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rogueddie · 8 months

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Eddie slams his pile of books down on the counter, grinning at how hard Steve startles.

"Jesus, fuck," Steve holds a hand to his chest, glaring. "Man, come on, I'm too young to die of a heart attack."

"Are you sure about that?" Eddie reaches over, to tug at his hair- Steve bats his hand away before he can get near. "What are you now, seventy?"

"I'll have you know that the silver only adds to my charm."

"Sure, keep telling yourself that." He pats the pile of books. "I need to check all of these out."

"You know the limit."

"Please? Pretty please? I'll never insult you for going grey early ever again! Promise!"

"You've made that promise before," Steve grumbles, but starts to check the books out anyway. "What's all of this for anyway? New campaign or something?"

"Nah. Robin mentioned something about the cold war and nuclear shit. Got me curious."

Steve pointedly looks at the books, snorting. "Curious."

"What, you've never wanted to learn some new thing or something?"

"Not this much."

"What about all those sports you played?"

"That was more to do with my parents than me actually wanting to do it."

Eddies eyes narrow because... yeah. Outside of his old King Steve days, Eddie doesn't think Steve has ever wanted something. Not even for his birthday, or Christmas.

All he asks is for them to come to his and Robins flat. All he seems to want is confirmation that they're ok and alive.

"You always say you want kids though, right?"

"I mean, kind of. Though, I'm starting to think the brats we babysat might be more than enough for me."

"Chocolate?"

"Oh no..."

"What?"

"You're planning something, aren't you?"

"No! No, no, no... but there has to be something, right?"

"Something?"

"That you really want."

"There's nothing I need."

"That's not what I'm asking."

"That's all the answer you're getting." Steve shoves the pile of books towards him. "Get lost, I'm supposed to be working."

"Ugh, fine, you're no fun."

But he can't stop thinking about it. He ends up returning the pile of books, despite the fact that he barely read one page. When he tries to use it to question Steve, he dodges the question again.

He very quickly gives up, deciding to pester Robin until she tells him. That takes three weeks of constant, daily efforts. And, in the end, the answer is obvious.

Steve just wants to spend more time with people he cares about.

It's not easy to gather anyone in the party, given that there's no holiday or significant occasion- he manages it, though. All the kids, now young adults, organize transportation. Nancy and Jonathan, over the phone, help Eddie and Robin plan out where everyone will sleep with their small apartments.

The effort, and pain of organizing it all, is worth it for the look on Steves face when he comes home to find them all waiting for him.

When Dustin almost knocks him over with how harm he hugs him, for a second, Eddie is worried that he's going to start crying. But he holds it together, greets them all with so much enthusiasm...

"I forgot that he used to be like this," Robin comments, late into the night. They're sat a little away from the group, watching them argue over their games. "The kids mean a lot to him."

"He means a lot to them."

"I know. I think he forgets though, so... thank you."

Steve doesn't corner him until they've got the kids asleep- half of them going with Nancy, Jonathan and Argyle to Eddies appartment, the rest of them fighting over the little space in Steve and Robins.

"You could've got me chocolate," Steve says, nudging him.

"This is what you really wanted though, isn't it? That was the whole point, big boy."

"Right. Sorry, it... I wanted to say thank you. I know this must have taken a lot to organize and-"

"Steve. You don't need to thank me. Besides, I could never have done this on my own."

"Still... thank you." Steve is quiet for a moment, looking out to the busy city street. "What do you want?"

"This."

"No, what do you really want?"

"Yeah, this. Everyones together, having so much fun. We're gonna do a one-shot when you go to work tomorrow. And, uh... you're happy. I don't need anything more than that."

"Right," Steve clears his throat. He shuffles a little closer, so their sides are almost flush together, tentatively reaching out to hold Eddies hand. "You don't need anything else. What about what you want?"

"You know what I want."

"I want you to say it."

Steve leans over, bumping their shoulders together when he hesitates. He smiles, reassuring, and gives Eddies hand a squeeze.

"What do you want, Eddie?"

"You. I- I want you."

It's terrifying to admit, a horrifying leap... but the smile Steve gives him, so soft and happy, is more than worth it.

"As you wish."

