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#You don't remember any of the songs from avengers
widowmaxff · 3 months
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the magic of christmas
pairings: natasha romanoff × daughter!reader | aunt!wanda maximoff × fem!reader (all platonic)
warnings: angst, happy ending?, natasha being a really bad mother, reader sees wanda as a mother figure, really mom issues!
a/n: this was supposed to came out on christmas lmao sorry
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You hated Christmas. But not just it, you hated all the celebrations that reminded you that you had no one to spend it with. You hated seeing all those kids opening presents, hugging their parents and believing in the magic of Christmas. Maybe you just wanted that too. Maybe you just wanted a normal family. If you had a father would things be normal? Or maybe if it weren't you who came out of your mother's womb, maybe if it were someone else the family would be normal.
When you discovered that all that magic didn't exist, you were a kid, around seven years old. At that time you were at the Avengers Compound, the place was completely decorated while you stared open-mouthed at all those decorations. In the small apartment where you and your mother lived, it was not decorated like the big Tower. Natasha didn't care about that. So, you ran to every room in that big place to admire every bit of it. Soon, you arrived at the kitchen with your light steps and noticed your mother and uncle Steve talking with their backs to you.
“What did Y/n ask for for Christmas this year?” Rogers asks making you stop on your feet as you listened to their conversation.
"I don't know." your mother says. "Wanda always comes to my apartment a few days before to read the letter and buy her what she asked for." Your Auntie Wanda was your favorite person. She seemed to be the only one who cared about you. She was the one who helped you with your homework, who asked if you were okay, who knew your favorite food, color, movie, book and song. She knew everything a mother should know, that Natasha didn't know.
You never asked Natasha to help you with your homework, you never asked her if she would like to play with you or just watch a movie, because you knew she would say no. Since you gained awareness of your own mind and memories, you cannot remember any time when Natasha wished she was your mother.
"You should care about her a little more, you know." Your mother just takes a deep breath, she was starting to get annoyed talking about you.
"I didn't want a kid in the first place."
And it was on that day that you realized that this magic never existed, but Wanda did everything she could to make it exist in you. May you have a normal childhood that your mother would never give you.
That Christmas morning, all the Avengers were gathered around the Christmas tree, including you, who was sitting next to Wanda of course. Each of them opened some of the gifts scattered around while you just watched, quieter than usual. "Now it's your turn, my love." Your Auntie mutters to you, while all eyes were fixed on you. Walking to the tree and picking up your gift, you notice a letter attached to it that a little later that day you would read.
'From: Santa Claus
To: The Brilliant Y/n Romanoff'
It said on the package. You laugh for a second, knowing at that moment and from then on that the one who really would have given that to you was your Auntie Wanda. You delicately open the paper, trying to surprise it even though you knew what was underneath. Your eyes lit up when you saw the large plush of a white bunny with pink details. You never asked for expensive toys and things for Christmas, because you knew there were children in the world who deserved much more than you.
"He's so beautiful, I loved it." You spoke almost like a whisper, but the people around you could still hear you. You stroke the rabbit's soft white fur while smiling broadly. Your eyes stop on Wanda for a moment, who appreciated you with bright and affectionate eyes, happy to also make you happy. "Thank you so much, Auntie Wanda. I really love him."
The smile on Wanda's face disappears when you finish your speech. How did you know she was the one who bought you the gift? Was it that age when children stopped believing in Santa Claus? "Oh." Someone murmurs among the circle of people, falling into total silence as you get to your feet and return to your starting place. Laying your head on her shoulder, still stroking the bunny that became yout best companion on your days alone.
At that moment even your mother was silent, but her eyes never met you. But it doesn't change the fact that Natasha has a great eye, of course, she was once a assassin. You just wished that one time, she would use it to look at you.
You remember arriving at your apartment that same evening with your new stuffed animal clutched to your chest. You enter your room and sit on your bed. The letter that Wanda wrote - or that Santa wrote - was in your hands as you adjusted yourself into a more comfortable position. You open the envelope and notice the handwriting, with perfect letters.
'Dear Y/n Romanoff,
Over the year, I have observed your good behavior and the wonderful things you have done. Your kindness, generosity and efforts to be a better person did not go unnoticed. It fills me with joy to know that there are children as special and unique as you in the world.
I came here through this letter to tell you how important and special you are! Never forget that every day you bring great pride to everyone in your family, especially your mother. They are extremely grateful to have you by their side. They love you very much. Remember to always be that sweet and understanding girl that you are. Your smile and your laugh are bright and you should never stop showing them.
I hope you like your gift which I and someone who loves you dearly, chose from our hearts!
Lots of love, Santa.'
You read those words as if it were Wanda who had write, and it was really her. So the comfort of the lyrics made that magic of Christmas still be in your head, even if it was in the deep layers of your mind. You loved your Autie so much, and the way she wrote about you made you think that maybe some day Natasha would see you the way Wanda does. Your Auntie would always say that you were the most understanding girl in the world. You weren't sure about that, you just knew your mother couldn't take one more burden thing in her life.
And the next year, there was no letter for Santa on the table beside your bed.
Now you were 16, almost ten years since that magic ended for you. It was Christmas Eve again and you just wanted this season to pass. Your room was dark and you really thought about just spending the day lying in bed like some other days. But still, you got up.
You knew you wouldn't find your mother somewhere in the apartment, she was never here. It had been almost a week since you knew anything about her or had seen her. Natasha was probably on some mission or maybe she just didn't want to be breathing the same air as you, why would she want to? And it wasn't like you wanted to see her either. Every time you looked at or remembered her, your eyes begged to release tears.
It had been a few years since you really gave up trying to have her as a mother and having any hope that one day she would treat you like a daughter. So even if you met in some room in the apartment, no words were exchanged between you two, and that was okay with you. Natasha always kept food in the apartment and left you an 'allowance' at the end of the month, maybe this was her way of showing you that she still cared, or maybe she was just doing the minimum.
The ringing of your cell phone in the almost empty kitchen takes you out of your thoughts. You place the coffee mug on the table and reach for the device. 'Auntie Wanda' said the name on the screen and a smile appears on your face automatically. "Hi, dear." It's the first thing you hear when you answer the call, making some of your frustration go away.
"Good morning, Auntie Wanda." You respond, trying not to seem discouraged so that you wouldn't be another burden on Maximoff's life, but it seemed like she always knew when something was wrong with you. "I called you to see if you wanted to spend Christmas with us?" She asks. You really have nothing against Wanda's family - now made up of Vision and their twins, Billy and Tommy -, you just felt that being around them during that festive season that was supposed to be spent among families was like you were an intruder at the moment.
"Oh." You stop for a moment. It was obvious that you wanted to, but the guilt grew even more in you for invading that family. "I don't- I think I'll just stay here today."
"I'm not taking that for an answer!" She laughs, making you roll your eyes but with a smile on your face. "The kids miss you and I even bought matching pajamas for us!"
"Right, right! I want to spend Christmas with you, Auntie Wanda." You speak, hearing your aunt's excited screams on the other end of the call. "Vision will pick you up in... one hour. Okay?" You hummed for her quickly saying goodbye to go pack your things before your Uncle Vision shows up at the door to get you.
After hearing Wanda say that they really wanted you that holiday season, something in you lit up. Maybe Christmas isn't that bad, you just haven't experienced the good part of it. The part where you feel loved by the people around you and who really care about you.
You put your backpack on your back with some things you would probably need if you wanted to spend Christmas away from home. You put on your headphones, stopping for a few seconds to choose a song, but the sound of keys in the front door made you completely stop what you were doing. Natasha was finally home. A part of you thought that maybe she would be back to spend Christmas with you, but you knew deep down that it was impossible.
She enters the living room and looks at you, who was still looking at your phone choosing some music. Your mother looks at the backpack and the shoes next to you that you were still putting on, making her tilt her head. "Where are you going?"
You frown. "Auntie Wanda invited me to spend Christmas at her house." Why? Why do you care? - you almost asked, but decided to just keep your head down, not laying your eyes on her.
"Are you going to walk there?" You see from the corner of your eyes Natasha crossing her arms.
"No. Uncle Vision will come get me in a bit." You reach for your shoes next to you and start putting them on a little faster than usual, perhaps trying to escape that uncomfortable moment where you and your mother finally exchange a few words after more than two weeks.
She nods. "Um... do you want me to pick you up tomorrow?" Natasha murmurs, making you finally lay your eyes on her.
"Why do you care now?"
“... Because you’re my daughter, Y/n.”
"Daughter? You know you've done really good ignoring me my whole life." You remain calm and with a low voice, getting up from the sofa and collecting your things.
Natasha takes a deep breath. "Okay, then you can come back with Vision or something." She uncrosses her arms and leaves the living room, heading towards the kitchen. Excellent. When your mother finally gives you some attention, you ruin everything, as always. You roll your eyes and head out of the apartment. The quicker you get away from her, the less guilty you feel.
[...]
"I missed you so much!" Wanda hugged you tightly as you hugged back, making you laugh.
"I saw you last week, Auntie Wanda." You say. She rolls her eyes before running the palm of her hand through your hair and ruffling it.
"Yes, and it's a long time!" She kisses your forehead and holds your hand, pulling you through the large house towards the living room, where the twins were. "Come on, the boys missed you." You laugh at her enthusiasm, feeling loved by that family.
"Y/n!" The boys shout your name when they see you. They quickly get up from the sofa and throw themselves on top of you, hugging you.
You mess up their hair, imitating your Auntie Wanda's action from earlier. They lead you towards their toys, making you sit on the floor and play with them. You did this without any complaints, because you adored the twins and deep down, you considered them your little brothers, consequently considering Wanda as your mother too - but you would never tell any of them that.
"I'm so excited for Santa to bring our presents!" Billy says as he moves one of his toys through the air. “What did you ask for Christmas this year, Y/n?”
You didn't know what to answer: the truth ruining their Christmas or lying? You obviously chose the second option. "I didn't ask for anything. We don't have a Christmas tree at home, so Santa can't bring me what I ask for." You make up anything, trying not to talk about how the old man hadn't been in your life for a long time.
"Do you think if we put a letter from you here at home he would bring your gift tonight?" Tommy asks. You place one of their toy characters next to another, as if they were fighting.
"I don't think so. Santa Claus has probably already seen all the things the kids want. But it's okay, you two don't need to worry about that," You speak to them. "you guys need to worry about... the tickle monster!" You 'attack' the two boys with tickles, making them laugh until they can't take it anymore. Billy and Tommy get up and start running around the house, screaming at you.
Wanda and Vision, who were hugging each other sitting on the sofa, laugh at the three of you. You get up from the floor and fix your clothes. "I'll find you two! Don't hesitate to run!" You speak loudly to them as they continue to run around. Wanda looks at you lovingly, making you feel at home.
That Christmas Eve was incredible. You watched a lot of Christmas movies and it seemed like every time someone did something affectionate towards you, all your problems would go away and that parental void would gradually be filled. "Come on, Y/n! We have to go to sleep or Santa won't show up with our presents!" Billy says as he jumps on his bed excited to wake up in the morning and see all his orders under the Christmas tree.
You were ready to go to bed in the guest room, which for years could be considered your own room in the Maximoff's house. "Okay, I'm leaving!" You laugh at the boy, leaving a kiss on his forehead and saying goodnight. The other boy, on the contrary, had already been under the covers for a few minutes, probably dreaming about the next morning.
You walk towards the door seeing your Auntie Wanda looking at you affectionately as she waited for you to say goodnight to the boys. You close the door and walk with her to the guest room - or yours. "I'm glad you agreed to spend Christmas here." She says, sitting next to you on the bed.
"Me too. You guys make me like this kind of festive season."
"You know you're always welcome here, right? The twins even see you as a big sister." Wanda tilts her head, looking at you deeply.
"Really?"
"Yeah. And I feel like I raised you all your life for them to feel this way." You lower your head looking at your sock covered feet with Santa. "You did and I'm glad you did it. I can't imagine myself without at least a little affection from someone older."
"I will always take care of you, my love." She leans in and leaves a kiss on your head, stroking your hair subtly. "Now, go to sleep or Santa Claus won't show up!" You laugh, rolling your eyes at her before getting under the covers.
[...]
"Y/n wake up!" The door is opened brutally as the boys run towards him on the bed. You grunt as they start jumping on your bed and screaming your name. "We need to see if Santa brought our presents!" Billy shakes your body making you laugh briefly.
"So, let's go!" You get out of bed, pushing the two screaming boys towards the door again. Wanda and Vision were outside laughing at the three of you again.
The boys run towards the stairs, almost falling on the way. You follow the twins to the living room and when they get there, Tommy and Billy's eyes light up when they see the Christmas tree filled with gifts with different colored wrappers underneath it. They run towards the presents before looking with lost puppy eyes at their parents. "Can we open them now? Please!" Tommy asks Vision and Wanda who were walking towards their children.
"Of course you can."
The boys' parents and you sit on the big sofa in the living room, watching Billy and Tommy open their toys. With each gift opened, they ran in front of you to show you each present - with you having reactions of interest to the objects. At the end of that mess of gift wrappers and toys thrown around the living room there were still two big presents under the Christmas tree, but you were too distracted by the boys showing you the toys to notice.
"Oh, I think there are still two gifts missing." Wanda says, making you smile at the boys knowing how excited they are to open more presents. "But you've already opened all yours, haven't you?" She says to the twins, who smile widely at her, nodding in agreement. "I think it's for the other child here."
They all look at you, making you frown. "For me...? But I-"
"Open your presents, Y/n!" Billy rushes you, making you shrug and walk towards the gifts with a little nervousness. You hadn't done this in so long, you didn't even know how to react to this kind of thing. You place the smallest of them on your lap, looking at the small tag written in pretty handwriting glued to the wrapping paper.
'From: Mom Wanda, Dad Vision
and your two little brothers,
Tommy and Billy
To: The Brilliant and Lovable Y/n'
Y/n looked around the room, her eyes settling on the smiling figures that now filled the space. For the first time, you felt the comforting warmth of belonging.
You turn to the first gift, delicately opening the light blue wrapping. You gasp when you see three vinyl records of your favorite albums. Recently, Vision had given you the record player that he kept but was barely used along with an album by The Beatles. You spent hours and hours listening to the same album that Vision gave you, since you didn't have much money saved to buy others. But now, you could listen to three more full albums.
"Oh- my God!" You shake your head. You look down at the vinyl records on your lap, looking like you've seen something magical. "This is- thank you so, so much! I can't believe it!"
"You're welcome, dear." Wanda says with a large smile on her face. "Now open the other one."
You had a gigantic smile on your face, delicately placing your three new vinyl records on the floor, immediately picking up your other gift. "I didn't need any of this, really." You murmur to the elders in the living room. Wanda shakes her head and moves her hands for you to open your last gift.
You again gently remove the purple wrapping from a slightly heavier box. When you open the lid your eyes widen at the things inside. You start to take out canvases, brushes, paints and many other drawing things from the box. Your eyes sparkled with your new materials. You loved drawing and painting in your daily life, you usually spent drawing and listening to vinyl music, that helped you concentrate on what you were doing and not think abou your life too much.
"Thank you! Thank you so much!" You were almost crying with happiness when you received all those things.
The family setting was new, but the feeling of safety and love was overwhelming. You realized that you were no longer alone, that now there was someone to share your joys and sadness. The emotion showed in your smile and teary eyes, because you had finally found an emotional home and people who loved you. You wanted to cry because when you received those things, you finally realized that those people cared about you.
You didn't hate Christmas. You didn't hate all the celebrations. You didn't hate seeing the twins opening presents, hugging their parents and believing in the magic of Christmas. Now you had that too. Maybe now you just had a normal family. Or maybe it didn't matter who gave birth to you. Who really mattered were the people who care about you, who really love you. And the magic of Christmas really was inside you somewhere, and that family managed to bring it back.
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nicoline1998enilocin · 9 months
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Hopelessly devoted to you
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PAIRING | Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Female!Reader
WORD COUNT | 4.1K
SUMMARY | You and Bucky have been pining over each other for a long time, but both of you are too afraid to take the next step. This all comes to a halt when Tony throws a Grease-themed party, and the two of you dress up as the main characters in the movie.
WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning, do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Two idiots in love, too much love for the movie Grease.
A/N | SO, I was watching Grease again, and this idea popped in my head and hasn't left my brain so far, so you can all enjoy it with me. I will forever have a crush on John Travolta in that movie so now I'm turning it into my other crush aka Bucky Barnes 👀
RIP Olivia Newton-John, you were the best Sandy we all could have wished for 🖤
Likes and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜
Main Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist | Read on AO3
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It is your turn tonight to pick out the movie night, and you have been wanting to watch your guilty pleasure film again for as long as you can remember, even though not everyone is as into it as you are. ''None of you have a choice, we're watching Grease tonight!'' you said with the widest smile on your face you can make. You heard multiple grunts from your fellow Avengers, they already know you will sing along to every single song, and they weren't happy about it. It's not because you can't sing, they have all praised you multiple times for the fact that you can sing well, but you just get very much into it. ''I'm looking forward to it, doll, I haven't seen it,'' Bucky said, and your mouth practically fell on the floor. ''You're kidding me, right? Oh, you have to sit next to me because now I want to know your reaction!'' you said happily before running out of the kitchen to get the snacks for tonight.
''What?'' he said quirking an eyebrow, he didn't understand what was going on. ''Oh you're gonna have quite the experience tonight, there's a reason we usually don't sit near her when she picks the movies,'' Sam told him with a bit of a snicker in his voice. ''Well, I think it's going to be fun, and I don't mind sitting close to Y/N during movie night,'' Bucky said with a shrug, you usually snuggled up to him and he didn't mind, it was always the highlight of his day. Tonight wasn't any different, he even bought you an extra soft and warm blanket to use during movie nights since you always ran colder than the average person. You didn't hear any of the conversations that were going on, and even though you were mostly fine with it, it still stung a little that they reacted that way when you chose the movies.
You texted Bucky that you were going to the grocery store to pick up the snacks, and he asked if you could maybe pick up some Reese's peanut butter cups for him, and you would gladly do so. You went to the parking garage and walked over to your bike, it was a beautiful day and you could easily fit snacks in both your bike as well as your backpack. It was also a good way to clear your head a little bit, so you drove around New York for a bit, towards your favorite place in the whole city with a beautiful view of the Statue of Liberty. Ever since you came here many years ago, you could never get enough of seeing it, and you parked your bike before sitting down with your back against a tree, looking at the view.
After sitting there for 30 minutes, you decide to FaceTime Bucky, because you were still not feeling all too well. ''Oh, I've got to take this,'' Bucky said to everyone before quickly walking to his bedroom, he didn't want everyone to know it was you FaceTiming him. ''Hi doll, what's going on?'' he said as he picked up, the phone perched up against the wall in his kitchenette as he prepared a snack. ''Hey, not much, just feeling a little shitty about what happened earlier. I was honestly really looking forward to watching Grease, but now I feel like I should have picked something else,'' you said, trying to fight back the tears. ''You know they're just assholes, right? They don't get to make my girl feel like that,'' he said and your stomach did a little flip when he said that.
He often called you his girl when he was talking to you, but never to anyone else, which was exactly why he walked away from the rest. ''Yeah, I know, but that doesn't make it suck any less though. Thought maybe a bike ride through the city would help, but as evident by the phone call, it didn't,'' you said and gave a weak smile. ''Doll, look at me, please. If you're not up for it, we could watch the movie, just the two of us, tonight, and the rest can all watch a shitty movie that no one likes anyway,'' he offered, but you shook your head. ''Thanks, but that would only mean I'll give in to them and I will never give them that satisfaction,'' you said with a giggle. ''I'm just gonna head to the store and get ready for the movie night, I wanna snuggle up to my favorite super soldier again tonight. You might want to warn Steve he won't be sitting alone tonight,'' you said laughing, but Bucky looked at you with a serious expression.
