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AN ANGEL FLUNG OUT OF SPACE

(natasha romanoff x fem! reader)

– synopsis | falling in love with your childhood bestfriend might have been one of the best yet scariest things to happen to you. but what happened in the summer of ‘97? what happened to your darling natalia?

– warnings | little fluff & a lot of angst, kind of au (no avengers), child abuse, mentions of: attempted suicide, self harm, body mutilation, burn marks, severe malnourishment (18+)

– notes | this was supposed to be a oneshot but, as usual, i spiralled out of control and now it has two chapters… potentially three? merci, mon alice, for the header @wandasgf ♡

[ word count: 4.4k ] Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

JULY 1992

The sun had begun to set and yet the warmth of the day still lingered. The glow of the street lamps cast an amber hue on the pavement, outlining the familiar houses that lined the quiet street. The air was filled with the scent of summer, a blend of fresh grass and the distant fragrance of blooming flowers. In one of the houses on the street, a family gathered in their backyard for a summer evening barbecue. The smell of sizzling burgers and sweet barbecue sauce wafted through the air, and the faint laughter of children chasing each other echoed, while the adults lounged and swapped stories.

Meanwhile, across the field, two girls were beneath the sprawling branches of a willow tree. A patchwork quilt, covering a section of flattened grass, held a tea set long forgotten as they had rounded the thick trunk, the littlest one already perched on the wooden swing.

“Push me higher, Natty!” You exclaimed, voice full of glee. You were only a small girl with wild hair and a toothy grin, but your spirit was boundless.

Natalia smiled brightly, her own eyes sparkling with joy at her friend's excitement. “You’re already so high you could see the Empire State Building.” She teased, her laughter blending with the sound of chirping crickets amongst the long grass in the distance.

“I know!” The wind whipped against your face, and you couldn’t help but let out a joyous laugh.

Inseparable since Natalia moved in next door, your friendship blossomed under the protective branches of the willow tree across the street, where a swing hung proudly in the breeze. Its gentle leaves whispered secrets that only the two of you could hear, dreams of the future etched upon its bark, as unadulterated laughter rang true with its sway.

She whistled as your head swung back, the carefree spirit of the summer evening enveloping her in its warm embrace. And as she gazed up at the tree’s opening, she found twinkling stars above and the imaginary distant silhouette of the Empire State Building visible on the horizon. She couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder at the vastness of the world she had yet to see.

"Whoa, this is amazing." You shouted, feeling your stomach drop with each swoop. "Let’s swing all the way to the moon!"

“Maybe not the moon,” She pushed harder, her hands gripping the thick plank of wood beneath you, “But let’s try for the stars."

You shouted with as much euphemism as your little body could handle as the swing reached its peak. Weightless under its motion, you were suspended between the sky and the ground.

An angel flung out of space.

"I can almost touch the stars!"

She smiled. Despite her hands being rubbed red raw from rope burn, she was happy. She was always happy to be with you. While she had her younger sister, Yelena, whom she cared for deeply, it wasn't the same as having you. A friendship of her own creation. She yearned for the summer days when she could run around like a child with you.

“That’s good, that means you’re almost home, little star.” She shouted, her accent slipping out ever so subtly.

Carefully, your hand stretched toward the night sky – a poor attempt to touch the boiling balls of gas above.

You both were happy.

It’s sad what became of you both.

All too soon, reality intruded once more. The distant sound of a heavy door opening cut through the air, a gentle reminder that all good things must come to an end. With a final push, Nat stepped back and held onto the plank, commanding it to a halt. She knew what was coming.

At first, you didn’t notice her disappear around the wide trunk. But the gentle clink of pottery against one another told you enough as you followed in her footsteps.

“Natalia,” You whined, hands on your waist at the sight of the older girl cleaning up. “No, it’s your turn to swing.”

A whistle pierced the air, its familiar shrill sound gaining both of your attention. The sound of home time. “Natalia, come. Time to go.” Her mother’s voice carried just as loud, urging the redhead to leave playtime behind.

She turned to you, her expression softening as she looked down at your smaller frame. With a mixture of reluctance and understanding, she pulled you into a tight embrace, the warmth of her arms wrapped around you, the gentle press of her lips against your forehead lingered for a moment before she released you and ran off into the gathering dusk.

Alone now, you watched as the field fell silent, the only sound being of the insects hidden in the dark. The swing on the other side croaked gently in response to the light breeze and the redhead’s swift departure. For a moment, you considered sitting on it, perhaps pushing yourself back and forth on the points of your feet. Instead, you find yourself standing there: the absence of your best friend ever so palpable, a void that sunk deep into your bones.

Without Natalia by your side, the swing held little allure, and you decided to make your way back home. With your large basket in hand, you reached your own doorstep and paused, casting one last glance towards the girl’s house. The lights were on inside, casting a warm glow against the darkness outside.

You almost missed it, but a glimpse of red hair appeared out the window, followed by a hand waving at you. As soon as you waved back, she was gone. Window shut. Curtains drawn.

You went to bed with a cheesy grin plastered on your face.

You’ll see her again tomorrow.

AUGUST 1997

“Natalia, stop fighting me on this. You look like a popsicle.” You laughed and shoved the girl playfully from where you were sitting against the willow tree.

“It's cool.” She defended, as her hand tugged at her blue-dyed ends.

The years had rolled by, but the memories of that swing under the willow tree lingered on in your heart. As the seasons changed, so did your life. You made new friends, explored different interests, and navigated the tumultuous journey of adolescence. Being older than you, Natalia was already in high school, but she didn’t go to any in the district, as she was home-schooled and sometimes had to leave for a while. She never really told you why.

Even so, your bond deepened and an unspoken connection developed between you both. Under the tree's comforting shade, you discovered a warmth in your heart that went beyond friendship. Those lazy summer afternoons spent laughing, dreaming, and sharing secrets created a bond that you wanted to explore further.

You’d never felt like this before for anyone.

Only Natalia.

Life as a pre-teen was so confusing.

You snorted, “Yeah, okay, you leave for a month and come back with half of your hair a different colour.”

But it wasn't just the hair colour that captivated you. It was the way she carried herself - a wisdom wise beyond her years. She was the same goofy redhead of course - her eyes sparkled with mischief when she laughed at you, her hand held the same warmth in yours as you walked together. But there was something else lurking beneath, a sadness more notable than her usual melancholy. You noticed the slight furrow in her brow, the way her fingers tapped nervously against each other.

Something was weighing on her mind, something significant. So, you asked, “What’s wrong?”

She let out such a soft sigh that you almost missed it.

“I’m leaving.”

Dread washed over you, and a knot formed in your stomach. "Again?"

She had just returned the other day. Your mind raced with questions and uncertainty and the tears already clustered your lash line. You, a child with no need to mask her emotions, no need to hide her soul, unlike Natalia, who always seemed to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders, her laughter always accompanied by a subtle sadness, as if she were trying to conceal her true feelings behind a façade of cheerfulness. But today, as she sat you down with a gentle tug, her eyes betraying a mixture of resolve and sorrow, you sensed that she could no longer hide what she'd been keeping inside.

"It's for good this time," she murmured, her gaze fixed on the ground as if unable to meet your eyes. "My parents want to go back to Russia. They don’t like it here.”

Though unspoken, you sensed the weight of what she meant. They don't like you. It stung, a silent acknowledgement of the barriers you've fallen blind to. The odd glances from her mother, the subtle disapproval from her younger sister—all pieces of a puzzle you've tried to ignore.

Her admission hung heavy in the air, the reality of separation sinking in with each passing moment. She drew closer, her delicate fingers brushing away the tears that cascaded down your cheeks. You lifted your gaze to meet hers, noticing the weariness etched into her features, the telltale signs of tears already shed hours before.

“I’ll miss you.” She whispered, forehead flushed against yours, before leaning down to kiss the corner of your lips. An almost kiss. One of many shared underneath the cover of the willow tree.

You tasted saltiness and noticed the fresh tears that had now sprung from her eyes.

“I'll miss you too. Forever.”

The next morning, you stood outside her house, as the sun cast long shadows over their lawn. It was your last full day together so you arrived bright and early, not wanting to waste any time. You reached out to knock on the door, but your hand hovered, hesitant. The house remained still, as if holding its breath, waiting for something that would never come. You glanced around, searching for any sign of life, but the windows stared back at you blankly, revealing nothing but darkness within.

“Natty?”

Nothing.

A sinking feeling gnawed at your stomach as you realized they must've left in the night, slipping away like shadows fleeing from the dawn. The same way they joined this neighbourhood.

With a heavy heart, you turned away from the empty house, feeling as if a piece of your soul had been torn away with their departure. The world already seemed colder, lonelier, devoid of her warmth and laughter that once filled it.

In the days that followed, you found yourself drawn to the tree – yours and Natalia’s safe haven. You sat there, surrounded by memories, as the rope swayed in the wind - empty and forlorn. Though still magical, the willow tree could no longer shield you from the loneliness that settled in your heart, as the summer months stretched on endlessly, a blur of empty hours filled with longing and regret.

That night, you slept with a permanent frown, a puddle of tears staining your pillow.

You won’t see her again tomorrow.

APRIL 2001

From afar, she looked different. Almost unrecognisable.

Eighteen years old and she was here: barely an adult yet taller and slimmer, with a cascade of auburn curls framing her face that replaced the short blue hair you remembered. The years had engraved themselves onto her, carving the once-round face into a pointed visage that spoke of both experience and loss.

Just as beautiful as you remembered.

You sat on the swing under the tree with a book in hand, lost in its pages until light danced between the branches and a flicker of movement caught your attention. Glancing up, you froze as you saw her across the street.

Natalia?

Your heart quickened its pace, memories flooding back in a torrent. But this woman was different. She’d changed. She’d grown.

She noticed you too, her gaze locking onto yours for a moment. There's a flicker of recognition, a spark of something in those eyes. For a heartbeat, it feels like time hasn't passed, like you're still the same two little girls taking on the world together. But then, just as quickly as the connection formed, she averted her gaze, choosing instead to continue on her journey. She walked with purpose, footsteps marching in a steady rhythm that both connected and distanced her from you. She couldn’t get caught up with you. She had a job to do.

Realising she was going to walk away, you pushed yourself off the swing, a mix of hope and nerves swirling inside you as you discarded the book somewhere in the grass.

None of that mattered. Natalia was here. She was back.

“Hey, wait!” You shouted, practically running after her. You reached out to grab her wrist, but she jerked away, shoving you back a few steps with surprising force.

Up close, the difference was unquestionable.

The once soft and kind Natalia had evolved into a hardened version of herself, sharpened by strong fists. Her eyes once filled with innocence, now harbour shadows of pain and resilience. She exuded an aura of toughness, and a guarded silence had replaced the laughter that used to be a melody in her voice.

“Natalia? What are you doing here?” You inquired, tentatively closing the gap between you both. You watched as she winced at her name falling from your lips.

And yet, this time, she didn’t evade your touch. Her hand trembled slightly as it met yours, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. In that fleeting silence, you took in the toll life has taken on her. Her arms bear the marks of countless scars, remnants of battles fought in shadows, and bruises of varying hues.

“What happened to your arms?” Your voice is gentle, a soft inquiry borne out of concern.

But, the sudden confrontation had her retreating into herself, defences rising once more like impenetrable walls. You mustn’t know. She could never do that to you. “Let go.” She demanded sharply, her tone cutting through the air like a knife.

Caught off guard, you hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to proceed, but that’s long enough for her to decide to rip her hand out of yours, sharp and abrupt.

“Are you okay?” Your voice was barely a whisper as you watched her practically flee, disappearing around the corner of the street.

You don’t follow her.

OCTOBER 2012

Funny how throughout life, fate seemed to play a game with you, pulling Natalia in and out of your orbit like a cosmic dance.

At twenty-seven, you found yourself entrenched in the fast-paced world of trauma nursing. After the arduous journey through medical school, you packed your bags and set your sights on the East Coast. New York City welcomed you with open arms, its vibrant chaos becoming the backdrop to your new life. From your boss’s office window, the silhouette of the Empire State Building stood tall, a symbol of strength amidst the chaos below.

You thrived in this environment, relishing in the opportunity to connect with and assist people in their most vulnerable moments. The adrenaline rush of the emergency room, the delicate balance between life and death—it fuelled you in ways nothing else could. Not since that summer night. Not since you tried to touch the stars.

Today, however, the hospital was enveloped in an air of secrecy and quiet urgency. Paramedics had rushed in with a new patient a few hours ago, shrouded in mystery as they were rushed straight into surgery. Usually, you're first on-site with incoming patients but you had been busy working your rounds to be able to assist, and there were enough on the trauma team – with the security clearance - to handle such a situation.

Stopping by the bedside of your oldest patient, Mrs. Dinton, you smiled sweetly. “Hey, Mrs Dinton. How are we today?”

"Ah, there you are, dearie," she said, her voice crackling with age. "I was just telling Nurse Molly here about the delightful hospital pudding they serve on Wednesdays. It's simply divine, don't you think?"

You chuckled softly, waving a hello to your colleague. "I'm afraid I'm not much of a fan, Mrs. Dinton. But I'm glad to hear you're enjoying it."

She laughed, a sound like tinkling bells. "Oh, well, means more for me then."

Before you could continue the conversation – could reprimand the elderly woman about how she needs to watch her sugar intake - Dr. Cho appeared at your side, her expression serious. "Excuse me, ladies. But, Nurse Y/N, is needed elsewhere." She says kindly but with a hint of urgency, no room for questioning. You and Dr. Cho were great friends, having graduated med school together and now working at the same hospital.

“What is it, Helen?” You asked, following her footsteps out the ward, navigating the labyrinthine hallways of the hospital.

