he even picked you up

"So where did you and Frank hide out?" Johnny asked.

"Hawkins, Indiana." Y/n responded, handing him the beer he taking one of the pizza rolls from her plate as well, she taking the initiative to simply sit next to him.

"How was it?" He asked, holding a bolt between his lips, "Nothin like the city eh?"

"Yeah..." y/n spoke, "nothin like the city."

"That a good thing? Or a bad thing?"

"Im not sure..." y/n responded.

"What's so great about Hawkins then?"

Y/n laid back, knees up, plate on her stomach.

"You'd love it. Road. The road it just. Goes on. And on." Y/n told him, "and its just dead set in the middle of no where with trees beyond what you'd assume is the horzion. And a Quarry. Oh it's a beatiful sight..."

Johnny listened intently. Her drag off seemed...off, like there was suppose to a 'but,' and a long slew of bad things about Hawkins.

"But?" Johnny asked.

"But what?" Y/n questioned.

"But nothing?" He probed, "Nothing. Bad."

Y/n sat in thought, he looking down at her, "There's this. Guy."

"There it is..." he mummbled going back to work on his motorcycle, "Does this Guy, have a name?"

"Steve. Harrington." Y/n told, "he's. Something else...he's...sweet...like the color blue..."

She chuckled, "he's one hell of a baby sitter for sure."

"And whats this guy look like?"

Y/n thought, "he's got these beatiful brown eyes there dark usually, yet when they glass over they lighten, it's really a sadness in beauty thing, cheesey crap."

Y/n popped a pizza roll in her mouth, "Well don't worry. You're goin back tommrow, enjoy love while you can. You can't protect it once its gone."

Y/n was silent and probbed over Johnny's words, she looked up at the ceiling. He made a good point. She wanted to protect Steve.

"You've lost." Y/n explained sitting up, "before."

"Lost?" Johnny asked.

"Lost. Battles. Fights ya know....people." y/n told.

"Yeah... I have." He answered, "At the end of the day it's yourself that holds you back."

Y/n hummed in response.

The next day come, you knocking on the door to the Sanctum.

Stephen's surpised you came back on your own to get portaled back home

But you tell him you're staying, and just want to finish this training as quick as you can.

That includes Hellstrom's training in your own little hell

From that point on, you've vanished from Hawkins

No more Letters to the kids, Billy or Steve

Postcards are rare and so are newspaper clippings

Calls stop all together, especially to Frank

He catches himself staring at the phone sometimes thinking your going to call

But you dont

You want to get back to Hawkin's as soon as you can

And the only way to do that is to do this training.

7 days a week almost 24 hours a day you're busy.

Except for sleeping, they do make you sleep

You were busy just with mental training with Hellstrom and Strange

Until you started opening portals.

There not strong yet, but good enough for now

And because you can portal yourself places Training with the other midnight sons become a weekly thing.

Luckily trainning often happens in pairs or in a group

Especially the vampire group: Hanniable, Blade amd Morbius often come at you in one on three in combat training.

Sure you can handle one, maybe two. But by youself your getting floored every three seconds.

By the time you could actually dodge and actually fight the three at once it's nearing spring

And with constant training, you're able to fight, take down each one

You thought yes! You did it you were fucking done!

Here comes Jennifer Kale.

"NOO!"

"THATS RIGHT BITCH IM BACK!" Kale cheered.

"I thought I was done!" Y/n complained, covered in bandages and bruises, "I thought this was the last one!"

"Come on. Sure they could train you but lets be honest." She spoke, "you need a woman to train you."

"And thats suppose to mean what?" Morbius argued.

"Well with that response it means I ticked you off." She spoke with a smirk, "Just like I wanted. Plus I mean look at her."

"I think im fine-"

"Sweetie you're covered in bandages with baggy chlothes and Blades old vest." She told, "You could use lady time."

So there she was dragging you away, you mouthing "help me" to the men who stood there

They did nothing

And you're off to do some "girl time"

Which is litterally go and eat with somewhere

"So hows it go?"

"Im tired." Y/n explained.

"Well you are trying to squeeze every Midnight Son training you before Summer starts."

"I'd like to be with my dad for my birthday." Y/n explained, "since I didn't get christmas with him."

She smiled, "So. What do you want from me? You know training wise? Johnny's letting you build a hell on wheels bike, I know You've beat Marcs ass before. The Vampire gang is beatin the shit out of you and you them, Strange and Hellstrom got the mind part. What do you want from me?"

"How-"

"Magic." Jennifer told.

"Right.." Y/n mumbled eating some of her food.

"Yet you're still bothered." She explained, "What is it?"

"I've done the training. I've cut everyone off to focus on it. I beat the trio more than once. I can open portals and read every book in the libary. I've watched and accepted what Hellstrom's put infront of me. My own past, what I thought I conquered," Y/n explained, "So why am I still struggling."

"Well. Hellstrom is essentially using magic on you." She explained, "Magic gets deep inside you."