''Just kidding cowboy, don't get so riled up!'' you said with a laugh. ''You're the only one I want to snuggle with and you know it,'' and Bucky's expression softened immediately, and a twinkling appeared in his eyes. God, you were so over the moon for that man, but you were just too afraid to take the first step. So for now, you would be perfectly content with flirting and snuggling during movie nights. ''Alright, now let's go to the store before I'll die of hunger without my Reese's,'' Bucky said dramatically. ''Okay okay, going now! See you later,'' you said before waving goodbye and hanging up. Talking to him always made you feel better.
When you finally made it to the store you decided to grab Bucky's favorite cookies too as a surprise, together with the Reese's because he helped you feel better earlier, it was the least you could do. The drive back to the Compound was much better, and before you knew it you were back in the parking garage. ''Hi doll, how are you feeling now?'' Bucky said when he walked in, hands in his pockets as he looked you up and down, he was gone for you the second he learned you love riding your motorbike too, just like him. ''A lot better thanks to you. Would you mind helping me with the groceries? I got a lot more than intended,'' you said and he happily agreed. When everything was stashed away you muttered a thank you before kissing him on the corner of his mouth, leaving him stunned for a good few minutes.
''Buck? Everything okay?'' Steve asked when he walked into the kitchen, and he saw Bucky standing there with a huge grin on his face, cupping his cheek where you kissed him minutes earlier. ''Yeah...'' he sighed but the grin never left his face. ''Okay, let's get you out of here before you're growing attached to the floor,'' Steve said laughing, he knew damn well this was your doing. Bucky has told him all about his crush on you numerous times, he told him every single thing he noticed about you that made his heart race, or gave him goosebumps. ''God, I never thought I could ever be in love with someone so badly,'' he once told Steve, and it was a good look on him. Better than the grumpy persona he usually shows.
~ During movie night ~
''Everyone ready?'' you asked and the sigh you heard didn't go unnoticed by you, but you started the movie regardless before walking over to Bucky, who was all ready for you with the blanket he got you a while back. ''Hi doll,'' he said softly with a smile as you sat down, this time wasting no time to snuggle up to Bucky as he rested his arm across your shoulders. You didn't bother looking behind you, instead focussing completely on the movie, and as soon as the opening scene on the beach started, you got goosebumps. There were snacks opened and drinks shared around, and everyone got comfortable. As much as they acted to not like it, they still enjoyed watching it now and again. You kept looking over at Bucky to see his reaction at certain points, and you were belting along with every single song in the movie.
When your favorite song arrived, you couldn't help but sing it for Bucky, especially now that he was sitting right next to you. The moment Sandy started singing ''Hopelessly Devoted To You'', you couldn't take your eyes off of him, or more specifically off of his lips. He listened to your voice, god he could listen to you singing forever and never get sick of it. When the last notes of the song died down, Bucky softly leaned into you. When your lips barely brushed past each other, Tony almost choked on his drink and both of your faces snapped up to him to see if he was okay. He made a motion that showed he was okay now, but the moment between you and Bucky was gone, so you turned back to the movie, sighing deeply and laying your head on Bucky's shoulder.
The rest of the movie was more of the same, you singing along and the rest of the Avengers just having fun watching the movie while eating snacks. When the movie was over, everyone stayed for a little while and talked about the movie, just like they did every time you chose the movie. You and Bucky were in a deep discussion about what he thought about it, and he couldn't stop mentioning how good you would look if you would wear those kinds of outfits. ''I think it would suit you, doll. You'd fit perfectly into the 40s with a dress like that,'' he said with a wink, and you can't help but think about that a little more. ''You two can talk about your roleplaying fantasies when we're not here!'' Tony joked and you turned bright red, it was almost as if he read your mind.
During your discussion with Bucky, neither of you heard about the fact that Tony wanted to throw a Grease-themed party for the two of you to finally get together. Everyone sees how much you've been pining over one another so this would be the perfect moment. ''So? Will the two of you come to my party too?'' Tony said after that. ''Party?'' ''What party?'' Bucky and you asked at the same time. ''My costume party of course! I think the two of you should get dressed as Sandy and Danny from Grease, don't you think?'' he asked the rest of them agreed wholeheartedly. You looked at Bucky and shrugged your shoulders. ''Sounds like fun, I'll be there. What about you, Buck?'' you looked at him with hopeful eyes. He wasn't planning on going, but when you look at him like that, he couldn't possibly say no. ''Sure, but I won't dress up!'' he said with a grunt.
~ The days leading up to Tony's party ~
The last few days, you've been more excited than ever to go to one of Tony's parties. In all fairness, the most time was spent convincing Bucky to dress up too, and he finally gave in after you showed him the outfit you were going to wear. It truly reminded him of his past and he almost bent you over his kitchen counter right then and there when you walked out in your costume, but he didn't want to ruin your friendship by doing that. He didn't know that you were secretly hoping he'd do just that, because that is the exact reason you showed him, but he didn't give in. ''Oh, I can't wait to see what you will look like in your costume! Although, there's not much of a change to your look from now...'' you said, Bucky usually wore all black with a leather jacket anyways.
The one thing you didn't tell Bucky, however, is that you were planning on doing an outfit change to truly catch his attention, which may or may not have been Tony's idea. At first, you were against it, but when he explained his plan, you accepted it eventually. ''Also, I don't think I'll be able to get much dancing in during the party, since Tony asked me to be the singer of the evening instead of hiring someone,'' you told him. ''Really? That's amazing doll, I love hearing your voice when you sing,'' he said before you walked back into his bathroom to change into your regular clothing again. ''Did you maybe want to go for a ride when I'm changed?'' you ask him, and he turns bright red, still thinking about you in the outfit you just wore and what he wanted to do to you.
''Uh, only if you want to, doll,'' he said and he tried to look busy when you walked out in your normal clothes. ''Well, I wouldn't ask if I didn't want to,'' you said with a laugh. ''It would be nice to ride around the city with both our bikes again. Maybe you could give me a tour of Brooklyn while we're at it? I recall you saying you've been wanting to do that for a while,'' you said and he finally realized what you were saying. ''Oh, yeah you're right! Do you want to take both? I think it might be nice if we take mine so I could give you a nice tour of Brooklyn,'' he said, hoping you would say yes. ''We could maybe even bring some snacks for the ride?'' and with that, you agreed. ''Okay, but only if I get to choose the snacks!'' you say and walk out the door to get ready. ''It's a date!'' he says and you smile before closing the door.
Both of you changed into more appropriate clothes to wear on his motorbike before he took you on the tour, and it was a sight to behold. The two of you drove through Brooklyn for hours, mostly because Bucky constantly slowed down or stopped somewhere to tell you all about his memories, and it truly felt special to share this moment with him. Just the two of you, not a single care in the world, sharing memories that he can still remember after everything that has been done to him. When the sun started to go down, Bucky drove to a bit of a secluded spot where you won't be seen so easily, so the two of you could enjoy the sunset together without being bothered. The downside of being an Avenger is that everyone wanted something from you most of the time, and this would ensure that wouldn't happen.
''Oh wow, I love it here Bucky,'' you tell him as you overlook grassy fields and the sun starting to sink behind them. ''I hoped you would, I like to think of this as my - and now our - special place,'' he said with a soft look on his face, while he gave you a little smile. He sat down against a tree after getting the snacks you brought with you as well as some drinks you brought with you. He spread his legs out in front of him and invited you to sit in between them, which you gladly accepted. Your back was resting against his chest which you could slowly feel rising and falling, your head laying against his shoulder and his arms wrapped delicately around your waist, hands resting on your stomach. Neither of you wanted this moment to end.
''Thank you for everything, Bucky. You're honestly the best friend I could have ever wished for,'' you tell him, and Bucky feels something inside him snap at the word 'friend'. Because that's all you were at this moment, friends. ''You always know exactly how to make me feel like the most special person in the world, and I honestly wouldn't want to have it any other way,'' you told him before letting out a sigh and sinking into his hold even more, your cheek resting just below his collarbone. ''I love you, doll,'' he said at that moment, he couldn't keep it in any longer, and right now seemed like the perfect moment to tell you. You looked up at him with wide eyes, wondering if you heard him right. ''Buck...'' you said, and you saw his face fall when you said that. ''No, Buck, listen to me. I love you too, so incredibly much, and I'm very happy to spend this beautiful evening with you right now,'' you said as you put a hand on his cheek, softly brushing through his stubble.
''I can think of a way to make it even more perfect, though,'' Bucky said and he leaned in to kiss you, but something in this universe didn't want the two of you to kiss. You could feel each other's breaths on your lips as they brushed together ever so subtly when his phone rang and disturbed the moment, snapping both of you out of it right away. ''I'm going to kill whoever is on the other end of that fucking phone,'' he said as he fished his phone out of his pocket, and he saw it was Steve calling. ''What do you want, Rogers?'' he snarled at the man on the other end. ''Wow, Buck, easy! Did I interrupt something?'' he asked and Bucky just grunted as a response, he wasn't going to tell him the two of you almost kissed before he had to ruin it.
''Well, the reason I'm calling is because I need both of you back at the Compound as soon as possible, Fury is sending everyone on an emergency mission and we need everyone so you two lovebirds better get here now,'' he said with a chuckle. ''Fuck off, Rogers. We'll be there,'' he said before quickly hanging up. He immediately softened up when he looked at you, ''I'm so sorry doll, but we have to go back to the Compound for an emergency mission that everyone is required to go on,'' he said with a sigh. ''I think we're gonna have to resume our perfect night another time,'' you said before giving a peck on his cheek. ''Want me to ride back this time?'' you ask, even though Bucky usually didn't let anyone else ride his bike beside himself. ''Okay, but you better not tell anyone before everyone wants to do it!'' he said and the both of you got on.
~ The evening of Tony's party ~
The mission went even better than expected, and now it was finally time to enjoy Tony's party. You haven't seen Bucky all day today, but you got ready a bit earlier since you were preparing to sing that night, and your hair and make-up were perfect for your first outfit. Towards the end of the night, you would go and change into the iconic outfit Sandy wears at the end of the movie, but no one besides you and Tony knew about that plan. He brought up the idea and even though you were a little unsure at first, Tony managed to convince you to do it. Right now, you were wearing a light pink dress with dots on it and the biggest petticoat you could find, making you feel like a real-life doll. You sent Bucky a picture of your finished outfit, and he couldn't believe his eyes, you looked perfect.
He had asked Nat to help him out with his outfit, or more specifically his hair, because he wanted to go all out for you and there was only one way to do just that. Nat was cutting his hair to look exactly like that of Danny's in the movie and even though it was a big change, he has been thinking about cutting his hair for a long time. Nat saw the picture and couldn't get over how gorgeous you look right now. ''She went all out for it, she's the most beautiful woman at the party tonight,'' she said. She would dress up as Rizzo and Wanda would go as Frenchie, with some other female colleagues dressing as Marty and Jan.
The T-birds would consist of Bucky as Danny, and Steve, Tony, Clint, Scott, and Thor would dress up as the rest of their friend group. When Nat was done and Bucky's hair was styled, he was honestly unrecognizable at this moment. His clothes looked the same as he always wore, but the hair made him look handsome, and a lot younger which suited him. ''If Y/N won't make a move now, she really must have hit her head, because you look irresistible,'' Nat said with a wink before walking out the door to get dressed. ''Have fun tonight, and keep me posted,'' she said and Bucky just laughed, all he needed to do now was shave and the look would be complete.
By the time 8 PM arrived, people were slowly trickling into the party room, but Tony gave strict instructions to everyone that no one would be allowed to wear the iconic Sandy look, and everyone listened. You were getting ready to sing for tonight and you started with a few songs that were fitting in the world of Grease, and the people were taking photos and videos of you singing, this would honestly be a good boost for your social profile and you didn't mind it at all, you loved to sing anyways. By the time Tony officially announced that the party started, the band began playing the tune of the opening song and most of the guests sang right along while dancing.
You sang a few songs, and finally, you spotted Bucky at the bar talking to Steve, and he occasionally looked over at you. When you realized he completely changed himself, you really couldn't wait to surprise him later. He shot a few winks the way that made you falter a little in your singing, but no one seemed to notice, and you were glad you could finally announce that you would take a short break and be back later for the finale of your songs, after which a DJ would take over the music. Bucky wasn't the only one transforming, you went to the hairdressers earlier to dye your hair blond to completely undergo your transformation.
''Alright, let's get you out of these clothes and into the clothes Sandy would wear,'' Tony said and you did as he said, not caring he was in the room because you had a bit of a time limit right now, and you still needed to do your hair and make-up too. Tony had gotten Nat out of the crowd to help you with your hair and she audibly gasped when she saw you in the new outfit. ''Damn, if Bucky isn't going to make a move on you now, I'm taking you with me tonight!'' she joked and you laughed when we put on the shoes. ''So, if you do my hair, I'll do my make-up and then I'll go back out,'' you said, and within 30 minutes you were completely transformed and ready to go back out.
Nat already went back into the room and took Bucky front and center to the stage, so he could witness your transformation firsthand, even though he didn't want to. ''Come on, it'll be her last song of the night, so you have to be there to show your support!'' she said and after some more convincing he and the rest of the Avengers made their way to the front of the room. The starting notes of 'You're The One That I Want' started playing and you walked out in your outfit, getting audible gasps from every single person in the room. Bucky couldn't believe what he saw, and his mouth was hanging open when you walk on stage and started singing. Not to the room, no, you sang for Bucky.
Towards the end of the song you pulled him on stage, and when the song ended, you seductively walked up to him and grabbed him by the back of his neck before planting your lips on his, finally getting the kiss both of you have been craving for so long. He immediately deepened it and it earned both of you a few shouts of approval from the room before letting go. ''Fuck, you look gorgeous, doll. Can't take my eyes off of you now,'' he said before going in for more kissing. This time he pulled away from the kiss first, and you finally told him what has been on your mind this whole time. ''Bucky, do you want to be the Danny to my Sandy, and be my boyfriend?'' you said, and he nodded happily, kissing you in a response while grabbing you closer, and that was the perfect start of the rest of your lives together.
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- Specimen Girl -
Yan!Dottore×Fem Reader
Dead Dove : Do Not Eat
Yes, it's all based off the lyrics to Specimen Girl's song lol. Also I aint a medical student so let's just pretend what Dottore does is scientifically true lol
Gore description (maybe), delusional Dottore, reader got kidnapped and 'operated' by Dottore (eyes gouged, arms and legs numbed down), necrophilia but you can almost ignore it if you stick with Dottore's delusions, cannibalism (eating your heart), suicide (you and Dottore)
some comfort: Sandrone tried to avenge you but Dottore said bye-bye first lol (don't worry she'll dishonor Dottore's death with Columbina for you instead). I've also toned down lots of things and scenes so yeah, I've warned you so don't come at me
Will mention reader's past a bit near the end of the story.
Word Counts 4.1k
01・Let’s gouge out your eyes
00・that way, you won’t look at anyone else
Dottore's finger dances on your face, his thumb slowly caressing the skin around your left eye. You try to break free from your restraint but fail nonetheless. Bruises formed on both your wrist and ankle, burning from the friction of the restraints whenever you struggle. Your eyes dilate in fear and pain as Dottore presses his scalpel on your lower eyelid.
"Say, Senior, why did you stare at that bastard so lovingly?"
He presses the blade even deeper now, drawing out blood from the cut. You scream from the burning sensation, writhing under his restraint which earns a chiding from Dottore.
"Ah ah ah. If you won't stop wriggling, the operation will not be neat anymore" he chides you as he brings his palm to your tear-stained cheek, blowing wind to your eyes as though he's mocking your pitiful state.
"W-why, wh-why me? Lo-lord Ha-Ha-Harb-Harbinger, I-I have ne-never even o-once shown a-any-"
Dottore shushes you down. He knows what you were trying to say. That you have been nothing but a good citizen. That you have never even once disregarded Tsaritsa nor opposed her rule.
"Like I said earlier, this," Dottore presses the scalpel inside your eye socket, cutting down the nerves of your eyes as you scream in pain "is only your punishment because you've been giving your attention to someone that's not me"
Each second feels like you are being skinned alive, flapping like how a fish would be on the ground. Dottore slowly circles the scalpel around your eyeball, cutting every nerves it can find. Your left eye has already lost its sight the moment the blade cuts one of the nerves, blood flowing out like a waterfall.
"Aw! Don't leave me just yet! What's the point of this punishment if you are not here with me?" Dottore bites your lip, drawing out blood from it. You can feel the steel taste of it and it makes you feel sick. Your stomach can't even tie any knots anymore at this rate.
Dottore humms down a tune as though he is trying to calm you down. It's the tune you used to hum during your study in ʏɿoƚimɿob and almost everyone knows that it's your little song that you'll use to ease people down.
And not for a maniac humming it.
Dottore pulls out your left eyeball easily, observing it closely before he kisses it and shoves it for you to see. Better remember how it looks like before you can no longer see anymore right?
"Go on, observe how beautiful your eye is Senior. Oh? Maybe you should also..." Dottore places your eyeball right next to his beautiful ruby eyes "remember how your Junior's eyes look like" Dottore grins maniacally.
Without being said, you've long memorized your captor's appearance. Ruby eyes, teal hair, and visible sharp pointed teeth whenever he talks or grins.
And how red his tongue is as he licks your eyeball.
Time's up and all you see next is how Dottore places your eyeball into a container with fluids in it. Probably to preserve your eyeball. And what about the other jars? Oh god no. Why did you think about the other jar when you were trying to-
"I won't allow you to avert your thoughts away, Senior" Dottore kisses your right eye, slightly licking it as though your eyes are nothing but sweet candies for him. Again, the scalpel comes into sight and
"So please bear with it, Senior ♡"
The last thing you tried to focus on was his pointed teeth that were revealed as he grinned.
You scream atop of your lungs and drowned into oblivion after that.
04・Let’s cut off your hands and feet
00・that way, you won’t touch anyone else
You might not be able to see anymore but even you can make out where you are right now. A bed. You can feel something tight wrapping around your eyes. Bringing your shaky hands toward your eyes, you can feel just how empty your eye sockets are now.
It hurts.
You cry out but what comes out was not crystal clear tears but instead, blood.
Why must you feel this pain again even in this world?
What had you done wrong to him? You knew he was a harbinger and you had never even once insulted him, right? You cry to yourself before realizing that you are no longer restrained. Run.
And so you run, bumping toward everything but still manage to reach the door. You frantically turn the door knob and swing the door open, running toward the empty hall despite bumping into lots of things.
And you bump into a man. It's not him right? Judging from their groans, it's probably someone else.
"H-help! Help me! P-pl-please! I- I, so-someone" your hands frantically try to find their way toward the man's, looking for support.
Oh if only you were still able to see, you could have seen how the pale the man was as he shook in fear. Even so, the man stayed silent and
Splat
You feel something... gushes toward your face. Some kind of fluid. It doesn't take long for you to identify what it was after the fluids find their way toward your tongue.
The man's body slumped down and you threw yourself backward. What just happened? You don't know, you can't see anything!
Losing your own balance, you fell down on your butt. Still in shock, you frantically feel the blood on your face. Realization hits you and you realize, the man has been killed in front of you. You scream in horror as you wipe your face frantically, smearing the blood even more. It's getting harder to distinguish which is yours and which is his.
"Senior"
Dottore's voice cut your mind in half immediately. You twitch in fear, this man is still here with you. You can feel him walking toward you, his footsteps are not heavy but sharp nonetheless. He stops in front of you, crouching down, he yanks you by your ankle toward him.
"Come to think of it..." his fingers slowly caressing your ankle "I haven't punished your feet too hm?" Horrors shot inside your body. No no no. You have enough of being blind, now to become an immobile porcelain doll altogether? You shook your head vigorously, a bunch of incoherent babbles of begging won't stop him.
"And this hand..." you cry even louder as he yanks you up to your feet "I shouldn't allow it to touch anybody else anymore right?" He gives the back of your palm a kiss "Mmh, let's proceed with it now"
He drags you toward somewhere you don't even wish to know. Smells of antiseptics and blood invade your nose. It's your biggest nightmare now. You thrash under his grip but it barely does anything, especially with how weak your pitiful state is now.
