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babayagakeanu · 2 years

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Blue Oyster Cult and The One Asshole

.Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus!Size Reader

Context: reader is obsessed with blue oyster cult and it drives her hunter friend, Dean nuts. Also, asshole at the bar=dean to the rescue.

Warnings: soft!dean, slight fat shaming so if this triggers you, pls don't read!!, love confessions.

The bar was hoping with patrons tonight, and it was unusual being it was a random Tuesday. Dean and Sam accompanied you tonight, and your anxiety, along with your immense crush on Dean, didn‘t help you relax at all. Bars were not a safe space for you, sans Dean and Sam. People liked to poke fun at you for being bigger than the “average” woman. Sure, you weren’t as hard around the edges; never had abs nor did you fit into a size 2, but you were beautiful. You felt beautiful tonight, had done your hair in curls and put some makeup on. You were even dressed nice too; had on curve-hugging jeans and a simple, shiny purple top.

You were nursing a beer when a man walked up to you. He was handsome, not as handsome as Dean, but enough. He was blonde, with some brown eyes and cute dimples.

“Do you need another?” He asks, smiling down at you. Something was off about him, maybe it was the way he smiled at you, almost as if he was not offering to buy you one, but to tell you to stop drinking.

”Yeah, sure.” You respond with a small smile, but it goes away once he opens his mouth. “No, I didn’t offer to buy you one. I‘m asking you if you really should be drinking those. Guys don’t really dig chicks with beer guts.” You felt the color drain from your face, this guy really had the audacity to smile at you after he said it, too.

“I don’t think that’s any of your concern, thank you.” You went to slide off the bar stool and join the guys over by the pool table, but his grip on your arm reels you into the hard chest of the aggressive stranger.

“Who said I wanted you to leave me? I always wanted to fuck a fatty!” He sneers down at you, and you start to panic. You look around for the boys but they’re nowhere to be found. Thinking of the worse, thinking that they left you to go back to the bunker, you try and fight back. You slam your foot against his kneecap, and he howls in pain, and, regaining himself, slaps you in the face. The deafening blow knocked you off your feet and onto your ass, humiliated.

“Hey, Assbutt!” Dean’s familiar voice shouts from behind the blonde guy, and as the man turns to face Dean, his face is met with Dean’s uppercut, sending the blonde into the bar’s counter. Sam helps you up and ushers you to the car, but not before you hear Dean’s words.

”That woman, is not fat! Don’t you ever talk about her or any other woman that is not the size of a friggin’ toothpick again, or so help me God, I will hunt you down and castrate you in your sleep. Got it? That woman is beautiful, and she will always be! No matter her size.“ Dean shoves the blonde out of his hands and he slumps against the bar, heaving for his life.

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The car ride home is silent, you’re sitting in the passengers seat with Sam shoved in the back. You feel a little guilty, knowing that he’s too tall to be shoved back there. Dean’s painfully quiet in the drivers seat. His one hand is on the wheel and the other is against his temple. You reached the bunker after about five minutes of terrible silence. You were on your way to your room with an ice pack pressed against your cheek, when Dean’s arm yanked you from the hallway and into his room, slamming the door shut.

”Jesus Christ, Dean! What’s wrong with you?” You shove his hands off you, and took a few deep breaths. “Sorry, y/n. I didn’t mean to hurt ya’.” You give a small smile when you finally lay your eyes on him. There he was, a tight grey Henley paired with a matching set of sweats. His hair was slightly wet from the shower and he had this silly smile on his face. You were only wearing one of his t-shirts with your comfortable underwear on. You had snuck the t-shirt to see how he smelled, and you cringe at the memory but cut yourself some slack. Sometimes a girl has got to know!

”Is that my shirt you’re wearing?” He’s a lot closer now, and you can feel his hot breath fan your chest, he’s minty fresh. Your mouth is watering at the thought of kissing him but instead, you muster a meek “yeah.”

“Oh really?” he wonders, nodding. “And how did you acquire said shirt?” His arms are crossed over his chest and you watch as his muscles form around the cuffs of his shirt; you wanted to touch his arms so bad.

“Um, I borrowed it.” You say, dumbfounded at how easy it was for him to get information from you.

”Why?” He asks.

”I wanted to know how you smelled,” you gulped, much more scared than you were before. Everything happened in a flash when you found yourself wrapped in his arms and his lips smashing into yours with ferocity.

“Dean!” You gasped, and his only response was his tongue dipping into your mouth to mingle with yours, groaning as the taste of your mouth. His hands smoothed down to grab at your waist and pull you into his hips, his member already halfway to standing at attention. His lips rip from yours for a second, and you whine out your protest.

”I know baby, but y/n, I’ve been in love with you for 6 agonizing months and I’ve been waiting to have you in my arms like this.”You were officially flabbergasted. Dean. A man who is too attractive for his own good, paired with the best heart, is in love with you. Tears prick at your eyes and bury your head in his chest.

“Sweetheart, why you cryin’?” He hugs you closer and lays kisses on the top of your head. “I’m just letting you know how crazy I am about you.”

You sniffled and nodded, pulling your head from his tight embrace. “No, I know Dean! I’ve just pinned over you for a year, when we met at a job back in Pennsylvania.” You raise your hands to cup his face, thumb running across his pouty lips, “Dean, I’ve been in love with you this entire time. I was just scared to tell you.” He grins the dopiest of grins, and leans back in to capture your lips in a sweet, tender kiss.

“Guess I got a year to make up for lost time then, huh?” He grins, kissing you again and letting two of you fall down on to the bed, your giggle ricocheting off of the walls in the bunker.

And I’m burnin’, I’m burnin’, I’m burnin‘ for you….