“I’ve been assigned postoperative care for the Jane Doe and I want you with me...” Your heart dropped at the mention of the mystery woman.

All day, the hushed tones and covert glances exchanged among your colleagues hinted at the gravity of the situation. Their whispers that followed you through the hospital corridors spoke of a failed suicide attempt. While the hospital had sadly seen its share of such cases, this one was different – a Jane Doe, requiring an unusual degree of privacy.

“…while I don’t know any more than you about what happened, I trust you the most to help me with her. So I got you clearance. Go grab us a pair of gloves, I’ll meet you inside.” Helen finished with a nod before entering the private wing.

You donned your own pair of latex and made your way back to the private wing, the click of your shoes echoing down the corridor. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation and concern. The weight of the unknown pressed upon you as you approached the room where the troubled soul awaited treatment. Few years being a trauma nurse, you had seen it all… but not a Jane Doe. Never a Jane Doe.

Upon entering, you found Helen already studying the patient's chart. The subdued lighting in the room cast a sombre mood, and the machines hummed softly in the background. The Jane Doe was laid on the hospital bed, head secured in a neck brace and a tube down her throat, a silent testament to the ordeal she had endured.

“Thanks,” Helen whispered, making her way over to retrieve her gloves. "I've gone through everything in the notes. The attempt was pretty severe."

You nodded, taking in the gravity of the situation. The silence was broken only by the soft beeping of the monitors as you both began your work. Each movement was deliberate, and each procedure executed with precision and empathy. You adjusted the IV drip, checked the vital signs, and made sure everything was in order.

Sometime later, Helen had left, her pager going off as her presence was needed with another incoming patient. The room seemed to hold its breath, but it was only you. The machine to your right, making sure the woman was still breathing.

You read over her notes once more.

“Female, 5’7…” You ramble aimlessly to no one as you find yourself unable to voice the rest.

The laceration on her neck caught your attention. The wound stretched across her delicate skin, a jagged seam where the surgeons' skilled hands had meticulously stitched the deep gash closed. The edges of the cut were puckered slightly, evidence of the trauma dealt with by the knife paramedics found next to her unconscious body. Judging by the shape, it seemed like she plunged rather than sliced, the offending weapon, then, pulled out instead of left inside. She was quite malnourished, her cheeks hollowed out, collarbone visible as the gown drowned her thin figure. She lacked a sufficient amount of muscle. You wondered how someone could go unnoticed without eating for several days. It was as if she had become a ghost, fading away in plain sight.

The woman looked ill - eyes sunken with abnormally pale skin. Drifting down her body, you noticed her legs. A horrified gasp threatened to leave your lips. Raised red lines covered the expanse of her legs, some scabbed up, some clear burn marks that had turned into blisters. Her arms were just as bad, marred with a history of wounds that ran from her wrists to her shoulders.

Behind all the equipment, her face was almost unrecognisable. Her hair was what stood out the most, the auburn curls matted with blood. A sense of familiarity washed over you, the red striking your curiosity.

You couldn't tear your gaze away as you watched her stir. Unsure if she was waking or simply moving unconsciously, you remained still, not wanting to startle her. But then her face contorted with pain, and her lashes began to flutter open.

The sheets rustled as she tried to turn, her discomfort evident from the way she struggled against the tubes and wires tethering her to the medical machinery. You couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for her, lying there in such a vulnerable state. No identity. No family to be there for her.

"Stay still, please.” You whispered softly, stepping closer to her bedside. “You're in the hospital. You’re safe."

Her eyes, clouded with pain and confusion, met yours for a fleeting moment before flickering away. She seemed to be trying to process where she was and what had happened.

“Paramedics found you unconscious and rushed you in.” You explained gently, hoping to offer some semblance of clarity amidst the chaos of her thoughts. “You had a wound to the neck. We’ve managed to close it, so don’t move around too much. Otherwise, you might open the stitches.”

Her gaze drifted back to you, and for a moment there was a flicker of recognition in her eyes. It was fleeting, gone almost as quickly as it had appeared, but it was enough to make your heart skip a beat.

You saw as she went to speak, only to find pain and a heavy weight against her tongue. “Careful. You shouldn’t try to speak yet. We’re not sure how much damage has been done to your vocal cords.”

As if she didn’t hear you, she continued fidgeting, fighting against the intrusion in her mouth, panic overriding.

“Hey, listen to me,” you coaxed, voice soft but firm, your hand reaching out to settle over hers, the glove long forgotten. “I need you to calm down, please. You’re going to be okay. You just need to rest your voice.”

Her eyes darted to you, wide with fear and frustration, and you squeezed her hand gently, offering what little comfort you could.

“It’s going to be alright, just take slow breaths. Focus on that.” You started to breathe deeply, deliberately, hoping she'd follow your lead. Inhale... exhale... in a steady rhythm, like waves lapping against the shore

As you continued to focus on stabilising her breathing, your eyes inadvertently met hers, and in that moment, you were drawn into the depths of those vibrant green orbs. They held a world of pain, swirling like a tempestuous storm beneath the surface. Yet, amidst the turmoil, there's a glimmer of familiarity that tugged at the corners of your memory.

There’s something about her you can’t make sense of.

Why does she look so familiar? Who is she?

“Do I know you?” You almost asked, but then suddenly, the door to the waiting room clicked open, and Helen strode in, her expression wavering as she noticed the woman awake. “She’s awake already?!” Shock and bewilderment visible on her face.

She advanced, quickly spewing off questions in your direction, as her eyes narrowed in on the woman, assessing her condition with a quick, practised glance.

"She's awake, a little panicked about being in a hospital, but also a bit disoriented," you explained, voice calm despite the urgency of the situation. "Vitals are stable for now.”

With that, you stepped away, dropping her hand you had forgotten you were still holding, as Helen went to introduce herself. Your lunch break was coming up and before you could turn to leave the room, Helen stopped you. "Thank you for staying with her," she said softly, "There was a car accident. Two little girls rushed in for surgery. They needed me."

You nodded in understanding. You couldn’t fault her. Every day seemed to bring a new challenge, a new story, and today was no different. This Jane Doe was no different.

Before you could delve deeper into your thoughts, she interrupted, “Anyways, I’m here now and pager is off,” she drew your attention to the device in her pocket, “Boss’s order... now go take your lunch break.”

With a small smile, you left the room, the door softly closing behind you. Walking down the hallways, your mind buzzed with curiosity about the woman. Her face – those eyes - nagged at the edges of your memory, like a puzzle waiting to be solved.

Where do I know you from, Jane Doe?

#my fics! ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x y/n #natasha romanoff #natasha x reader

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stardustdreams-andcaffeine · 1 year

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Rain Therapy | Bucky Barnes

bucky barnes x fem!reader ✧ oneshot

Summary: The line between friends and lovers is impossibly thin, yet somehow the hardest line to cross. It's a line that you and Bucky just can't seem to break, but it's nothing one of Tony's infamous parties can't fix.

A/N: Another fluffy one for me, which is still something I'm growing used to writing. I'm getting anxious for some angst, so ask me for some and I'll see what I can do!

Warnings: two idiots in love, slight angst, tooth-rotting fluff, language, allusions to smutty content, jealous Bucky

Word Count: 7,206

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The whisper of lightning, the promise of thunder, the answer of rain. The sky darkens and the sun is forgotten, casting a gloomy light on the earth below.

And yet, in the midst of all that chaos, I find it to be a chemical mixture for peace.

“Y/N, Y/N what the hell are you doing out there?”

That illusion of peace shatters, and I let out low groan, keeping my eyes shut as the raindrops fall down on my form outstretched on the pavement.

“I was having a peaceful moment of bliss until someone decided now was an opportune time to bother me,” I call back.

“An opportune time to-” I hear him cut off incredulously, muttering something to himself as heavy, booted feet slosh through the rain to reach me, “Get off the damn driveway, doll. You’re gonna get sick.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s a myth,” I respond, staying pleasantly where I lay right in front of the Avengers Compound.

“Myth my ass, now get up and inside before I throw you over my shoulder and do it for you.”

I click my tongue, not having to open my eyes to know my best friend is standing right beside me, “So much violence, so much language. You should join me, some inner peace would do you good.”

Thunder cracks above, rumbling through the earth and into my bones. Even though I don’t hear his steps moving away, Bucky goes silent beside me. I begin to think he’s taking me up on my offer of a little rain therapy.

“See,” I sigh into the cacophony of nature, “Isn’t that peaceful? Maybe-”

I don’t even have time to react when a pair of strong arms, one of them freezing cold due to the metal in the rain, grab my waist and lift me clear off the floor. My eyes snap open with a jolt as I see myself being thrown over Bucky’s shoulder just like he promised.

“What the-” I stop myself as he secures me with his arm dangerously near my ass and slap his broad, muscular back, “You little bitch!”

“A little bitch who’s gonna keep you from getting a cold,” Bucky responds, and I can hear the smugness in his tone from back here, “Is the rain still peaceful?”

“No, there’s a jackass who got in the way.”

I feel his body rumble with laughter, feel the noise pass through my body and make my heart tumble in its cage. With that, his arm edging near a zone that’s clearly more than friends, and the sight of his wet t-shirt stuck to his back, I feel the anger flood from my body. Instead, I find myself thinking about what his abs look like with his rain-soaked shirt pressed against them.

Damn it, I’ve really got it bad.

I try my hardest to shove the image from my mind, but it only sticks harder and makes the spot where Bucky’s hand rests burn. I notice his metal hand on the other side, rain dripping off of it, and I can’t help but let my mind trace to-

I halt my thinking abruptly. He’s your best friend, he’s your best friend, he’s your best friend.

He’s my unfairly hot, broody, and annoyingly heart-fluttering best friend

With his free hand, Bucky shoves open the front doors to the Avenger’s Compound, walking a few steps until we enter one of the large, high-ceiling living areas where a television blasts a movie.

“I told you,” Tony announces after the group of my friends and teammates sees Bucky walking in with me on his shoulder, “Sam, you owe me five bucks.”

“Put me down, terminator,” I grunt, to which Bucky finally sets me on my feet.

Immediately I go to hit him, but the sudden change in my body’s gravity sends me off balance slightly. I stumble back slightly, trying to make the blood rush from my head so I can balance again.

“Woah, careful there, Bambi,” Bucky laughs, gripping onto my waist to help steady me.

Where his hands touch, metal and skin alike, my skin sets on fire. The radiating electricity from his touch only annoys me further and I shove out of his hands, swatting his chest.

“I’m fine,” I grumble, tilting my chin up to meet his gaze and holding a finger in his face like a scolding parent, “Next time you manhandle me, I’m going to remove your arm like Ayo showed me.”

Bucky smirks at me coolly and says something, but I miss it because my eyes drop down to where his t-shirt sticks to his abs from the rain. Just like I imagined it would, it makes my mouth go dry and my heartbeat miss a step.

“See something you like?” Bucky taunts.

Cheeks flushed, I look up at him calmly and smile, “Just thinking about what a shame a body like that is wasted on the grumpiest man alive.”

The group of Avengers lounging around the various chairs and couches in the living room snicker, their attention drawn from the television. He lifts an eyebrow at me and those infuriating steel blue eyes ricochet my pulse.

“Sure you were.”

“Whatever,” I mumble, turning and looking at team, “Who bet against me?”

Tony, Bruce, Wanda, and Nat lifts their hands and I gasp, pressing a hand to my chest in feigned hurt.

“Traitors,” I grumble, not being able to stop the smile that wants to twitch onto my lips as Bucky walks up beside me and rests his arm on my shoulder.

“They bet right, didn’t they?”

I look up at him with the half-smile I wasn’t able to stop, “Screw you,”

I turn around and leave the living room, making my way towards my room so I can shower and change. From behind me, I hear Bucky’s laugh that sears itself into my memory.

“Love you too, doll!” He calls out, and my heart launches into my throat.

He doesn’t mean it like I want him to, not like how I mean it. Not like how I've meant it for months.

As I finally get to the confines of my bedroom, I shut to the door and let out a trembling breath. I keep my back pressed to the door for a moment, leaning my head against it and forcing myself to forget the way his hands felt, to strike from my memory the beauty of his laugh. When I finally peel off my wet clothes and step into a scalding hot shower, I let the water and steam surround me long after I'm already clean.

I'm a coward, a coward and a fool for falling for my best friend and not being able to say a word to him about it.

Long after I'm out of the shower and cuddled up with a book on my bed, a knock sounds on my door. I've barely glanced up at it in confusion when Natasha's voice calls out, "I know you're probably reading a book but put it down and let me in unless you want me to break down the door."

A half-smile tugs onto my lips and I set my book aside, untangling myself from my covers and opening the door for my friend. She gives me a smug smile and waltzes in, plopping down on my bed. I can't help but shake my head at her as she makes herself at home.

"Why are all of my friends so violent?" I taunt, sitting down next to her.

"Most of us are trained assassins." Nat gives me a playful nudge, already lifting my spirits from the gloom and doom they were resting in. Her knowing gaze immediately notifies me that I can't escape the conversation to come, so I don't even bother to skirt around it.

"Why does my life suck?" I groan, dropping down onto my back dramatically. Nat laughs beside me, shaking her head down at me.

"So many questions tonight," She remarks, following the words with a tired sigh and laying down beside me. As we both stare up at my ceiling, my mind is held captive by one person. Both it and my heart have been held hostage and I'm starting to understand the truth in Stockholm Syndrome.

"You know, and brace yourself because this is gonna blow your mind, you could just tell him how you feel," Nat advises.

"And risk ruining everything that we already have?" I reply, my brows creased in an ever-present state of worry, "I could live with being friends with him forever as long as it meant I still had him in my life. But if I tell him how I feel and it changes everything to the point where he can't even be around me?"