He lays you down on a chair this time, your hands and legs taped onto something plushy. Dottore hums the tune again. Instead of making you feel better, it only makes your stomach churn in fear again. Clinking noises, pokings, and pricking your skin, you feel how the foreign fluids enter your body.
It's not anesthesia to your demise.
Left wrist, right wrist, left ankle, right ankle.
You feel your whole body boiling in pain. Your scream never bothers him as it's much more regarded as music for his ear instead. Your eyes wound reopen as you cry, blood flowing out like a waterfall.
It didn't take long for you to finally choke on your own sobs, how you can no longer feel your arms and legs.
How you no longer wriggle in pain and fear.
Dottore kisses your sweating forehead as he wipes all the blood off your face.
"You did great, Senior ♡"
01・Why did you, although I am here,
00・sleep with other men?
Dottore's eyes did not leave your side even once. Watching every movement like how a predator would. His gaze lingered on your half-exposed chest. Dottore didn't like you showing your skin but he had to admit that your dress did a great job with it.
Your face remained beautiful in his eyes even with the mask covering half of it. You did notice how he was gazing over you despite having his eyes covered by his mask but you brushed it off. Besides, you had a better thing to care for, which was the company in front of you. Oh, how his arm found its way to your waist, pulling you closer to him as you two whispered to each other seductively.
The alcohol definitely helps you two loosen up to each other, sharing kisses before making your way to any chamber available.
What you thought to be a private moment with the man was shattered down. Dottore was in fact, there, inside the room. His eyes were redder than usual, watching you two in fuming rage. Where he was is none of your concern, what matters is that he was there.
A few days after that, the man was announced missing. His mutilated remnants were soon found floating by the river.
03・That’s the punishment for the crime you committed
00・I’m not letting you go anywhere anymore
But he can't do that to you. Instead, he'll break down anything of yours instead of blowing a death to you directly. Yes, your punishment would be way easier than theirs. He wants you to be with him after all.
― ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗᵒᵈᵃʸ, ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵐʸ ˢᵖᵉᶜⁱᵐᵉⁿ ―
00・I'll drive a picket into your chest
00・and put you inside a case with a glass door
But, even so, the temptation to learn your heart remains there. No matter how many years it has been, he still wishes to learn how your heart works. What makes you skip? What makes it beat so fast? How does it pump your blood? You wouldn't mind him poking it every now and then right? He'll just pull your heart out and learn it for a moment before returning it back to its respective place.
00・I’ll place that in my room
00・and observe you every day
There has never been a moment where no one sees him without you next to him. Either on a wheelchair or carried by him or his clones. Isn't that nice? This way, you two will never be separated anymore!
He will never be bored observing you who was sitting motionless. Oh, you are the most beautiful doll he has ever seen! Even Sandrone furrowed her eyebrows as though envying his precious creation while Columbina spins out curses toward him because of how she would never be able to match your beauty.
03・Each time I look at you, I feel shivers
00・and the blood in this body boils
Even today too, you can feel Dottore's gazes linger all over you. How he loves to move your hands or legs, how he loves to kiss your cheek while lightly biting it with his sharp teeth. To draw out noises from you, that's all he's asking for. For someone who can't move or see, you surely survived longer than he expected to.
Not like you can do anything after all
04・You are already only mine
06・Yes, you are my Specimen Girl
On some occasions, Dottore will cover your face with a veil, only allowing him to lift it and observe your eternal beauty. Your bandages used to be drenched in red wine but it seems like you have finally accepted everything.
The bandage is pristine white, meaning you are no longer dwelling on your past traumas, reopening the wounds with your tears.
00・That’s right, I’ll preserve you in that liquid
11・That way, you won’t rot away
But this is weird, you've been awfully quiet recently. It's not weird for you to stay silent for almost a whole day but even so, he would never fail in earning a groan from you. He also notices how your skin started to crack up like how an old porcelain doll would.
He places his head on your chest, listening to any kind of heartbeats or it pumping blood. Not a single beat was heard. And you, on the other hand, start to crack even more. Are you a human, or a doll?
Have you ever been a human in the first place?
No human would have their skin cracking like this, and yet your flesh and heart are real. What and who are you? Dottore ponders to himself before deciding to craft some kind of potion for you. One that a living one should never be exposed to.
"Don't worry Senior, this will help you"
00・Silent as the grave, that unique scent
00・arouses me once more
You are as silent as a porcelain doll would be. Some kind of sick, familiar scent is now all over you. And yet, he does not make any complaints at all, instead, he... loves it. The mixture of something rotten and the foreign fluids inside your guts and on your skin, he never has enough of it. It's sickening as much as it is addicting. Sandrone and Columbina's distaste grows more and more even though they can't do anything about it.
As much as they hate his treatment toward you, they have to agree that your beauty was in fact, preserved as how it used to be. Flawless if they discount the small cracks on your skin.
They hate him but what can they do? They have promised you and one should never break their promise. Never.
00・Your now unmoving body
00・I defile without paying any price
You didn't move but he could hear you coming to life again. Has he succeeded in bringing you back to life? Have you finally found your will to live again? Countless nights of learning your heart and brain are finally paid off.
The blood doesn't taste like it used to anymore but who is he to judge? As long as it's you...
Dottore hugs you tightly, his hands traveling to somewhere he shouldn't be. His kisses are greedy and rough, teeth ripping your lip as he tastes your blood in his mouth.
He intertwines his fingers with yours as he pushes his kisses deeper into you. His tongue explores your mouth, clashing with something familiar. Has your tongue always been like this?
―ₐₐₕ, ₙₒw ᵢ fₑₑₗ ₗᵢₖₑ ₑₐₜᵢₙg yₒᵤ ᵤₚ―
The frilly dress is ripped open as his eyes won't stop devouring every inch of your body. Your heart is beating, for him, for him, for him!
Angelic moans can be heard as his finger traces your delicate skin before resting inside your lacy panties. Just because you have found your will to live again doesn't mean you have also gotten yourself a new body. In fact, you still couldn't move at all. Even so, Dottore still tries his best to earn any kind of reaction from you, how your head twitches in pleasure as he teases that one spongy spot inside you.
Oh if only you still have control of your arms and legs, you would probably trap him with your leg and choke him to death.
He has to feel what you felt and yet to your own dismay, all he's doing right now is pleasuring you. Hell knows you wouldn't want him to feel the same pleasure.
His lips found their way again, to your cold lips, neck, shoulder, chest, tummy, and...
"The night is still long Senior, so please bear with it okay?"
00・Your body gone cold
00・when I touch it with my hands I feel shivers
You lay there next to him with the moonlight illuminating all the bruises he made. He can't help it, to pull you closer and closer to him as he pumps himself in and out inside of you. He will always love the sensation of adjusting your limbs to him, giving him a sense of control toward you as he brings your hand to his neck. He knew you wanted to choke him. Judging by you would occasionally clench your jaw and brought your head close to his neck, trying your best to bite the spot where his vein is connected. You wanted to kill him.
And that is your new resolve to live again.
10・I cut open your chest with a knife
00・I take out your heart and eat it
But this is getting into nerves more than he thought it would.
You've been sitting quietly with an unhinged smile plastered on your face. You who didn't really care for your appearance ask him to dress you up beautifully every day now. How you want to wear frilly puffy dresses, how you want a beautiful lacy blindfold instead of plain white bandages, how you want to wear a long white stocking with frills and bows, how you want him to ornate your head with accessories.
And how you ask him to eat your heart out so that he can just kill you right then and there.
"Cut my chest open and eat my heart out" you lean toward Dottore's ears, whispering of what he had long wanted to do to you.
This is in fact, nothing but just a green light for him to pluck your heart out and eat it on a silver platter now.
Eating it all up as though it's his last meal, drinking up all the blood like it's the world's finest wine to ever exist. Oh how Sandrone and Columbina wished they could just behead Dottore's head and offer it to you.
In the end, not a single bits of your heart remained on the plate. It's all in his guts now.
00・With this, your heart is now mine
06・you won’t be able to love anyone but me
He has done it. He has taken your most important thing which is your heart. Your heart is all his now. Without your heart, you can no longer love anyone nor see the truth. Without your heart, you can no longer feel what it's like to be alive.
Your heart is inside his guts now. The feeling of your heart being one with him is addicting. It's proof that you now are only able to love him and him alone. No one will be able to take your heart away anymore, be it literally or figuratively.
00・I return the rest to the case
00・I place it again by my side
Your heartless body remains beautiful. While you start to crack more and more, he'll always know a way to put a stop to it. But even so, he starts to feel paranoid about you.
Every now and then, he can see you strolling with those flimsy long white gowns around the palace all by yourself, humming the old tune from the Akademiya days.
No matter how many times he breaks your leg, you'll always be seen strolling around the palace.
No matter how many times he cut your vocal chord, you won't stop humming the same tune for others to hear.
He hates it. Your voice is only for him to hear. It's reserved for him and him only. Even so, whenever you lay on the operation table while having your vocal chord destroyed by him, you could still chuckle at him creepily. Sometimes, strings of curses can be heard as well.
Dottore will always receive complaints from the other fellow harbingers, about how the maniacal laughter and curses never end. How footsteps can be heard ringing in the middle of the night, how the tune will be hummed in an eerie way, and how the trickle of blood won't stop dirtying the floor.
And so, he sealed your body inside a crystal glass box. This way, you can no longer roam freely and will forever be sealed next to him, for him to be the only one to see you.
00・I won’t let you go for as long as I live
00・after all, you are my
"Senior," Dottore's fingers dances on your glass box, "You will always be my Senior no matter what"
→・―It’s unforgivable―・→
00・From inside the case
06・Look only at me
00・until I die
No matter how tight he ties your blindfold, he will always feel as though it's loosening up. What will happen if the blindfold is taken off? Will you be looking at someone else with that empty eye socket of yours? He can't allow you to look at anyone else other than him! You are only entitled to look at him until he dies.
No, even after he dies, he will never allow you to look at anyone else. Dottore who feels the knot in his stomach tied even tighter than ever decides to untie it. To untie your blindfold and
00・Aah, but you
00・no longer have eyes
02・After all, that is
―because I gouged them out...―
Therefore, he is greeted by your empty eye sockets. Is it delusion? Dottore slowly inserts his finger inside your eye socket as much as he wishes he doesn't want to. Empty. Ah, he really did gouge it out. The proofs are still in his chamber, placed on his nightstand. That way, he can just take the jar and observe it as he tries to drift himself to sleep. Your beautiful eyes never fail to mesmerize him.
B̶̨̨̳̭͎̝́̒̅̂̄͐͠͝u̷̢͉̼̭̗̎̐͒́̓̍̈̎̽͝ț̶̫̬͓̌̽̀̏̍̓͑̿̉͝ ̴̗̯͇̗̜̟̙͇̗̄́̃ȟ̶̯͐̀̎o̵̻̺̬̦͙̘͑͆͌̅̑̒̔́͘͘w̷̱̗͂̉́͊̎͝ ̶̳̹͕͖͎͖͉̩̱̎̽̈́͛ả̴̝͇͇͍͍̙͇̩͙̯́̋̔̽́̔̚͝b̴̨̛̦̲̩̰̣̲̦̻̆̉̀̀͊̊̎͐̽ọ̸̢̨̡͔͔̮̜͖̀̄́̈́̕ͅu̵̡͖̥̬̤͕̺̓̓͋̈̌͆͋͑̐̚ͅẗ̴͉͚́͐̄ ̶̡̢͉̪͕̥̝͐̄͐͜a̴̛̳̭͔̰̠̎̄̑͛̏͑͝͠ ̵̭͆͑̍ṕ̴̧̥̥̜͖̭̞͇͉̾̀̿̉͐͗͂̒ą̷̨̲̱͈̹̣̘͈͗̔̎͋̀͠i̴͚̜̎͆ŗ̴͙͈͖̝͉͔͙̭̲̀͐̉́ ̶̢͓͍͙̩̺͍͊̈͛̅o̴͈͕̞̩͓͑͒̈́̊͋̓͐͌̏̕͜f̶͔̜̫͔͍̥̓̑̋͘ ̴̧̧͕̞̮̭̠͐͌͆̽̇̍̒̈́͊ȅ̵̤͔̘̥̳̤͓̘̇̋͠y̵̨̱͒̇̍̾è̷̠͉͋́̏̆́̽s̶̹͚̟͕̣̓̑̐́̀̓̏͋͝ ̵̢͕̜͓̩̠̠͙̆͗̈́́͑͂̀̀̒̕ṫ̸̙̣̫̪̜̫͊̌̓h̵̩͊͂a̴̟̯̤̣̼̪͎̠͆̋́̇t̶̨̞͓̤̮̀̽̾̊ ̵̗̜̹̱͔̲͖̙̼̗̆́̅̒͠͠ĺ̴͉͙̀͘o̶̥̟̦͖̯̱͖͌̍̑͐̅ǒ̸̢̞͎̹̜̗̥̱̰͌͌k̸̡̹̮̀s̷̡̪͕͖̭͉͉͈̞̀̀̔̈́̎̾́͋̉̋ ̴̨͍͙̥̰̮̂̃͋̆̕͝ͅļ̶̛͌͌͗̉̄͌̒͜ị̷͚̫̈̕ķ̶̛̳̠̹̳̯̣͙̤̰́̑̓̒͆́̓͝͠ê̷͉̺̘͓̻̜͖͜ͅ ̴̺̳̭̳̫̱̌̓̌̌̃͜ͅh̷̛͚̜̞̬̲̥̪̅̄i̷͎̿̀̆̔̚͜͝͝s̸̜̩̞̣̝̓͆̑̌̄̚͜͠͝?̸̹̲̝͙̞̝̟̌͜
00・I’ll put glass beads in your eyes
02・Let’s make you new eyes
09・What eye color should I choose?
02・That’s right, a red like blood would be fine
But to use some kind of fake eyes would be boring no? And so, a clone of his was burnt down in the incinerator with empty eye sockets.
01・With those beautiful eyes
00・look only at me always
This way, he can feel you staring at him again. No, he will never recreate your eyes even though he can. It'll never be able to match the real one after all. He won't even bother looking for someone to take their eyes because he doesn't want someone else's eyes staring at him and even worse, inside your eye sockets.
04・Only you from now on and always
01・I won’t let you go from my side
He won't repeat the same mistake anymore. To be weak and hopeless as he watched you leave the Akademiya in humiliation, all to the way of being exiled out of Sumeru without anyone protecting you.
You didn't do it. He knew you didn't do it. And yet, no one would believe in you two as though they had been blinded by something. To make things even worse, your little friend was absent during your exile. If only she was there, perhaps she could shield you from the crazy citizens throwing you pebbles and rocks. Maybe that way, you wouldn't trip down from the cliff and be pronounced dead from concussion.
Maybe people wouldn't gawk at your dead body and broken limbs as though you were nothing but an animal. For them to step on your off-positioned limbs, your splattered brains, and your body altogether.
How did you come back to life? He'll never know it. Maybe Sandrone truly had something to do with it after all.
But for now, what matters is that you are here with him.
07・After all, you are mine
09・From now on and always mine
02・Until this body rots away
00・Yes, you are my
『Specimen Girl』
Sandrone's voice rings.
―Only mine―
―Only mine―
Sandrone places the gun on the back of Dottore's head. She had had enough of this farce already. She no longer cares about the promise she made to you. She wouldn't mind being selfish for this is her only wish. She will avenge your death by shooting his brains out.
『Only mine』
What she didn't expect is that Dottore would be the one shooting his own jaw, splattering his brains all over Sandrone's pristine dress. His body slumped forward with a thud. He ends his own farce in the end. Is it out of guilt or realization? Did his madness and delusions finally swallow him whole? Even so, Sandrone wastes no time in spitting Dottore's body before stomping and dragging his body to be experimented on in the most inhumane way possible. Columbina too will be there to lend Sandrone her hand.
𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬
There is another fic (and possibly more in the future) about Dottore x Senior but it might be different than what's mentioned in reader's past
Zandik's Memories, Dormitory (TBA, WIP)
Zandik's Diaries (TBA)
Senior (different but similar nonetheless)
As if for Sandrone's and Columbina's, I don't think I'll be writing for them until there's a request coming in for them lol
Inhumane (TBA)
Dormitory's Lullaby (TBA)
All these fics will be extreme OOC in both lore-wise and characters so proceed with caution.
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dragon-master-kai · 1 year
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Personal Tony Stark Headcanons:
That are totally not self-indulgent, Nope! What are you talking about!!
But srsly, I feel like these are in-character for him:
After Afghanistan, he learnt how to speak Urdu and Hindi fluently - in Homecoming, he's in India, so I imagine that he knows at least SOME Hindi.
Adding to the first one, after Afghanistan, he would've taught himself Urdu so as to never be caught off-guard like that, and maybe also to know exactly what was being said there (since he had that video, thanks to Pepper in IM1 when she went to the office and found it)
I can't remember if I've already posted my other headcanon about how Tony doesn't give a fuck about grades. He knows that grades are just a judgement of how well you can remember the important crap. It's not like you'll be expected to remember y=mx+c later at work - you can just bloody Google the damn thing!
He doesn't judge. He's learnt to give all the benefit of a doubt, but if he has a strong gut feeling - listen to it.
He appreciates creativity no matter what form it is in.
Some posts claim he'd hate magic but I don't think so. I feel like the violent type of chaotic magic like Wanda's in a trigger for him, because of her stupidity in AOU (which she didn't have to bear any consequences for) but other magic, like Strange's he's more than okay with. Like with anyone else, he just doesn't like the type of aggressive magic that is directed at him or displayed in a manner that can be perceived as intimidating towards him (like Wanda in many fanfics)
He sometimes converses in Hindi to Bruce (in Avengers 1 Bruce was shown to speak in Hindi to a small girl, before being recruited by Natasha), just so he has a buddy to speak in Hindi with.
Tony gets the pronunciations right. His Urdu/Hindi is SO damn good that if he was speaking to you on the phone and you didn't know his name, you'd think he was born in India (the whole thing about being a genius and needing things to be perfect)
He loves Bollywood songs as much as Rock Songs.
Adding to the point above, he went to India to get away from everything after the Civil War, so he most likely associated India and anything Desi with escapism, so he feels the same way about Bollywood Music.
<Bollywood and rock music beats!!! 🎶 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
His favourite music that feels like home, are: Italian songs, Bollywood songs, piano instrumentals, and rock songs.
Rock songs: distracting enough from all other issues at hand, and he is able to focus on his creations and working on bettering them to help others.
Piano instrumentals: soothing and calming to listen to. It's particularly distracting as he can try to see if he's able to play those songs on the piano just by hearing it. If not, it's a good relaxant regardless
Bollywood songs: his escapism and also helps him ensure that he can understand the words and he still knows that he hasn't forgotten that in his so-called ego (once you're called something by enough people you start to believe it, even if it's not true and you start to fear it, so he feels the need to keep himself in check by ensuring he isn't letting it get to his head)
Italian songs: idk what his dad was, but his mother was definitely Italian (according to sources I have seen across the internet), so where he associates his dad with all negative parts of his childhood (read: abuse, neglect, hatred) he associates his mother worh the complete opposite (read: tender love, care, passion).
I will add more when I have more
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pipsipey17 · 1 year
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Hi, could i request Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader happier by olivia rodrigo it could be angst happy ending, or just full on angst i do not mind, thanks
omg i actually already have a plot in mind that perfectly fits with this as well as the song traitor. hope you enjoy!
i hope you’re happy but don't be happier.
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cheater!natasha romanoff x fem!reader
summary: you suddenly broke up with your girlfriend then you later learned the reason why.
contains: angst, just pure painful angst, nah jk there's some comfort in there (if you squint well enough) mentions of cheating ofc.
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“Let’s break up.” Natasha said without any tone.
“W-what?” You asked her dumbfounded, also making sure if you heard her right. Your eyes were starting to fill up with tears, you're just trying so hard not to let them out, “Is this because of that girl from the Avengers as well? What was her name, Wendy?” 
“Her name’s Wanda and no it’s not her. We just have both been so busy with our careers that we barely even have time for each other anymore.”