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ceealaina · 4 years

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Title: Who’s Gonna Pick You Up? Collaborator Name: ceealaina Card Number: 3088 Link: AO3 Square Filled: T4 - First Date Ship: WinterIron Rating: Teen Major Tags: Alternate universe - no powers Summary: In a world where Tony is less playboy and more awkward nerd, he's mostly bored and lonely now that he's graduated from MIT and Rhodey's off on his Air Force adventures. Agreeing to a blind date with Ty Stone doesn't turn out to be his best plan, but luckily Nat's there to save to day. (And even more luckily, she's got a cute brother and Tony is just his type.) Word Count: 5200

All Natasha had wanted was a cup of coffee, and an hour to herself.

Bucky and Clint and Sam had been driving her crazy all day, starting when she had woken up and gone downstairs only to find dregs in the coffee pot and Clint’s dirty underwear on the kitchen counter.

The morning went downhill from there. She loved her adopted brother and the two dumb idiots they lived with, but sometimes the three of them could get on her last nerve. This was one of those times. So after narrowly avoiding getting shot in the foot with an arrow (long story) she had grabbed a book and headed for the coffee shop on the corner for some peace and quiet.

And for about fifteen minutes, she’d had it.

Which, of course, was when Smarmy Assholes 1 and 2 had walked in.

Natasha read people. She couldn’t help it; it was just something she did. So as soon as they passed through the door, she couldn’t help cataloguing them. And when they snagged a table near her, she couldn’t help eyeing them over the top of her book, keeping an ear out for what they had to say. It was somehow even grosser than she’d expected.

“It’s not like I want to,” the taller guy was saying. “But he’s Tony Stark. I get in with him and I’ll have business connections for the next few decades -- not that I’d even have to work, with all the money I’d be getting out of him. I just have to suck it up for a bit, turn on the charm, make him fall in love with me. It’s not like it will be hard.”

“Still,” his friend said. “You’ve seen him, Ty. All quiet and shy and… Weird. Seems all needy, too. I’ve heard he’s only got like, one friend, and he’s off with the Navy or something. He’ll be following you around like a lost puppy.”

“Can't be worse than you, Justin,” Ty retorted, making Justin flush and look away. “Anyway,” he continued. “Needy can be good.” He smirked then, a look that Nat knew entirely too well, and her fists clenched as she fought the urge to punch him in the face. “It’ll be so easy to talk him into anything I want. And he’ll be so busy falling over himself trying to please me, he probably won’t even care who else I’m screwing on the side.”

Justin was smirking too now. “Get some good blackmail pics and you’ve got him for good.”

Natasha quietly seethed. These two chucklefucks were practically twirling moustaches they were so gross. It was a little ridiculous, like they’d gone to the same school of cartoon villainy, but she was having none of it. She was just considering the best way the traumatize them for life when the bell over the door rang, catching her attention. She looked over to see a slight man walk in, about twenty years old. His hair was a mess of dark curls that he kept pushing out of his face, and he was just a little too dressed up for a cafe -- fitted pants offset with a Van Halen tee and a sports jacket. There was a streak of grease or engine oil on his forearm that he apparently hadn’t noticed, and he was looking around for someone, a little nervous but mostly looking pleased and hopeful in a way that made Natasha’s heart clench.

A quick glance over showed that Justin and Ty were still plotting to kick puppies or whatever, and, making a split second decision, Nat hopped to her feet and headed for the door.

“Tony?” she asked, carefully aligning herself to block him from their view. When he turned at the sound of her voice, she gave him a bright, disarming smile. “Hi! I’m Tasha. I think you’re here to meet me?”

“T-Tasha?” he repeated, looking confused for a minute. “I... But Obie said... I thought...” He stammered a minute, looking flustered, and Natasha waited patiently.

“Is everything okay?”

He seemed to get a hold of himself again, giving her a bright smile, hopeful like before. “Yes, sorry. I think I got your... name wrong. I was a bit distracted when Obie was telling me about you.” He held out his hand. “I’m Tony... but then, I guess you already know that.” He laughed a little, a self deprecating note in it as his cheeks flushed a little. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Natasha adored him already.

“You too,” she told him, returning his handshake and then shifting to give him a kiss on the cheek. His blush deepened and he gave her a shy look from under ridiculously thick eyelashes. “Come on,” she told him. “I’ve got a table by the window.” Nat wasn’t a tall woman, but even in her heeled boots Tony was barely a couple inches taller than her. She put her arm around him, steering him towards her table and carefully keeping him out of sight of Ty and Justin as she did.

Tony winced as he pulled his chair without a loud screech, giving a nervous little laugh.. “Sorry,” he mumbled, casting a quick glance around to see if anyone had noticed.

Natasha just shrugged and grinned at him. “Happens to me all the time,” she assured him, lying through her teeth.

He gave her a dry look. “Somehow I doubt that,” he said, catching her eye with a wry grin. “You look like you’ve never been embarrassed a day in your life.”

Natasha straightened a little. He had spark; she liked that.

They made small talk for a few minutes, Tony getting himself a black coffee and sighing happily at his first sip. He made vague mentions of the project he was working on without giving any real details. The way he spoke suggested that Ty already knew what he did for a living, and so Tasha played along, smiling encouragingly when he went off on a tangent.

“Sorry,” he flushed when he realized he had been talking about robotics for ten minutes, chewing at his lip as he looked at her with soft eyes.

“It’s alright,” Natasha told him genuinely. “I mean, I only understood about half of what you said, but you obviously love it. Your entire face lit up. It’s a good look on you.”

Tony grinned wide, flushing again. “Thanks,” he mumbled, ducking his head toward the table. “And, um. Thanks for doing this.” He looked up at her again from under his eyelashes, scratching awkwardly at the back of his neck. “I don’t really do this a lot,” he admitted. “I was really, uh. I was glad, when Obie said you wanted to meet me. This is... I’ve been having a fun time.”