I take a charged pause, startled by the sudden rise of emotion. I swallow down the burning pain, but ultimately I decide to go easy on my breaking heart. The poor thing doesn't know any better. All it knows is that it wants Bucky Barnes and I keep locking it and its desires into a cage of bones in my chest.

"A life without him...I couldn't live like that."

Nat sits up beside me, catching my attention in time to see the sympathy flashing across her features, "Y/N, I know it's scary but if you'd just trust me I think the outcome would surprise you."

She can tell that I'm still not convinced, so in a last ditch effort to rally me from my slumber of inaction, she reaches across me and grabs the book I was reading. I sit up, a protest just starting on my tongue as I reach for it. She pulls it out of my reach and holds it in front of her chest, displaying the cover for me to see.

"Do any of the characters in these books ever fare well from denying their passions?" Nat asks, and I find that she has me in a figurative corner, "Do their stories end well when they decide, 'Nah, I'm too scared to tell him I love him'?"

"I don't love him," I protest, but the lie is sour on my tongue and allergic to my soul. It gets rejected so quickly by everything within me that I almost think I'll have a physical reaction to it.

"Bullshit." Nat challenges, setting the book aside and grabbing my hands. I shake my head, trying to escape her arguments that my heart jumps in agreement with.

It's a brutal thing, to have your heart yearn for one thing and your mind so resolutely against it. I've always thought it strange how the dichotomy of desires could root in a person, but it makes sense in a way. The heart is led by our passions, our intuitive cravings. The mind is hardwired by nature and instinct to protect us, to propel our survivals.

Even if that means our passions must be slaughtered.

I'm keeping my mind in charge by sheer will that's hanging precariously over the edge of a cliff. My will only has a few fingers left to hold with, and I can feel it slipping every day Bucky's near me, every time his skin brushes mine, every time he simply is.

“I need to move on,” I almost desperately announce, gripping handfuls of my sweatshirt to keep from crying, “I need a way to move or this is going to kill me. He’s going to kill me.”

Sympathetic to my distress, Natasha lays a reassuring hand on my shoulder, “You know, with Tony’s Semi-Annual Charity Gala coming up this weekend it’s the perfect time to move on.”

I perk up slightly, the thought breaking a sliver of hope in the pit of despair and self-pity I allow to well up. For an Avenger, I sure know how to wallow in pain.

“…or make a move on a certain super soldier.” Nat continues.

“Don’t be silly, I’d never steal Steve away from you,” I jest, my tone wavering but stronger than before. Nat rolls her eyes from beside me before shoving my shoulder. With a sigh, I finally meet my friend’s gaze, “One last chance. One chance and then I’m putting myself out of my misery”

That’s so easily said. The unspoken truth is that my poor heart doesn’t stand a chance. It hasn’t for a long time.

“Great!” Nat smiles, squeezing me into a side hug on the bed, “I’ll start planning your outfit now!”

And with that, she’s off my bed and into my closet. As we spend the better part of the night deciding on what to wear to the upcoming gala, I can’t help but let my mind stray to its usual focus. With a groan of exhaustion, I drop my head into my hands and tell myself that same lie.

“He’s my best friend. That’s all.”

It’s getting harder and harder to believe.

|||

A few days later

It's been a few days since the rain incident, and I've finally managed to garner a moment alone from everyone. It's not that I don't love being around them, but it taxes me more than I care to admit to be around him.

A forlorn sigh brushes past my lips, but as I nestle down on the floor in the library Tony had put into the Compound, I find my worries drifting away. Instead, they're replaced with the story in the pages, rapturing my attention and distracting my mind.

That is, until the door opens and I feel his presence before I see or hear him.

"There you are, doll. I've been looking for you all day," Bucky calls, his deep, smooth voice cascading into my very soul. I shut my eyes for a moment, trying desperately to not let it show on my face how jarring it was to be snapped from the book to the person I've been trying to avoid.

"You've been looking for me?" I ask, managing to make my voice seem calm and pleasant. He approaches where I'm sitting on the floor, a breath-stealing smile tugging at his lips.

"Course I have, I haven't seen you in days," He replies, his face the picture of relaxed calm, drawing a fierce dichotomy to the barely-veiled confliction on my own. Bucky takes a moment, surveying me sitting on the floor amidst all of the chairs and couches available. He lifts an amused brow at me.

"Why are you on the floor?"

I can't stop myself from smiling up at him and all control I had in keeping myself away from him disintegrates, "It's more comfortable to me. Are you judging me Barnes?"

His laugh bursts light into the depths of me, and as I watch his face relax I can't help but look on in awe at how far he's come. When he first joined the team, he was withdrawn and quiet and even grumpier than he is now. He never smiled, never laughed, and barely spoke. Now, of course he's adorably grumpy most of the time, but he smiles and laughs. He enjoys life, and he more than anyone else in this world deserves to enjoy life.

"What're you reading?" Bucky asks, and I try to ignore the way my pulse rockets up when he settles down beside me on the floor.

He stretches out his long legs, keeping the one furthest from me bent and resting his arm on top it. His other leg is stretched out and nearly touching my own. To help balance his weight, he settles the hand closest to me, his metal hand, onto a spot on the floor behind my back. The position makes his chest brush against my shoulder ever so slightly and all I can feel is the burning of his presence and the searing of his gaze.

"Just some fantasy book," I reply, not wanting to bore him.

I look over at him to see his eyes already on my face, his own radiating a serene peace. He furrows his brows at my prolonged examination of his features and the ghost of a smile twitches at the corner of his lips, "What is it?"

"Nothing, it's just," My mouth has gone dry again, and I can't seem to clear the haze on my mind, "You look at peace."

"Well someone pretty incredible suggested rain therapy, which works like a charm for my grumpiness."

A laugh bubbles out of me, only widening the smile on his face. I find myself subconsciously leaning into his presence and bringing our faces closer.

"Seriously," Bucky continues, making me realize our proximity and pull back to a normal distance, "I'm always at peace around you."

My heart doesn't just miss a step, it stumbles and falls and nearly gives out in my chest. His words affect every part of me and it's a feat of pure resilience that I don't reach over and press my lips to his.

"Unless you're doing something stupid and testing my nerves," He adds on, lightening the air and making me giggle. He nods towards the almost forgotten book in my hands.

"You were going to tell me about your new read," Bucky reminds, and I smile.

I spend the next ten minutes detailing what's happening in the book, my excitement about it taking over and making me ramble on without barely taking any breaths. I occasionally look between the book and Bucky, sometimes gesturing with my hands to establish my enthusiasm.

Even when I'm not looking at him, Bucky's gaze never leaves my face.

So much for giving myself space to try and move on from him. That thought is far from my mind, though. The longer I’m near him, the closer he is, the harder it is to remember to forget him. And now, with Tony’s Gala tomorrow night, I don’t know how I’m going to move on.

Maybe I really can give this one last shot. It could break me if it goes wrong, but I have a feeling I’ll break a little regardless.

|||

The next night

Not even the pounding of the music and the chatter and clatter of hundreds of guests can drown out my racing mind.

“Stop tugging at your dress, you look great,” Natasha chides from beside me.

With a huff of anxiety, I heed her words and stop fiddling with the snug material of the one-sleeved dress. It hugs my curves down to my waist before draping elegantly to the floor, broken only by the high slit up the thigh.

“I know,” I reply, downing my second drink of the night and setting down the empty glass on the tray of a passing waiter with a brief smile, “I just haven’t seen him yet. He’s coming right? Tony told us all to be here, so he wouldn’t just-”

“Why does there have to be so many people here?”

My words die out at the distant but unmissable rumble of words behind me. I turn around, and my entire world seems to focus on the epicenter that is Bucky Barnes as he walks in beside Sam Wilson.

“It’s a party man, I thought you loved parties back in the day,” Sam replies, smiling at a few people as he walks in.

“Yeah well I don’t like people like I did then,” Bucky grumbles back, messing with the edges of his all-black suit that is tailored so perfectly that it hones every inch of his body.

His broad shoulders, his muscular form, his piercing blue eyes in a fierce dichotomy with the darkness of the getup…I almost trip in my heels.

“You don’t like any people? That breaks my heart, Barnes,” I manage out coolly, walking up to the pair with a half-smile tugging on my lips and my heart dancing with the butterflies within.

Bucky’s gaze turns from the party goers to where I walk up to them, and a part of me melts at the way a light filters into his features. His dashing smile makes my own grow before I can stop it. The way he simply stops for a moment and stares at me, as if the throngs of people around us don’t exist…

It’s more than an effort to shove my poor heart into its shackles.

“I guess you’re an exception, doll,” He amends, and Sam rolls his eyes beside Bucky as they stop before me.

“It’s not like I’m right here,” Sam announces, making me giggle slightly and look to him.

“Hey Sam, good to see you,” I greet, walking over and hugging the man. He hugs me back, smiling brightly.

“Good to see you too,” Sam responds, his eyes catching on something over my shoulder, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I believe there are some fans who need me.”

I laugh as I watch him walk over and greet a group of women by the bar. When I turn back to Bucky, I shove down my nerves and shake my head as I pull him into a hug.

“You look incredible, Buck,” I announce, trying to ignore the rightness of his body against mine as he pulls me into a hug that lasts a moment more than I should have let it.

“Y/N,” he deadpans, pulling back but leaving his arms on my waist to admire me. His eyes sparkle with something akin to awe that makes hope rise in my chest, “You put me and everyone else in this room to shame.”

“You obviously haven’t looked in a mirror,” I remark, desperately trying to not show all over my face how beautiful he is.

Bucky just smiles. He looks at me and he smiles and I am undone.

My eyes catch on Natasha over Bucky’s shoulder as she mingles in the background of the party. When our gazes meet she gestures to Bucky with a hand, mounting the words ‘Come on’ as she does. Nodding back to her, I remember the conversation we had a few days ago and right before we joined the gala. I have to be bold and make a move, take a chance before I lose the ability to do so.

“So,” I turn back to Bucky, smiling knowingly up at him, “How’re you doing with the whole party thing?”

Bucky takes in a breath, nodding his head slightly as he surveys the party scene around us. Drinks are flowing, laughs rising, and music is permeating through every sector of the Avengers Compound. The floor shakes with the base and the clattering of shoes as he looks back to me, “Oh you know, just fantastic.”

“Is that so?” I taunt, almost laughing at the dripping sarcasm in his voice. He shoots me a grumpy glare that finally unleashes my laugh. At the sound, Bucky’s features soften and a smile touches his lips. I notice this and furrow my brows up at him.

“What?”

“Nothing,” Bucky whispers, just holding that’s soft smile in his eyes that makes me almost forget the track of the conversation. When I snap myself from my daze, I gasp.

“Oh, I almost forgot!” I exclaim, holding my clutch up and opening it to find what I stashed earlier, “I know how you are with parties like this and all so I thought that this might help make it a better memory.”

“You got me a gift?” Bucky asks, shaking his head at me with furrowed brows, “You should have told me, I would’ve gotten you something too!”

I shake my head, finally finding what I’m looking for and glancing up at Bucky, “Then it wouldn’t be a surprise, would it?”

With a bright smile to cover my pounding, anxious heart, I hold out the small book in my hands. Bucky glances down at the gift I hold out, and I watch his body go still. Anticipation dances in my belly as he ever so gently reaches out and takes the old, fading The Hobbit novel into his hands.

“It’s a first edition, don’t ask me how I found it,” I inform, playing with the fabric of my dress to give my now empty hands something to do, “I know how much you loved it and now when you’re watching me read in the library, you can read too.”

My words ring out between us, and yet Bucky barely moves. Just when I’m beginning to grow nervous, my heart melts into a puddle in my chest when he lifts his steel-eyed gaze to me. I’ve never seen him cry before, but here and now I can see the lining of unshed tears in his gaze.

“Buck-"

He closes the distance between us, pulling me so close to him that there’s no room for separation. I melt into the hug, becoming nothing more than an extension of his body. There’s no him. There’s no me. There’s only us as we’re suspended in time, caught in this moment.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he mumbles, not moving back an inch and letting his voice cascade over my neck and down my spine, “You don’t know what this means to me.”

Reluctantly, I pull back. Every part of me shouts in protest, but I know we have to separate as some point. I give him a soft smile, trying to ignore the noose that’s slowly tightening around my heart. I’m a goner. I have no chance of recovery.

“Don’t mention it,”

Bucky stares at me for another moment, the charged silence soon taking on an anticipated feel. We’re both waiting for the other to make the first move, I can sense it. I see Nat nudge me from afar again and decide to finally muster up my courage and stop waiting. I notice Bucky shakes his head at something, mumbling something to himself, but I press on.

“Hey, do you wanna da-”

“I’m gonna go get a drink,” Bucky bursts out at almost the same instant, making me cut off my sentence quickly.

A drink? He’s going to get a drink right now, as soon as I was about to ask him to dance? I know he didn’t mean it as a rejection, but it still stings like one.

“Oh, uh yeah sure. That’s-”

Before I can even finish speaking, Bucky has darted away desperately towards the bar at the North side of the room near Sam. I stand dumbfounded, my heart slowly sinking. This is going to be much harder than I thought.

|||

It's been nearly an hour and a half and Bucky is still managing to be everywhere that I am not.

I can take a hint. Even if that hint shatters my soul a little.

As I watch the super soldier mingle with some of the guests, a polite and slightly annoyed smile on his face, I feel something snap within my chest. Here I am, lounging pathetically at the bar all alone, and there he is, my best friend who I can't seem to fall out of love with. His strong jaw and steel eyes don't dare to turn in my direction, and I feel my fracturing soul crack even more.

I have to let it go. I have to let it go. I have to let him go.