You scoffed, “You know what? I don’t believe you, you started acting differently when that bitch came.” You got up from your seat and went up to your bedroom, leaving Natasha alone.
You laid face down on your bed and started crying until you fell into a deep slumber because of exhaustion from crying.
~~~
Two days into the break up, Clint sent you an image of Natasha kissing someone and when you saw who it was, everything made sense. It was Wanda no doubt since you remembered how she looked.
There was a text after Clint sent you the image, ‘I know I’m a friend of Natasha and all that, but I won’t tolerate this, so I sent it to you.’
You replied with, ‘We broke up two days ago, but thank you, I knew something was up with her and that girl.’
‘Don’t mention it, listen, if you need someone I’m here, as well as Yelena.’ 
‘I know, thank you.’ you replied and that was the end of your conversation. 
You didn’t believe it at first, but when you saw it for yourself, you just wished that you believed it from the beginning. How could you have been so blind? You’ve seen some of the signs but you just ignored them thinking you were just being paranoid. As it turns out, you weren’t, your instincts were right like always.
After revealing your relationship to the others, they immediately warned you about Natasha being a playgirl.  But you just brushed them off, stating that Natasha wouldn’t do that to you also because of seeing how well she treats you, or so you thought…
The day after Clint sent that text, you didn’t even bother to eat or anything, you just stayed on your bed staring at the ceiling, slept the pain off or cried even more.
You were woken up by the sound of your phone vibrating, you saw that it was Yelena who was calling you. Yelena may be Natasha’s sister but she was your best friend, you met her first before you even met Natasha.
You picked up the phone and answered, “Hello?” your voice sounded very tired after crying for hours these past few days.
"Heard my sister broke up with you, I’m sorry.” Yelena said with sadness in her voice. 
“It’s fine, and don’t worry, we’re still best friends even if I’m not dating your sister anymore.” you reassured Yelena.  
“I know, I can come by your house, I wanna cheer you up somehow. In fact, I’m already in front of your house.”
“What?!” You exclaimed then you immediately got up from your bed and went to the window to see Yelena waving at you.
You rushed downstairs to open the front door, “Hey.” Yelena greeted as she then opened her arms approaching you with a hug which you badly needed, you hugged her tightly then you heard her whisper another sorry. 
“Come on let’s eat, I got you your favorites.” Yelena said as she held two plastic bags of what seems to be some take out food and some groceries. 
“Is your special Mac and Cheese on the menu too?” you said with a slight smile on your face.
“I thought you'd never ask.” She dug into one of the plastic bags and grabbed the ingredients for her special Mac and Cheese. 
You were now eating some Mac and Cheese with Yelena, as you were eating, you told her about how and why Natasha broke up with you.
“I swear to God if I see her I’m going to kill her.” Yelena threatened and you were sure that wasn’t an empty one.
“She’s your sister Lena-” Yelena interrupted you, “And that makes it a more valuable reason to kill her.” She then took a mouthful of Mac and Cheese and chewed quite aggressively then swallowed her food, “She promised me that she wouldn’t hurt you, she said she wouldn’t treat you like how she treated other girls she’s been with before, and then this happens.” she continued.
You sighed heavily, “I should’ve listened to you and Clint.” you said a bit quietly. 
“What did he say?” Yelena asked curiously.
“Similar to what you said, Natasha tends to play around with women.” you replied.
“I’m really sorry Y/n.” Yelena said with pure sympathy in her voice. 
After you ate, you and Yelena went to your bedroom and watched a movie to help cheer you up somehow. Halfway through the movie you fell asleep while cuddling up with Yelena, receiving the comfort that you needed these past few days, you were really thankful to have a friend like her. 
~~~
Your doorbell rang and when you opened the door you were surprised to see the woman who broke your heart a month ago. 
“What the fuck are you doing here?” You asked with a bit of aggression.
“I’m here to grab my things.” Natasha simply said. 
You looked behind her and saw that she was alone, since you saw no one in her car, “You think I’m just going to let you in here after what you did?” You said with a raise in your voice.
“What do you mean?” Natasha asked innocently but you could see in her body language that she was hiding something.
You grabbed your phone from your pocket and showed her the photo that Clint sent you a month ago, “This!”
Natasha’s eyes widened, “W-where did you get that?” 
“It doesn’t matter, what matters is that my instincts were right, you’re seeing Wanda behind my back.” you then took a deep breath and continued, “I should’ve known, you guys were already talking back then, when I told you about her you just told me that I was being paranoid.” 
Your tears were starting to form but you’re trying your best to hold them back. “I should’ve listened to your friends when they warned me about you being a heartbreaker, hell, even your own sister warned me about it. But I was already in love with you, I already became blind from your advances!” 
Before she could say anything else, you threw the box at her that was filled with her things, “I hope you’re happy, but don’t be happier.” You lastly said then slammed the door shut.
You leaned your back on the door and slowly slid down until you were sitting on the floor crying once again, pain and anger overwhelming you. 
You just hope that one day, she’ll stop playing with other girls’ hearts.  
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ishipallthings · 8 months
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Cap-IM Rec Week 2023 (Tues)
It's About the Yearning Tuesday, July 18 for @cap-ironman Rec Week!
Today I'm reccing fics based on my favorite trope of all time - pining 💜
Remember to show some love for your hard-working creators!
take my heart clean apart by mistymountainking @stovetuna
Tony comes home exhausted after an SI event. Steve acts as welcoming committee. It's an old, careworn routine they've perfected over the years, but tonight ends up going in a very different direction.
Take A Number by 51stCenturyFox
So what if Tony Stark is sleeping with everybody else (except him)? Why would Steve care? He doesn’t even like Tony, and certainly not like that...
for you I’ll pretend (to fake it) by AvengersNewB @avengersnewb, Lacerta
Steve doesn't think twice when he agrees to help Tony out, even if it kills him inside to attend a gala as Tony's fake date. Tony doesn't know if he can keep up the pretense on this evening out as friends but it's as close as he can get to an actual date, so he takes it. Things don't go as planned though, with all the pining, the pent-up feelings, and bumping into Tony's horrible, obnoxious ex, Ty Stone.
Can't Write One Song (That's Not About You) by FestiveFerret @festiveferret
Ten years ago, Tony fell in love with his roommate: funny, handsome, kind, smart Steve Rogers, who also happened to be the lead singer and guitarist of a band, The Howlies. Then The Howlies made it big, Steve moved away, and Tony vowed to avoid any mention of the band, their songs, and the man he missed his chance with. But chance has a way of giving you exactly what you need, even if you don't know it yet...
you'll be mine and i'll be yours by complicationstoo @ifmywishescametrue
Five words ruin Tony's life. “He doesn't love me back,” Steve says, and Tony feels his world crumble to pieces at his feet. Steve loves someone, and Tony knows it isn't him.
in my head by brucewaynery
Tony tells Steve about solipsism, the theory that everything is merely a figment of your own imagination, and Steve lets something slip.
ignorance is (not) bliss by earliebirb @earliebirb
One of Tony’s hands shoots up to grab his wrist, gripping it tightly. Slowly, Tony opens his eyes. Steve’s blood freezes in his veins. His heart sinks with dread.  “Tony?” Steve hopes that this is just some weird bout of sleepwalking, but Tony doesn’t sleepwalk, and from the thoughtful way Tony regards him, Steve knows that Tony is somehow very much awake, which means— Tony swallows, his eyes wide and alert in a way Steve didn’t think they were capable of being twenty minutes ago.  “Steve,” he says, the single word carrying too much weight.
now I worship a celestial sun by haemodye (616)
A mostly-comedic farce involving: 1 obedience spell, 2 pining Avengers, 1 long-suffering Sorcerer Supreme, and 1 single, extravagant Saint Patrick's Day float.
Not a Perfect Man by Neverever @captainneverever (616)
Steve and Tony are back on track as friends and spending a lot of time together as they form a new Avengers team. But Steve is again in a rocky relationship with Sharon and Tony is dating a new woman. Steve struggles as his long-dormant crush on Tony comes back with a vengeance because he's supposed to be a good man and he doesn't want to lose Tony as a friend. What is he supposed to do as a friend when Tony's new girlfriend turns out to be not good for Tony?
The Culling of the Stars by dirigibleplumbing @dirigibleplumbing (616)
Tony dies saving Steve's life on the courthouse steps. Now Steve is left with the fallout of their Civil War, expected to take charge and preserve Tony's legacy. He doesn't know how he can do it alone—not when he can't stop thinking about Tony, or keep track of the days, or even feel.
What Was It You Wanted by sheron @sheronm
"C'mon, a kiss from Captain America is not so terrible." According to the alien custom, Steve had to kiss each teammate on the mouth, and some kisses come with more aftermath than others.
Down in Lonesome Town by resurrectedhippo
“Why do I always find my way back to you?” Maybe Tony didn’t necessarily return to Steve, but fate is a funny little thing, and after living a life of loss, Steve wants something that’s his to keep. After the universe is restored, Steve is lost without any direction. Retiring from the Avengers, he moves across the country and ends up building a house by a misty blue lake. Across the bridge is Tony Stark’s new workshop.
Hope you guys enjoy the recs, and stay tuned for more! Please mind the tags before reading. Check out my tag for previous years’ rec lists :)
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sleepisaturn · 2 years
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right where you left me
PAIRING—steve rogers x avenger!fem!reader
SUMMARY—Steve finally askes you out for a dinner date but as you sat patiently at the restaurant, where was Steve?
WARNINGS—angst, steve being a jerk, no happy ending, kinda more focused on reader
A/N—idk if this is considered a song fic but some of the lyrics of Taylor's song is written in-between paragraphs so...
part 2 still a wip!
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Matches burn after the other
Pages turn and stick to each other
Wages earned and lessons learned
But I, I'm right where you left me
The warm lights of the restaurant were supposed to make you feel cozy but contrary to what you were feeling, you felt anxious, nervous and everything all at once. It's been more than thirty minutes and Steve was still nowhere to be found. The agreed time was 7 pm and it's already close to 7:40. The slow pouring rain made your situation much more gloomy.
The anxiousness became worse as more minutes passed, Steve wasn't answering any of your texts or any of your calls. Your breathing got heavy as you clasped your hands together trying to keep your cool, deep down you were feeling scared that something bad happened to Steve. You didn't think much about what people might think of you at the moment, a beautiful woman who's sitting miserably at a cozy restaurant; alone. All you could think about is—where's Steve?
Help, I'm still at the restaurant
Still sitting in a corner I haunt
Cross-legged in the dim light
They say, "What a sad sight"
It was supposed to be a fantastic night for you because finally your long time crush Steve Rogers, Captain America finally asked you out on a date though from everyone's perspective you were totally in love with the man. You wouldn't deny that, you fought with him, bled for him and almost sacrificed everything you had for him. It was obvious but maybe not to him. You are undeniably, truly, completely and unconditionally in love with him.
You're a beautiful woman, that's what you believed but it did catch you off-guard that Steve suddenly asked you out on a date. Who wouldn't? But you've been his friend for years and you believed for the longest time Steve was always gonna love one woman and that being the one and only Peggy Carter or maybe his actual ex-girlfriend who he broke up with almost a year ago, his first love's niece, the impressive and beautiful agent Sharon Carter.
You felt pure euphoric happiness and countless butterflies danced in your stomach, it felt like a million fireworks erupted in your heart when Steve decided to ask you out. You remembered every part of that day, that night—that second that he dropped the ball and asked you the million dollar question like it was yesterday, well it was actually yesterday.
[ flashback ]
" report's suck don't they? "
" and here I thought being Captain America would excuse me from the paperwork " Steve chuckled as you sat beside him with your own reports.
" oh please your hobby is reading reports "
" I never said I liked writing them "
" well I guess were the only responsible ones here seeing as you have Natasha's pile and I have Tony's "
" more time to spend with me " Steve smirked as you breath a nervous laugh as his words caught you off-guard
" my, my Captain America being cocky? "
" don't deny it, you love my company sweetheart " Steve responds as he confidently holds your chin between his pointer finger and thumb, tilting it slightly as he makes you look at his breathtaking blue eyes. Your breath hitched momentarily.
You scoffed, turning away from him not believing Steve was actually being flirty with you.
" oh yes because everybody's dying for your presence, Oh? Mr. Rogers, would you please sign my chest? " You asked while doing a slightly higher pitched voice, you didn't want to make Steve think he can just play with you. You played along with his flirty antics as you suddenly opened your jacket making Steve choke on air which was your plan. You weren't wearing a revealing top but the action definitely caught Steve off-guard.
You laughed like an old man, having difficulty breathing as you laughed at the expression Steve did after your little stunt, his red face made you laugh uncontrollably and made you a coughing mess.
" you're not gonna win whatever game you're playing Rogers " You said as you went back to your reports, calming yourself from the laughing while Steve coughed to catch your attention once more.
" What if I wasn't playing a game? "
" Then what's with the random flirting Captain? planning on trying those moves on someone? "
" yes actually, you " He replies with no hesitation, you would've laughed if it wasn't for the serious expression he wore.
" —would you give me the honor of taking you out on a dinner date? " Steve continued as you fell silent, internally you were screaming and your heart immediately beat faster than normal as his words found your ears.
" Yes ... YES! of course " You reply with a smile, and seeing the wide grin on his face made you blush madly.
I, I swear you could hear a hair pin drop
Right when I felt the moment stop
Glass shattered on the white cloth
Everybody moved on
I, I stayed there
Dust collected on my pinned-up hair
You catch yourself smiling as you remember the events of yesterday's evening. You reminisced the comfortable silence that happened after, wide grins as the two of you did reports you didn't want to but the worst news came as you opened your phone that had a notification from Natasha. You smiled momentarily as you saw her name flash on the lock screen but your face fell immediately as you read the words she sent.
she's back
Those words made your legs feel weak as more anxiety filled your mind and your heart felt like it was slowly being chipped away by the tools used in carving stones.
please tell me it's not who I think it is
yup, Sharon's back and she went to Steve like she did nothing!
is Steve with her?
You hesitantly typed, scared of what the answer to the questions that naturally floated in your head might be. Different thoughts came to mind but you didn't want to judge Steve, he would never ditch you for his ex, not without informing you first in case he did. Wouldn't he?
Yeah ... He's with her, I'm sorry
Natasha answered, making you shut your eyes hoping everything was a dream and that the special blue dress you wore wasn't for nothing. Your eyes felt teary just as a waiter went to you asking if you needed assistance in which you replied with one bottle of wine, please. You hoped that maybe Steve would come to you after he talked to Sharon, that is if that's the only thing he was doing with her. That tiny hope ran out as you've realized you've been sitting at the cozy, warm restaurant alone and pathetically for three hours straight, you've finished the red wine long ago. Now, you just sat quietly and glanced outside where the rain stopped and the streets shined as the countless puddles reflected the street lights and shop signs.
You stayed there until the staff had to ask you to leave unless you actually ordered a meal but you didn't have the stomach to eat anything as you were just ditched by Steve, Steve the golden boy just ditched you for his bitch of an ex-girlfriend without even telling anything.
Right where you left me
You left me no, oh, you left me no
You left me no choice but to stay here forever
You left me, you left me no, oh, you left me no
You left me no choice but to stay here forever
You hailed a cab quickly after exiting the restaurant, you couldn't just walk in your state. You weren't drunk but you were probably tipsy enough to trip over nothing. The elderly cab driver dropped you off in front of the tower. You held your heels in one hand and your coat hanging loosely on your shoulders. The guard immediately let you in as he recognized you. You were sadly met by nobody inside the compound as you entered, not Steve—nobody. You knew Natasha went out for her nightly jog while the others you thought were just busy doing their own stuff.
You contemplated whether or not you'll confront Steve tonight. A couple minutes passed as you sat on the couch of the living area of the tower, your thoughts consuming you as you sat silently.
With a huff of a breath you stood up, shrugging your coat as you walked barefoot on the cold floor of the tower. You pressed the fifth floor where Steve's room is located, the ding of the elevator distracted you from your thoughts.
At the restaurant, when I was still the one you want
Cross-legged in the dim light, everything was just right
I, I could feel the mascara run
You told me that you met someone
The sound of your heart shattering was all you could hear as you watched the view In front of you—Steve and Sharon fricking Carter making out. Steve was kissing Sharon Infront of his door as she was about to leave when he heard the elevator open and there you stand, looking gorgeous in a silk blue dress. You stood pathetically in a blue dress that you wore for what would've been your date with Steve but instead you see him kissing another woman.
You momentarily spaced out, you didn't know what happened after but suddenly Steve was Infront of you and Sharon was nowhere to be found.
" Y/N! " Your eyes snap to Steve as they were previously gazing on the floor.
" So yesterday was really just a game huh? " You asked with a laugh even as your heart broke more that it already was, even if you knew that it was Sharon who owned his heart. You confidently looked at him straight in the eyes with your teary ones.
" Y/N I—Sharon was just here and she wanted to get back together and to be honest I still kinda have feelings for ... her " Steve tried to explain, failing as he saw the disappointment on your face, he knew it was an asshole move to ditch you but Sharon just knew how to keep him from leaving, to pull him back into their own little world.
He did genuinely like you, he did but Sharon made him think that she's the one, the only woman who'll truly make him happy and he stupidly believed that. His mind desperately believed Sharon and him were meant to be, that the break up was just a test on their relationship even as his heart silently shouted your name. He just didn't see how perfect you were for him.
" of course, it's always going to be her, she's perfect—she's a Carter after all " You brokenly said, sadness and jealousy evident in your voice. A bitter tone encasing your words as you felt rage.
" I liked you , I really do, you're a beautiful woman but Sharon is just ... and you’ll find someone better than me " Steve said while trying to hold your hand but you turned away completely giving him a cold shoulder.
" I understand perfectly Steve, you owe me no loyalty and that's okay—I guess I just expected more from you " your voice low as all your disappointment and heartbreak was put into words.
" No, i-its, I know that was not respectful of me to just leave you hanging and ditching our date but Sharon was just suddenly here and then she just kissed me and I—I caved, look I know this looks bad but— "
" Again, it's my mistake to have high expectations and if you'll excuse me I had a whole bottle of wine so I feel a bit sleepy, goodnight Steven " You replied as you quickly turned away from him and wiped the tears that threatened to fall.
“ Y/N … shit “ you heard Steve mutter as you entered the elevator but you ignored his words as you felt so close to breaking down, maybe you fell for him more than you realized as you felt like your heart was shattered to a thousand pieces.
I'm right where you left me
You left me no, oh, you left me no
You left me no choice but to stay here forever
You quickly walked out on Steve, the elevator ride felt like forever and as you unlocked your room you immediately dropped down on the floor. A deep sigh came out of your lips as you rested your head on the large metal door of your room, tears immediately escaping your eyes.
" how could I be so stupid!? God! , you just had to fall in love with someone like him huh? yes, how could little ol' me be ever good enough for the great Captain America, Sharon’s just perfect so—perfect and she’s beautiful ... she's gorgeous "
" How could Steve not love her? "
You talked to yourself hoping Steve wouldn't hear it with his super hearing ability. You sat and stared at the ceiling questioning how stupid it was to actually think Steve was a perfect guy, well not perfect but you at least expected that he wasn't a jerk like the other guy's you've dated.
You didn't know how long you stayed on the floor crying as you felt intense heartbreak, ironic that he wasn't even yours to lose, but you stayed there crying your heart out—probably longer than the time you spent waiting at the restaurant.
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lokiprompts · 1 year
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Appropriate - Chp 2
"Day Dreams"
Summary: Loki x Female reader; Loki is banished to Midgard and he has to live an average life as penance...and you, a social worker, is there to help him along the way. Rom Com vibes. Pinning; emotional edging until we can't take it anymore.
Words. 2.5k (this story is coming easyyyyy). Other chapter on my tag list.
Warnings: Injury, some violence, angst, smut-ish.
Song to listen to while reading: Separate Vacations
AN: I don't offer taglists anymore. Remember to reblog if you like a writer's work! Comments make my heart go pitter patter.