Natasha arched an eyebrow at him. “Come on,” she teased. “You’re gorgeous. I don’t believe you don’t have all the boys and girls lining up around the block to take you out.”

Tony rolled his eyes, fighting back the pleased smile creeping over his face. “Well. I‘m also a giant nerd with the unfortunate habit of talking about engineering and math for way too long.” He bit his lip as he gave her a grin. “Most kids go through the awkward dating stage at fourteen, but I guess I gotta do it now, since I was kind of busy studying at MIT then.”

“Fourteen?” Natasha repeated, incredulous, and realized her mistake when Tony frowned, like he’d expected her to know that. “Sorry,” she said quickly. “I just... didn’t realize it was quite that young.”

“Oh. Yeah.” Tony flushed again, dropping his gaze to the table and picking at his napkin for a moment. “That’s not a problem, is it?” he asked making eye contact for a brief moment before his gaze skittered over to the corner. “Sometimes it freaks people out,” he added in a mumble, and Natasha felt like punching something at the hurt in his voice.

“Not a problem at all,” she assured him, curling her hand over his on the table. Tony positively beamed, his entire face lighting up, and it was at that moment that Nat noticed Ty out of the corner of her eye, frowning at them speculatively. “Shit,” she muttered under her breath, watching as he leaned over and said something to Justin, who turned to face them too.

Tony’s smile flickered. “Is something wrong?”

“No, I just...” Natasha trailed off, weighing her options.

Ty was absolutely the type to make a scene, and if he embarrassed Tony in front of the entire cafe, she would definitely kick his ass. But ideally, she would get Tony out of here before it had the chance to get that far. Which left her with two options: She could give him a sweet brush off, let him think it was her — but she’d known Tony for less than an hour, and already knew he would blame himself for it — or she could confess.

Hoping she wasn’t making a mistake, she drew in a slow breath. “I need to tell you something.”

Mirroring her body language, Tony leaned in close over the table. “Okay,” he told her. “Is everything alright? Is there something I can help with?”

“No,” she admitted. “The thing is, you didn’t have my name wrong. I’m not actually your date.”

Tony’s eyebrows drew into a confused frown, head tilting to the side. “I don’t understand.”

Natasha made a face. “You were expecting to meet a dude, right? Named Ty?” At Tony’s slow nod, she tilted her chin to the far corner. “He’s over there — don’t look!” she added sharply.

“I don’t understand,” Tony repeated. “Is this like... Did he send you here to make sure I was legit or something? Because... I mean, he knows Obie. Ty is the one who asked to go out with me?”

“No, I know. Tony... Ty is a complete dillweed, and you can do so much better. I overheard him talking about you before you got here. He’s an asshole. He just wants to use you, and...” She watched as Tony sank back in his seat, eyes shuttering. “When you came in, I put it together that you were his date and so I intervened before he could see you,” she finished softly.

“Oh,” Tony said softly. He wasn’t looking at her at all now, focusing intently on the coffee menu over Nat’s shoulder. There was a red tinge to his cheeks, and Natasha saw his jaw working as he clenched his teeth before chewing on the skin around his thumb. “Okay,” he said, and she could hear the hitch in his voice. He offered a weak smile, still not looking at her. “I guess I should have known. Cute guy wanting to go out with me? Probably should have been suspicious when he hadn’t even met me yet.”

“Tony...”

He met her eyes for a minute, his own shimmering slightly. “Anyway, I should go,” he mumbled, moving to collect his wallet.

“No, you don’t have to,” Natasha told him quickly, curling her hand over his wrist again. “Or well, we should probably leave before he comes over, but... you don’t have to go. We can hang out somewhere else.”

Tony yanked his hand away from her. “Thanks for looking out for me, or whatever, but I don’t need your pity date,” he told her, and it sounded harsh but she could still hear the hurt in his voice.

Natasha arched an eyebrow at him, leaning back and folding her arms across her chest. “Do I look like a woman who does pity?” she asked dryly, and Tony stopped at that because, well... No, she didn’t. “Yes, okay, I wanted to rescue you from the worst first date ever. But I wouldn’t have stayed if i didn’t genuinely enjoy talking to you, Tony. You’re hilarious, and brilliant, and adorable to boot. And believe me, if I wasn’t a fully committed lesbian, I’d probably be trying to lure you to my bed as I speak.”

Tony snorted despite himself at that. “Lesbian, huh?” he asked, finally meeting her eyes again.

“Yup,” Natasha drawled. “But don’t worry, it’s not you, it’s me.”

Tony rolled his eyes at that, a hint of a smile curling across his face.

“Look, it’s about time I head home anyway, before someone burns down the house. Why don’t you come home with me? You can meet all my friends... They’re gonna love you, I know it.”

“Home with you?” Tony repeated. He arched an eyebrow. “That sounds... unsavory. Thought you were supposed to be a lesbian.”

He was tempted though, Nat could see it, and she grinned. “I am. But don’t worry, if you wanna be unsavored, I’ve got a brother, and you’re just his type.”

Tony giggled at that, and Nat grinned back at him, easy and bright.

“Come on, Tony. I’m sorry about Ty, but he’s an absolute asshole, and you’re much better off without him. Come meet some real friends.”

He scrubbed at the back of his neck. “Yeah, alright,” he agreed, giving her a soft smile. “Why not? I’d like to meet your friends.”

Natasha’s smile grew. “Outstanding,” she declared. “Do you want to grab a coffee to - oh, for fuck’s sake.”

“What?” Tony asked. “What’s-?” He cut himself off as two men approached the table, and the look on Nat’s face made it pretty obvious who they were.