With a long sigh, I pick up the drink before me and down its contents, letting the burn soothe away the edge of the crawling pain in my chest. Once the glass is slammed back down on the bar counter, I steel my nerves and stand.

It's time I stop feeling sorry for myself and move on.

My eyes scan the thick crowd scattered throughout every inch of Tony's gala. Music radiates through every molecule of air, and just one glance at the dance floor has my feet moving before my brain is. As I walk over to the dance floor, I see a random guy standing with a few others. He's cute enough with a charming smile, so I grab his arm as I walk past, making him glance over at me. I flash him my best smile and tug him towards the dance floor.

"Dance with me?" I ask boldly, and his smile widens.

"I'd be honored," He replies, letting me pull him onto the dance floor.

I should let myself be whisked away into the music and the movements and the feel of his hands on my hips as we dance. I should let the base and the crowd and the charming man before me wipe away every thought, but I just...can't. All I can think about when his hands slide gently on my waist is how different it feels when those hands are Bucky's. My heart is crushing slowly, and so I do everything I can to forget it.

It's actually beginning to work until the music abruptly cuts out.

Groans and boo's arise from the crowd with me on the dance floor as we all look around, trying to figure out why the music's stopped. "That's so weird," The nice guy I'm dancing with mumbles. I mention my agreement, my eyes sweeping the edges of the party before I catch a glint of dark metal. My eyes fly back to the metal only to see Bucky storming away from the sound booth, his metal fist clenched so hard that I'm surprised it doesn't malfunction. In his metal grasp is a hunk of wires, and my stomach drops.

He did not.

"Don't worry folks! I'll have the music back up in no time," Tony announces, flashing his winning smile to the crowd as he jogs to the sound booth, "There was a slight malfunction"

I see him shoot Bucky a glare, but true to his words the music is back up in a matter of minutes. I feel anger begin to make my blood boil and I pull away from the guy I was dancing with. I see a frown pull onto his face as he lets me go but follows me a few steps.

"Are you okay?" He calls after me, and my heart twists in sympathy. I must look absolutely furious and he probably thinks it's pointed at him. So, I do my best to give him a sympathetic smile.

"I'm alright, thanks for the dance. I needed it," I comment, before turning and continuing my beeline for the brooding super soldier in the corner. He's standing with Sam, muttering something that I can't hear as I finally break through the crowd and walk up to them.

"Here we go," Sam mumbles, slowly backing away as I come to a stop in front of Bucky.

"What the hell, James?" I grit out.

"Oh she used the first name," Sam comments, his eyes widening, "I'm going to go check on Steve."

Then he leaves, and it's just Bucky and I. Bucky just shrugs, not meeting my furious gaze.

"I don't know what you're so mad about but-"

"Oh really? So you didn't just rip out the sound system?" I accuse, crossing my arms over my chest. He finally turns and meets my gaze, and damn it all I can't stop the swooning of my heart at the dark, rugged look on his face.

I'm angry, I remind myself. I'm angry with him.

"What does that have to do with you, sweetheart?"

I scoff, shaking my head at him, "You are unbelievable! I was finally starting to have a good night and-"

"Dancing with that handsy prick makes your night a good night then?" He interrupts, and I have to fight to keep the smug look off of my face at catching him.

"What were you saying about this having nothing to do with me?" I fire back, lifting an eyebrow. Bucky clenches his jaw and takes a step closer to me, probably expecting me to back off. I don't. Instead, I tilt my head up to meet his gaze, trying and failing to seem taller than him.

"I don't like you dancing with other men like that," Bucky informs, his voice dark. He's so close to me that his whiskey and pine scent invades my senses, threatening to empty my head of the argument at hand.

"I can dance with whoever the hell I want, Barnes. And since certain people made it very clear they didn't want to dance with me, then certain people should have no say in who I dance with"

"I don't dance, Y/N." His eyes are cool fire and they sear right through me. Even in this heated argument, all I can seem to think about is how badly I want him, body and soul. My thoughts are banished when he spits his next words out, "Not with you, not with anyone."

It shouldn't hurt. It shouldn't. So why do I have to fight to keep the hurt off of my face?

Just like that, the fire in my argument is gone. I nod, taking a few steps back, "Okay, that's all you had to say."

And then I turn around and leave before he can see the tears welling in my gaze.

I force myself into the crowd, making sure I move quickly and weave myself between those around me to get away as fast as possible. Then, with my heart in my throat, I finally make it to the outskirts of the party where a glass sliding door leads out into a training field. Through the glass, I can see rain pouring down into the dark, almost moonless night.

Seeing it unravels a bit of the pain within my chest, and I don't even think as I slip off my heels and walk outside. I shut the door behind me, muting the sounds of the party and leaving the downpour of rain and the distant rumble of thunder to take over my senses. I set my heels down carefully and walk out into the field, barely jumping when the cool, refreshing droplets begin to pound into my skin. It's not long before I'm soaked and my entire outfit is ruined. I don't mind, though. I'm not planning on going back there anyways.

I sit down in the grass, not even minding how it dirties my dress, and hug my knees close. When I slip my eyes shut, I'm reminded why I love the rain so much.

In moments like this, I can't distinguish my tears from the rain

I don't know how long I sit like this, my eyes shut and the rain drenching me. Eventually, my body stops shaking from the sobs that have now subsided and any evidence of my breakdown has been washed away. I'm almost at peace when I hear that voice, that stupid, addicting voice, ring out behind me through the storm.

"I'd say you'll catch a cold, but I don't think you'd care much"

I swallow hard, cursing my heart for the way it jumps. I open my eyes, but keep my gaze firmly forward across the training field.

"Especially since it's coming from you," I add on, grateful for the lack of tremor in my words.

"I guess I deserved that one," Bucky concedes softly, his voice getting closer. My body begins to shiver with the anticipation of him being close, the response purely visceral and out of my control. I just hope he thinks it's from the rain.

"You think?" I scoff lightly, not having the strength to be angry anymore.

It's silent for a long while, and I almost begin to think that he's left and gone back inside. I'm proven otherwise when I see Bucky walk out from behind me, standing right in front of where I sit with my knees drawn to my chest. Against my better judgement, I look up.

And there he is, drenched like I am and an unreadable look upon his stupidly handsome face.

"Bucky-"

He extends out his human hand, and my words die, "Dance with me."

Every part of my heart beams, and it’s an effort to keep the fluttering of my heart out of my body language. I pause for a moment, almost as if to give him time to retract his hand. When he doesn’t, I hesitantly meet his gaze.

“I thought you didn’t dance,” I whisper. His half-smile grows as he looks down at me with what almost looks like…adoration.

“I don’t,” Bucky confirms, his voice like sugar and pine, “But for you I’d do anything”

I can’t even try to hide the visceral effect his words have on me. With a thousand butterflies batting in my stomach and my heart beating viscously out of rhythm, I allow a small smile to grow on my lips. A new excitement in my chest, I reach up and slip my hand into his large, rough one calloused with work and time. It fits mine perfectly, as always, and his touch muddles my senses and wakes me up all at once, as always.

As he helps me stand, the rain still pouring down on us, he tugs me close to him so suddenly that I stumble right into his chest. A small laugh escapes my lips as I catch myself on his broad chest. Bucky’s so close, so warm, so intoxicating to me that every fiber of my being yearns for his proximity. I’m nothing but a firing hum of nerves and sparks being this close to him, with a hand on his chest and his arm secured around my waist.

And we dance.

There’s no music, there’s no reason. We just dance. Bucky’s magnificent at it, every step dripping in ease and cool confidence that only makes me love him more. I’m so caught in the moment that every thought of a reciprocated or unrequited love has been banished from my mind. All that exists is here and now, underneath the downpour of the heavens with the cacophony of nature as our song.

He twirls me around, making water splash up and a giggle bubble out of me when I slip and fall directly into him. His body rumbles with low laughter when he catches me stopping my fall. Bucky doesn’t even have to say a word for me to know he’s making fun of me, so I slap his chest with a huff of laughter.

“What?” Bucky’s amused voice is the harmony to the melody of the rain.

“I can feel your judgement from here,” I point out, but before I can raise my lightened gaze to meet his on my own, a metal hand hooks under my chin and gently turns my face up until our eyes clash.

Suddenly, I’m not so humored anymore.

Neither is he, I can tell. The air is different—still light with joy but now corded with something deep, rich, and intangible. His piercing blue eyes seem to be burdened with a million different thoughts, but I can barely bring myself to breathe let alone ask him what is going through his beautiful mind.

Bucky doesn’t say a single word, though. He doesn’t have to. My eyes glance down to his lips for no more than one half of a second, and by the time I’ve returned my gaze to his, he’s closing to distance between us and connecting his lips to mine.

I’ve never understood what is so special about kissing in the rain. I get it now. There’s something so dichotomously beautiful in this moment, in the cold, relentless rain and the desperate, burning heat of Bucky’s lips moving against my own.

Again, no words are needed for us both to understand. This kiss is everything that has been bottling up over our friendship. It’s every quiet moment in the library and loud moment in our arguments. As his hands tug me closer and ignite my skin as if it were burning clean off, as his lips and tongue move with mine, every thought and worry and tear-filled, longing night washes away. The very thought makes me sigh into the kiss, and finally we break apart only for the need for air.

Bucky doesn’t let me pull away an inch.

His arms keep my locked close, his forehead against mine as we both catch our breath. He nudged my nose with his before pulling away only enough to meet my gaze. One hand of his cradles my jaw, his thumb running lazy circles on my cheek.

“Does this mean you like me?” I whisper, a humored glint already lighting my gaze. Bucky laughs roughly, his voice sending shivers down my spine that don't go unnoticed. Rather, the other hand he keeps on my waist lifts to absently trace the path of the shiver, almost making my knees go weak.

“I more than like you,” Bucky quips, a content smile taking over his features. My heart misses a step and I don’t dare to dream.

“You really like me?” I taunt, and another heart-warming laugh pours from those perfect lips.

“You’re gonna make me say it, doll?”

I swallow thickly, my eyes not leaving his. I don’t dare to say another word, leaving the challenge up to him. Bucky sighs, moving the hand he keeps on my spine to cradle the other side of my face, now cupping it in his full grasp. He presses a long, gentle kiss to my lips before pulling back enough to where his lips still graze mine as he speaks.

“I love you, Y/N. Always have. Always will.”

My knees nearly go weak, and suddenly I'm so very grateful for the rain's ability to hide what is a drop and what is a tear. I'd never hear the end of it from him if he knew that's what his confession brought me to. When one of thumbs catches a stray tear, though, I know he's fully aware.

"I love you too, Buck."

Bucky smirks before me, bringing his mouth close to my ear and sending another shiver racing down my spine, "I figured that much out, sweetheart"

"Oh whatever!" I announce, hitting his shoulder but leaning in closer to his mouth that now trails from my jaw back to my lips. He presses a sweet kiss to my lips before holding me close to his chest and looking up into the sky that downpours upon us.

"Rain therapy, I guess it really does work," Bucky remarks.

"I would say I told you so, but-" I'm cut off by Bucky suddenly grabbing me by the waist and throwing me over his shoulder.

"What was that?" Bucky calls up to me, spinning me slightly and only making me giggle louder.

"Bucky, I'm in a dress!" I protest. He slaps my ass smugly and begins to walk with me still over his shoulder back to the compound.

"I know, let's get you out of that"

As my laugh tumbles out of my mouth, it twirls and dances and gets lost with the pounding of the rain and the rolling of the thunder. Once again, I'm in the debt of the rain, and I can't help but smile at it gratefully as my best friend and the love of my life walks triumphantly with me over his shoulder into the midst of Tony's nice party. Neither of us care about the looks we receive, though. Neither of us even notices.

All we see is the rain and each other.

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hey i have a request and its fine if you dont do it cause its a little different to your others! y/n is in a movie with scar, lizzie and flo, y/n sh’s but the others dont know that but one day they see the cuts on y/n’s wrist. i lovee your other oneshots btw

One Day At A Time

Pairings: Scarlett Johansson x gn!reader, Lizzie Olsen x gn!reader, Florence Pugh x gn!reader

Description: After a long day on set, y/n doesn’t notice their scars are visible.

Warnings: TW DO NOT READ THIS IF IT WILL MAKE YOU RELAPSE!!! self harm, mention of scars, angst, lots of comfort.

Words: 900

Prompt: Person A has scars and person B finds out about them

A/N: First of all, thank you for the love, I truly appreciate it! You all mean so much to me! I hope you enjoy, and like I’ve said before, my DMs are always open <3

It was weeks, nearly days since y/n had last self harmed. In all honesty, they were doing better than they had in a while. Since being cast in the up and coming Marvel television series, a spinoff of the Avengers, they had felt better. Happier.

They were with some of their best friends. Scarlett was like a mother to y/n, Lizzie and Florence were like sisters. They had become a family, the four of them. And since they were so close and spent so much time together, y/n barely even thought about self harming.

Of course the urge would come back once and awhile. But that wasn’t the problem. It was the scars. Y/n’s scars weren’t the freshest, but they were definitely still there. Their makeup artist who had been with them since the beginning knew how to cover them up, so no one else on set really knew about y/n’s scars. And it wasn’t like y/n’s costume was extremely revealing anyways.

Y/n sat in their trailer, finishing up their hair and zipping up the last bits of their costume.

“You almost ready babes?” Scarlett knocked on the door of the trailer.

“Yeah! I’ll be out in moment!” Y/n called.

“Good! We got you coffee,” Y/n could practically hear Florence wink.

“Thank you!”

When y/n had finished getting ready, they opened the door to their trailer and was greeted with three smiling faces and four cups of coffee. And a croissant, of course, Florence’s favourite.

“Director wants us in the studio by 8, if we run we can make it.” Lizzie said.