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The first day in the Tower was rough for Loki. The whiplash from the sweet conversation with you, to being mercilessly pinned down by several shield agents. On any other day, Loki would be able to dominate the situation and take on all these agents without breaking a sweat, but with these bangles? The god found himself grunting into the plush carpet that scraped his cheek and struggling under their weight. But the burning? The burning was the worst.
            The consequences that Tony mentioned when placing the magic dampeners quickly became apparent. As soon as the spoon that spun in the microwave started to spark, and eventually caused a fire in the appliance, the dampeners took on a life of their own. Electric currents coursed through the bangles and right into his wrists, shocking his skin and instantly making it burn. The pain was instantaneous, making him crumple to the ground and writhe in agony. Loki tried to break the bangles in a panicked attempt to stop the onslaught of pain, but it only made the shocks stronger.
            Then, to make matters worse, Shield Agents were barging in his door within minutes of the ‘microwave incident’. They were shouting and making accusations that he was trying to burn the building down. And to add insult to injury, Tony and Thor followed shortly after the agents, suddenly making the tiny apartment overcrowded. Loki later discovered that the bangles notify both of them if there are any attempts to cause havoc or escape the building. Them being there, THAT was the worst part, Loki decided.
            “Brother, didn’t Lady Y/N teach you not to put metal in the tiny oven?” Thor stood in front of the blackened appliance; his head tilted to the side in confusion. Of course, you had helped Thor too, Loki thought, the oaf.
            “How do we know that he wasn’t trying to burn the place down?” Tony questioned. As soon as he walked in, he automatically assumed Loki was up to no good. Thor, on the other hand, was trying to convey that it was an honest mistake.
            “You’re telling me that this man, this god, who tried to take over our planet, couldn’t work a microwave to the point where it exploded?” Tony looked over to Loki who now sat on the carpet, rubbing his wrists that were raw, red, and burning.
Peeking over his blue tinted glasses, Tony continued his taunt, “How did you almost beat us, like really?”
            Loki groaned, yet thankful that Thor’s vouching for him in the vast differences between Midgardian and Asgardian technology was enough to convince the billionaire. Is it possible for a god to die from embarrassment? The two avengers offered to take him to the Med Bay to treat the wounds on his wrist, but Loki was adamant about not going. He will heal, slower now due to the dampeners, but he will heal, and he didn’t want anyone else to see his pain. This event was shameful enough as it is.
            After Tony left, the god of thunder lingered to try and soothe his brother. Thor gave his younger brother a sympathetic pat in his shoulder, “You must be more careful, brother. You can’t do anything that would make them think you are up to mischief, or you will end up back in Asgardian prison.”
            “Good!” Loki bellowed, throwing his hands up in the air, “Send me back! That cell is better than being here, treated like a peasant, treated like an ANIMAL!” The last few words filled with so much venom, it made Thor flinch.
            “If things continue like this, I can have a discussion with father about your return to Asgard.” Loki expression conveyed pure distain at the mention of his ‘father’ but was placated at the mention of going home. Maybe if he did cause enough havoc, he could go home, “but I want you to try, brother. I really think you could make a home here and be happy.”
            Loki only hummed in response before Thor left him alone yet again in the apartment. Time dragged on as it always did when one only had their mind to keep them occupied. His wrists burned and he thought about taking a cold shower to help with the pain. He went into the bathroom and turned on the shower and it immediately sputtered, spraying all over the place and wetting the prince who stood just outside of the shower. No matter which way he turned the handles, the water was scalding hot. Loki growled, convinced this was definitely done on purpose.
            A knock on the door took Loki away from the shower, quickly turning it off. A part of him hoped it was you, and when he opened the door and saw a delivery man he frowned. The delivery boy had a bunch of bags on his arms and around his feet. Loki quirked an eyebrow at the boy who was shaking like a leaf in front of the towering god.
            “Her-here is your de-delivery Mister-Mister Laufeyson.” The boy then abruptly dropped the rest of the bags on the floor and took off down the hallway, anything to escape the intense stare of the god of mischief. Loki sighed, and brought all the bags in, wincing as the weight of the bags made his burnt wrists bump against the bangles. This was new. The feeling of weakness from carrying simple bags. His frown deepened.
            The prince went through his very first batch of groceries and inspected each item. It was an array of canned foods and frozen foods, as you had said, along with various toiletry items. Loki was quick to learn from his mistakes and read the back of each of the items. His dark brows were furrowed in concentration, as if this frozen meal was an ancient Asgardian text.
            “Hungry Man….satisfy your cravings,” He scoffed, flipping the box over and looking at the image of questionable meatloaf, “Hardly.”
Still, he read the instructions on the back, “Peel the film off…place in microwave…” Loki’s eyes shot up to the charred appliance that served as an embarrassing reminder of his folly,“Oh. Well, that won’t work.” He continued reading and saw instructions for the ‘conventional oven’. There was a little picture of an oven next to it, and his eyes bounced back to the oven that still, somehow, remained unburnt from the microwave explosion.
For a while, his eyes flitted between the two appliances, debating if he should give it a go. Burnt microwave. Unmarked oven. Burnt microwave. Unmarked oven.
With a sigh, he put the frozen box down on the counter, “Y/N will teach me anyways.” He found himself smiling at thoughts of you. You were the one good thing about this dreadful planet and soon he was daydreaming about your planned shopping trip tomorrow. Would your soft hands caress his arms as he adorns himself in your Midgardian fabrics? He remembered your brief look at his legs, and surely, he would do a little twirl for you in some tight, Midgardian pants, to give you a generous look at his thighs. Loki bit his lip at the thought of you lewdly staring at him.
“Of course, she would,” he smirked to himself. As he was putting away the rest of the groceries, he mocked his bored mind. It kept on picturing you there with him, living this domestic life. He imagined you putting away the groceries with him and smiling at the thought of helping you with the higher cupboards that would be out of your reach.
Taking a can of sliced carrots, he pulled the tab and sat down with it on his beige chair. His gaze automatically went to the empty seat across from him, the one that you had sat in during your meeting. It was easy to picture you there. An illusion would be better, he thought, deflating a bit at the unintentional reminder of his loss of magic. He easily dug into the cold carrots, grimacing at the outrageous amount of sodium that laced the orange vegetable. As he ate, he flipped through the furniture catalog you gave him.
“What do you think of this seating, Darling? It’s quite charming for being Midgardian, don’t you think?” He said to your empty chair, his sweet smile he would flash you faltering.
“Midgard has driven me to madness,” Loki cursed under his breath, but he still dog eared the page after realizing he didn’t have anything to write with. Making his way through the catalog, he eventually landed on the beds. Without hesitation he bent the corner of the page of king size beds.
A devilish grin spread on his face, “Would you call me your king, Darling?” Images started to flood his mind. You, spread on his bed, just covered in a sheet in a tangle of limbs as you cuddled with him.
“I don’t cuddle!” Loki tossed the book back on his tiny coffee table in frustration at himself, but the thoughts kept coming and he easily relented to the sweet daydreams. Surely you would be warm, a comforting embrace against his normally cold skin. He recalled you smelling good when his nose brushed against your hair. It was a sweet smell, a floral aroma he couldn’t quite place. Likely a Midgardian flower, he decided. The tip of his finger brushed against his lower lip absentmindedly, imagining the soft caress of your lips against his. Kisses would travel down from your lips to your jawline to your collar bone, and down the valley of your breasts. You would arch into his mouth and tangle your fingers in his hair. Would you pull it? He hoped you would. He adjusted himself in his leathers, the fabric suddenly becoming tight.
Loki’s mind is no stranger to fantasy. Erotic thoughts were a constant staple, and it was no surprise that he was thinking of you in this way. Even though you were a mortal, you were undeniably gorgeous. The curves of your body were delicious and practically begging for his tongue to caress them. But what did surprise him is when his lusty thoughts turned…romantic.
            You would also caress him. Those petite fingers of yours would card themselves through his black tresses, making him purr and melt. Featherlight kisses would brush against his forehead, and he would hear your sweet voice, humming a soothing lullaby.
            The nightmares would be gone.
            Your arms would have healing powers. Nightmares have plagued Loki for years, ever since his fall from the Bifrost and even more so since his time with Thanos. His brother and the Avenger’s knew of the mind control he was under during the Battle of New York. It was the only reason why they even entertained the thought of him being within the tower. But they did not know the level of torture he endured. No, that fact Loki kept close to his heart.
            Would he tell you about it?
            Somehow while lost in his reverie, he made it to his bed. He grimaced as he crawled into the bed that laid on the floor, the greasy blanket feeling disgusting against his royal skin. Loki continued to look at the catalog while in bed since it was the only reading material he had. He flipped through the pages again until he reached the blankets and comforters, marking the page with the most expensive fabrics and highest thread counts.
            You deserve the best, he mused. Someone who cares for others so deeply, so selflessly deserves the highest regard and the utmost care. If he was in Asgard, you would want for nothing. The finest fashions would adorn your skin, all in his colors, of course. He would take you to one of their celebrations – feasts filled with food, drink, and dancing. Loki had no doubt that others would try to win your attention, the pretty thing you are, but no, you would only have eyes for him. A soft smile graced the prince’s lips at the thought.
            He would lead to the center of the room, and he would insist on teaching you a formal Asgardian dance.
            “No, no, I don’t know the steps.” He whispered to himself, his normally deep voice slightly higher and impersonating you. But he would drag you onto the dancefloor with a wide grin, and your smile would be just as big as you lost yourselves in each other. Your body would be pressed to his and your warm breath would fan his ear with sweet nothings.
            ‘I love you, Loki….’
            Loki shot up in his bed. His large hands swiped his face like he could rid himself of those thoughts.
            “Too far.”
            Loki laid back down and closed his eyes, the catalog lying next to him and forgotten. For once, sleep did come easy to him, and the nightmares did not come either. Instead, he dreamt of you. A domestic life with you filled with ease, laughter, and love. In his sleep, he smiled and allowed himself to dream, to hope.
            Knocking woke him up from his deep slumber. He sat up, yawned, and stretched, not remembering when he slept so long and so well last. For a second, he considered the bed being the reason why he woke up so well rested, but then he felt the gritty comforter brush against his arm. Loki practically threw the greasy comforter off his body and stood up from the bed. Norns, no!
            The knocking continued and he adjusted his leathers that shifted slightly in his sleep as he walked to his front door. Being forced to sleep in that atrocious bed was enough. There was no way he would adorn himself in a sweat suit. That’s taking things too far. Way too far.
            He opened the door, and his eyes went wide at the sight of you. Loki’s hands flew to his hair to smooth it down to something that would be somewhat presentable. The curls on his head always became especially wild at night and even more so since he has been denied his silk sheets. Sheepishness flushed his pale, sleepy face in light pink hues. So, the desire to be liked by you hasn’t faded after all.
            “Good morning, Loki!” You chirped, your sweet voice caressing his ears much like his day dream, “Are you ready to go shopping?”
            In that very moment, one fact became undeniable to Loki. A fact that, surprisingly, did not horrify him, but instead brought on a new and welcoming warmth in his chest
            Loki had fallen for you, and he had fallen hard.
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cosmica-galaxy · 5 months
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Ok I'm going to be evil but... how would camron, Dj, and Vee react to human dying in their arms
(I imagine this would take place during a fatal battle and the unit fails to protect the human. >: ) ) Camron would try his damnedest to keep you alive just a little bit longer. Hold on! The medics are coming! He'll try to drag you and pick you up, even through his own injuries. He's desperate to keep his friend alive. Even as you fade in his arms, he keeps trying his best to get you to the medics. Despite his efforts, he sees the light leave your eyes and he feels your flesh grow colder and colder. Despite his robotic nature, the unit mimes out that he's crying. Wiping tears that aren't there...something he recalls the human doing when they were upset. There has to be a way to fix you...you can't die like this! He can't let the toilets take something he cares so much about from him! Don't die! Don't go! Don't...don't go anywhere...don't...don't die. DJ is usually so hopeful and optimistic, but as he sits there holding your fading body...his once musical heart is silent and he can only hold your hand tightly in his. What more could he do for a friend that has been sliced into two parts? Your life was fading...and he was trying to stomach the realization that his friend was dying off. They were fading fast, as their blood pools on the ground and stains his clothes...not that he cared. He could only recall things to try and bring you comfort as your life leaves your eyes. So...he begins to play your favorite song. Something you two would do often together when you would hang out. The melody was slowed and his grip on the human's cold hand could only tighten as his body trembles. Unable to bring any tears to the surface, he shakes and the song he plays skips multiple beats as his speaker thumps out the brokenhearted melody. He can only swear to avenge you as he lays there, waiting for the retrieval team.
Vee feels like such a failure...even with all of his abilities...with his teleportation...he could have never imagined that he wasn't fast enough. The human in his arms was beheaded the last moment before he could safely pull them out of danger. His internal workings could barely suppress the sense of guilt, disappointment, and agony that he was feeling swell up inside of him. He can only tremble in place as the medics surrounding him to where he teleported could only look on in shock, horror, and sadness as the human's body was already going cold. The head lost somewhere out there on the battlefield. Vee allows one of the medics to take the body before he abruptly teleports away, somewhere random, and falls to his knees. He was such a failure! Why couldn't he have been FASTER?! He can even remember the last moment of relief on your face...when you thought he was going to save you like he always did....then that ugly ass mother fucker mutant FREAK came out of the smoke, buzzsaw revved and it swung...he can still remember the shower of blood. Vee stays kneeling there until he feels his internal tracker get pinged and a familiar face emerges. The matriarch. He stays there, unable to look at her face as he keeps looking at the ground, grief-stricken and heartbroken. The leader says nothing as she simply comes to his side and squats to place a hand on his back. Giving him a shoulder to rest on as his screen fades to a dull static...and is replaced with a sad emoticon.
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Fighting with you in my dreams part-1
Paring: Steve Rogers x f!reader
Summary: a simple accident leads to a thousand truths
Warnings: angst with a sprinkle of fluff(angst will hit in the second part)
A/n: it was getting too long so I've decided to divide it into two parts.
Part 2
Song recommendations: one or two
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Steve swung his hand hitting the man with his shield in the head. He felt someone approaching from behind and turned around. Before the hydra agent could fire the bullet he shielded himself and kicked him in the stomach, effectively knocking him him out.
He heard a gutteral scream and saw someone coming at him with an axe and something... Golden. He didn't wast his time and covered himself with his shield, prepared for the impact.
But it never came. He peeked over his shield and jumped to his full height, eyes widened and frantically looking around.
He wasn't in a dirty warehouse fighting hydra agents. He was on the street of New York City! How could this happen? How did he get here?
He clearly remembers fighting and he couldn't have fallen asleep in the middle of the street.His mind was short-circuiting, when a loud honk reminded him that he in fact was standing in the middle of the street.
He looked at the fast approaching car and rushed to the sidewalk. Heaving loudly he was still trying to make sense of the situation, he almost jumped when he looked forward and saw a woman staring at him. With surprise and something he couldn't place.
When they made eye contact her face turned unreadable and with small steps she approached him.
"Captain Rogers" She said quietly.
"Miss, I-" He didn't know what to say nor did he knew this woman. "Do you need any help? " He cautiously said.
He didn't know what pleasant words he uttered because a sparkle and smile appeared on her face. And he had to admit her smile was beautiful.
"I thought you needed help." She said tilting her head with a lopsided smile.
"Me, no."
"Then why are you here? "
He didn't know either but she won't believe him so. "I was going to the Avenger's tower."
Her smile widened and she said. "I'm going there as well, come I'll take you."
His eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Why are you going here?"
"You don't know." She pouted.
He shook his head and then she said. "I work there." He was about to say that he had never seen there when she quipped. "Have you ever gone to the IT department? "
He looked at her and sheepishly shook his head. He haven't.
"I work there that's why you never saw me." She explained calmly and told him her name. He was still a little reluctant to go with her and it probably showed on his face because in the next moment she said.
"If you are suspicious then I'll let you drive my car, " She said, took out her key and tossed it at Steve. "That way you'll have the control and I won't be able to kidnap you. "
Steve's eyebrows jumped at that statement but she only winked. "Follow me." She gestured for him to follow and seeing no harm, he followed her.
After reaching the car they sat down on their respected seats. He saw her dial a number and asked.
"Who are you calling?"
"Don't worry captain, it's fury. I'm telling him of your arrival that's it." She said while tightly clutching her phone. And for proof she showed him the number, seeing it was indeed of Nick he nodded in approval and started the engine.
The roar of the engine died down as he stopped the car. He got out of the vehicle, she following suit.
She turned to him when he came beside her. "Come I'll show you the way. " She said and started walking to the building.
He frowned at her back. Lady this is my second home he thought.
But the confidence dessipated as soon as it came because when they entered the tower he was shocked to see it different, completely different.
She took him to a conferencing room. And he saw a face which made him freeze in his tracks. A face he thought he would never see, a face that plagued his nightmares, a face he thought was dead.
"Bucky" He spoke in disbelief.
"What's going on! " He demanded as his brain started short circuiting again.
"Calm down Rogers." Fury said in his nonchalant voice.
"Yes, you need to be calm to understand this, " Bucky added and Steve just looked at him like he was a ghost. "Sit down." Bucky manoeuvred Steve to sit and giave him some water to drink.
After relaxing a little bit he looked at Bucky, a silent plea for explanation. Bucky nodded at Bruce to start and he cleared his throat before explaining.
"Yes, so we have discovered time travel and multiverse, because of some glitch the portal of our reality opened in yours and sucked you in." Bruce drawled out for more clarity.
He did saw flickers of gold and it would explain why he suddenly teleported from kicking asses to almost getting hit by a car. But it was still hard to wrap his head around this concept.
"So you are telling me that I'm in another reality? "
"Yes"
"And it is because of time travel."
"Essentially"Bruce replied.
"Then, what about your Steve? "
"He's in your universe." Y/n chimed in for the first time since this conversation started.
She looked up from her computer screen and continued. "He was on a mission with doctor Strange, " She pointed to the strange guy and he nodded after side eyeing her. "Due to some mistake, the portal between the two realities opened and got connected, that's why you are here. We need to figure out how to get you both back to your respective realities, but we'll do it. " She ended it with a smile.
"I know it's hard to believe but you'll process it soon." Doctor Strange, that was his name right? Said.
"Sam could you give Roger a room." Fury command and he looked at the guy, Sam who offered him a kind smile and said. "Come, Steve." And he went with him.
What he didn't saw was Fury's death glare and her resilient stare.
"I regret nothing." She said calmly with light anger etched in her voice.
"Sunshine" Bucky ran afer her as she stormed out.
And process he did. It took him a few days but he did come to terms with the he in fact was in another reality. It was not a nightmare nor a trap by hydra.
He got to know that these Avengers had to search his universe and send him back as discreetly as possible so to not make any big changes in his world. Though not creating any changes was impossible. He asked for Tony but he was told that he was busy "fixing this mess", their words not his.
But gradually got used to being there. He did some sketching since he, now had a lot of free time in his hand. He rode around the city and also found a nice tulip garden to go and draw.
Most importantly, he got to see, talk and be with Bucky. It felt like a dream. He had asked if Bucky would be alive in his reality, but they would not give him any concrete answer. He really wished, no prayed that Bucky would be alive in his reality.
He would never let him go, ever.
There was also Sam. A goofy and carefree man. He really liked him. But he loved Sam and Bucky's banter even more. They would bicker the whole time, but he knew that they cared for each other even more.
But someone had taken a special place in his heart. You.
You were a ray of sunshine, always ready to help and sweet to everybody. Even though you never approached him, busy with helping Tony. You'd always help him whenever he was having a problem, with a smile on your face. You were reserved but never shyed away from making a gloomy man laugh. He had experienced it first hand. You were like him, but with a good sense of humor.
Yes, you would always disagree whenever he said this to you. These things were making him doubt his return back.
Even now, when he was sitting on a chair in a barely lit room, right across from Bucky. Who was sitting on the bed, panting. From a nightmare.
You were there sitting beside him try to calm him down. He was late to Bucky's room but you were there to comfort him.
You were always there.
"It's okay, your okay." You gently whispered, while rubbing his back. Bucky looked at you with a soft expression and nodded.
"Better now. " He said while still a little out of breath.