“Tony?” Ty demanded.

“Uh, yeah?”

Ty looked back and forth between Tony and Natasha, his eyes narrowing. “It’s me. Ty.”

Tony caught Natasha’s eye and then blinked up at Ty blankly. “Ty who?”

Ty looked like he was seething now. “Ty Stone.” He gave Natasha a dirty look. “Your date.”

Tony just gave him a bland smile. “Sorry, never heard of you,” he said, before turning back to Natasha.

“What do you mean, you’ve never heard of me? Our fathers worked together! Obadiah Stane set up this date.”

There was a heavy sigh from Tony, who didn’t bother looking back up at Ty. “Darling,” he said to Natasha, and oh boy he was laying it on thick but Ty didn’t seem to have noticed. “Shall we go?”

Natasha beamed back at him, taking the hand he held out to her and letting him help her to her feet. “Of course,” she agreed, moving around the table. “Excuse me,” she added, when Ty blocked her path.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Ty asked. “There’s clearly been some kind of misunderstanding”

“No misunderstanding,” Tony told him. “Obviously you’ve made some kind of mistake.” He made a show of looking Ty up and down. “But I’m definitely not here to see you,” he added, and Nat could have applauded.

Ty looked like he wasn’t giving up though, and so there was nothing else for Natasha to do except to pretend to trip against him and gracefully slam her fist into his stomach.

“Darling,” she said to Tony, letting him take her arm and lead her out the door while Ty was still trying to recover his breath.

They made it around the corner before Tony burst out laughing, almost doubling up with the force of it. “Okay, that was kind of fun,” he admitted, and Nat grinned back at him.

“What was that you were saying about having no social skills?” she teased. “You can bullshit with the best of them, so you’re already halfway there. And that means you’re going to fit in with us wonderfully. Now come on, before he decides to follow us.”

Tony hesitated a minute. “You don’t, I mean... this more than made up for the shitty first date I would have had. You don’t actually have to make all your friends meet me. I’m kind of a lot for most people.”

Natasha just rolled her eyes, grabbing his wrist in a surprisingly strong grip and pulling him down the street behind her. “You haven’t met ‘a lot’ until you’ve met these assholes,” she told him. “They’re going to love you, I promise. Besides,” she added over her shoulder. “I wasn’t kidding about my brother. James would never forgive me if I told him about you and didn’t bring you home for him to meet.”

Tony flushed pink at that, but didn’t argue further.

It started to rain when they were almost there, a sudden surprise downpour, and they ran the last block to Nat’s house. Tony was laughing, apparently not bothered, which was good because they weren’t fast enough to avoid getting completely soaked.

“Hey, assholes!” Natasha hollered loudly as they passed through the front door, making a face as she peeled off her drenched jacket. “I’m home! And I brought a friend!”

Tony grinned to himself at that, flushing a little when he caught Nat’s eye. “Um. I’m kind of dripping on your floor,” he pointed out, holding his leather jacket open to reveal his now-transparent white t-shirt. Natasha just shrugged.

“They’ve seen worse,” she promised him. “But we’ll find you something dry to wear. Hello? Anybody home?”

“Jesus Tasha,” as masculine voice answered. “You get lost on your way to the kitchen? What the hell are you screaming… for...”

Tony had been distracted by his t-shirt, pulling it away with his chest with a wet squelching sound, and looked up as the voice trailed off. He blinked at the man coming out of a room a few feet down the hall, all sharp blue eyes and broad chest and thighs. He was quite possibly the hottest person Tony had ever seen, and Tony gave him a tentative wave and a smile. “Hi,” he offered.

“Hey,” the newcomer replied, still staring at Tony before he promptly walked into a wall.

“Oh shit!” Tony cried, instinctively moving toward him while Natasha snorted with laughter. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, yeah.” The stranger waved him off gruffly. “I’m fine.”

“Tony,” Natasha interrupted, giggling from the stairs. “This is my brother, James.”

“Oh,” Tony said, and then clued in to what she had said and his eyes widened. “Oh!” He rubbed at the back of his neck, shy and adorable. “Um, hi James. I’m Tony.”

He offered his hand out tentatively, and James took it with a quirk to his lips, and a grip that made Tony a little weak in the knees.

“Bucky,” he told him. “Everyone calls me Bucky, it’s just Tasha who refuses to.”

“Because it’s a stupid nickname,” Natasha replied easily. It sounded like an argument they’d had a million times over, and Tony grinned as he listened to their easy banter, missing Rhodey like crazy for a minute.

Before he could get too bummed out, there were footsteps clomping down the stairs, and a blond man with ridiculously large arms (seriously, Tony was going to start getting a complex if he stayed here too long) slid past Natasha. He arched an eyebrow at Tony.

“Oh hey!” he said, his voice just a little too loud. “Another puppy!”

Without waiting for a response, he headed down the hall to the kitchen while Tony blinked at him. “I”m not a puppy,” he protested, getting a laugh from Bucky. The newcomer ignored him, and Tony frowned a little, because that seemed unnecessarily rude.

“Ignore him,” Bucky told him warmly. “He’s deaf. He’s…” He grabbed a tennis ball off the side table and launched it down the hall, hitting Blondie square in the back.

“Ow!” he hollered, turning to stare at them. "What the fuck?”

“Hey asshole!” Bucky retorted, enunciating a little more clearly so he could read his lips. “Where are your hearing aids?”

Blondie made a face. “They broke again. Cheap Hammertech.”

Tony looked horrified. “HammerTech? No wonder they're broken.” Bucky snorted at that, and Tony gave him a quick smile before following his lead and turning back to the other man so he could read his lips. “Let me see them? I bet I can make them better.”