“Jesus Christ, why did no one tell me? Its 7:57!” Y/n’s face went pale.

“Run!” Florence yelled, taking off into a sprint, completely forgetting to give y/n their coffee.

Y/n looked down at their phone. 10:37 pm. They had been on set for nearly 15 hours, and all y/n wanted was to go back to their hotel room and sleep. Y/n barely noticed the lack of makeup on their forearm when they and the girls were walking back to their trailers.

“I didn’t know they added scars to your character. When did they do that?” Lizzie asked out of the blue, nodding towards y/n’s arm.

Y/n cocked their head for a moment, confused as to what Lizzie was talking about.

“Wait yeah, those are badass!” Scarlett added on.

The four reached the trailer section of the set. And it hit y/n. They were talking about their self harm scars.

“I-” Y/n started, too shocked to be able to form a sentence. Florence’s face was the first to drop. She smacked her hand over her mouth and whispered a muffled, “Lizzie.”

Lizzie realized within a split second, as did Scarlett. Scarlett was the first to speak.

“Oh baby, c’mere.” She said, holding her arms out for a hug. Y/n stood for a moment, then collapsed into Scarlett’s arms. Florence and Lizzie enveloped y/n in a big hug and the four were silent for a minute.

“I’m so sorry, y/n. If I had known I never would have said anything” Lizzie said when they broke apart.

Y/n stayed silent.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Florence said, taking y/n’s hand in hers.

Y/n was still silent. Then they took a deep breath.

“I don’t know. I just, I struggle sometimes. I’ve never been like, officially diagnosed or anything, but,” Y/n looked at their faces. Each one of them was focused entirely on them. “I just feel like there’s no way out sometimes. So I...” Y/n trailed off, gesturing to their arm as a conclusion to their sentence.

“Oh hun, I’m so sorry you have to go through that. That’s awful.” Lizzie said.

“It’s okay.” Y/n said, tears threatening to fall from their eyes.

“No, it’s not. You shouldn’t have to go through that. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone, let alone a beautiful soul like yours,” Scarlett said. She took y/n’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “We’re here for you love, no matter what.”

Florence had stayed silent the whole time. It was confusing to y/n, Florence usually was the most supportive out of the three girls.

“Hey guys, can I just talk to y/n alone real quick. We’ll meet up with you after.” Florence asked.

“Yeah of course, we’ll see you back at the hotel?” Scarlett said.

Florence nodded, watching the two girls leave and then turning her attention to y/n.

“I understand how you feel.” Florence said.

“Thank you,” y/n said, not really realizing what Florence was really saying.

“No I mean, I really understand.” Florence stayed silent and looked at y/n. Y/n searched Florence’s eyes. And it clicked.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” Y/n said.

“Why? It’s been ages and I’m not ashamed. They’re my battle scars. I know it sounds cliche, but I went through a lot a couple years ago, and I like to think of them as a sign that it gets better. How long has it been?” Florence explained.

“Two weeks,” Y/n said.

“Two weeks is amazing y/n!” Florence watched as y/n smiled sheepishly. “Look, I’m not going to tell you to come to me whenever you feel like doing this, or tell you to bring me what you use or whatever you’ve heard before. Just take it one day at a time. Okay?”

“Okay.” Y/n said.

“I love you, y/n. We all do.”

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waterhorseyblues-ao3 · 2 years

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WHB’S Guide To The Loki (616) Comic Canon So You Don’t Have To Slog Through It Like I Did

The chaos, mischief and hijinks Loki gets up to in the Marvel comics run as long and complex as the Thor comics ever did, so for simplicity this starts at the Loki “rebirth” which is where Loki became more of an independent character with his own role to play in the ongoing 616 canon. I will make a separate post for “non-canon” and oneshots and generally good comic Loki content that isn’t part of this arc.

diclaimer: i am Very opinionated and also prone to hyperbolic language so i may insult a comic/arc that you like. it is important that you Deal With It and move on because i cannot and will not be swayed.

“Classic Loki” dies during the Siege (2009) arc, specifically Siege #4. I don’t recommend it as reading personally and if you’re not already reading Marvel, it’ll be confusing and boring to follow. Things to know: Loki cut a deal with Hela to have his name taken from the book of Hel. He caused some Issues and Problems that went way overboard and is killed in the battle.

BEGIN THE KID LOKI STORY:

Thor #617-#619 (2010) - Thor finds the reborn child-aged Loki in Paris using the name “Serrure” (”Lock” in Fench.). Generally recommend this for context reading and understanding Loki’s character “rebranding”

Journey into Mystery #622-645 (2011) - Sometimes referred to as Loki: Journey Into Mystery, this is the bulk of the Kid Loki storyline and spans several story arcs in the Marvel comics at the time. Heavily recommend for understanding of the rest of Loki’s character arc, as well as adorable Thor & Loki sibling stuff and Loki’s goofy little way of talking. The final issues of this storyline are necessary reading for every major Loki storyline after.

The Mighty Thor vol.2 (2011) - some of this happens in tandem to Journey into Mystery. If you’re not super into the Thor comics, this isn’t that important, but it helps inform the events of JiM while you’re reading it. There’s some good sibling stuff and Loki generally being a bit of a scamp, but there’s a lot going on that ties to other major Marvel story arcs at the time that can make this a bit confusing to read.

Fuck Exiled (2012) it doesn’t fucking matter.

Young Avengers (2013) - THE comic!!!! This is prime Kid Loki into Adult Loki content. This is where we got the contemporary Loki design from. This shits gay as hell, it’s full of friendship and drama and Loki shennanigans and I honestly cannot recommend this comic enough. If you never read another Marvel comic, read Young Avengers.

Loki: Agent of Asgard (2014) - OBVIOUSLY THIS ONE! Lots of people made the mistake of reading this on its own without understanding who Loki is in this comic. So much of Loki’s character development in this story hinges on the last issues of JiM. Read the others first THEN this, and you’ll thank me. This one has GORGEOUS art and completely re-shaped Loki’s character for the future Marvel comics. It also spans several major comic arcs at the time, so prepare for more external reading.

Avengers & X-Men: AXIS (2014) - This is a LOT to cope with if you’re not already into the comics, as it has a HUGE cast and a lot of major plots running at the same time. I honestly skimmed this just for bits of my fav characters. Loki appears on only a few, I believe #6-#8. Only read if you’re really interested in the context of the events in AoA.

Loki & Thor: Original Sin (2014) - I am holding this story arc in my hands. I am kissing it. This is PRIME fem!Loki content. This is ICONIC genderfluid Loki matrial. This is PURE fucked up dysfunctional Asgard-fam content. I love this comic series very much for it’s writing and artwork and beautiful moments and please don’t say a mean thing about it or I will cry.

More Loki content happens in Mighty Thor vol.3 (2016). I personally don’t think it’s relevant or necessary reading.

Fuck Vote Loki. Me and the homies hate Vote Loki. MCU will trick you and make you think Vote Loki might be good. It’s not.

The Infinity Quest arc doesn’t do anything useful for Loki imho. It’s one of the many comics in Loki’s current writing that feels like the writers haven’t read any of his previous arc.

Loki: Sorcerer Supreme (2017) - aka Doctor Strange #381-385. Imho the most wasted potential arc they’ve written so far. There’s like One nugget of very good Loki character content and the rest is just a huge waste of time. Would only recommend if you’re feeling comitted to reading as much of the Loki arc as you can.

Personally I think the entire Final Host arc is a complete misuse of Loki given his character development up until then and it simply doesn’t do anything for him.

Infinity Wars Prime (2018) - this is a bit of a Marmite arc. I think it’s setting up for Loki (2019) but it’s very tedious and bland and once again wastes the potential of the multiverse. Good only for ponytail Loki. It may be relevant in the future.

The War of the Realms (2019) - This has a LOT going on, but Loki’s part of this is very integral to how Loki is currently in the canon. This overlaps a little with Thor vol.5

Loki (2019) - This is.... Probably going to be relevant one day. It’s fun dialogue but honestly I truly do not care for this. It’s very slow paced and adds nothing to Loki’s character arc that AoA hadn’t already done. It’s a bit useful for understanding the way Loki has referred to himself since, but tbh... Meh.

Thor (2020) - This places Loki very much where he is Right Now in the canon and his current role. This is the point from which comics will pick up on his story arc, and also takes us back to the end of AoA.

Defenders (2022) - This picks up IMMEDIATELY after the final page of AoA. This is probably going to patch up a few of the issues I’ve had with previous story arcs, so I’m holding out! So far it is a banger.

#marvel #marvel comics #loki #comic loki #loki odinson #loki laufeyson #rambling #DM me for any extra info you want #i will talk your ear off about Loki

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lokidokieokie · 2 years

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Fanfiction

Summary: After another successful Avengers Film, the cast get together to celebrate. However, after being caught reading fanfiction about a certain actor who plays a mischievous norse god, your friends will do nothing but try and get you two together.

Warning: has a slight lemon...nothing too descriptive but...it’s there :)

Note #1: For my own sanity and for the sake of this oneshot, everyone is ALIVE! :)

Note #2: Words written in italics is fanfiction

The Avengers cast were all gathered around the fire, talking and drinking in celebration of the release of the newest Avengers movie. Well, everyone was but Y/n, at least.

Y/n L/n--newest member to the Avengers franchise, and love interest to the mischief maker himself--was sitting in her chair, with her eyes glued to her phone screen.

Normally she wouldn’t fathom the idea of preferring her phone to the company of her friends, but a new chapter of her favourite book had just been released on Wattpad.

Her favourite book being a saucy little x reader. Specifically, a Tom Hiddleston x Reader. She had secretly been crushing on the British heartthrob for a while now--pretty much since they had started filming.

But being her sheepish self, she refused to talk to him about it. After all, why would he like her? So, she resorted herself to the only thing she could: fanfiction.

“I just can’t do this anymore, Tom!” F/n screamed.

“What the media says shouldn’t matter! And if you can’t understand that, this friendship isn’t going to work.” She sobbed; utter agony clear in her voice.

With all that she had left, she softly whispered. “We’re done, Tom.”

Y/n’s eyes glossed over with tears. This could not be happening. Tom and F/n were the iconic duo--best friends who were slowly turning into lovers; their romantic relationship had barely blossomed.

With tears slowly cascading down her face, she continued to read.

“Of course the media doesn’t bloody matter! You’re all that matters!” Tom screamed, halting F/n’s steps.

“Then what was the problem?” She whispered.

“The problem is that I love you, and the bloody media keeps getting in the way. Why is it so hard to go out for lunch? Or walk my dog in the park? Why can’t I just love you without the media-”

F/n cut Tom’s rant of by crashing their lips together.

Y/n’s tears were long gone, and were replaced by her wide eyes. In hindsight, she should’ve expected the story to take a slight lemony turn, and normally she would’ve just skimmed over it. But, today, she couldn’t help herself.

Tom released F/n’s lips from his sultry prison and slowly began making his way down her neck. Groaning in pleasure, he nipped at her neck, earning a slight yelp. With a chuckle, Tom began to lick the spot, soothing the red skin.

“Are you sure you want to do this? Because once I start, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop...”

With a quick nod from F/n, Tom slowly laid her down on the grass and began to trace her thigh with his delicate fingers, earning a mo-

“What’s got you so worked up, Y/n?” Scarlett asked, earning a slight shriek from the secret Hiddlestoner.

“N-nothing, Scar. Just the usual texts from my parents.”

Scarlett raised her eyebrow in disbelief, silently questioning whether Y/n thought she would actually believe that. Just as Y/n was about to retort, Scarlett quickly stole Y/n’s phone and began to scan the page.

A blush rose on Y/n’s cheeks as she saw Scarlett quickly stop reading and lock her eyes on her own; a slight smirk gracing her features.

“Didn’t know you were into the British. Kinky.” Scarlett released a giggle as Y/n’s face continued to darken.

“I wouldn’t normally read these out in the open. A new chapter got released today...and I’ve been waiting for a while for it...”

“You’ve been waiting for this chapter for a while?” Y/n’s eyes bugged out as she realised what she had just confessed to.

“What’s going on here?”

Y/n’s eyes secretly pleaded with Scarlett to not tell Elizabeth, but she just waved her off.

“Y/n here was reading some fanfiction about a certain curly-haired British man.” Elizabeth squealed.

“It’s about time you realised you liked him!”

Meanwhile with Tom...

Tom had always been known as someone who was obsessed with classic literature, like Shakespeare or Dickens, not for reading something like fanfiction. He knew it was wrong, but the storylines just felt so right.

His eyes were glued to his phone, entranced by the riveting storyline that just so happened to be about himself...and the newest member of the Avengers pack.

Tom had enough. The way that you had teased him with the swinging of your hips and the look of pure, unadulterated lust had him clinging to the idea of pinning you against the wall and taking you.

An idea that he had to make a reality.

Without a care in the world, Tom grabbed Y/n and pulled her into a spare room at the studio, and was quick to capture her lips with his own. The ferocity of it taking both actors by a surprise. Yes, the two had shared their beds in the past, but that didn’t compare to the love that he poured into the kiss.

Y/n pulled back slightly and leaned her forehead against Tom’s.

“Tom I-” She stopped herself before Tom was able to hear the words that he had longed for her to say, so Tom decided to do it himself.

“Y/n, I love you, and I have since the moment that I heard your laugh when we watched Much Ado About Nothing.”

She didn’t reply with words, and instead latched her lips onto yours. “I love you too, Tom.”

Tom was pulled out of his worlds by a chuckle, and he quickly turned his head to the source. There, he saw his brother from another mother, Chris Hemsworth, staring at his phone screen.

“That is absolute gold, mate. The Tom Hiddleston reading a steamy fanfic.” Tom’s cheeks were as red as a ruby.