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fic #ficlet #flufffic

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ervndxz · 2 years

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୨୧ ꒰ how your lover treats you

☆ mondstadt only ☆ chrs ;; venti, bennett, albedo,

** fluff. **

venti would take you out to fancy restaurants and hang out with you on the tavern balcony, making you stargaze with him at night, then as dawn strikes he'd tease you for being such a bedhead. you'd make him meals while on break. for your birthday, venti would gather all of your friends and colleagues and host a meetup, similar to the wb fest.

bennett wouldn't visit you often out of fear, but when he did you'd make sure he's well. you'd kind of be his caretaker, helping him on missions and making sure he has a hearty meal before bed. he'd give you nighttime kisses which would set you dozed. for your birthday, bennett would arrange a self-made dinner party, which may or may not have poisoned you, yet you loved him nonetheless for his thought of making you happy and gave him a calming hug.

albedo would paint with you and protect you from the cold, jumping at you from behind every time he saw you zoning out. on saturdays, he'd take you to see klee, addressing you as 'sister' when near her yet it made you chuckle. however albedo frequently would use you as a 'subject' and test experiment. on your birthday, albedo would paint you murals for your home to feel livelier than ever.

NEXT UP ! : public 'shenanigans' with liyue gals

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larryfanfiction · 2 years

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The Greatest Thing by infinitelymint @infinitelymint

Length: 163k

“What’s that on your finger?” Louis asks, his voice higher than usual, slightly panicked as though he’s realised something that Harry hasn’t even begun to comprehend. Harry looks down on his right hand then, sees nothing and moves on to the left, and— Oh. A ring. Or, Harry and Louis haven’t spoken since the band broke up when a dangerous combination of Niall Horan, tequila, and an ordained Elvis impersonator means that the two of them have to embark on their biggest publicity stunt to date - together. (aka the semi-canon accidentally married in Vegas fic that has been seven years in the making)

Ao3, Chaptered, Completed, Must Read

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violetvelourr · 1 year

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First kiss 🤭

#kakashi fanart #kakashi without mask #kakashi’s face #unmask kakashi #kakashi x oc #kakashi #kakashi romance #naruto #first kiss #flufffic

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d0enti · 13 days

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Hazbin—“All you need is love.”

➵Summary:Morning coffe with them

➵Warning:mention of cannibalism in Rosie part

➵A/N: day 6 of fluffpril if you want you can cheek the masterlist here

⎯ 〈Vaggie〉

Vaggie is high on coffee trust me, literally nobody and I mean nobody can get her coffee away from her,since she's working in the hotel and doesn't want something bad to happen to it and her friends,even when Vaggie was in heaven she was a bit high on coffee, so drinking coffe with Vaggie is pretty much a day to day basic

"hm? Baby what are you doing up?"

"couldn't sleep"

"hm is that so want me to go and cuddle you?"

"no there's no need, could I just join you in work? Maybe even drink coffee with you"

"sure I don't mind, I go make one for you"

⎯ 〈Rosie〉

Rosie prefers tea and that's a fact though she drinks coffee once in a while, if you prefer coffee she will gladly make you one you enjoy you coffee and she enjoys her teeth tea, but she will drink it if there's an old friend around that she hasn't seen in a while, Alastor but anyway Rosie will be awake decently ealry around 7 am or 8 am depends really, I mean what's better then some teeth tea,coffe and some fingers and something else if you not an cannibal

"oh dear you're awake I got our breakfast ready!"

"you did? Thank you Rosie"

"of course I also made sure to get some non cannibal food just for you"

"aww thank you so much"

⎯ 〈Alastor〉!can be seen romantically!

Alastor is well how should I say this? Alastor is a classy drinker, so with that said he doesn't like tea and likes black coffee through he does know how to make one,just incase now let's just say you like coffee but don't know how to make it or you clumsy he will gladly do it for you or help you learn if you do it correctly he will pat you head

"hm? Ah good morning darling is there anything I can do for you?"

"hey Alastor it's just I wanted to make some coffee but well...I messed up...?"

"is that so then I can make it for you or do it with you"

⎯ 〈Vox〉

People get drunk on alcohol but Vox, that dude gets drunk on coffee there can't be a day where he doesn't drink coffee that is just impossible in his book, quite literally so yeah(just imagine him screaming like a little girl because you ran out of coffee) honestly you and the vees are probably tired of him, Valentino even makes a joke how Vox learned that from him.

"[Y/N] do you know where our coffee is!?"