“What?” He looked at Tony like he was nuts. “I’m not giving you my aids to play with, no way. You’ll break them, and they’re my only pair.”

He moved off down the hall toward the kitchen, leaving Tony spluttering after him. “I wouldn’t break them!” he protested. “And they’re already broken!!”

“Ignore him,” a new voice said, repeating Bucky’s instructions. “Clint’s just pissed I beat him at MarioKart.”

Tony turned to face the newcomer who smiled at him warmly, and actually moved to shake Tony’s hand. “I’m Sam, nice to meet you.”

“Tony,” he answered, beaming wide. Sam grinned back, and then looked over at Natasha.

“New puppy, huh?” he asked.

Tony stared at him and, although he probably wasn’t aware of it, actually pouted, folding his arms across his chest. “I’m not a puppy!” He glared at Natasha. “I thought you said your friends were nice.”

“I said they’d like you, not that they were nice,” Natasha offered with a smirk.

“Don’t take it personal,” Sam assured him, patting him on the shoulder.

“Tasha’s always bringing home strays,” Clint added from the kitchen doorway, his hearing aids apparently working again. “Starting with Bucky and including all of us.” He frowned then, poking at his left ear. “Aww, hearing aids,” he whined, pulling them out again.

“Okay, seriously.” Tony set off down the hall after him, apparently over his shyness in the face of potential engineering. “Give them to me. I can fix them, I promise.”

Natasha, Bucky, and Sam all watched him go. “Where’d you find him?” Sam asked when they’d disappeared, grinning as they heard the echoes of Tony trying to convince Clint to let him fix his hearing aids.

“At the coffee shop,” Natasha offered primly. “What?” she added, at the look Sam and Bucky shared. “I can’t make friends?” She rolled her eyes at them. “He was heading into the worst date ever, so I rescued him. Don’t look at me like that.”

They all looked down the hall as they heard Tony’s voice raise again, Clint’s following suit, and Bucky grinned. “I like him,” he declared, before narrowing his eyes at the smirk on Natasha’s face.

“Yeah,” she said dryly. “Thought you might.” She and Sam waggled their eyebrows at him ridiculously, and Bucky huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

“And I hate you. Both of you,” he informed them, stomping off down the hall.

Sam snorted as he watched him go, glancing over at Nat. “You are a menace.”

“I do my best,” she told him with a wink, dashing up the stairs to change into some dry clothes. When she returned to the kitchen, it was to find that Tony had, in fact talked Clint into letting him tinker with the hearing aids in question. He was sitting at their rickety kitchen table poking at them with a screwdriver that he'd apparently pulled from his pocket. Tony was completely focused on the machinery in his hands, tongue poking out between his teeth as he concentrated while Clint sat across from him, staring with a critical eye. Sam was watching the whole scene with amusement, and Bucky had pulled some bread from the fridge and was making toast, pretending not to be sneaking little glances at Tony every three seconds.

“Hey, Tony,” she said, snapping him out of his stupor. “You must be frozen, huh?”

“Oh.” Tony glanced down at his arms and blinked, apparently just now noticing the goosebumps on his arms. “Uh, yeah. I guess.”

Natasha beamed and moved over to Bucky, bumping her hip against his and raising her eyebrows. “Hey James, why don’t you lend Tony some clothes, hmm? Then we can pop his clothes in the dryer. Don’t want him catching cold.”

Bucky’s eyes widened and he glanced over at Tony, since Natasha wasn’t even trying to be subtle, but the other man had already delved back into working on the hearing aids. “I hate you,” he muttered, abandoning his toast and stomping off to get Tony some clothes. Natasha caught Sam’s eye over the table and shared a grin with him.

He returned just as Tony was sliding the hearing aids back across the table to Clint, looking all pleased and fidgeting in expectation. “Go on. Try them!”

Still looking suspicious, Clint positioned them in his ears. “Okay, what’s the big--” He cut himself off at the sound of his own voice. “Holy shit. What the…” He pointed wildly at Sam, across the room. “Say something!”

Sam raised his hands helplessly. “What do you want me to say?”

“Holy shit!” Clint said again. He stared at Tony incredulously. “How did you… These aren’t just fixed, they’re like ten times better than they were.”

Tony beamed, looking absolutely delighted. “It’s just kind of… What I do.” Then he yelped as Clint hauled him out of his seat, physically lifting him off the ground and wrapping him in a back-cracking bear hug.

“Thank you,” he told him sincerely, and Tony flushed as he planted a kiss square on his cheek. Then he was depositing him on the ground and heading off down the hall.

“Hey,” Bucky yelped as Clint practically shoved him into the shower in his haste. “Where the hell are you going?”

“Outside!” Clint hollered back over his shoulder. “Gonna go listen to some birds!”

Bucky shook his head. “Weirdo,” he muttered affectionately, catching Tony’s eye and getting a grin out of him.

“Cute and useful,” Sam teased, “We should keep him, huh Buck? Wanna do our microwave next? Hasn’t been the same since Bucky and Clint got drunk and tried to make s’mores in it.”

“Jesus,” Bucky muttered, scrubbing a hand over his face. “Okay, I don’t think Tony is here to fix our shit.”

“Aww,” Natasha teased, voice dry. “Look at you, coming to his rescue.”

“I don’t mind,” Tony added, looking back and forth between them with eyes that were just a little too sharp. “Seriously, I love this shit. And it’s a microwave, it’s not like it’s hard.”

Bucky stared at him, a little awed; he’d always been a sucker for intelligent men. “Still,” he muttered. Shifting when he realized he was still staring, Bucky held out the t-shirt and sweatpants he’d wrangled. “Here,” he offered. “If you wanna change.”