"What was it about? " Steve asked softly, as to not disturb the quiet peace of the room.
Instead of Bucky, you were the one who replied." You could guess." Ugh, the ambiguity.
"Yes yes." He said and looked at Bucky. His hair was long, few strands sticking to his neck and he had a beard. He was not the heartthrob Bucky he knew, but a person with ghosts of past. What past? He didn't know.
He gulped at the thought and tried to change the subject." I didn't know you were into long hair."
Bucky opened his mouth but you interrupted. "Yeah, he looks like a caveman. Doesn't he? " You teased Bucky.
Steve chuckled in agreementand Bucky gave a bitch face.
"Okay it's long." He said and threw his arms in the air.
"You should get a hair cut." Steve said.
"Yeah, okay. " Bucky said halfheartedly.
"We should do it tomorrow." He requested.
Bucky looked at him and then at you. Silently communicating. You gave with a cute smile and squeezed his hand.
"Sounds good. " Bucky replied with a nod of his head.
After Bucky's haircut he didn't see you around for three days. He was starting to get worried but Sam said that because they had found the location of his reality. They were working day and night to try to set up a connection, while trying to creating as little disturbance in his world as possible.
So he was extremely surprised to see you in the kitchen, in the middle of the night, nursing a cup of coffee and humming a tune while looking out of the giant window.
"Hello" He said as quietly as possible.
"God dammit! You scared me." You hissed lowly while clutching your chest.
"Sorry" He said and gave a self-deprecating.
You still glared at him but relaxed a little now.
"Haven't seen you in awhile? " He asked, trudging lightly. He didn't know if you were mad.
You exhaled a long breath but replied. "Been helping Tony. Just... Few more days and you'll be able to go back. "
He didn't wanted to think about his departure so he changed the topic. "You and Tony are really close, huh?"
At that, a smile spread across your lips and your gaze grew distant.
"When there was no one, there was Tony." You said, reminiscent.
He didn't feel like it was his place to ask for reasons, so he left it at that. And proposed what he wanted to for three days.
"Since I'll be gone in a few days," He swallowed at that. "Could you come with me somewhere? "
Your smile stiffened at that and you turned to him with a questioning gaze.
"It's a surprise, please tomorrow." He really wanted you to say yes.
You averted your eyes and after awhile. "Uhm... Okay, but I have some work to do. So, it'll be late and I'll come by myself."
"Okay, I'll send you the location." He had no objections.
"Alright, good night then. " You said as you looked at your empty cup.
"Good night"
Steve bounced around, nervously waiting for you. He sent you the location first thing in the morning and you had said that you'll call him when you got off the work. You just called him, saying you were on your way and he had been a nervous wreck ever since.
He was pulled out of his hysterical misery by the loud roar of a engine .
He turned to his left to see you arriving on a motorcycle. After you reached him, you took off your helmet, revealing your beautiful face.
"It's Bucky's bike, right? " Steve spluttered trying to calm his racing nerves.
You blinked at him and then chuckled slightly. "Yeah, it is," You confirmed and then asked. "Why did you call me," You eye the area suspiciously. "To this abandoned location."
"It's not the actual location. It's a surprise, remember?" He said and gestured for you to climb off the bike.
You did that, hooking the helmet on the handle and jumping of the motorbike. He then gently took your hand in his and lead you to the actual site.
When you both reached there, he let go of your hand to capture your reaction. It was just as he wished, mesmerized as you gazed at the red, yellow and pink tulips spanning as far as the eyes could see.
"How is it? " He asked already knowing the answer.
"It's beautiful." You whispered as you went inside the garden, tulips surrounding you. Making you look ethereal.
And he just kept looking at you, drowning in you deeper and deeper. As you wandered around the garden, inhaling the fragrance of the flowers, surrendering to the scenery.
Suddenly it dawned on him why his heart always fluttered seeing you, why he felt a dull ache whenever he thought about going back, why he wanted to throw away everything and be selfish for once in his life.
Steve slowly moved closer to you. "I need to tell you something." He quietly spoke, making you turn to face him.
You urged him to speak with a hum. He took both of your hands in his and you looked at him with curiosity sparkling in your eyes.
"I... I don't want to leave."
He saw as your expression faltered and you asked in a small yet , doubtful voice. "What do you mean? "
"I don't want to leave Bucky, I don't want to leave you... I like you." He said while looking at you anxiously, trying to cage your reaction. But it only went downhill from there.
"No you don't," You muttered and backed away from him, your face turning pained. "You don't like me, you don't want stay with Bucky."
"I do-"
"NO YOU DON'T STEVEN GRANT ROGERS," He flinched at your outburst. Your whole body shook as you tried to control your emotion, but failed as tears started pouring down your face. "You are a liar. You said these words before, you said you liked me, you said you love me! You said you wanted me but, you left. You left without without a word! Like I meant nothing."
Your voice turned into a whisper at the end. And Steve he was just frozen, what did he do? When did he leave? Why did he leave you? All these questions were making his head hurt, but what hurt him more was your tears. The face that always had a smile, no matter what. Was now sobbing in anguish. And it was because of him.
He tired to come closer to you but you stretched out a hand, prompting him to stop. "Don't come near me. Just go back and forget that I existed... Iike you did before. " With that you turned around ran outside of the garden as fast as you can.
He followed you and saw Bucky at the end of the yard. He watched as you ran into his arms, weeping uncontrollably.
"I can't do this anymore Bucky. I can't pretend anymore, I can't pretend that I don't love and hate him at the same time. I'm sorry, I can't. " You sobbed as Bucky tried to console you.
His eyes met Steve's and he must have seen the questions swimming in his indigo orbs as he spoke. "I'll answer your every single question."
What happened?
Why did Steve leave?
Was he stuck in this timeline because of a mere glitch?
Or is there something more?
Part-2 coming soon
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wandaszn · 2 years
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Long Way Home
Hi everyone! This is my first delve into writing so I hope you can bear a bit of novice and mediocrity! This is just a small (read: it was small but I got carried away lol) shot based on this incredibly cute video of Lizzie. Just a few tweaks, such as the song being changed to Long Way Home by 5SOS and it being a Wanda x Reader instead. Also we're gonna pretend that Westview never happened and WandaVision doesn't exist *mwah*
Please leave any feedback at all I'd really appreciate it! Hope you enjoy!
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Summary: On the way home from a quick grocery trip, Y/N turns left instead of right.
Warnings: Just a fluffy little one-shot. Slight(!) angst. Mentions of intimate moments but nothing major.
Here's the song in case you haven't heard it!
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While it's tradition for shotgun to have control over the music, Wanda was obsessed with your playlist curating skills. You had made her countless playlists for day-to-day activities whether it be cooking, cleaning, working out or showering. Her absolute favorite, however, had to be the one for car rides as it had a mixture of both your favorite tunes. After countless trips together, you had learned the order by heart so you knew exactly what song was next. An idea sparked in your head as the light changed and you quickly switched your turn signal, deciding that an impromptu adventure couldn't hurt after a quick grocery trip.
"Y/NN, where are we going?" asked Wanda, curious as to why you missed your turn.
You say nothing, turning the volume up slightly and drumming against the steering wheel as the song's intro fills the car. You glance at her quickly, a small mischievous smile directed at her as you sing along. "We're taking the long way hoooome!"
She furrows her brows while donning a sweet smile and shakes her head affectionately, leaning her head against her palm, arm propped on the center console and watching your mini-concert, as the sun sets behind you.
Remember all the memories
The fireflies and make believes
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Memories of your first date fill Wanda's mind vividly, as if she were reliving it all over again. After running into eachother, literally, at the local farmer's market, it seemed like you could not stop meeting. You know when you see someone but pay no extra attention to their detail, but when you meet them, they're upgraded from background extra to recurring character? The mall, the gym, the park and now, your favorite coffee shop. It felt as if the universe kept pulling you towards the witch. Your yearning only grew stronger as time passed and you found courage to sit across from her at the table while you waited for your order.
She was startled at first and wondered why this kind stranger kept popping up into her life, though she wasn't complaining. You started an easy conversation, joking about fate bringing you both together constantly with no follow-up. While Wanda was hesitant, there's an easy-going air around you that helped the tension in her shoulders dissipate the more you talked to her. The clock behind Wanda told you it was getting dangerously close to you being late to work and you cleared your throat trying to muster up some courage. Taking a leap, you expressed your interest in seeing her again, which made her cheeks flush the cutest pink. Hesitantly, she agreed and gave you her number to set it up.
It took 3 weeks worth of texts, phone calls and canceled plans before your schedules had opened up for a date night. A cool Friday night found the both of you laying on a blanket sharing stories and getting to know each other better. The calm breeze and the ambience of the park allowed the conversation to take a more somber turn as Wanda opened up to you. She had never confided in anyone so quickly before you and felt incredibly vulnerable revealing her past.
She'd revealed her upbringing, her life until she became an avenger and the loss of her brother. Wanda had always been afraid of how people would react to her powers and how she'd previously used them. To her surprise, you didn't recoil like she expected, instead opting to grab her hand and give it a reassuring squeeze. "You're not your past, Wands. People are allowed to grow and change. I would never judge you for how you coped." She was only able to give you a watery smile in return, subtly dabbing at her misty eyes.
Sensing her need to change the topic, you begin rambling about the latest episode of your favorite show. Wanda hadn't heard of the show or anything about it, confessing she'd always preferred her box set of old sitcoms to keep her entertained. When you put your hand to your chest and groaned, she sat up, face creased in concern.
She immediately grasped your face in her hands, "What's wrong? Are you okay?", her voiced laced with worry. "I can't believe you've never watched it! That's the best show ever made!" A small slap on your chest let you know she did not appreciate your little drama act at all. She rolled her eyes and looked up at the clear sky, zoning out a little as she reminisced.
"When I was little, my father created the Maximoff family TV night and I always picked The Dick van Dyke Show. It's my comfort show, you know? On the hard days I just curl up on the couch and watch few episodes and I feel alot better. It reminds me of my family." she shyly admitted. By this time you'd sat up and were gazing at her softly. Reaching to tuck her raven hair behind her ear, your hand traces down to cup her jaw.
"I understand how you feel completely. How about we make a deal?" you look at her with hopeful eyes. She quirks her brow, tilting her head slightly, leaning more into your warm palm. "How about we have a TV night for our next date? We watch some episodes of my show, some episodes of your show and get to see just what keeps us both so hooked, huh?" you smile and she mirrors it.
"Planning for a second date in the middle of the first? Someone's confident..." she smirks. You reach your free hand to the other side of her face as you lean in closer. "I just know what I want," you whisper as you caress her rose-tinted cheeks. "What else do you want?" her question almost sounds like a dare as her eyes flicker to your lips as you lick them.
"I wanna kiss you but I think I should hold out till that second date happens," you joke while slowly pulling away. She grabs the front of your shirt before you move too far, pulling you back in and kissing you softly. Your lips move lazily as you both melt into the embrace. When you part, you rest your forehead against hers.
"Keep kissing me like that and I'll start planning the fifth date," you joke quietly. She giggles and pulls you forward once more. The scattered fireflies provided a calming aura as the night winded down.
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"I wanna get lost and drive forever with you!" you sing enthusiastically, glancing at your girlfriend while holding your invisible microphone. Her affectionate gaze filling your chest with warmth that spurs on your performance. The buildings slowly start to disappear as you drive further into the desert area of your town. Pink, purple and orange paint the sky and you slow down slightly, trying to prolong this moment with your love.
Now we're stuck in the middle of nowhere
Yeah you know we took our time to get there
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Wanda's eyes glaze over once more as the lyrics transport her back to a more difficult time in your relationship. A few months after making it official, a slight panic had overcome her. The morning after a night of intimacy, you had slept over at the Avenger's compound and woken earlier than Wanda. So naturally, you decided to make her breakfast. She had returned from a mission that had drained her both mentally and physically and you wanted to take care of her.
The feel of cold sheets roused her from her slumber and she sat up, looking around the room for any sign of you. There was a faintly delicious smell that had an almost magnetic pull because before her brain had even fully awoken, she was following her nose. When she walked into kitchen, her breath hitched. The view of you standing at the stove, spatula in hand, vigilantly watching the eggs in the pan. As you moved around the scrambled eggs making sure it cooked evenly, you lightly hummed a tune.
This all felt overwhelmingly domestic to Wanda. Before you, she had never had someone this close in her life that wasn't family. It felt wrong having such a peaceful presence in a building that could be attacked at any moment. The sun peeked through the kitchen window, shining perfectly onto the side of your face while you were oblivious to her stare. As pleasant as the scene before her was, she felt nothing but dread. She didn't deserve such serenity and happiness. Regardless of her redemption arc, after all the horror she had caused she was overcome with guilt at being shown this affection and kindness. The way you had welcomed her into your life so openly, even after knowing her past and the dangers of her job, made her feel so loved and she didn't deserve it.
"What are you doing?" she asked harshly, voice coming out slight hoarse from lack of use. Or considering events from last night, overuse. You jump slightly, not expecting any noise to cut into the calm silence. Turning your head, you smile. "Hey, goodmorning sleeping beauty. I'm making a good old fashion eggs and bacon." You strike a silly pose with the utensil, trying to get a laugh out of her. "Alot of this stuff is brand spanking new. I know Stark is loaded but sheesh do you guys never cook?" you lightly jested.
At her hardened expression, you slowly lowered the spatula. "You okay? I hope I'm not overstepping I just thought we could use some fuel after last night." You wiggle your eyebrows playfully, hoping this attempt could atleast garner a smile. Your expression falls as she remains unmoved and you quickly turn off the stove and walk closer to her. You reach for her hand but she quickly moves it and folds her arms instead.
The hurt on your face is subtle but she notices it and feels a little bad but her insecurities are louder so she takes a step back. "I think you should leave." She forces out. You blink in surprise. "What? I'm sorry for touching your stuff, I thought you'd be okay with it. I made extra for the team too," you tried, rubbing your neck nervously you plead to her with your eyes. "I said leave! I don't want you here anymore!" she voice boomed around the silent kitchen. The only other sound being the eggs softly sizzling in the pan.
At her tone you flinched back, eyes widening in shock. She felt the fear rolling off you in waves, your head swimming with your own insecurities. She had been waiting on the day you came to your senses and saw her for who she really was deep down. A monster. A ticking time bomb. A biological weapon. Normally you would go to her and try to calm her down, but the way she had closed in on herself and the tiny bit of red flecks you could see in her irises, you knew this would not be on of those times. Sighing softly, you take one last look at her before you head to her room to collect your things. Trying not to upset her any further, you moved quickly, peeking into the kitchen once more just to ensure you'd turned off the stove and you headed to the elevator.
Meanwhile Wanda was crying and trying to convince herself that she had done what was best for the both of you. Her romantic track record was anything but solid. Having lost every single person that was important to her, she hadn't quite overcome the voice in her head saying she wasn't worthy of love or anything resembling it.
After two weeks of no contact, the redhead ignoring your attempts to talk to her and not running into eachother like you used to, you took matters into your own hands. It hadn't taken you long to realize what Wanda might have been thinking, recalling the many times you gladly reassured her that she is more than deserving of happiness. It broke your heart to know the woman you had been falling in love with was suffering this turmoil alone.
You called Natasha, the Russian assassin had become one of your closest friends after Wanda introduced you to the rest of the team. She revealed that whilst they hadn't been called on any missions, the witch was holed up in her room, only coming out to eat and attend meetings. This had only solidified your suspicions and you knew you had to fight for her. Even if Wanda herself was the biggest obstacle. You showed up at the compound, determined to win back your beloved, access easily granted thanks to your quick closeness to the team. Three shy but precise knocks echoed through Wanda's quarters.
"FRIDAY, who is it?" she asked tiredly. "It is Y/N, Ms. Maximoff." the omnipresent voice replied. It was as if Wanda had had the wind knocked out of her. She immediately went to stand in front of the door but it remained closed. You knocked again, softer this time, as if you knew she was right there. "Wands, baby? Can you open up please? I need you." you asked desperately. Your thoughts floated under the crack of the door, yelling your desire to be with her and your guilt for leaving in the first place. Her hand came to rest on the handle, gripping it tightly. "Come on angel, I miss you. Please let me in." came your pleading whisper. That was all it took for the door to slowly open, tear-filled emerald eyes staring into you.
"Y/N?" came her small voice. Without another word you pushed through the door and embraced her. Her smaller frame wracked with sobs and collapsed against you as strong arms tightly wrapped around her. "I-I'm so sorry..." she repeated between her cries. You did nothing but hold her till her crying subsided. After she calmed down you closed the door and lead her to her couch. Sitting closely, hands clasped together, you maintain strong eye contact as you choose your next words carefully. It's easy to see Wanda is nervous, if the way she played with your fingers was anything to go by.
"You don't get to do that." You say sternly. Before she starts apologizing again, you continue, "You don't get to make me fall in love with you and then decide to avoid me for weeks." Her eyes widened at your admission, which made you roll your eyes. "Now you have the audacity to be shocked? Woman you crashed into my life - literally - and I have yet to successfully imagine living without you. I love you so much and I'm so sorry that my feelings for you weren't louder than those thoughts in your head." Tears fell from your eyes as you tried to convey just how sincere your words were.
"Hell, read my mind if that'll truly convince you but please, baby, never push me away like that again. It physically hurt me to be away from you for so long." Your grip on her hands tightened slightly as you practically begged her. The pure pain and love she saw shining in your eyes made her crumble and she, in turn, grabbed your face and kissed you with all the love she had been harboring since you were apart. Pulling away, with neither of you ready to open your eyes she whispered, "I will never hurt you as long as I live. I love you so much, Y/N."
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As a stop sign came into view, Wanda barely had time to notice you turning to her as you stole a chaste kiss while the bridge of the song began.
"Kissing at the stop signs, darling!" you laughed at her stunned face as you pulled off, continuing your impromptu adventure. Before she could properly register what had just happened, the car came to another stop as you parked at a lookout point of the city. By this time, the sun had already set and being a ways away from all the light pollution, the stars were bright and beautiful. The chorus repeated once more as the song ended, the two of you just sat enjoying eachother's company.
"What made you bring us up here?" She wondered quietly, playing with the fingers of your hand in her lap. Your head lolled to the side, away from your previous view of the stars, to look at something much brighter and prettier than any star in the galaxy. "Just thought we could use a little break from our regular routine. Felt like it was getting a bit robotic, don't you?" Came your reply with a shrug.
"Only three years in and you're getting bored with me, huh?" She teased but you could see the thinly veiled insecurity in her words. You raise her hand and kiss her knuckles in reassurance. "As if, you're stuck with me forever in this universe and the next so strap in." As her eyes lit up, you cut her off before she could open her mouth. "NOT what I meant!" Instantly bursting her bubble, you smiled and she pouted and huffed," You're no fun."
"Like you'd know what to do anyway, pillow princess." You jested, holding your breath to see her reaction. Just as you hoped, red eyes snapped towards you, "Excuse me? Pillow princess? Oh you're gonna wish you never said that. Turn this car around and take me home." It was a rare occasion, Wanda being on top, but when it happened she utilized her work persona as the Scarlet Witch after realizing the effect it had on you and your body. Her authoritative voice filled the car as you hadn't yet moved from staring at her. "Now, Y/N."
After snapping out of your daze you made a hasty (and probably illegal) u-turn. It had been a great idea at first but seeing how far you had driven and how long it'd take for you to be home wrapped up in be with your girlfriend, you cursed your original adventure. Fuck it. Speed limit be damned. They wouldn't give an Avenger a ticket.
Right?
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So there you have it guys! Truth be told I started this back in June and lost and found the inspiration to finish it so many times. Please forgive any mistakes, I've been trying to get this outta my drafts for weeks lmao. I wrote this in the way I know I'd wanna read it so I really hope you enjoy it. Any feedback is welcome whether it be good, bad or even just a like I'd really appreciate it! I have a few other ideas and I hope it won't take me 3 months to finish the next thing lmao. Much love!
sn: how fucking cute is lizzie in that vid
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tonys-fav-bitch · 8 months
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Plot Twist || Reader x Moonboys
Moon Knight AU
Part 8
Word Count: 1.1k
Summary: In which your boss sends you to keep an eye on a possible avengers recruit. You’re tasked with following him, figuring out who he is, and if he’s good enough for the team. That’s it. But it’s never that simple.