"it should be on the counter"

"obviously it should but it's not"

"well then Valentino took it"

"VALENTINO YOU WRECKING WH-"

#➵{🥳}•events-ღ #➵{🪷}•Flufffic-ღ #hazbin hotel fanfiction #Hazbin hotel #Vaggie #Rosie #Alastor #Vox #vaggie x reader #rosie x reader #alastor x reader #vox x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin vaggie #hazbin rosie #hazbin alastor #hazbin vox #x reader

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gumunderthetablee · 1 month

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Hey u guys!! I’ve been really inactive on here and I’m sry abt thaatt BUT !!! IVE GOT AN ADVERTISEMENT!!

Live been writing this rarepair fic recently. And I’d love if more people would give it a read!!

Is basically a slowburn flufffic between Clover and blueberry. I haven’t seen ANY media for this pair sooo I’m making my own lol!!!

#object show community #ii blueberry #iii #ii #fanfic #clover x blueberry #ii clover #blueberry inanimate insanity #clover inanimate insanity #inanimate insanity

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hiemalstar · 1 year

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niragi x reader - same thing, different font: disgusting kinks?

introduction

oh boy, this one is going to piss people off. hello tumblr, im back again to rant about alice in borderland; however, this time, it has to do with the fandom itself. niragi x readers. lets talk about it. DISCLAIMER 1. i am aware that it is called fanfiction for a reason. this is just my opinion, and my personal views on the niragi fanfiction community. 2. todays post contains topics that may cause discomfort such as rape. now that youve read the disclaimer, lets begin.

fanfiction - what are the stereotypes?

if youve read the title, you can see this will be discussing some stereotypes. now, like i said in the disclaimer, i am aware that fanfiction can be anything, and i have nothing against those who write it; i write fanfiction too! its fun to do so. though, when it comes to niragi x readers, or any niragi fic in general, there is absolutely no fucking differences. same thing, different font. to be more specific, the same reoccurring smutfic keeps coming up. niragi is at the beach, female y/n walks in, niragi fucks around w her, he rapes her and y/n gets off on it. oh my gods i gagged a little writing that last part.

though, the rape is not what this section is about. that will tie in later, so keep it in mind. the stereotype is a pretty average thing to find; if you try to find a flufffic of niragi, you will find likely nothing. if you look for a niragi x m!reader fic, you will probably find at most three to four posts. the same thing. the stereotype of niragi fanfics encourages the stereotype of niragi himself and his characters image. because most of these writers try to make it as accurate as possible to the media, it usually comes across as “aggressive bitch edges girl and she likes it”. what a headline guys!

now if youve been on my page before, you already know i have a strong opinion on niragi and i think hes a pretty complex character that people dont pay attention to enough. with a stereotyped fanfic around a stereotyped character with a controversial fanbase you end up with something like this. though, at one point, i started to notice that people writing these fanfics were not writing this out of the intentions of something i would have, like enjoying his character outside of stereotypes. no honey, i was wrong.

rape “kink” ; the ongoing interest in niragi fanfics

trigger warning this section is absolutely fucking vile and disgusting. scroll away if you find yourself disturbed with this topic.

heres where the rape ties in. the majority of these writers were NOT into niragis character because they see beyond his stereotypes, but because of his actions and stereotypes.thats right guys! this majority of writers im talking about are into rape. thats right! rape! the thing that traumatizes and even kills people!! i even saw some creators of niragi fanfics containing rape post or note on their work that “if you dont have a rape kink, what are you even doing looking at niragi smut??” i am not a rape victim, but i am an sa victim. you do NOT want to be raped or sa'd. it is not erotic at all. it ruins you and has long term effects on your relationships and self. please, if you are someone claiming to have a ‘rape kink’, i am begging you, to get help. this is not a kink, and i swear it has to be some sort of mental disorder, like people who are attracted to serial killers.

conclusion

the reason why we have fanfics like this iss because of people identifying like this. please be sure to share your opinion; i know this one wasnt exactly the most detailed, but lets be honest... i shouldnt even have to say this in general.

anyway, considering the topic, how would u guys feel if i made niragi fanfics on ao3 outside of his stereotypes??? just an idea, if youd like to see that, lmk :) this is hiemal, signing outbye guys, make sure to leave suggestions!! <3

#alice in borderland #niragi suguru #niragi alice in borderland #aib #rant #smutfic #fanfic #fanfiction #niragixreader #niragi fanfiction #rape is not cute #stop romanticizing rape #antirape