Tony’s lips twitched, as he took the clothes in question, giving Bucky a quick once over. “I don’t know how well they’re going to fit, but thanks.”

When Tony had disappeared down the hall to the bathroom to change, Bucky whirled on Nat and Sam. “Stop,” he hissed, cautious of his voice carrying. “You two are about as subtle as a freight train. You’re gonna freak him out.”

Nat and Sam shared another look, and gave him identical grins, which was just creepy.

“No idea what you’re talking about,” Natasha told him sweetly, sliding past him to the sink. “Coffee, anyone?”

“I mean it, Tasha! Stop trying to meddle in my love life.”

“Oh ho ho.” This was Sam, arms folded across his chest as he waggled his eyebrows at Bucky. “So you admit there is some romance happening here.”

“I didn’t say that!” Bucky insisted. “Also, stop doing that with your eyebrows, you look fucking stupid.” Sam didn’t stop, and Bucky groaned, slumping down in a chair at the table. “I’m moving out.”

“Why would you want to move out?” Tony asked suddenly from behind him. “This place is awesome.”

Bucky turned around to say… something, but his brain shorted out at the sight of Tony in his clothes. They were a little loose on him but fit better than expected, and he looked adorable as shit, especially with one wayward curl ignoring all his attempts to brush it out of his eye.

“Ignore him,” Sam told him, smirking at Bucky knowingly. “He threatens to move out every other day, and yet we’re still stuck with him, so I wouldn’t take him seriously.” He kicked out the chair opposite to Bucky. “Now come sit down, have some coffee, tell us about yourself. What’s your favourite colour, favourite food… favourite movie?”

Tony looked amused as he settled into the offered seat, grinning wide when Natasha slid a fresh mug of coffee across the table to him. “Uhh. Red, cheeseburgers, and.. Right now, probably Repo Man?”

“No shit,” Sam drawled, sharing another look with Nat when Tony closed his eyes in delight at the first sip of his coffee. “That’s Buck’s favourite movie too. Won’t shut up about it. Watches it every week.”

“I…” Bucky sent him a murderous glare. “I don’t watch it every week,” he protested in a mutter. “It’s just…”

“Ridiculous, right?” Tony offered, “But also like you can’t look away from it?”

Bucky grinned at him. “You know, Fox Harris couldn’t drive a car, and the first day of filming he drove into a bridge?”

Tony’s eyes lit up at this factoid, and then they were sharing weird facts about the movie, and then sci fi movies in general. Neither of them noticed Sam and Nat slipping out of the room, Sam setting some strategic lighting on his way out. The longer they talked the more Tony seemed to loosen up, alternating between leaning back in his chair and then shifting forward again, unconsciously moving into Bucky’s space. He was a mouthy little shit too, once he got going, dry and sarcastic, and pointing triumphantly to accentuate his point. His whole face lit up when he got started on something, and Bucky kind of couldn’t stop staring at him.

Their coffee was almost gone before Bucky looked up, frowning when he took in the empty kitchen. “Where did Sam and Nat go?”

Tony blinked, following his gaze, and then they met each other’s eyes, coming to a realization at the same time.

“Is this…” Tony ducked his head a little, momentarily slipping back into shyness and giving Bucky a soft little smile. Bucky’s heart skipped a beat. “Did they set us up on a coffee date?”

Bucky glanced down at the almost empty mug. “Guess so,” he admitted. “I’m gonna kill them,” he added without any real heat, grinning ruefully.

Tony shrugged. “I don’t know,” he told. He drew in a deep breath, cheeks flushing a little. “As first dates go, it wasn’t so bad. Beat my last one, definitely.”

“Yeah?” Bucky caught his eye, watched the way Tony swallowed at the heated look he was giving him. Bucky couldn’t stop himself from leaning, curling his hands around Tony’s neck. Tony blinked up at him, eyes wide, and Bucky closed the distance between them, kissing him gently.

For all his shyness, Tony was a good kisser and though it stayed relatively chaste, there was a soft brush of Tony’s tongue against his lips that sent little shivers of heat up Bucky’s spine. He pulled back, stroking his thumb over the thrum of Tony’s pulse in his neck, and Tony grinned back at him, open and wide and happy.

“Then how would you feel about getting out of here and having a real date, where those assholes can’t spy on us?”

Tony laughed at that, eyes sparking in delight. “Can we make out a little more?”

“Absolutely. Whatever you want, sweetheart.”

“Then what the hell are we waiting for?”

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rocinawanda · 5 years

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Some thoughts on that Netflix film ‘Tall Girl’ that everyone hates.

Haven’t personally seen the film but watched the trailer when it came out and just watched Alex Meyers’ animation on it and got the gist.

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Was going to post a comment under the video but it became so long I thought to write a post about it instead.

I’m glad he did a video on this because his videos are funny and as I saw the trailer and everyone’s reactions to it and I too thought it looked bad and seeing this I can agree its cheesy and whatnot duh its a Netflix romcom.

But I can’t overlook some parts of it as a girl who has been around and then over 6ft since the age of 11 and who got bullied about my height for years. Because sure in year 7 (the first year of UK secondary school) at the age of 11 I was the tallest person in my entire year. I had people who I didn’t even know, random older students laughing at me when I walked past and yeah just like in the film the ole “hows the weather up there?” routine and a novels worth of insensitive nicknames thrown at me.

Obviously as other students got older people got taller and being tall became the least of my worries since no one cared anymore but seeing the scene where the characters measure their hands firstly made me roll my eyes and laugh but then I realised this is actually something that happened to me, a lot during school. Taller boys getting to be around the same height as me wanting to measure hands and my “friends” wanting to do the same because I had huge hands.