Warnings: None (I don’t think?) it’s really just a story full of fluff.
STEVEN WAS STOOD in his flat, staring into his mirror before he took a seat on his bed. His mind was reeling. He was undeniably falling for you and that made him excited and scared. But one thing - technically two - were stopping him from advancing any further.
Marc and Jake.
They deserved to meet someone who would potentially be with Steven and their body. They wanted to meet you, they were dying to. Your sweetness and innocent nature called to them like a siren song. They wanted you to know them.
Well Marc did.
Jake was more hesitant.
Jake thought of himself more as only a protector, not someone to involve himself in Marc and Steven's life, but he couldn't deny he was enticed by you.
"Should I tell her?" Steven asked aloud, as if someone would answer him from within the room.
"Do you want to?" Marc's voice floated in his head.
"I - I do." He stuttered, his stomach churning with nervousness.
"You think she'll accept it - us?" Marc continued.
"Will you tell her about Khonshu?" He asked another question.
"Whoa - whoa. Let me just find a way to tell her about us first, mate. . I think she will. ." Steven stopped his alter, who huffed.
Jake was quiet as he normally was, not weighing in on the matter. If it were up to him, he wouldn't tell the woman, no matter how much he wanted to. Jake's life revolved around danger, something he couldn't justify bringing someone else into. He already unwillingly brought Steven into it.
Steven wanted to hear what Jake had to say but it was hard to get him to communicate. All three were still getting use to each other. Jake lived life alone for so long, doing his job for Khonshu. Steven and Marc had no idea he existed and he planned on keeping that way, until he screwed it up. He felt guilty most days.
"I'll do it. . I'll do it. I just need to figure out how." He assured them.
"What do you say? Hey love, I really like you and by the way I have two other personalities inside my skull that would love to meet you." Steven could imagine Marc's scowl perfectly.
"Eh something like that. Just gotta find the right time, y'know mate?"
"She's never going to talk to us again." Marc uttered in defeat.
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You held your phone close to your ear as you listened to Peter ramble on. You loved the kid dearly, but he tended to go on tangents. He was intensely discussing his plan to take MJ out on a date, which you were happy to hear about.
It was about time he made a move.
"So do you think that's a good idea?" Peter's voice brought you back to the conversation. You hesitated as she tried to remember what he had just said.
"Are you even listening?" He huffed like a small child, making you laugh.
"Yea, yea totally. Whatever you do, I'm sure she'll love it, Peter." You assured him, avoiding the fact that you did indeed zone out during his monologue.
"You think?"
"I know." You replied.
A sudden knock at the door caught you by surprise. Peter silenced himself as he listened in.
"Who's that?" He asked. You could picture his eyebrows raised and his eyes wide with curiosity.
"I don't know, why don't you tell me - use your Peter tingle." You laughed, earning a small shriek from him. He hated when people said that.
You got to your feet and padded your way over to the front door, swinging it open to reveal a smiling Steven. Your face immediately mirrored his own.
"Hello love!" He said enthusiastically.
"It's a DUDE?!" Peter screeched through the phone.
Your cheeks immediately reddened and you hurriedly ended the call without saying anything to the boy. Steven laughed and gave you an inquisitive look.
"Who was that?"
"Uh, just a friend. . being annoying." You said it as if Peter could still hear the word you used to describe him.
"Anyways, come in love." You moved out of the way to let him in.
"Bollocks, I would love to. . but I have to head out for a bit. I stopped by to uh, ask you something." He told you.
You slightly frowned at the thought of not being able to spend time with him for the evening. But you figured he - or rather Marc, would be up to some Moon Knight adventures tonight.
"Awe, alright. What did you want to ask me?" You tilted your head slightly.
The man gave you a nervous look, rubbing his hands together. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. His beautiful brown eyes were wide and he bit at his lip.
"Steven?" You gave him a questioning look, snapping him back to reality.
"Oh uh, yea. . I wanted to. ." He took a breath before continuing.
"I wanted to ask you on a proper date. ." He shyly announced, his cheeks burning. You beamed a smile at him, your stomach doing small flips at his words.
"I would love that, Steven." You replied, sending a rush of relief through the man's body.
"Really? Wicked!" He grinned like a child on Christmas Day, making you chuckle.
"Wicked, indeed."
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You were sat on your balcony, wrapped in a blanket to shield you from the bitter London breeze. Your phone was laid beside you, ringing over and over again.
Fury wanted an update, wanted to know if the woman closed in on any new information on Moon Knight. But, in all honesty, you didn't want to deal with him at the moment. Your mind was focused on the upcoming date with Steven. You found yourself wanting to protect the man from joining shield and the avengers at this point. He seemed so normal, you didn't wanna ruin that for him.
You wondered how long you could avoid your boss before he lost it. You weren't sure how long but you were certainly gonna test it.
It had been so long since you'd been happy and open to dating. You had never felt that click with someone. . until now. Of course your luck would have it happen during a mission - to a man you were supposed to be spying on. You were supposed to find out his secrets, report back to Fury, and that was it.
But when did your missions ever go as planned?
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thepalaceofmelanie · 2 months
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Martell Week- COTD: Oberyn Martell
Tag: @elvinaa @adriennegabriella @morby @candycanes19 @wingsoftheangels @tashastrange89
(A/N: Okay so we had a House Martell music task...well, I want to do that for just Oberyn. So the first ten are songs with my reasoning, while the last ten are certain lyrics that fit him without my reasoning. Plus, this helps me get a playlist for Oberyn started for use. Enjoy the ride! Also am working on Day 2 and 3, so hopefully I can get those done tonight.)
1- “Unholy (Japanese Version)” by: Shayne Orok, Curserino & Ali Orok
Reasoning: Alright, pick any version of Unholy; I don’t care if it’s the OG to a cover or whatever else, this version screams Oberyn. It’s slow and sensual and sexy, to say the least, I recommend this song for any smut/lemon playlist.
2- “Oberyn” by: Daenerys and Targaryens
Reasoning: Please, do yourself a favor! Go and listen to this song. It’s so fun and a bit funny but it’s about him! So enjoy fellow Oberyn fans.
3- “Letter To A Friend” by: Robert Gromotka and Chiharu Bley Violoncello
Reasoning: I feel this would be his theme song back in Dorne. More so when he’s in the Water Garden writing poems for his daughters. It’s just something that would make you think of him feeling calm for lack of a better term.
4- “Bow Down” by: I, Prevail
Reasoning: Basically, this song is could be his theme song when trying to avenge his Sister and her children. I did have this one down in the lyric area but switched it because, of how it just works more so as a whole.
5- “Crossing Over” by: Five Finger Death Punch
Reasoning: So, after watching the Bills game, I was trying to think what else to add and remember this old gem. This song is about loss and grieving and well, he lost Elia. Also you could use this song for Ellaria as well, when the second verse.
6- “Adrenalize” by: In This Moment
Reasoning: If I had to give Oberyn’s “infamous for his sexual appetite” as the wiki puts it, a theme song, it would be this. It’s hard, heavy and well a sex song.
7- “Tonight” by: Fozzy
Reasoning: “Then everyone is missing half the world’s pleasure. The gods made women… and it delights me. The gods made men… and it delights me. When it comes to war, I fight for Dorne. When it comes to love — I don’t choose sides.”
8- “One Of The Girls” by: Jennie Kim, Lily-Rose Depp, and The Weeknd
“We don't gotta be in love, no
I don't gotta be the one, no
I just wanna be one of your girls tonight
We don't gotta be in love, no
I don't gotta be the one, no
I just wanna be one of your girls tonight, oh”
9- “Emperor’s New Clothes” by: Panic! At The Disco
“I'm taking back the crown
I'm all dressed up and naked
I see what's mine and take it
(Finders keepers, losers weepers)”
10- “Love You To Death” by: Type O Negative
“In her place one hundred candles burning
As salty sweat drips from her breast
Her hips move and I can feel what they're saying, swaying
They say the beast inside of me is gonna get ya, get ya, get”
11- “Hangman” by: Rev Theory
“Take your places please
You’ll need to sit for this one
It’s a simple plan
With a mangled conclusion”
12- “Go Girl” by: Pitbull
“I party like a rockstar
Look like a movie star
Play like an all star
Fuck like a pornstar”
13- “The Whims of Fate -King Side” cover by: FamilyJules feat Kuraiinu
“Give into another vice
See where it might lead
Come on, let's just enjoy the spice
Life and feel so free
Give into temptation”
14- “So Far Away” by: Staind
“This is my life
Its not what it was before
All these feelings I've shared
And these are my dreams
That I'd never lived before
Somebody shake me
'Cause I
I must be sleeping”
15- “Young Gods” by: Hasley
“He says, "Ooh, baby girl, don't get cut on my edges
I'm the king of everything and oh, my tongue is a weapon
There's a light in the crack that's separating your thighs
And if you wanna go to heaven, you should fuck me tonight"”
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renicrusecal · 1 year
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Pierre
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x reader
Warnings: mentions of alcohol, annoying ex
Requested by: No one
Pronouns: They/Them
Authors note: Idea from the song Pierre by Ryn Weaver
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Maximoff. Y/N had heard the name on the bar's radio recently. It was always too loud for them to make out the first name, so they always assumed it wasn't Pietro. And why would it be? The chances of their soulmate working with the Avengers were practically impossible.
Pietro Maximoff had been written on their wrist for as long as they could remember. However, they hadn't met him yet. They had grown, dated, dumped and been dumped. They lived the life of any other nineteen year old and rarely thought about him.
Of course they regretted a few things, but experience is experience. For example, dating that one guy that - even though they weren't meant to be - didn't want to let them go.
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The usual crowd of already drunk customers rolled in. Every holiday brought the same excited, and often rowdy, people. The fourth of July was no different. Only this time, a group of what could be mistaken for Avengers lookalikes came in.
Eyes of sky and ocean blue met Y/N's as they looked up. He ordered a long list of drinks but looked far too young to get them. "Can I see some ID?"
"Anything else you would like to see?" He spoke in broken English, but his heart was there.
"Just the ID for now." They studied it for a moment, not truly believing it was real. "Alright, Pierre, I'll get those drinks for you."
As they turned around they felt the name on their wrist tingle. Unbeknownst to them, 'Pierre' felt the same thing.
♤♡◇♧
"Will you finally tell me your name?" Every night for the last week Pierre had been coming in. And every night he would lean against the bar, use some cheesy pick up line and flirt in that lovely accent of his.
"Will you tell me yours?" And every night Y/N had to be extra careful to not drown in those ocean eyes.
"You don't look old enough to be here either," He laughed.
"I'm old enough to work," They grinned in return.
♤♡◇♧
Y/N sighed as they hung up. Their break had officially been ruined by their ex. Asking how they've been to seem innocent was always how he started. These interactions had Y/N wishing they actually knew their soulmate instead of lying to get rid of him.
"Are you alright?"
Y/N jumped and pressed a hand to their chest. "Oh, Pierre! I didn't notice you."
"My name is Pietro, Pietro Maximoff. I guess that makes you Y/N?" He knew this probably wasn't the best time to reveal that, but he had been preparing himself all day. Well, Wanda had been pushing him to get it over with. "You don't need to worry about whoever that was anymore. If it means keeping you safe, I'll come here every night."
"You already do." They chuckled, stopping just in front of him.
Pietro smiled, "I can't believe I found you." He wrapped his arms around them.
♤♡◇♧
"Can I get a beer?" Y/N grinned, immediately recognising the voice behind them.
Almost every day since they discovered they were soulmates, Pietro visited the bar. He sat on a stool, admired Y/N and tried to get alcohol. Everytime he ended up with lemonade. "You're underage, if I sell you beer I'll lose my job."
"Which just means more time together." He flashed his usual dazzling smile.
"You already come in every day, Pietro." They teased, grabbing a rag to mop up a spillage of the counter.
"Maybe you should just leave them alone altogether." The gruff voice of Y/N's ex boyfriend interrupted.
They sighed and pressed their hands into the counter. "I thought I told you to stop coming here."
"And I thought I told you I want you back. We're good together, Y/N. Don't you want to be happy?" He has obviously been drinkng, as usual, but not there. All of Y/N's colleagues knew him, and none would serve him.
"I'm already happy, with my soulmate, so why don't-"
He barked out a laugh, "He's your soulmate? I'm a little disappointed."
Pietro knew Y/N could handle their ex, they had obviously done so before, but he just couldn't sit back and let it happen. No one had the right to disrespect his partner.
He grabbed the man's shirt, preparing to give him a piece of his mind. Until the larger hand of a certain blond landed on his shoulder, "Why don't I take care of this?" Steve began dragging him out. "You kids enjoy yourselves."
"When did Steve get here?" Y/N huffed, breaking the silence between them.
"He followed me; everyone wanted to know who you were."
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The Key to Your Heart (Part 05 of 18)
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader | The Winter Soldier X Reader
Word count: 1.9 K
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{Marvel Masterlist}
Summary: Joining the Avengers wasn't on your plans. Not until Steve asked you to help his best friend. Bucky was Bucky, but the Winter Soldier still came from time ti time, bringing with him chaos and destruction. And you was supposed to keep that side of him away... But what happens when both Bucky and the Winter Soldier start to enjoy your company more than anyone else? Should you turn your back on the Soldier, ignore his own fears and traumas? That's exactly what everyone wants. But you were never known for following orders...
A/N: Special thanks to my wonderful friend @multific for all her help through this story. I love you, girl!!
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Teach Me
As you said, the Soldier was back at the compound. He was at the entrance, seated on a bench. You stop the car and ask Steve to take it back to the garage. Walking over the Soldier, you invite him inside and he doesn't say anything before following you.
He stays for two days, without any incidents. He makes your company at the gym in the mornings and listens to your stupid talking through the afternoon and evening. He's still distant, always a questioning look in his eyes. The Soldier still waits for everything to come out as some kind of trap. Reason why he doesn't like being around others. So it's usually the two of you on the balcony, kitchen, or either of your bedrooms.
Steve has eyes on you the whole time, and you think the others are paying just as much attention.
You're running on the treadmill, a loud pop song playing, and the Soldier is seated on a wooden bench on your left. The pain on your shoulder isn't that bad, but the two painkillers you took a couple of hours ago help a lot. It's weird how you can feel his eyes on you all the time, but somehow you're growing used to it. You're already panting when the treadmill starts to move, and on the 3D panel, you see as the inclination starts increasing, stopping at 10%. “I hate when it does that!” You exclaim, trying to keep up the pace.
“(Y/N)?” He calls, and you give him a quick look.
“Yeah?”
“I'm here. Again.” His words confuse you, and it takes a moment until you get the different intonation of his voice. It's small, barely noticeable... But it's there.
You hit the stop button, slowing down your pace with the machine until you're able to jump to the ground. “Bucky.” You say, taking a deep breath. “Hi.”
“How long this time?”
“Around seventy-two hours.” You tell him, catching your breath. Unsure what to say after the last argument, you take a water bottle from the fridge before walking back to stand near the treadmill, putting the cold bottle on your neck to help you cool off. “If you're going to yell at me again, I think you should just leave, Bucky.”
“You yelled too.” He says, stepping closer. “Unlike the other guy, I remember things very well.”
“Talking about the Soldier behind his back. That's very low of you.” Mumbling, you look down at your feet, biting your lip before speaking again. “But you're wrong. The Soldier not only remembered me but also the directions to my apartment.”
“He went to your apartment?” Bucky asks, squinting his eyes a little.
“Don't start again, Bucky.” Rolling your eyes, you climb on the treadmill again. But before you can start it, Bucky grabs your arm.
“(Y/N), just listen to me.” He asks, in a much softer voice.
Turning to look at him, you sigh. “No, Bucky. You listen. Not yelling, or cutting me off. Just listen.” He only lets go when you step off the treadmill again. “I'm willing to talk if we keep it civilized.”
“I think we can be civilized.” He says, a small smile on his lips. There's this thing about his smile, it melts your heart a little.
“Guess we can try.” With a smile on yourself, you follow him to the bench he was seated. You both sit down, and you have a leg on each side, so you're facing him. “Bucky, the Soldier remembered me. He did remember the directions to my old place, and he remembered when I told him to look for me. After our fight, he came up again, and he couldn't find me, so he went there.”
“Did he hurt you?”
“No, Bucky.” Moving closer to him, you touch his arm. “The Soldier is... Kind with me. Distant and cold, but he hasn't hurt me and I don't think he will.”
“What if he does?”
“If he does, I'll tell Steve. And I'll tell you.” Giving his arm a gentle squeeze, you smile. “Trust me, I'm keeping him–”
“Docile?” Bucky speaks up, and you nod.
“That's a word for it. But I need you to trust me. I'm here to help you, and to help him, but for that, I'll need you to never to yell at me like that again, Barnes.” You change your tone, a finger on his face as you raise an eyebrow. “I'll learn how to fight soon enough and I'll kick your ass.”
“You can try.” He chuckles, looking down at his hands before aiming those beautiful blue eyes at you again. “I'm sorry, doll. I shouldn't have raised my voice at you like that.”
You blush at how he calls you, looking away. “Well, it means you worry, right?”
“I do.” He nods, sighing. “If I hurt you... I don't know what I'd do.”
“You won't have to figure out.” You say, getting up again. “Now why don't you make this supersoldier ass useful and teach me how to throw a punch?” Making your way to the punching bags, on the East side of the gym, you glance at him as he stands up.
“I thought Steve would be in charge of your training,” Bucky mutters, a smile in his voice.
“He is. But he's taking too long.” You choose the last bag, near the wall and the floor-to-ceiling glass window. “I'm getting impatient.”
“The goal so far is to–”
“Increase my resistance, I know.” Turning around, you look at Bucky before hiding behind the bag, only to walk around it and stare at him again, on the other side. “Are you saying no to being my teacher, Barnes?”
“Did you hear it from my mouth, doll?” He asks with a smile, an index finger inviting you. Raising an eyebrow, you move closer to him, raising your head to sustain his stare. “Everyone thinks punching is easy. Just ball your hands and go for it, but there's more to that. Mostly for us, since we'll be fighting people highly trained.”
“Mhmm.” You mutter, turning your back at him and looking at the bag. Clenching your hands into fists, you're just about to attack the bag when Bucky holds your arm. “What?”
“By the looks of it, you're a bad student.” He says, walking around and getting in between you and the bag. “Let me see your fist.” Rolling your eyes, you show him your hands. “Always wrap your thumb around your knuckles, never the other way around.”
“Or else I'll screw up my thumb. I know.” Nodding, you look at your hands, as Bucky slightly fixes your right fist.
He looks at you with an eyebrow raised, but a smile quickly takes over his lips. “That's right. The impact won't be gentle on your delicate bones, so don't make your fist too tight, you don't want to cut off the blood flow.”
“Got it.”
“Now, you need a solid base.” Bucky moves to stand behind you, and you get to face the bag again. “The power comes from your core.” He touches your stomach, making your cheeks burn suddenly. Eyes on the bag, you try not to let him notice. But sadly, his touch is gone too soon, and you know why. Bucky is a gentleman, to say the least, and he won't touch you more than necessary. “And from your legs, so a good position will make all the difference. Get in position.”
“Okay.” You mutter, clenching your fists and bringing them close to your face, mimicking the pose you've seen on movies before.
“Bring this leg back,” Bucky says, touching your right hip lightly, and you're quick to do as he says. “Your feet and legs must be ready. I'm a real fight, they'll try to take you down so a good balance is important to give you more strength and to keep you standing.”
“Got it.” You repeat, excited to just punch the thing. “Can I?”
“No.” He mutters, and you roll your eyes. “You're right-handed, so your stronger attack will always come from your right hand.” Bucky touches your shoulders, guiding your position, so your right shoulder is slightly back. A sharp pain spreads through your arm, but you manage not to let it show. “Forearms nearly vertical.” He commands, and once again you fix your stance. “The punch has to go straight forward, and you have to bring it right back into position. If you don't, you'll give the opponent an opening to punch you.”