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veeisgayasf · 1 year

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#you decide #larissa weems #angst fic #fluff fic #smut fic #crack fic

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grlawsme · 1 year

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#NewFanfic

Title: Handcuffed

Summary: Luffy gets caught in Vegapunks's latest seastone handcuffs. Now immobilized, Nami gives him a hand. #FluffFic

#Luffy #Nami #OnePiece #LuffyAndNami #LuffyNami #LuffyxNami #Platonic #Fluff #Friendship #Humor #LuNami #Handcuffs #Fanfic #fanfiction

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lateline · 2 years

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Hi! I don't know if you write for quackity but if you do could I request a quackity x reader where the reader is really shy and gets flustered easily?

Only if you're comfortable though!!

Thank you so much! :)

♥【Quackity, Mi Amor】♥

Pairing: cc!Quackity x gn!Reader Summary: Quackity teases you while you paint. [A/N] Thank you for the request! This one is very cute and I hope you enjoy reading it! <3

You had many hobbies, painting being one of them. Although you were often busy with other things, you enjoyed taking time out to paint. Your boyfriend, Quackity quite enjoyed watching you do so, admiring you and your art. He often cracked a few jokes which put an even bigger smile on his face when they succeed in making you laugh.

Quackity was sitting outside with you, watching you paint the scenery. You were focusing on a few small details when Quackity says,

"You're cute when you're focused."

You freeze for a moment, your face turning bright red. "Shh, let me focus." You reply, trying to hide your obvious embarrassment. He chuckles and leans closer to you, resting his head on your shoulder.

"You're blushing." He whispers in a teasing tone. You could feel your face heating up even more. You couldn't say anything other than making little flustered noises which Quackity giggled in response to.

"I love you, mi amor." He says as he places small little kisses along your shoulder and neck, pulling you closer to him. You allow yourself to sink into his touch, giving up on finishing your painting.

You both laid there until sunset, laying comfortably in each other's arms.

You wouldn't change a single thing.

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rogueddie · 1 year

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was originally on ao3, trying to organize a little :)

Steve wakes up and immediately hates himself.

He's so comfortable, warm. He didn't have any nightmares either. Can't remember what happened last night either. He tries to remember, but the last thing that he can remember clearly is Robin's worried face, warning him that he's already drank too much, "if you don't slow down you're gonna get alcohol poisoning! I won't hold your hair back, Harrington!"

He doesn't have a headache though. He doesn't feel sick or hungover at all, despite the blackout. He's only half-awake but knows he won't be able to go back to sleep now. He keeps his eyes closed anyway, hoping that maybe if he just pretends that he's fallen back to sleep then he will.

He's able to doze off for long while, vaguely aware of his leg warming up where it's sticking out the covers, assumable by the sun shinning through the gap in his curtains.

There's a soft hum behind him, someone shifting. It's then that he realizes that someone is spooning him, tucked tight against him. But it's so comfortable, makes something in his chest ease to have someone holding him, that he doesn't really care. Especially when they tighten their arms around him, just a little. Their nose presses into the back of his neck, the persons voice deep when they (he?) grumbles something unintelligible, sounding annoyed.

"Hangover?" Steve eventually asks. His voice is a little slurred, muffled a little because of how his face is still nuzzled into his pillow.

"Comfy," Eddie mumbles back. Tries to shift closer, wrapping his arms a little more secure around his torso.

Steve doesn't know if he's humming in agreement or because of how content he feels. He's not sure it matters anyway. He wonders if he drank so much last night that he might still be a little buzzed.

They lay in silence for another long moment. Eddie seems happy to just lay there too, so Steve isn't going to be the one to break the moment.

"How did we end up here?" Eddie eventually asks. He doesn't move away though.

"Fuck if I know. Don't really care, 's nice."

Eddie makes a curious noise, his arm staying curled around his chest as he lifts it to brush some of his hair off his neck. "You've got a hickey."

Steve finally opens his eyes. He's careful not to tense up, not wanting to freak Eddie out. Tries harder now to remember last night. "A hickey?"

"Yeah, right here." His finger gently rests on his neck. "You and Wheeler finally get your shit together?"

"Eddie, she-" Steve hesitates. He doesn't want to move but he needs to, shifts carefully so he can look Eddie in the eye. He thankfully stays curled around Steve. "Robin said she... told you. About, uh... stuff."