I hate how they made it cringey like ‘size 9 shoes meeh’ but then I remember being younger and lying about my shoe size to my friends who were all sizes 4-5 and me being a size 8 I was really embarrassed and insecure about it and I can sit here being 21 and laugh at the cringe of the dialogue in the film but I’m literally a hypocrite because that was a big deal to me when I was like 13.

Now being 21 and being at university is great because there are tons of tall people everywhere and I stopped being insecure about my height when I was probably 14 or 15 so irrelevant anyway.

But from a lot of the reactions I saw when the trailer came out I can agree that whilst this definitely isn’t the worst form of oppression out there (i‘m black i’ve experienced racism to my face), I can say the insecurity and things the main character goes through do affect many of us taller girls in our pre-teens and early teenage years.

Idk, I can take a joke, especially now but not gonna lie seeing so. many. people. on twitter when the trailer came out and even in the comments under this video that came out today saying things like “Does this even happen to tall girls?” or “Tall girls get bullied?? Sure” or “Tall girls have it easy they can just go get a modelling contract” and even Alex saying “she could dropkick every kid in this room” has made me feel some type of way, like i’m 12 again.

Because it was comments like those which really annoyed me like sure, fine, the actor playing this character is pretty so I shouldn’t apply any of this to me because I’m a hag but like ??? Is every tall girl pretty? No. Pretty enough to be a model? Hell no. Skinny enough to be a model? Guaranteed no. And sure as hell the dropkick comment made me wince because it was being over 6ft since I was 11 which caused everyone to be intimidated by me when I was younger and especially being a tall black girl I had the ‘popular’ kids or older students goading me to try to get me to ‘fight’ them when all along I’m just quiet, shy and introverted. Not my fault I’m a beast on the outside and it took a lot of effort to convince people I wouldn’t just ‘dropkick them’ because idk? i’m not an asshole?

This kinda went off but TLDR: cheesy film, dumb plot, realistic insecurity. There are more important issues to cover, sure, but don’t overlook bullying and insecurities that tall girls go through because it does happen and it does define our early teen years. maybe take a walk in my size 9 shoes?

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morningbluue · 5 years

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be mine - t.h.

summary: you are in a bad relationship and Tom tries to convince you that you deserve better

prompt: “You deserve better. It doesn’t have to be me, but you deserve better.”

word count: 3k

A/N: don't settle for less than you deserve, babes, and never forget that you deserve only the damn fucking best!

Closing the bedroom door behind you, you take a deep breath and run a hand through your hair to calm yourself down. This was the third time your boyfriend and you argued this week and you have never really fought with each other.

Well, at least not until Tom came back from filming his second movie a few weeks ago.

You sit down on the edge of the bed, trying to forget what has happened. You can hear your boyfriend David walk through your apartment and you know it is only a matter of time until he takes his stuff and leaves and actually you are waiting for this moment.

Honestly you don’t even know what happened between the both of you and when everything went down but you know that David is not the best boyfriend right now.

The two of you are a couple since five months now, and he was always the sweetest and most charming guy, treating you like a princess, but when he met your best friend Tom for the first time he turned into the opposite.

You sit on the bed a while longer after you heard the front door slam shut and think about how all this could happen when you and David were happy and in love only two weeks ago.

Grabbing your phone that is lying on the bedside table, you call the only person you want to see right now — Tom.

“Y/n?” he asks as soon as he answers the call.

Letting out a silent sigh, a smile makes its way onto your face automatically. “Hi, Tom,” you mumble.

“What happened?” he questions, already knowing that something is up.

You hesitate for a short moment. “We fought. Again.”

A sigh leaves Tom’s lips and you know that he probably rolled his eyes, too. It is no secret that your best friend doesn’t like your boyfriend, but until now you never understood it.

“I’m coming over, darling,” the brunette says immediately and before you can say no, he ends the call, leaving you behind with your thoughts.

It is kind of ironic that you met David on a movie premier that Tom took you to. You bumped into him quite at the beginning when Tom left you alone for a minute because he needed to say hi to a few people.

David and you talked almost the entire evening whenever Tom left your side, but you weren’t complaining because the other tall brunette with the gorgeous green eyes gave you some company.

David was a charmer, everyone could tell, but you enjoyed it because expect Tom no one made you blush or flirted with you for too long. And you wanted to feel wanted again.

But now if you think about the things David said to you in the last weeks, there is no flirting or blushing left, almost every word that leaves his lips is harsh or hurtful and it seems like he doesn’t care about it at all.

You want to roll yourself into a blanket and cry your heart out, hoping that somehow you can turn back into time and enjoy the sweet moments with your boyfriend a little more.

A knock on your door pulls you back into reality and as you make your way over to the front door you feel the weight that is lying on your shoulders for the first time since the fights began. You didn’t realize how much it actually hurt you to fight with David.

Tom pulls you into a tight hug instantly, rubbing his hands over your back to calm you down and show you that he is there for you. “Shh, darling, I‘m here.”

Tears roll down your cheeks as you press your face into Tom’s chest, your hands forming into fists as you grab onto his sweater. “I don’t know what happened,” you whisper into Tom’s chest, sobbing loudly.

“Lets sit down, then you can tell me everything,” he suggests and you nod, pulling away from him to take a deep breath and rub over your sore eyes.

In the next hour you tell Tom everything that happened between David and you in the last weeks, not leaving out one little detail and Tom pulls you into his arms whenever you start crying again, holding you close to his chest.

“He is a dick,” Tom says after you finished talking. You look up at him, watching him roll his eyes.

You let out a puff of air, eyes wandering to your hands that are playing with the hem of your shirt. “Sometimes,” you correct him, “sometimes he is a dick.”

Tom raises his brows, cupping your chin to make you look at him. “No, darling, not sometimes, always. He can’t treat you like this only because he is jealous.”