There is a lot to keep in mind, and this is just a punch. Maybe this training will be harder than you think. “You're a good teacher, did you know that?” Turning your head to look at him, you find Bucky standing very close, blue eyes attentive, looking down at you. “Let's start, c'mon.”
“Alright.” He giggles, reaching out a hand and touching the bag. It's crazy how huge he is. Tall, muscular, just... Huge. You're already small, but next to him, you feel even smaller. “Remember, don't use just your arm. Push your whole body forward.”
Nodding, you mind all the things he said, focusing on your legs and abdomen before throwing the punch, hitting the bag hard, and bringing the hand back to your face. But when the pain hits, both on your fist and shoulder, makes you move, bringing your hand to your chest. “Holy shit!” You exclaim, pacing around. “Shit.”
“Let me see.” Bucky giggles, coming closer to you.
“Don't touch me. I heard you laughing.” You complain, stepping away when tries to reach you. But it doesn't take long until you're smiling again.
“I wasn't laughing at you. I was laughing with you.”
“I wasn't laughing, I was crying in pain.” You snap, but when he comes closer this time, your stand still.
“Let me see, doll.”
Giving your hand to him, you watch as he softly massages your knuckles. Your shoulders hurt a lot more than your hand, but that he can't help you with.
“Do you call all the girls you meet ‘doll’?” You ask suddenly, eyes on his face as he's still focused on your hand.
“I did call some back in the 40s. Now... Never had anyone to call that.” He glances at you, clearing his throat. “But I shouldn't call you that, I'm sorry.”
“No, I like it.” You're quick to say, cheeks going red. “It's cute.”
“Alright, then.” Bucky sighs, letting go of your hand. “Wanna have a break to rest your bones?”
“Nah, you have to teach me some kicking too. C'mon.” Tilting your head to the punching bag, you have a smile that doesn't seem to leave your lips.
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imdoingsortagay · 2 years
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Lets get physical
Summary: When you had asked your friend May to go to the gym and workout with you as a way to spend more time. May had agreed but she was a bit nervous about going, what's the worse that can happen right?
Word count: 4.2k
Characters: May Parker x Fem! Reader, Top! Reader X Bottom! May Parker.
A/n: this took so long to write but i loved the end of it and the title but i keep thinking of the Dua Lipa song or by Olivia Newton john as well.
Warnings: mentions of some marvel woman, exercising, masturbation , oral ( r receiving), fingering ( both giving and receiving), some fluff, dirty dirty thots and fluff at the end.
18+ content below the cut so minors please do it interact!!!!
happy reading and enjoy besties!!
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“ did you want to go work out with me may? Sometime tomorrow morning?” you ask her out of nowhere as both of you are eating some breakfest. 
It’s not that May needed to go workout, far from it. She’s in pretty good shape for her age and she’s happy with that. Ever since peter went away for school, there’s been all of this free time that she’s needed to fill now and work doesn’t seem to be helping with that. 
So you being the good best friend you are, made a joke to her during a girl's night that she could come workout with you if all she needs is a hobby to keep her busy while peter is off at college, to which she was surprised about 
“ Do you think I need to workout y/n? I'm shocked you even decided to suggest that seeing as I have a nice body,” Mays says to you as she drinks some wine from her glass.
“ No look, it’s not that I think you need to go workout, clearly you looking so great, my point is if you need something to fill in all of the free time, you could always come and accompany me,” you pause as she gives you a weird look,” plus it would be fun to not just go alone”.
“ I’ll think about it y/n, just remind me the next time we hang out together” 
“ Yes maam,” you say with a little salute as she stickers her tongue out at you and you laugh at the face you make at her.
“ Did I make you remind you next time we were together?” 
You nod at her question and she internally cringes at your good memory, even with how much she’s seen you drink sometimes. 
Damm your good memory. 
“ May, we can go another time if you have to work tomorrow but please tell me if you don't want to do this,” you say as you place your hand on her thigh to comfort her,” I’d rather not make you feel like you need to do this”. 
The hand on her thigh seemed to make May not pay attention to what you had said. It’s just a simple gesture but it made her feel something down below
She’ll just have to deal with it later on at night she guesses. 
“ Did you hear what I said May? You look like you just zoned out right now,” you say and it makes her blush, but you decide to go past that. 
“ No y/n I was and I don't have any plans tomorrow before 11 am, after that I have work but I would be very happy to work out with you,” and you get up and give her a big hug, happy that this will be the first time both of you will be able to hang out in the mornings rather than just during the nights. Not much time to be able to spend together since she had to get peter up for school and stuff. 
“ well, I am excited about this! I haven’t gone to the gym with someone for a while,” you pause,” I think I went with one of peter’s avenger's buddies once the blonde one but I think she thought it was a date and as pretty as she was, all I wanted to do was get some stress out from the work shift I had before,” you say and take a sip from your coffee cup. 
“ Which blonde?” May ask you and you take a bit to remember the events of that day being that it’s been a while since you’ve had people accompany her.
She feels at big jealous on the inside that Peter seems to set you up on a date, especially with one of his fellow Avengers. It’s not that she’s jealous, no way it’s that. May is just a caring friend and just wants to make sure nobody hurts you. 
That’s it.  It’s just friends being friends and that means caring for them when they are on dates with a pretty woman.
“ Um, I think it was either Nat when she went blonde or Carol if I remember correctly, maybe it was nat’s sister according to Peter and he said that and I quote’ you can get her to not be scary miss y/l/n’ for some reason”. 
Don’t be jealous, don't be jealous and most of all don’t be jealous, May thinks to herself before she asks more questions about this.
“ not to change the subject about that gym encounter but I am excited about tomorrow may,” you say and give her a smile that calms her down. 
This should be fun 
Nothing can go wrong with both of you working out.
*The next day *
The only y/n: Meet you at the gym May, 
May <3: that’s fine honey just send me the name of the gym
The only y/n: okay the gym is the equinox, it’s about 5 blocks away from your apartment, see you in an hour may<3
May <3: Like that expensive one we joke about all the time???
The only y/n: it's not, trust me if it were i would not be able to afford my apartment, trust me.
The only y/n: see you in an hour <3
May put her phone down and try her best not to freak out that she’ll get to see you working out in about an hour. It’s been years for her since she’s properly worked out so having to find workout clothes was a challenge.
Who knew that the closet full of clothes she’s had don’t contain even some sort of workout clothes but thank the universe for peter who had some sweats she could use. 
Now all she has to do is hope that the time goes by very fast, which couldn't be too hard to do, right? 
Well wrong
Every time May had been checking her phone, it seemed like time just kept getting slower and slower for her. She had done most of her morning chores so there was nothing in the apartment that needed cleaning, it hasn’t been too long since she ate breakfast so food can’t help her pass the time. 
Maybe the universe can grant her a miracle so she isn’t just stuck waiting for you to text her like a weirdo. 
A good book from her bookshelf might be the solution to help pass the time before she leaves, May loves reading and it prevents her from checking the time on her phone every 30 seconds. 
“ Guess I’ll stick to a book,” she says to herself and begins to read the book, a romance novel she bought some months ago but never had the time to read it. It's a shock that she’s just reading this now because May loves the story so far. 
Reading the book got her so zoned out that she forgot she even had to go out with you, till she heard a loud knock and realized she might be late. Or just one of her neighbors needing to borrow some baking ingredients. 
Both are both possibilities. 
“ I’m coming, I’m coming hold your horses I am on my way to the door,” she says to the person waiting for her and she’s right about to tell her neighbor no when she opens the door to see you in front of it. 
Her mind stops working for a couple of seconds as she takes a moment to observe your workout attire. Some Nike shoes that seem to be a bit worn out, light grey workout leggings that show off your legs perfectly, and last but not least, a tank top that showed off your very buff arms. 
“ You ready to go may? I was gonna text you but I decided why not pick you up from your apartment and we could just meet,” you continue as May keeps looking at how good your arms look like a thirsty person,” so yea may”. 
“ oh right right y/n, give me a minute to get my stuff and we could head over to the gym in a bit,” she says ad lets you in before quickly making her way towards the bathroom to give herself a little pep talk. 
To calm her down from whatever she just did right now. 
It’s been years since May had had an actual crush, too heartbroken from ben’s death to even move on and not having time to go on dates when Peter’s parents had died as well and she needed to take custody. So having a crush is very much new territory for her, especially on someone who’s a friend to her. 
She can’t lose you as a friend, you’ve been there for her for the past 5 years, and she wouldn’t risk ending it on some crush. 
So all she hopes is that she can focus on just working out with you and avoid looking at you like a thirsty animal, then all can be good. 
“ Hey may are you okay? We could just cancel the gym for another day if you don’t want to today or have plans,” you shout from the living room. May checks herself out a bit to make sure nothing is out of place and she makes her way out of the bathroom to find you in the living room just looking at her bookshelf. 
“ The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo, really May?” you say as you held the book, surprised at the fact that she took your book recommendations, fearing maybe that it was just too boring for her to read. 
“ yea I bought it months ago and decided to read it now,” she says ad you place the book back where you find it. 
“ you ready to go and workout with me may?” you ask with a smile and May could feel butterflies at how excited you look. 
“ Ready as I’ll ever be y/n, now let's go ?” she says and you both collect your things and make your way out of her apartment to walk to the gym. 
20 minutes later 
“ For a gym with the same name as the expensive named uptown, it’s very lowkey y/n, how did you even find this? “ May asks you as you both walk into the gym, pure shock on her face seeing how lowkey it looks compared to the name. 
“ Peter brought me here 1 year ago with Ned when they both tried to workout out, seeing as it only stuck with me I've been coming here ever, “ you say to May as you make your way to the front desk and you talk to the employee like always. 
“ Omg well if it isn’t the great y/n, honey how are you ??? I haven't seen you back here since last week,” the employee says with excitement in her tone, and May can’t help but feel happy that you seem to be well known besides to her and Peter. 
“ I was gonna come yesterday but look!!! I have a buddy with me this time,” you say as you present May to her and she gets embarrassed that you didn’t at least warn her about introducing her to people but it can be a conversation for later. 
Both of you take 5 minutes to talk to the lady and make your way to where the gym equipment but not before taking a couple of minutes to stretch so there won’t be any complaining of sore muscles the next day. 
“ Why are we even stretching y/n?” 
“ So you don’t end up with really sore muscles the next day. Bad idea to just go straight to working out May, trust me I learned it the hard way when I decided to skip on stretching my muscles once cause I was too tired,” you say and cringe at the memory of how sore and tired you felt that day. 
The woman in front of you decided to not question it and just follows your lead when it comes to stretching your body.
“ You wanna start with legs or do you mind if we just do upper body may? Just asking you in case you wanna work out something specific,” you say and point to all your body as a way to see if she’s thinking of a certain part to wanna workout. 
“ chest is fine with me honey, just show me what to do and I’ll gladly follow you along,” she says before both of you make your way to the weights. 
Before sitting on the bench, you get the usual weights for yourself, put them on, and try to stretch again just to be sure, and slowly light for may look at. 
And oh is she looking alright. Not to work but just staring at you and admiring just how hot your arms are and so toned. It’s not like you can see her zoned out right now so no harm for her to thirst she assumes.
The way your arms flex with every lift, how buff they look from where she’s standing, and the concentration on your face as you do your very best not to have it fall on top of you to not look lame in front of your friend. She just knows that once you drop her off at her apartment that she’ll indeed need to rub one out before going on with the rest of the day. 
“ May, now that you saw me do it, now it’s your turn to do it,” you say motioning to the bench and all she can feel at the moment is nervous. That she’ll end up getting too distracted by you and accidentally drop the weights on top of her. As she stands there watching you change the weights to something May can handle, it calms her a bit to see you being the good friend here and it makes her feel nice. 
You motion to the bench again for her to notice and May goes to the bench, sits down, and helps her get into the right position to lift the weights. 
“ I got you, honey,” you say to calm her down, and that somewhat seems to work, May being able to easily lift the weights( she assumes you just did 10 on each so as not to go too hard on it from the estimate she’s making) and encouraging you to keep going. 
After about 5 minutes of that and May decided to stop to rest for a bit to take in what just happened. You praised her and it helped her very much when it came to the workout and has no idea how the fuck she’s going to even last if it’s gonna be like that for the next whatever minutes you want to workout. 
~ An hour and 10 minutes later and at May’s apartment ~
“ I didn’t want to push you too much, but how did you like working out with me May? I hope you had fun,” you say as she hands you a cold water bottle from her fridge. 
“ I had fun y/n, I would like to maybe go more with you, of course when we both have some time in the morning honey,” She says and takes a drink of the cold water, knowing very much that she needs it after seeing you workout at the gym. 
I mean how could she not? 
She’ll probably have to rub one out as she thought about earlier in the gym once you leave, which should be soon. Until she heard the sounds of Billy Joel coming from your phone and all she wants to do is internally scream at whoever is calling you. 
“ Hey, do you mind if I answer the call here May? It’s just a coworker of mine calling me and it should be like 5 minutes,” you say as the phone continues to ring and you just nod. Give her a thumbs up so you can answer the phone call. 
‘ if she’s taking a 5-minute call, then maybe I could use this time to do it in the bathroom right before I have to go grocery shopping’ May thinks to herself and decides to sneak away to the bathroom to touch herself. Yes, she could also wait until she has time at night to do it as well but nights can sometimes be a bit busy for her. 
She quickly makes her way to her bathroom, not bothering to lock it since you’ll just let yourself out and she quickie pushes her sweats along with her underwear down to her legs. She moves her right hand down to her wet core and lets out a little moan at the fact that she’s just soaking wet. 
Soaking wet seeing you and just hanging out with a sweaty and worked out you. Which she assumes is just a normal thing friends can do.
Just bestie things.
( it’s not but she’ll realize that soon enough trust me). 
May slowly starts to touch herself and all she can think about at the moment is how she wants you to fuck her right now. Someone who’s supposed to be her friend and her only thought right now is you see her all needy and flustered for her in the bathroom. Maybe eating her out to help her cum right here and now. All of these dirty thoughts are being fueled all because of you just working out. 
“ Fuck I feel so so good right now,” May whispers to herself as she continues to tease herself before inserting one finger into her pussy. She covers her mouth to ensure no moans come out and lets out more covered moans at how great the one finger feels inside her, waiting until she  feels better to insert another one.
While May is too busy touching herself in the bathroom, She forgets that you are in the living room answering a call that only lasted about 2 and a half minutes since it was a problem that you were able to solve since it occurred before. 
Right as you are about to head out of her apartment to head back and shower, maybe even play a game or 2, a weird noise comes from the bathroom. 
‘ What is she doing’ you think to yourself and decide to investigate, just wanting to make that her friend is all good before she heads off. 
As you get closer and closer to her bathroom ( which isn’t far considering the apartments in new york arent’ the biggest), the noises get louder and louder and you blush and immediately recognize the noises that are coming out. 
Moans and whimpers.
Not just any moans and whimpers, it’s sexual noises that are coming out of may’s mouth and you can't help but feel flattered that she’s touching herself. 
“ Shit y/n, let me cum please! I’ll be a good girl for you if you let me cum for you shit,” she moans out, and to say your face looks redder than a tomato would be an understatement at the moment. 
“ Well here goes nothing,” you say to yourself, not even giving it a thought, and open the door to see May leaning against the bathroom sink, sweats and underwear down to her legs while she’s two fingers deep into her pussy. 
May sees you but continues to fuck herself in front of you, too horny to even be embarrassed to even care as she pulls you in to kiss her, and lets out a moan at finally being able to kiss you like she’s wanted to. 
“ Need my help pretty girl???” you say with every kiss and May nods into the kiss, and she removes her fingers so you can fuck her yourself.
“ God naughty little thing, can’t even wait for me to leave and you gotta go fuck yourself in the bathroom,” you say in her ear and you slowly insert 2 fingers, brain stopping for a quick second at now soaked this woman is for you. 
‘Fuck this woman is so fucking soaked for me’  you think as you begin to fuck her, wondering if she was soaked for god knows how long you. 
Soaked for you. 
“ Y/n, go faster please baby, I need to cum bad,” Mays says to you and continues to let out the most beautiful moans you’ve ever heard. Which with your experience it’s not much but they are still very pretty to you.
“ How about you beg for me you slut,” you use your other hand to give her clit a few slaps to make her listen to you,” I wanna hear you beg for me baby and if you are convincing enough I’ll permit you”. 
“ Y/n please let me cum, fuck I've been so so good for you, and all I wanna do it look all pretty for you as I cum all over your fingers, shit y/n let me cum and I'll eat you out,” she says and lets out a loud whimper, signaling you that she’s about to cum.
“ Be a good girl and cum for me, baby,” you whisper in your ear, not even 10 seconds later feeling her cum for you as she lets out a quiet moan, finally being able to cum after holding off for you. Once you feel she’s done, you slowly remove your fingers and insert them into your mouth to taste, moaning at how amazing this woman taste. Hoping that maybe you can continue this after talking it out together.
“ May?” 
“ Yeah, baby? What do you need?” she says. 
“ You still tired? Or you down for another round of sex” 
“ I’m down for one more round with you babe,” she says to you. 
“ When you said that you’d eat me out after cumming, does that offer very much still stand? Or not “ you ask with a curious face and hope that she’s still down. If she wasn’t then fine with you as well. 
May doesn’t say a word to you, just slowly getting on her knees in front of you, pulling down your underwear and workout leggings and once it’s down to her knees and then off of your body, she immediately begins to lick at your wet core and you let out a moan. 
“ Slow down pretty girl,” you say to her,” want you to go slow so I can savor this moment right now” 
“ May your mouth feels amazing on my pussy,” you moan out loud, grabbing her hair to keep her in place as she continues to lick at your folds, absolutly loving the way you taste, wanting to try to make you feel just as great as you did earlier. Wanting to just be your good girl and look all pretty for you. 
‘ why did we not do this sooner with her? Mays mouth feels so amazing on me what the actual fuck’ you think to yourself.
A couple more minutes of may eating you out like a starved woman, and you feel yourself getting closer and closer to your orgasim and tap on her shoulders a couple times to signal that she can rub your clit. 
May gets the hint and uses her other hand to rub circles on your clit, which only makes you cum for the woman on her knees. She takes her mouth off of your pussy for a bit to see you look so out of break and flustered for her. 
“ May too much, too much,” you tell her as she tries to clean you up and she makes her way so she can kiss her. 
“ may this was the best sex ever,” you tell her after kissing her for a bit and the woman in front of you tries her best to hide the blush on her face. This fails badly as you remove her hands so you can see how cute she looks all flustered for you. 
“ same for me babe, it’s been a while since i actually had sex so i didn’t think it would happen again but i’m happy that it was you,” she says to you. 
“ agreed may” 
“ so y/n” 
“ yeah?” 
“ how about we talk this over on a date? I’d love to take you out to eat at this new italian restaurant that opened near my place. My roommate said that the pasta is amazing and it’s family owned too. If you want to of course,” you say as you are able to stop yourself from rambling to May.
Before you can even try to ramble on about food, May grabs your face and kisses you hard, smiling into the kiss that whatever both of you going on could go into something more than just friends. 
“ i had to shut you up before you ended up rambling baby but,” she smiles at how happy and cute you look right now,” i would love to go out with you on that date y/n, i wanna see where this can go”. 
“ I would love that very much” you tell her and leave a kiss on her forehead, happy as you can be at how excited you are about being able to form a romantic relationship with May. 
“ So now that we have all of that out of the way, i have like 2 hours free before i have to go to work at the office,” you tell the women and wiggle your eyebrows, hearing her laugh at what your’re suggesting her. 
“ what are you suggesting y/n? “ she asks you.
“ Well we could maybe go for another round somewhere that isn’t the bathroom or maybe we could just spend an hour and cuddle together” you pause,” i’m totally fine with whatever you want of course”
“ cuddle,” she says and both of you get somewhat together for you can both spend the 2 hours that you have free to just cuddle and be close to eachother. 
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