"That she's a lesbian."

"Yeah... did she not tell you, um... anything else? About her relationship, maybe?"

Eddie frowns for a moment, but then he finally catches up. "She's with Wheeler."

"Yeah."

"And they were the only other ones here last night."

"Exactly."

Eddie looks back to his neck and blushes. "Um. Ok... I'm, uh, sorry? For, like, taking advantage or whatever."

He's pulling away, taking all the warmth with him. Steve grabs his arm before he can get far, giving a sharp tug so he falls forward. He barely catches himself before faceplanting into Steves chest, but the rest of his front is pressed back against Steves side. He looks beautiful, hovering over him like this.

"I thought you were done with running away?"

Eddie blinks at him, looking dazed. "Yeah... I mean, if that's w-what you want?"

He looks so hopeful. Steve feels like an idiot. He's been complaining to Robin for so long, practically begging her to try and help him get a solid answer on whether or not Eddie could be interested in him too. He should have taken her advice to just go for it long before now.

Eddies breath hitches when Steve brings his hand up to cup his cheek, gently bringing his hand down along his jaw so he can touch his bottom lip with his thumb.

"You didn't take advantage," Steve does his best to sound disappointed, almost whining. "And here I thought birthday parties are supposed to be fun."

Eddie laughs, more of a huff. Grabs Steves wrist so he can turn his head and kiss the palm of his hand. Gently pulls his hand down onto the pillow, pulling his other wrist up too.

"Did you not have fun, big boy?" Eddie smirks, letting his eyes roam. Steve shakes his head, Eddie tutting. "Can't have that, can we?"

He finally leans down to kiss him. It's so soft, more like slow pecks. Just pressing their lips together, one of his thumbs gently rubbing against his wrist. It's not enough, yet too much, all at once. Barely there, no where near satisfying with how worked up Steve already is, yet...

It's so loving. Gentle, like Eddie thinks he's something precious. Something to be treasured. And when he pulls back, his cheeks are still red and he's looking at Steve like he hung the very stars.

"You're beautiful," Steve breathes.

Eddie sighs, like one of those love-sick girls in rom-coms he would be forced to go to on dates. It sounds better from him. "Is it too soon to say I love you? I mean, fuck. You're perfect."

"Perfect for you," Steve teases. Tries to lift a hand up, wanting to desperately to touch him, but Eddie keeps his wrists pinned. His breath hitches, which finally makes Eddies eyes darken. "I think I might love you too."

Eddie smiles soft, despite the maybe. "Well, now I have to wine and dine you."

"Those are the rules. Now, are you just gonna lay there and look at me? I was promised fun here, Munson, and you're doing a piss poor job."

He raises his eyebrows, but he's still grinning. "That's how it's gonna be, huh?"

"Yeah, punk, whatchu gonna do about it?"

And if he's walking a little funny when he finally goes downstairs for breakfast, that's nobody elses business.

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fic #ficlet #flufffic

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mr-m-murdock · 2 years

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Hey can you do a fic where stark!reader is married to natasha and meet nat family for the first time at the compound but tony, pepper and Morgan were visiting the reader so its just a big meeting of getting to know you new family in-law

out-laws

| natasha x reader |

summary: pleasant surprise for a friday afternoon, overwhelming stress. it's a wonder you haven't spontaneously combusted already.

warnings: mentions of sex : rating [G]

a/n: this was super fun thanks anon. i went for the black widow movie family cause I assumed you meant them

You look up from the soldering iron at ten minutes to four, and swear loudly. You’d told yourself you wouldn’t lose track of time today, that you’d be upstairs to eat in the middle of the day instead of caving to hunger halfway through dismantling an engine or a circuit board only to find that everyone else had already eaten.

You push back from the workbench, wipe your hands on a ragged oilcloth, and turn to glare at DUM-E.

“You were supposed to poke me!” you say, as accusing as you can. DUM-E reaches out and pinches your upper arm, leaving an angry mark amongst the smears of oil. “Ow!” You jerk back. “Asshole.” DUM-E’s claw lowers like a chastised child, and you shake your head. “You’re not getting guilt out of me.” With one last scowl, you grab your overshirt from the bench and make for the stairs, pulling it on as you go.