“Do not say anything, or so help me God!” All Tom’s little threat did was make Chris laugh.

“It’s about time you realised your feelings for her.”

“Does it feel like they planned this out?” Tom had asked.

Currently, you were both stuck in a small closet after Scarlett and Chris had demanded that we play Seven Minutes in Heaven. And honestly, it was kind of hard to believe that Scarlett didn’t have ulterior motives.

No matter the unexpected circumstance though, the only thought on both of the minds of the actors was recreating the scenarios that they both had been reading moments before.

The actors were both too engrossed in their thoughts to realise that their faces were inching closer...and then their lips were touching. It was a kiss of longing, love, passion, and lust; it was simply indescribable.

Tom suddenly pulled back, startling Y/n. With a chuckle Tom finally said the words that she was dying to hear.

“I love you, Y/n.” She began kissing him all across his face, finally ending by meeting his lips.

“I love you too, Tom.”

Just as they were both about to lean back in the door opened, startling the new couple.

“Took you too long enough,” Scarlett commented.

The two lovers looked back at each other with wide smiles on their faces. Only one thought crossed their minds: the fanfictions didn’t do justice.

Ooo my first Hiddleston oneshot...exciting 👐

Find my Masterlist here!

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clochanamarc · 10 months

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i'm gonna keep talking abt the 2012 vibes tho bc i want to and i think it might be a healing moment for us all, so feel free to contribute to this list!

first of all, the endless fics where the entire cast of ANY show/movie/universe were living under the same roof. like it didn't matter who it was, they all lived under the same roof and had breakfast together and saved the world while arguing over who ate the last of the chicken curry. it was a glorious era in which we gave no fucks at all about realistic content or logic, we just wanted the avengers and the cast of doctor who to somehow be living together in the avenger tower.

following this up with the delightful array of hc posts that can STILL be found where it's like, lists of the avengers' starbucks orders, or the cast of merlin's ideal breakfast, or how the characters in doctor who or supernatural or sherlock spend their days off, and they were so lovely to read bc it was simple and effective and displayed a perfect amount of understanding of the characters??

the shipping??? the SHIPPING. nobody gave two shites about what was reasonable nor canon, and the shipping landscape proved that. i remember reading this incredible fic of oneshots where maria and pepper got married and the next morning tony proposed to thor. it was SUBLIME and there was no angst, sb just wanted to write about thor and his designer cape and tony using the cape the next morning to wear while he made pancakes.

i wanna go back to the "living under the same roof" bc i remember reading SO MANY fics that described in exceptional detail the interiors and layouts of each of the individual floors (not rooms, FLOORS) of the tower that each of the avengers occupied, and they were always different but they always made sense, and lately i feel like there's this very incorrect belief that if something is different from another thing, one of those versions MUST be wrong, and like. no. i have five mugs that are very different but i love them each equally. idk when we started giving into this weird idea that "i know X says that tony likes black coffee, but i feel like he prefers macchiatos, and i worry that i might be wrong--" BESTIES IT'S FICTION WHY ARE WE DOING THIS TO OURSELVES

basically yeah that says it all

it's all fiction! like that's the point of it all, i feel like the reason it's so exhausting to watch movies from a franchise is because everyone immediately attacks it and says "oh it's terrible bc it doesn't follow THIS portrayal and lmao what a stupid line why did poe say "somehow palpatine returned" how stupid--" like, that isn't aimed at anyone here, but i see it in yt and insta and twitter and it's just like. it's so exhausting to LOVE a movie/series anymore, isn't it? since when did i start giving a feck about what some stranger in los angeles had to say about a movie that i actually really enjoyed?

i say that we should just start enjoying stuff again without the brutality of other opinions making us question our own tastes. i loved the eternals movie, so why does it matter what the straight white fanboys say? it doesn't! the eternals was an EXCELLENT movie! that wasn't what i wanted to end this post on but i feel it's important nevertheless.

#( out of souls. )#( okay to reblog. )#( idk if anyone wants to it's more me saying 'i don't mind if u do' )#( like damn i seriously felt BAD for enjoying movies and tv shows for a while )#( which sucks! )#( love what u love! it's okay! maybe the reason it's so exhausting in the rpc lately is bc we feel like we CAN'T love these things )#( but yk what? )#( i didn't see anything wrong with the line 'somehow palpatine returned'! )#( it struck me as a pretty realistic line! )#( how should poe or anyone else KNOW how the fecker came back?? )#( i'm getting off topic )#( time to nap )#( or caffeinate )

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daddyy333 · 2 years

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Marvel Oneshot Ideas

Okkk so I started writing a oneshot book about Marvel but I pretty much lost interest in it and I’m just gonna focus on one character and some of these ideas I’ve already used but you have full permission from me to use them

If you do use them can you please try to remember to tag me? I would love to see these ideas actually written out :) <3

RDJ

Y/n hears tony talking about how good of a wife she is backstage, he doesn’t know she’s there so she sneaks on and surprises him

You don’t think you deserve RDJ

supporting you through you first big movie, and even crying a little watching you in the premiere

RDJ is sick and being a big baby, your big baby

announcing your relationship on a red carpet

Tony stark

Tony is trying to seduce you, and you’re staying strong and rejecting him but then he pulls you in by your waist and you break

You are scared about being pregnant with Tony’s kid, since you guys never talked about kids and he has a lot of trauma from his dad and it takes a long time for him to fully warm up to the idea of the pregnancy

Tony trying to tell her that he’s in love with her

Y/n and Tony’s first time

“I don’t need help! I just want the pain to stop!” - you get severely hurt during a mission and you won’t stop refusing help even though you know it’s scaring the absolute shit out of Tony, you’re still new and don’t trust anyone

You go into labor at the tower but everyone’s out doing stuff, a few are on a small mission and the only person there is Peter and he’s freaking out

“that ass should be illegal” - you look too good at his party, and tony can’t handle it

Chris Evans

Y/n hears chris talking about how good of a wife she is backstage, he doesn’t know she’s there so she sneaks on and surprises him

When Chris realizes he’s in love with y/n

Fingering under the table during an interview

You and him have to do a sex scene together for the first time and he gets a really prominent boner

You had just started dating and 6 months later you were pregnant, and you couldn’t ruin his career and burden him with a baby so you left with just a note and his favorite perfume of yours, knowing he was going to miss you. You ended up homeless and after searching for weeks he found you in a homeless shelter and he got you healthy again and took care of both you and the baby you made together.

sick day

y/n gets tired and Chris let’s her nap on his lap while their on the couch and she turns over and her mouth accidentally ends up right on top of little Chris and Sebastian nearly wakes you up with how hard he laughs

Steve Rogers

Steve slowly falling in love with the new avenger

Y/n gets severely hurt and Steve freaks out

Keeping everyone up super late with yours and Steve’s moans and making the team upset

Peggy just died and he tells you that he can’t love anyone like he loved her and he tells you all this 5 minutes after you find out you’re pregnant with his baby, after trying for an entire year

You get pregnant and Steve’s really excited but you haven’t told anyone else yet and so the missions are really putting a lot of strain on you, and you get really hurt during a mission and have a miscarriage

losing his mind trying to find you after hydra captured you, and when he does you’re so traumatized he has to reteach your whole life to you, and then help you trust him since you are pregnant with his kid

You get super weak carrying Steve’s baby due to the super serum and your not strong enough to handle how much it takes to keep the baby alive inside of you and Steve gets really scared

you two fall into a big lake after a mission, and Steve gets really scared so you hold him and calm him down while the team finds you guys

Chris Hemsworth

Y/n hears chris talking about how good of a wife she is backstage, he doesn’t know she’s there so she sneaks on and surprises him

surprising him with the pregnancy of your second child, which you’d been trying for for 5 months, after he had a stressful day

cast members film you guys having a sweet moment on set

teaching your son to surf as you watch from the shallow end, drawing little patterns on your growing baby bump with sand and feeling the slight panic whenever James almost loses his balance

Him standing up for you when someone comments that your outfit is too revealing

Thor

Y/n constantly rejects him, and he is hopelessly in love and one day she starts to realize her feelings for him and finally says yes, and she hears run off to go tell the other guys and she finds it a little funny that he was so excited to finally be with her

You don’t think you deserve Thor

You get super weak carrying Thor’s baby due to the fact that he is a god and your not strong enough to handle how much it takes to keep the baby alive inside of you and Thor gets really scared and constantly blames himself

You lifting Mjolnir with ease, shocking him and making his feelings for you even stronger

Loki

Loki is scared because he doesn’t really know how to be in a relationship, he’s only ever had a few one night stands here and there and he wants to love y/n right

Loki feeling the baby kick for the first time

“You just…you make me feel things that I’ve never felt and it scares me”

“I don’t deserve you”

Wanda

Paprikash scene but with y/n

Frantically trying to heal you with tears in her eyes

You carry your first child together and Wanda uses her magic to occasionally help relieve pain when it gets too bad, and massage sore muscles which makes you fall in love with her even more

The hulk

The hulk being gentle with you vs being all mean and hurtful with everyone else

him going through with the smart hulk thing and pretending like he didn’t recognize you at first, scaring you

“What if I accidentally hurt you? Y/n I’m not the same boyfriend as your last I might not be the man of your dreams that you think I am”

Black Widow

“I want to have kids with you”

saves you from the red room and falls in love with you instantly

You being the only person who can beat her during sparring which makes her fall in love with you

She notices you distancing yourself, because she started spending so much time with Barton that she started blowing off dates to hang out with him and forgets you have a rough past of getting cheated on, especially with girls cheating on you with guys, so of course your first thought is that you’re not enough for her and she needs him too and she does her very best to make you realize it’s the complete opposite as to what you think

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tokoyamisstuff · 2 years

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Masterlist: Loki x Reader

💀 = Angst and/or Adult Themes 🌸 = Fluff 💌 = Personal Favourite 🔥 = Smut 🎵 = Song Fic / Contains Lyrics ✅ = Finished Series ❌ = WIP/Hiatus

Each and every Work has it's own detailed Warnings listed.

Series

Burning Passion 💀!!! 🌸 🔥 💌 x Fem! Mutant! Reader ❌ Soulmate AU where the first word your Soulmate will ever say to you is tattooed somewhere on your skin.

A Bright Future 💀🌸 x Fem! Reader ✅ You are pregnant with Loki’s child. How will he react?

Dark Side of The Moon 💀 x Fem! Avengers! Reader❌ Dr. Strange teleports you into an alternate reality where Loki rules over earth. (18+)

A Thousand Years 💀🔥🌸 x Fem! Enhanced Bodyguard! Reader ❌ You’re blessed with the power of reincarnation and Loki is searching for you over and over again.

Scandal 💀 🌸 Jotun! Loki x Fem! Asgardian! Reader ❌ Loki doesn’t know about his Frost Giant heritage and casts you out when your child is born one of them.

Four Seasons 🌸 x GN! Journalist! Reader ❌ Describes daily scenarios at the Stark Tower, where you casually visit your boyfriend Loki. [Part 1]

Tender 💀 🌸 🔥 💌 x Mute! Reader An overly affectionate Y/N melts the heart of touch-starved Loki.

Oneshots

[Read here] 💀 🌸 Jotun! Loki x Dark Elf! Reader Jotun! Loki shows you his true form for the first time.

[Read here] 🔥 💌 x Fem! Avengers! Reader Loki catches his s/o masturbating (18+)

[Read here] 💀 🌸 x Fem! Avengers! Reader Insecure Loki thinks you’re embarassed of being his girlfriend.

[Read here] 💀 🌸 x Fem! Reader During the events of Thor 3, Loki disappoints you yet again. Will he be able to redeem himself?

First Kiss 💀 🌸 x Royal! Fem! Reader Loki tries to kiss you, but you reject him since you think he’s only playing with you.

Beast Inside 💀 🔥 💌 Jotun! Loki x Nymph! Reader Loki goes into heat and won’t stop until you’re pregnant with his child. (18+)

First Date 🌸 💌 x Fem! Barista! Reader A very awkward Loki tries to get you to like him while you’re on a double date with Steve and Bucky.

Afterlife 💀 x Fem! Reader Loki reacting so his s/o’s death.

Nocturnal 💀 🔥 🎵 Demon! Loki x Fem! Reader Demon! Loki is haunting the Reader. (18+)

Meant to Be 💀 🌸 x Fem! Light Elf! Reader Reader is promised to marry the God of Mischief.

Chilling 💀 🌸 Jotun! Loki x GN! Reader You want Loki to show you his Jotun form, but he refuses.

This Is New For Me 💀 🌸x Fem! Sorceress! Reader Loki doesn’t know how to approach you and cuts your hair off so you’ll notice him.

The Other 💀 🔥 🌸 x Fem! TVA! Reader Loki finds out about your past abusive relationship. (18+)

Dangerous Obsession 💀🔥Human! Loki x Fem! Nurse! Reader Loki is locked up in a mental hospital and soon loses himself in the infatuation with Nurse! Y/N. (18+)

Drabbles, HC’s, etc…

[Read here] 🌸x Fem! Reader HC’s of what would it be like to be Loki’s s/o

[Read here]💀 🌸 x Fem! Reader Loki comforting his s/o who feels let down by a friend.

[Read here] 🌸 x GN! Avengers! Reader A not-so-serious Loki x Reader story told through random incorrect quotes.

[Read here] 💀 🌸 with unspecified Gender Child! Reader Reader is Lokis child and fears rejection after coming out as trans.

[Read here] 🌸 x GN! Reader Fluff Alphabet with Loki.

Sweets and Snuggles 🌸 x Fem! Reader Loki comforts his s/o on her period.

Drive 🌸 x TVA! Reader Loki tries to get close to you, but you're wary of him.

Admiration 🌸 x Chubby! Fem! Reader Loki finds his crush in a delicate situation.