"But I don't get it. Hellstrom has been using his damn devil door the whole time. It's the same thing! Over and Over! It's the same damn day every damn time. Im there. In. In that room Billy and I-"

"Billy?" Jennifer asked, "You're brother? Billy Russo?"

"Yeah." Y/n explained.

"Ever think it's Billy in your way instead of yourself?" Jennifer infromed.

"No..he left....that same day. I watch him walk out that door 24/7 when Im in that damn hell hole." Y/n defended.

"You ever follow him out the door?"

"What?" Y/n asked, "no. Why would I? It's just generic hell beyond that point."

"Hellstrom's got a way with his doors." Jennifer informed, "He's arrgoant and an ass. Won't give you advice, rather you scream and shout at him. Till you cry. He's brutal. Try the door trick- Hey are you gonna eat your peice of cheesecake?"

"No here take it."

"Oh. Love the leather jacket by the way. Never liked brown to much myself."

"Yeah. Thanks."

So while you guys ate you talked about other things.

Nothing too big

She's said she teaching you in blocking magic and it's spells rather than teach you magic itself

So that training starts as soon as tommrow.

But what She had said about following your brother throughout what Hellstrom had set you in was something that plauged the back of your mind.

So you sit back at that crummy table, filled with alcholol and old mugs.

Hellstrom's smoking at the table reading a paper.

You got up, walking out the room the area familiar to you from the past. Its easy to follow the shouting, but before your even in the room, a young Billy Russo is rushing past you to leave.

Following him, he opens the front door despite the screaming and shouting in the background.

His steps are quick and almost hard to follow, you tripping over the tipped over hallway table.

He closed the door with a slam before you could get to him, you rushed to open the door after him hoping nothing had changed.

Yet when you open it and stumble out it the door closing on its own behind you and your left in a New York Alleyway.

Going to turn around to go back the door was gone

"Wait! Wait! Hellstorm! I don't have my sling ring! Hellstorm! Hello!?" Y/n called, unknown if she qas in a diffrent section of hell or in the real world.

She walked out of the alleyway. If this was hell or a diffrent part, Wow. The devil has been busy rendering and mapping out New York.

Y/n looked around, its night outside, and there's a bar across the street it' open and mildly busy.

Checking her pockets she had some cash on her. She walked across the street, jay walking like it was no ones bussniess. Walking inside she went to the bar.

"Can I help you kid?"

"Yeah. You sell food?'

"Yeah."

"Cool I'll have the cheapest thing on the menu." Y/n explained, "and change for the phone booth."

He took the money from her, she taking a seat next to a man in black.

"Hey Billy..."

"Hey..."

Y/n was quiet, "How'd you know?"

"I. Its a hunch." Y/n spoke softly, "We're siblings arent we?"

He took a drink of his beer, "If you found me this easy. Frank must he with you."

"No." Y/n responded, "Just me..."

"Ricardo." Billy spoke up catching the bartenders attention, "Get her a rootbeer float would you?"

"Yeah."

"Thanks." Y/n spoke with a smile, the man walking off to go make the drink with a nod.

It was silent for a moment, Y/n looking at the wooden bar.

"So. What have you been doing?" Billy asked, Y/n shurggung.

"Just the usual..." Y/n answered, "Im in highschool now...was."

"Wow." He spoke, "didnt work out for you?"

Y/n shrugged, "I..it was really...I really liked it."

A smile fell onto her face, "I really loved it."

"Where were you going then? To school?"

"I..can't..."

"Yeah." He spoke, Y/n slidding him the untouched root beer.

"Right. Sorry..."

Y/n thanked the man who set a bowl of chips and a rootbeer float infront of her, along with change.

"I wish I could...I shouldn't even be talking to you-"

"You could come with me any time. You know that." Billy quickly intruppted, wanting nothing more than to be with his sister once again.

"I...I know." Y/n responded, "Billy. I. Can't trust you no more. Not like I use too."

"I know. Me and Frank-"

"No. Its. You. Just you." Y/n responded, "You left me at Walsah's-"

"Don't say his name."

Y/n was silent, "Alright. You left me there. And I went back. And I killed him."

"It was you..."

"It was me." Y/n responded, "I did that because I love you. Because I thought that would make us close again. Maybe you'd come running. But you didnt. You ran. Again. But this time. You ran from me-"

"Me? You ghosted me. I'm your brother-"

"Is it bad that I needed time for myself?" Y/n responded, "I spent all my life, trying to grow up so when you see me again you'd be proud of me. But you werent coming back- you never did. So I killed Arthur Walsh and I did that for you. You Billy. And despite what you did. To me. To Frank. I still love you. You're my brother. But I betray the people who love me and have my back, just so I could be selfish and see you. So. Russo...next time I see you. Be ready for a fight."

Billy was shaking with anger, and tears glossed over both of there eyes. A final goobye.

Y/n got up, thanking the bar tender and walking away from Billy and out the door.

"Well I'll be damned." Daimon spoke up leaning against the glass, "Someone finally broke. Welcome to the Midnight Sons."

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