You hear voices as you leave the lab, and you pause at the bottom of the stairs, working your collar out from under your neck. Voices you don’t recognise. You cock your head and listen for a second.

They don’t come closer. They don’t grow distant. They needle at you: no one said they were having guests over except when Pepper texted you today to say she was dropping by at four. And that’s definitely not Pepper’s voice.

You flick the ringer switch on your watch and it changes with a click and scrape of metal. The glove grows over your hand and powers up with a whine. With the other hand, you pull your knife slowly from its sheath. You’ve learnt not to take chances, not even in your own home.

You creep up the stairs, practically flat against the wall. You’re halfway up when you realise you left your damn glasses downstairs. Too late now.

You can see shadows moving against the smooth floor when you reach the top. Gesticulating hands, crossed arms, straight backs. They’re speaking Russian and if you’d kept your headphones on, you’d fucking well know what they’re saying, but you didn’t. You feel bare and terrified, your neck and head and forearms too exposed without your suit. You paused at the corner and suck in a slow, slow breath.

You step out fast, raise the gauntlet, knife braced underneath, eyes narrowed and you yell “Freeze!” Click of weaponry rising and you see three pistol muzzles and a throwing knife make their way into the air: this was a bad idea, this was a very bad idea–

“Oh my God, put them down!” someone cries: Natasha. Your head flicks to her – she’s standing encased in the doorway, hands outstretched.

“Nat?” you say. The gauntlet is still powering up: you’ll either have to fire it or deactivate it now.

“Down!” she says, and the weapons are lowered. You grip your wrist with one hand and spin: the wide glass veranda doors are open. You fire the shot out, the force bucking up your arm and sending you stumbling two paces backwards. You roll your shoulders and watch the shot hit the treeline with a sat phut before you turn back around.

Two women, one man. He's heavyset and red-faced, a long grey beard and grey hair. One of the women is younger, blonde and sporting a coolly amused look on her face: the other is older, a thin face but muscled arms, dark hair scraped back into a tight braid crown. They all observe you, and their gazes seem almost familiar.

It strikes you: their eyes move the same way Natasha's did when she first met you. They don't keep eye contact, they study you top to bottom, gauntlet to oil smears to boots. Appraising and calculating. You feel like you're under a surgeon's scalpel, skin peeled back.

"Didn't know we had visitors," you say, pointedly.

"We really need to work on your 'shoot first, shake hands later' approach," Natasha replies. You allow her a thin smile. Your heart is still thundering. "This is my family," she adds.

You blink. You turn the sentence over in your mind.

"Oh," you say. "He-llo." You introduce yourself. The blonde woman gives no indication that she even hears you, eyes fixed securely on your face. "Nice to meet y'all." The blonde woman's face shifts ever so slightly - something like glee gleams behind her eyes.

"Melina," says the older woman. She holsters her pistol under her jacket and gives you a sharp little smile. "This is Alexei, and Yelena."

Alexei looks far more nervous than a man his stature has any right to be. He fixes his jacket collar. Natasha looks at you. You look back at her helplessly.

"Um, sorry about the wedding-" you start, to fill the silence.

"No, I wouldn't- mention the wedding," Natasha says quietly. She turns to her family and says something cutting in Russian: the blonde woman rolls her eyes. "Don't roll your eyes at me," Natasha adds in English. "Please be nice."

"Do you guys, like want something to eat?" you ask. They're unnerving you, their stillness and the way they hold themselves.

"That would be lovely," says Melina.

"Cool." You make an awkward thumbs up, your gauntlet sliding with the movement. You back away into the kitchen and Natasha follows you, kicking the door half-closed. "Nat!" you exclaim in a hushed voice.

"I'm sorry," she says, practically cringing, and she looks sorry. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I told them to be normal-"

"Normal?" you ask, barely able to keep your voice in check. "I almost blasted them all into next week! You- you sprung them on me!"

"I did not spring them on you," Natasha says. "I told you they were coming. Two days ago." You frown. Tick through your memories.

"Didn't I-"

"Drink four cans of Red Bull for breakfast two days ago? Yes," Natasha replies. She looks decidedly unimpressed. "And you didn't eat today, did you?" You wave a hand vaguely over your shoulder. Not important.

Natasha fixes you with a stare and you cower a little.

"Sorry."

"Make something. Eat. I'm gonna go tell them off," she says, moving to the door. You grab her wrist before she can get too far and she jerks to a stop. Raises an eyebrow at you. God, the power that eyebrow has.