#Masterlist #Marvel #Loki Odinson #Loki x Reader

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polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup · 2 years

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Love your writing!! Do you have any Daredevil fic recs? Xx

Thank you! And yes I do!

First off, if you like Daredevil fics, you need to read basically anything by @deniigi, but specifically these series: Dumpster Fire Verse, Lighter Fluid Verse, the Inimitable Verse, and Into the Multiverse. it's a LOT of reading and all of it is utterly fantastic. the humor is great, the writing is immaculate, the plots are full of love and feeling, and they're some of the most unique and creative fics i've seen in fandom. the matts in each of those series are each distinct characters with their own personality, and all of the characterization is great. seriously, it's just fantastic. this author is also just amazing at portraying messy characters? the characters are flawed and so fucking funny and the author side steps a lot of the moral absolutism that fandom tends to root a lot of stories in. this author also tends to incorporate in a lot of comic stuff that's fun and kind of rarer to see. i'll be recommending a few specific works below, but seriously, everything's good.

MY FAVORITE DAREDEVIL FICS:

Matt-centric:

The Bride of Mole Man by Werelibrarian. Short, funny MattFoggy one-shot. Matt almost gets stuck marrying a comic book villain out of pity. it's cute and hilarious.

None So Blind by prettybirdy979. It deals with disability and ableism well, and it's just a fun read. Features the Avengers.

Matt Murdock vs. the Media by JeannetteRankin. short, fluffy humor piece, funny and cute.

Action Figures Sold Separately by lembas7. It hasn't been updated in a hot minute, so be forewarned, but very original and well-executed idea. Steve Rogers fucks off and escapes SHIELD before fury can corner him in times square, finds Matt Murdock instead.

kisses so bitter by deniigi. oneshot, part of the Inimitable Series, but can be read as stand-alone. old married guys domestic MattFoggy. In the comics, Foggy gets cancer, and it's touching on that plot line a bit. i LOVE MattFoggy but i'm a little bit picky about its execution (mostly because i think that foggy nelson tends to be misunderstood as a character by fandom, and that usually seeps into the MattFoggy content). This is honestly such a great portrayal of their relationship, and i love it so much.

Tape by deniigi. Part of the Lighter Fluid Series. The Murdock clan throughout the years, as relayed by Fogwell.

Ensemble featuring Matt:

the Staying Close to the Ground series by iustuscadens, specifically Weekends Are for Breaking Promises and Getting Way in Over Your Head and Observational Skills. More Spider-Man centric, but such a great matt peter mentorship. very solid plot, characterization is great, and it handles conflict between characters VERY WELL without like, assassinating any one character. i also just absolutely love Ned and MJ in this. they are very much characters in their own right and they're treated with a lot of respect by the narrative.

You will still be here tomorrow, but your dreams may not by @tupacaze. God-tier fic. Matt doesn't show up until the second act, but he's got some fantastic characterization and it's incredibly well written. all of the characters are complex, in character, and it also deals with conflict between them so well. absolutely in love with this one.

in technicolor by deniigi. it's so funny. Ensemble vigilante cast, as shown through the eyes of Brett Mahoney. Hilarious and still has some very serious discussions. it was the first thing i ever read by this author and one of my favorites.

The Teenage Vigilante's Guide to Saving New York (And Making Friends Along the Way) by candlesneedflame. Ensemble cast, spider-man centric but Matt is very much a main character. ensemble vigilante cast. recognizes how sluttiness is an integral part of matt's character.

chicory coffee by deniigi. Part of the Into the Multiverse Series, and one of my favorites. I don't know if you've got much knowledge of the Spider-Gwen universe, but Matt Murdock (Matt Murderdock) is Kingpin in it, and this universe has pretty much my favorite Murderdock I've ever seen.

Sidebars by deniigi. Part of Inimitable Series. Features MattFoggy wedding, extremely funny and great characters.

can't always fly by deniigi. part of the Dumpster Fire series. admittedly more peter-centric, but i think that it really nails matt's character in ways that a lot of people miss. i'm fond of it.

who do you pray for by deniigi. it's so fucking funny. i've read it so many times. clint barton, on the prowl to get with daredevil. love it.

where from here by deniigi. my FAVORITE use of mike murdock i've ever read. Team Red ensemble fic. sort of fic you read and re read.

#fic recommendations #daredevil #matt murdock #asks

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Hi, me again! Can you please make a one-shot about Nozel's thoughts about looking for his sister who is fighting Megicula until the part where he and Noelle finally defeat Megicula? Thank you! :))

Hiya,

Ah, more Silva angst, and filling in gaps that canon left. Which is the very purpose of fanfic XD You're very welcome dear

Characters: Nozel Silva & Noelle Silva Genre: general/angst Fanfic type: oneshot Length: ~0.6k Warnings: references to Acier's death, mentions of war, angsty mood

The guard demons had been left behind, and the Spade castle was up ahead. The ground was covered with frost and snow; the air heavy with the mana that seeped through the ground, the cracks of the seal to the world below. But what Nozel felt the most, was the creeping sense of dread. The worry, laced with ice that had collected around his train of thought back in Clover.

It was so strange, that he didn’t know what to think. There was the role that he was supposed to fulfil. In fact, he had many roles to fulfil. He was a captain, and thus he had the role of being a strong, capable mage who’d do his part in keeping Clover safe, along with saving two fellow captains.

He was a Silva, and thus he had a role in avenging his mother by battling against the culprit, who had brought such travesty to his family; who had killed his mother. He had a role in bringing his mother’s soul peace, in the afterlife.

But he was also a brother. And… though his methods had been wrong, the goal was still the same; to keep his siblings safe. Especially the youngest, the one who was there, at that battle as well.

Why is she here…? Yes, she is strong, and yes she wishes to avenge our mom the same but… it was never her battle. He thought to himself while flying forward as the demonic mana grew stronger with each second, along with another.

She really does take after mom too… So, she wouldn’t agree to stay back, even if told so. But it’s still not her responsibility! It is mine! Because I am the oldest. I should be the one to keep her safe, keep all of us safe. I should be the one to go up against Megicula.

I should be the one…

There was another source of mana, one that flowed, roared like the wrath of an ocean. And he knew that mana. There was only one person it could belong to.

If someone is going to bear the price of failing to protect our family, it should be me. Not my sister.

There was a source of malicious mana, one that he could remember so well, even if the memory was from over a decade ago. The memory, the foul stench of that demonic mana would never leave his mind; he’d never forget it, for as long as he lived. Because that demon had taken so, so much from all of them.

Not my sister…

The swirling of the mana, like a vortex, ready to gulf ships into the depths of the oceans, was quieting down; because even an ocean grows tired.

But there was another kind of storm, a raging tide of all the grief, mixed with hatred, that he had harboured for all these years. The grief that had so desperately wanted to shield the family he had left, was boiling over.

“Not my sister…” he uttered to himself, under his breath, barely recognizing it, as he stood on the darkened sky, held up by his mana, and his mana alone. Like a forgotten god, cast down from the heavens, ready to push down the weight that pulled him to the ground once upon a time.

Though he didn’t feel like one. And he didn’t care to feel like one.

All that existed was the fury against the demon, from the depths of the underworld, that was trying to rob him of a family member yet again.

But not this time.

Not this time.

Not ever again.

#nozel silva #black clover fanfiction #black clover oneshots

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Stucky Bingo Round-Up #10 (November 20th - December 3rd)

Don’t forget to fill out the submission form to be a part of the round-ups and to get your bingo badges!

because all of these coincidences will point to you. by freedvmrouge Square filled: N2 - AU: Ghosts Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: Major character death, Winter Soldier Trauma Umbrella, Possession Major tags: Canon Divergence - Captain America: The First Avenger, Ghost Steve Rogers, Protective Steve Rogers, Memory Loss, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes Summary: Steve never gets the serum and dies the winter Bucky left for war. He dies alone, struggling to breathe, and with Bucky’s name on his lips. Now a ghost, he wanders. Until he finds someone dressed in all black he decides to follow and protect. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

You, Me & Ancestry by AngelicalSlayer Square filled: O3 - Family Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Stucky, Ancestrykits, Fluff, family, Summary: Steve buys an ancestry test kit and hijinks ensue. Featuring leprechaun jokes, bad accents, and a new family connection. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

Casting Bread Upon the Waters by PoliZ Square filled: I1 - 1930's Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply, mourning Major tags: Pre-War, Domestic Fluff, Baking, Getting Together, 1930's Summary: Steve comes home after visiting his mother’s grave to find Bucky has gone out of his way to warm Steve’s heart. Format: Short oneshot (300 - 1000 words)

It's tradition by dharmashark Square filled: I5 - Kid fic Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Thanksgiving, Cooking, Family, Jewish Bucky Barnes Summary: New family and an old recipe. Format: Drabble (exactly 100 words)

a night at the bar by zzthe69th Square filled: I1 - Kink: Wall sex Ao3 rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply, Daddy/boy dynamic (no age play), face slapping, impact play Major tags: AU Modern No Powers, Trans Male Bucky, Trans Male Steve, Public Sex Summary: It’s Daddy’s night at the local leather bar and James was supposed to be a good boy and stay home to let Daddy play. Format: Long oneshot (over 5000 words)

How About Love? - Chapter 3 by cable-knit-sweater Square filled: O1 - First Date Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: AU: Flower shop, Shrunkyclunks, First Date, Picnic, First Kiss Summary: Steve and Bucky finally go on a date. It’s awkward and they’re both a little nervous…until they aren’t. Format: Part of a multichapter fic

Surprise from Above by Rufferto Square filled: N3 - Freespace Ao3 rating: Mature Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: knife, Summary: Steve is looking for Bucky who had run off after an encounter, hence his shirt half off. Bucky has gone a bit feral and Steve has to talk down his boyfriend. Format: Art

I Love Watching You (With Other Men) by Hanitrash Square filled: Adopted square Nov - "Open Wide" Ao3 rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Possessive Bucky, Voyeurism, Free Use Hole, Restraints, Sex Worker Steve Rogers, Bottom Steve Rogers, Pre-War Stucky Summary: During the heat wave of 1936, Bucky discovers a secret that Steve has been keeping from him. He also discovers a few things about himself in the process. In the future, they find new ways to recreate the past. Format: Part of a multichapter fic

Milking and Cookies by BBD2BH Square filled: B5 - Kink: Prostate Milking Ao3 rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Modern AU, Domestic Fluff, Prostate Milking, Floor Sex, Established Relationship Summary: If Steve wanted to bake instead of being seduced, he shouldn’t have such a perky little ass that looks amazing beneath an apron. At least, that’s Bucky’s philosophy. While Steve prepares the cookies, Bucky decides milking is in order. It seems like a perfect way to spend a cold night. Together. Naked. Happy. Format: Short oneshot (300 - 1000 words)

I Held You in Gloved Hands (And I'm Not Letting Go) (Chapter 4) by Volitscope Square filled: N3 - Free Ao3 rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Childhood friends, fluff, happy ending, eventual smut, Summary: Bucky Barnes jumps at the chance to take a job opportunity hours from home. He's expecting a fresh start and a decent salary jump. He's not expecting to run into his childhood best friend, Steve Rogers, on his first day. The years since they last talked have been hard ones for both of them, but falling back into their friendship is shockingly easy. Despite their time apart, December in this small town might bring them closer than ever. (Or, a holiday romcom in which Bucky reads to children, Steve teaches art, new friendships are made, difficult conversations are had, cookies are baked, way too much coffee is consumed, home is found in surprising places and, eventually, feelings are confessed.) Format: Part of a multichapter fic

there's romance in a coffee shop... by howdoyousleep3 Square filled: N5 - AU: Coffee Shop Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: coffee shop, meetcute Summary: There's romance in blending in, in spending time with yourself, in— ""Hi, I'm so sorry to bother you, but...well there's nowhere else to sit and I was wondering if I could share this table with you...?"" Format: moodboard and short oneshot

Start Over by Kinko Square filled: B1 - Inside Jokes Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply, watermelon Major tags: Fluff, Marriage Proposal, Anniversary, Arguing, Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier Summary: Steve and Bucky can't agree on when their anniversary is. Fortunately, Steve has a solution. Format: Short oneshot (300 - 1000 words)

#stucky bingo #stucky bingo round 4 #round up 10 #weekly round up #don't forget to fill out the submission form

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themoonyjupiter · 2 years

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Rules, fandoms and requests

Hi! This is a list of what fandoms and characters I am willing to write for, the rules I have for my blog, and how to submit a request. Please read to the end to find out all you need to know!

Fandoms:

-Marvel

Natasha Romanoff - platonic + romantic

Bruce Banner - platonic

Steve Rogers - platonic

Tony Stark - platonic

Thor Odinson - platonic

Clint Barton - platonic

Bucky Barnes - platonic + romantic

Sam Wilson - platonic

Wanda Maximoff - platonic + romantic

Pietro Maximoff - platonic + maybe romantic

Loki Laufeyson - platonic + slightly romantic

Peter Parker - platonic + little romantic

Yelena Belova - platonic + romantic

Kate Bishop - platonic + romantic

Stucky - platonic + romantic

Wandanat - platonic + romantic

All avengers together - platonic

If there's any other marvel characters you want me to do, just ask, I don't bite :)

-Stranger Things

Mike Wheeler - platonic + maybe romantic

Will Byers - platonic + maybe romantic

Dustin Henderson - platonic + maybe romantic

Lucas Sinclair - platonic + maybe romantic

Eleven Hopper - platonic + slight romance

Max Mayfield - platonic + romantic

Nancy Wheeler - platonic + romantic

Robin Buckley - platonic + romantic

Steve Harrington - platonic + romantic

Eddie Munson - platonic + romantic

Jim Hopper - platonic

Joyce Byers - platonic

Same thing as marvel, just ask if you want someone else and I'll see what I can do :)

-Harry Potter

Harry Potter - platonic + romantic

Hermione Granger - platonic + romantic

Ron Weasley platonic + romantic

Ginny Weasley - platonic + romantic

Fred Weasley - platonic

George Weasley - platonic

Weasley family - platonic

Basically all other characters

-Twilight

Cullen family (all together) - platonic

Cullen family (each separately) - platonic + romantic

Bella swan - platonic + romantic

-Celebrities (mainly the cast for marvel/stranger things but it depends)

Marvel cast - platonic

Stranger things cast - platonic

Need ideas for:

Holland!sister/sibling reader

Marvel cast X teen reader

-Bondi Rescue

I think this one pretty much speaks for itself, but here are some ideas:

Bondi lifeguards X lifeguard reader

Bondi lifeguards X teen/child reader, hurt or drowning?