"You don't need to tell them off," you say. "I'll make them mac and cheese."

"You wanna make three Russians mac and cheese?" Natasha asks, slowly. "Did you clock Alexei? He regularly eats his own bodyweight." You snort. Natasha raises the other eyebrow, and your laugh fades.

"Oh. Well."

"You can make them food if you want," Natasha says. She scowls at the door. "I'm sure they'll be perfectly polite about it once I've given them a piece of my mind." You grin, and manage to wipe it off before she looks back around at you. She's endearing when she's cross.

"I'll make food," you say. What better way to get in with the in-laws than to cook for them?

• • • • • • • • •

You make eight pots of boxed macaroni cheese and Natasha's family eats it all.

It's quite impressive. Alexei talks while he eats as well: he might as well be inhaling it. How fast can a metabolism work? You're almost itching to ask him.

"Is Captain America here?" he asks at one point, his face conspiratorially lowered. He's addressing you. Yelena snorts around a mouthful of macaroni.

"Oh," you say. "Uh..." Natasha smacks Alexei on the shoulder before you can finish your sentence. He chuckles and pokes at her, and she grabs his finger with a murderous look on his face and bends it all the way back. Alexei howls and snatches his hand away, adopting an injured look.

Natasha returns to her food.

"What do you do for a living?" Melina asks. You tear your eyes away from Alexei shovelling forkfuls into his mouth at inhuman speed.

"I'm an engineer," you say. You shrug. "Engineer-designer. I work for the Avengers. What about- what about you?"

Melina's smile is cold, but not unkind. "I kill people for a living."

"Oh yeah," you say. "Well, potato, potato. I make weapons that kill people. Lot of press conferences. Not a lot of conscience."

"Oh my God," Natasha mutters into her plate.

"Uh, I'm joking," you say, in an attempt to salvage it. Melina just laughs, seeing right through you. God, you don't know how to talk to fucking in-laws!

"What weapons do you make?" Yelena asks. You turn to look at her: she's got a piece of macaroni speared on her fork and she's studying it against the ceiling lamps.

"Explosive ones," you say. "You can eat that, you know. I assumed you're all immune to cyanide." Her eyes slide to you. "Joking," you say again. Comes out as more of a squeak.

"Very funny." She puts the macaroni in her mouth and chews slowly. Natasha says something quietly in Russian, and Yelena glares at her, cheeks turning red.

"So..." you say. You take a sip of water. "You're all- appropriately terrifying. I see where Nat gets it from." Natasha grins at you.

"Aw, you're not scared of me, are you baby?" she asks. Yelena pretends to gag into her drink.

"Yelena," Melina reprimands sharply. Yelena gives you a look from the corner of her eye and smiles at you. Unsure, you smile back.

You hear your name. Distant. Evidently, the others hear it, too: Alexei cocks his head and Natasha looks up. Your name again, hollered from the hall. It's Tony. Horror crosses Natasha's face faster than a cloud on a windy day.

You stand, your chair scraping backwards across the floor with a horrible noise, and they all turn to look at you.

"Scuse me," you say. You throw your napkin down and escape through the kitchen door.

You half-run down the corridor, checking each room with your neck craned, your heart beating in your mouth until-

"Hey." You jump almost out of your skin, stumbling backwards. Tony, hanging his coat up on the back of a door, surveys you with concern. "Alright, kid?"

"What the fuck are you doing here?" you pant, perhaps a little too viciously. Tony frowns.

"Pep said she was dropping by. And you know she can't go anywhere without me. I'm like her second child."

"What? Where is she?" you ask, spinning around. Damn, damn, damn, you'd forgotten she'd said she was coming at four!

"Kitchen," Tony says casually. "You alright? You seem stressed."

"I do?" you exclaim. "Do I? Do I seem stressed, Tony?"

"Hey," he says. "Calm it, Junior."

"God," you say, half through your nose, and you spin and make off towards the kitchen. Tony follows at a quick pace.

"You know," he says, as the two of you approach the kitchen, "would it kill you to call me dad once in a while?"

"I think I prefer 'Asshole'," you retort.

"Uh, okay, you're grounded," he says.