Bondi lifeguards X reader (not a lifeguard) saves drowning person

Just some ideas 🤷

Rules/notes:

-I have the right to politely turn down a request if I am uncomfortable with writing it

-I am currently not writing smut or NSFW content

-No homophobia, racism, ableism, shaming or general unkindness to myself or others will be tolerated on this blog

-I'm always here if you need help or someone to talk to, so don't be afraid to reach out :)

You get the idea. If there's any general thing I've missed, feel free to message me. :)

Requests:

On my page there is a section labelled QUESTIONS/REQUESTS. You can (as it suggests) ask a question or submit a request there. Or, you can just message me, but make sure to specify what you are asking.

Requesting notes:

I mainly write x reader fics so bear that in mind

When requesting a story please specify what you want. Whether it's the gender of the reader (I write for all genders and identities), the genre of the fic- just ask

Specify whether you want a oneshot or headcannon

I will write for disability awareness and stuff so please specify

I'm more comfortable writing platonic fics, but I might write romance ever so often

I also prefer to write for readers that aren't adults, but again, I might make exceptions ever so often

Please be kind :')

Right, I think that's all I want to say! Thanks for reading!

See ya later alligator

Jupiter xx

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ao3feed-stony · 1 year

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Feels Like You Don't Love Me Anymore

by GayRainbowBridge

Loki casts a spell on Tony that causes him to feel any and every emotion that his boyfriend, Steve Rogers, feels. At first, it wasn't much of a problem so Tony saw no reason to tell anyone but things become complicated when Steve's best friend from the past shows up and Steve's feelings aren't as, well, friendly as Tony thought they would be.

Words: 1307, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Series: Part 9 of Stuckony Stories/Oneshots

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes, Loki (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel)

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Established Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Eventual Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Adorable Tony Stark, Steve Rogers Feels, Protective Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Bucky Barnes is So Done, Mostly With Steve Rogers Obliviousness, Magic, Spells & Enchantments, Curses, Fluff and Humor, Angst and Feels, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/43028730

#stony #steve rogers #tony stark #iron man #captain america #fan fiction #ao3 stony feed #stony fan

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stony-ao3-feed · 1 year

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Feels Like You Don't Love Me Anymore

Read it on AO3

by GayRainbowBridge

Words: 1307, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Series: Part 9 of Stuckony Stories/Oneshots

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes, Loki (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel)

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Read it on AO3

#stony #fanfiction #ao3feed #superhusbands #stevetony

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random-imagines-blog · 2 years

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Calling All Heroes {Avengers Cast x Male!Reader One Shot}

Requested by: @gameloversblog Wordcount: 2280 Summary: You’re the newest addition, playing a male clone of Black Widow, to the MCU. After getting to know you better, some of the other cast members are interested to see your earlier work.

It was your first time actually on screen. You had been a part of quite a few big projects but only as a voice actor. Now here you were, part of the MCU, and playing the part of a male clone of Black Widow herself. The plot was a little out there, but you hoped with a little movie magic, it would all work out. But better than the recognition, better than all of the money, even better than seeing your image on a movie poster for the first time was the fact that you got to work with an amazing team of people, all of whom you formed quick friendships with. You were one of the younger in the group, just a few months shy of Tom Holland, but you fit in quite well. You were living the life. Living the dream. Being on a press release tour with all of them was the most fun that you could have ever asked for.

Even if travelling wasn’t the most fun.

It wasn’t all glamorous like they made it seem. Red-eye over night flights from continent to continent. New names and faces to remember everywhere that you went. Make up people constantly covering up your dark circles. Smile, smile, smile!

There was even a short span of time when you got sick, which everyone assured you happens to each of them over time. The jetset life. More like the jet-lag life. The last place that you had been in - was it Australia? You thought you saw the Opera House from the airplane window but that could have been a few hours ago or a few days ago, this groggy fever feeling was making you lose track. Maybe you had been in New Zealand? God, you didn’t even know. All you did know is that when you started to feel ill there in a hotel room, Scarlett had come over from the next room over with some medicine from a nearby pharmacy.

“There’s a doctor we can call that the hotel recommended,” She said from the bathroom of your room, where she was pouring the medicine carefully into a cup. “If you really don’t feel well.”

You barely felt alive at this point. You were laying in bed, the covers all wadded up at the end of it from you kicking them off in your restlessness. Hot and then cold, and then hot, and then cold again. You were currently feeling really warm. You kept sweeping the back of your hand against your forehead to feel if there was sweat, and unfortunately there was.

This was hardly how you wanted the very famous, very beautiful, very wonderful Scarlett Johansson to see you. But she kept coming and bringing you stuff, even though you had refused her three times. Very stubborn, this girl.

“I’m okay,” You feigned. “I just need a bit more rest and then I’ll be -” You breathed out slowly. The heat was getting to you. “-okie dokie for the interview.”

“Oh, they already postponed your part. Jeremy is coming to do it with me,” She said, walking into the room, the little cup in one hand and a folded black washcloth, moist with cool water in the other. “You need more than a bit more rest, y/n.”

“Okay mom,” You said, not even meaning to let the last word slip out. Oh god. Oh no. Oh heavy, heavy no. “I mean - Scarlett. Uhh - I have a fever. Just ignore everything I’m saying. I’m ... clearly hallucinating. Mom is uhh - over there,” You waved in a random direction half-heartedly. She just looked at you, eyebrow raised. A very Black Widow cool expression on her face. And then she kept on coming closer, setting everything down on the bedside table, the cloth dripping onto the floor.

She adjusted the pillows behind you. Helped you to sit up a little. She still had that expression that you could not read. Even after working closely with her for so long, you just couldn’t break through. Like ice. She handed you the medicine cup and you took it. Man, this was feeling even more like you were under the scrutinizing gaze of your mother. The taste was awful, she had chosen Buckley’s or something, but you managed to swallow it all. She then put the washcloth on your forehead, which instantly made you feel a look cooler, at least enough to relax.

“I don’t mind you calling me that,” She laughed, wiping a couple of the dribbles of water from your cheek. “After all, you’re sort of a mini me, right?”

“Perfect casting,” You laughed, though it brought out a couple of coughs from you, which you so kindly pointed away from her.

She checked on you after the interview, though you were sleeping. Left you a little note and another cup of medicine, the correct dose, beside the bed, along with a bottle of orange juice and the phone for room service. Okay, she was almost going above the mom role. You appreciated her more than she could ever imagine.

“Wait - how did we not know about this?” Chris Hemsworth asked after the interview on Jimmy Fallon went out. “You were a voice actor?”

“Did no one check their IMDB when y/n was announced?” Scarlett asked, putting her arm around your shoulders.

“I did - I just didn’t recognize anything,” Chris Evans stated with a sheepish grin. “I don’t have much time to watch stuff, especially not-”

“Cartoons?” You asked. He nodded and then laughed. “It’s alright if it’s not your thing. It was a really great project to work on. The last season is coming out soon on Netflix.”

“We’re watching it,” Robert Downey Jr stated in a very Tony Stark type way. Like he could make it happen just by saying it. “How many seasons are there?”

“The fourth should be coming out in a few days,” You said, blushing a little at all of the attention.

“Time to catch up,” Hemsworth grinned. “We should all do it together! Hear the vocal stylings of Y/N!”

“Okay, Thor,” I said, giving him a nudge. Sometimes he really did take the character seriously and would burst out speaking like him. Sometimes it was funny. Right now it was just a bit embarassing. “I don’t even know if it’s anything that you would be interested in.”

“It’s got you, we’re interested,” Scarlett insisted. “My room tonight, all of us?”

It had turned into a routine during the last couple of nights of the press tour throughout the United States. And then you could all go home. You were looking forward to your own bed. Hotels had been fun at first but after a while, they all look the same. Even the views are the same, unless you get one with a view of some landmark or something. But most cities were the same, really. But you were going to miss the nights with your colleagues, your friends.

That first night, you got take out on the way back to the hotel rather than go out for food. You all took up places in Scarlett’s room, you between her and Chris Evans, as they started up your show. You weren’t even the main character in it, but one of the secondary ones. Still, your voice was recognizable. As soon as it was heard coming out of your character’s mouth, they all turned and pointed at you.

“That’s you!” Hemsworth said, excited.

“It’s not that big a deal guys,” I laughed. “It’s just my voice without my face. Like acting except you can’t see me.”

“Still though, it’s pretty cool,” Chris Evans said. Robert threw a dumpling at him and told him to shut up, you were talking. You chuckled and watched your character on the TV. It was still a bit surreal to you that what was a hobby of yours growing up - putting on voices and the like - was now your career. And you were making big bucks for it.

You more so watched the reactions of your friends over the next couple of nights rather than your character. You had watched it all before, in post. You went through most of the first season that night.

After each interview, when you were finally off the clock, you all piled back into someone’s room. Chris Evan’s was the messiest so you skipped his, but the rest - it was like a dinner party with the show on in the background. You never had so much fun listening to your own voice.

And you were able to use it as leverage. Anytime that one of them started to annoy you, you’d threaten to ruin the next episode and they would immediately straighten up. You heard them talking about it with osme of the crew of the interview shows. Recommending it, like they genuinely liked it. Made you feel like a giddy kid being praised by his parents each time.

The anticipation was growing. The new season was on. You were starting it tonight. And you knew what was going to happen. It was a real nail biter. Hemsworth had pestered you for details, wanting to know what was going to happen so he can pretend to call it, make a bet with Evans. You just laughed and told him that he had to wait and see like everybody else. He wasn’t going to like what was going to happen. You weren’t looking forward to watching the smiles wipe off their faces but you did want to see the genuine reaction.

You were in your room tonight. Scarlett’s manager had gotten her a bunch of some fancy face mask cream and you were all wearing it, even convincing Robert to slather it on his face. To smooth out wrinkles, tighten up the skin and make it silky soft or something along those lines. You were game. You were stretched out on your bed, Downey beside you drinking some sort of soda, and Scarlett on your other side, laying the other way, on her stomach, head closer to the TV.

“No!” Scarlett groaned.

“WHAT?” Hemsworth said from the desk chair.

“You didn’t!” Evans said from the floor where he was sitting cross legged.

“He did,” You nodded, solemly.

On the screen, your character had just died to save the main character. Best friend til the end. No silly romantic subplot, thank god, even you were finding those to be a cliche. It was pretty well done, actually. You remembered tearing up when had finished recording it. You had really enjoyed the character. And you were sad to be leaving it.

“You shit,” Scarlet said, picking up the pillow that she had been leaning her chest against and hit you with it.

“What did I do?” You asked, trying to grab it before she could pick it up again.

“You could have warned us. Oh God - now I’m crying!” She jumped up from the bed and ran towards the bathroom. “Now I’ve got this - shit in my eye!” She complained.

There was a loud sound of sniffles from the desk chair. You turned your head to see that Hemsworth was wiping the mask off with his t-shirt while also wiping away some tears. With an incredulous look, you turned next to you to see that Robert had his hand covering his eyes. And down below - you could see Chris Evan’s shoulders shaking.

“Are you all crying?” You asked, jaw dropping. “Really?”

“Shut up,” Robert said, rolling off of the bed to go and join Scarlett in the bathroom to wipe all of the mask off of his face.

“I didn’t know that was coming,” Chris Evans said from the ground. “Goddamnit. They need to put on the package that you shouldn’t cry with this on your face!”

He got up too, and you watched as three of the biggest stars in the world, three of the goddamn Avengers, were in your bathroom, in your hotel room, washing some expensive face mask off of their face and revealing puffy and red eyes, still crying. You were in disbelief.

“Uhh -” You looked towards Hemsworth, the only other one in the room. He had gotten most of it off and onto his sleeve. Just little bits of the white stuck to the sides of his face. “Are you alright there?”

“Other than my heart being totally smashed to pieces? I’m fine,” He said. It sounded like he was sobbing.

Once everyone calmed down, they all returned to their positions, slowly. “Umm - we don’t have to-” You started.

“Oh god, don’t talk,” Robert groaned. “You’re just going to remind me that you’re dead.”

“I’m not dead, I’m right here-”

“AHHHHHH,” Robert said, and took his pillow and hit it against you. Scarlett joined back in and you tried to make yourself small against all of the assaults.

“I didn’t think you’d actually get attached!” You tried to defend yourself, attempted to grab one of the pillows away from him.

“Neither did I!” Chris Evans said, getting in on the action, taking off his sweater and used that to try to whip you with it.

“Hemsworth, help!” You cried out, your arms covering your face now. It was hopeless to try to grab at anything. They could go into professional pillow wrestling if they wanted to.

“Nope, not after you just wrenched my heart out,” Chris Hemsworth said. His only mercy was not joining in, but he went back to snacking on chips while the others attacked you on the bed.

You’d end up bruised, but at least it was a funny story to tell on the last interview show of the press docket.

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