"I'm 27," you reply. "Asshole." You throw the kitchen door open and freeze. Tony stumbles into your heels. Morgan is sitting on Alexei's lap, grinning from ear to ear. Pepper is seated in your place like the queen of England, one regal leg crossed over the other.

"Hi," Tony says, from over your shoulder. "Hey, Nat."

"Stark," Natasha says stiffly. She looks painfully awkward.

"Ah!" says Alexei, bounding up from his chair. He hands Morgan over to Melina like she weighs nothing more than a cardboard box. "So this is the famous Iron Man!" He strides forwards and you barely manage to stumble out of the way before Alexei is seizing Tony's hand and tugging it up and down roughly.

"Nice to meet you," Tony says. Alexei releases him and he fixes his cuffs.

"You know, we would have been dire enemies had you been born a little earlier," Alexei says joyfully. "I'm sure you would have put up a good fight." Tony reddens a little, and seems to swell in indignation.

"Yeah," you say. "Or maybe he would have been instantly flattened." Tony looks at you and you smile. "I see you've met Pepper, my..." you pause. "Yeah. Pepper." Pepper hides a laugh in her shoulder.

"Everyone needs a Pepper," Tony says. "So these are the in-laws, huh, kid?" He surveys them. You can practically see his brain working. "I'm Tony," he says. He claps you on the shoulder. "This idiot's dad." He points to Natasha. "That terrifying woman's father in law."

"We all hate it," Natasha says. Tony shakes his head.

"Don't know how you bagged her, kid, I really don't," he says, not nearly quietly enough.

"You're gonna get punched in a minute," you say.

"I could take all of 'em in a heartbeat," Tony replies cheerfully.

"By me," you say. He puts on his best offended look and you shrug. "I've got to defend my wife's honour," you say. You see Natasha smile stupidly at her plate. Wife. Never gets old, that.

• • • • • • • • •

They all get on surprisingly well. Pepper, ever the diplomat, manages to steer everyone and the conversation into the sitting room without incident, and you and Natasha stay behind to clear up.

You start the taps and lump the pans into the sink, the spray wetting your top. Natasha finishes loading the dishwasher and comes up behind you, reaches through your arms for a wet cloth. She kisses your neck as she pulls back and you grin stupidly over your shoulder at her.

"You like them?" she asks, as she starts to wipe the table. She's very carefully not looking at you.

"They're great," you say. "Terrifying, but funny."

"They're idiots," she says. She comes back to dump the detritus down the disposal and you steal a kiss from her. She laughs and returns it, quick little ones on your nose and your cheek.

"They're not idiots. Tony's an idiot."

"Tony is an idiot," Natasha agrees. She links her arms around your waist and rests her chin on your shoulder. You look down at her hands, where the wedding ring is glinting, and think about that day. You'd eloped, secretly, laughing guiltily about it in the back of a bus, and you'd spent your wedding night on a warm beach on the west coast drinking far too much champagne. You'd fucked on the sun-baked sand, drunk on the moon and the sound of the waves and the alcohol on each other's lips. Completely alone.

Natasha kisses your cheek.

"What you thinking about?" she asks, her voice low and soft right against your ear.

"Wedding night," you say. You feel her mouth move into a smile against your skin.

"Oh yeah?" She grabs your ass and you gasp and flick water at her. It splashes over her face and she draws back, nose wrinkled in disgust.

"Have some decorum!" you exclaim. She wipes the water from her face and mock-glares at you. "I'm sorry," you say, grinning widely.

"I'll make you sorry," Natasha growls, and she lunges for you, hands outstretched. You laugh and dash away, flinging droplets at her over your shoulder. She grabs you by the waist before you can reach the door and pulls you into her. Your ass presses flush against her hips. She dips her head and kisses your neck, open mouthed. Her hands splay over your stomach.

"Oh," you say, tipping your head back. "Mm, I'm not sorry at all."

"No?" Natasha asks, hands pulling your top up. Her fingers press into your skin and you wriggle in her grasp.

"Nat-"

"You said you weren't sorry," she says petulantly. "Apologise." She kisses your neck again and strokes your stomach and you press back into her.

"I'll never be sorry, so long as you keep that up." She laughs, and then her kisses slow down.

"I love you," she says, murmured against your pulse. Her breath is hot and her arms are strong around you.

"Still not sorry." She digs her fingers into your ribs and you twist, laughing.

"Say it back, jackass," she grumbles. You sigh.

"I love you, too."

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