“Maybe there is a reason why he is jealous, you know,” you mumble, remembering how David told you more than once that Tom obviously has a crush on you and you are just too naive to see it.

The brunette shifts visibly and his chocolate brown eyes widen for a split second. “What are you talking about?”

You shrug. “David thinks you- you like me... more than a friend, I mean,” your eyes burn into his as you watch his expression change from nervous to shocked. “Crazy, right?” you let out an annoyed laugh, “he really tries to blame you for his actions.”

“Yeah, crazy,” Tom murmurs as he nods a few times.

You continue rambling about your boyfriend, not noticing how Tom chews nervously on his bottom lip or runs his fingers through his brown locks every few seconds. He doesn’t even listen to you anymore, he is in his own world as he tries to come up with a plan to save all this because you don’t know how right David is with his statement.

Your best friend Tom Holland likes you — more than a friend and more than anything and anyone else.

The next few weeks are silent, Tom and you don’t hang out much because Tom has to do a few things and you, well, you don’t want David to be mad at you. You are tired of fighting with him.

But Tom and you don’t know yet that this is only the calm before the storm and, oh boy, this is going to be a big one.

Sleepily walking into the kitchen you spot your boyfriend sitting at the kitchen island, looking through his phone and a small smile appears on your lips as you stop behind him, your arms moving around his shoulders as you press a kiss on his fluffy hair. “Morning.”

Immediately you notice how David stiffs under your touch and clenches his jaw. “Everything okay?” you question as you take a step back, and before you know it, your eyes land on the phone in his hands and it doesn’t take long for you to recognize it as yours. “What are you-”

“You really think I’m dumb, right?” David hisses suddenly and slams your phone on the table, a gasp leaving your lips. He stares you down as you stumble backwards. “Do you really think I don’t know what is going on?”

“What- What are you talking about?” you whisper, fingers beginning to shake slightly. David has never been so angry and you can’t deny that he scares you right now.

He grabs your phone again, pointing at some texts you can’t read. “This is what I’m talking about, y/n. I know that you and Tom are not just friends,” he spits out through gritted teeth.

If David wouldn’t scare you so much, you would have laughed because you and Tom? A thing? Never. “What?!” you hiss back, raising your eyebrows and taking a step forward.

“You heard me!” David scoffs and throws the phone over to you. You catch it, quickly scanning over the texts that apparently Tom send you an hour ago.

Tom: hey darling, you wanna hang out later?

Tom: we could watch your favorite movie ;)

Tom: or go to the park with Tess

Tom: I miss you xx

For the first time you wish Tom wouldn’t text like this. You let out a silent sigh, regretting leaving your phone in the kitchen last night because then this wouldn’t have happened, right? Wrong. David would have found another thing to be mad about.

David lets out a loud groan and you snap back into reality, not realizing you have stared at your phone for a few moments. “You don’t want to explain yourself, do you?”

Taking a deep breath, you look up at your boyfriend and his eyes immediately stare into your own. Your heart breaks a little as you notice that there is no warmth and love left in his once so beautiful eyes. “I think you should leave, David. I- I need some time to think about all this,” you run a hand over your face, suddenly feeling tired.

Without saying a word or even sending you another glance, David storms past you, slamming your front door shut as he leaves.

You sit down on one of the kitchen stools, your head falling into your hands as you close your eyes to suppress the tears that are already forming in your eyes. Still, you don’t know how your perfect relationship turned into this.

After David left and you waited some minutes to make sure he was really gone, you change into a black jeans and a basic shirt before you leave your apartment too to go for a walk.

Trying not to think about everything that has gone wrong with your boyfriend, you walk through the streets, looking here and there and sending some strangers that are passing by a small smile. Before you know it, your legs automatically take you to the one place that will always be your home, no matter what happens — Tom’s apartment.

The door isn’t even completely open but you already stumble forward, hugging the brunette tightly and Tom is happy but surprised to see you, hesitantly wrapping his arms around you to steady you.

“Again,” you mumble into his chest, knowing you don’t need to say more and Tom wants to roll his eyes. He rubs your back gently, trying to calm you down as you start crying again.

Tom leads you into the living room and you sit down on the couch as the brunette walks into the kitchen to make the two of you a cup of tea. As he comes back again, you instantly begin to ramble to him about the new fight with your boyfriend.

Tom listens quietly, nodding here and there or furrowing his brows, but he lets you talk to get everything off of your chest and even if he wants to tell you that your boyfriend is an asshole and you should break up with him as soon as possible, he remains silent, knowing that this is not the right time for his feelings.

“Does this ever stop?” you ask, eyes full of hope but deep down you already know the answer as Tom grabs your hand gently, his thumb running over the back of your hand.

He hesitates a second. “You have to break up with him, darling. You shouldn’t hurt yourself more,” he says quietly and your eyes widen instantly.

You shoot him a look. “I can’t break up with him, Tom. He is the first guy since years and everything was perfect a month ago, I can’t throw that away just because we have some problems at the moment.”

“Some problems? Y/n, you are going to lose me if you stay with him,” he runs a hand through his curls, “and not because I will leave you but because he is going to make me.”

A sigh leaves your lips as you let your head fall into your hands again. You know that Tom is right, you just don’t want to accept it. “I don’t know what I should do, Tom. I- I thought I could finally be happy,” you whisper.

Immediately Tom pulls you into a hug and you lean your head against his chest, closing your eyes as he brushes over your arms. “I’m so sorry, darling. I wish I could turn back in time to prevent that you meet him,” he mumbles into your hair before he kisses your forehead softly.

The two of you stay like this for a while and the longer Tom holds you in his arms, the better you feel. Deep down you know you shouldn’t feel this way, especially not if he is your best friend and you have a boyfriend who you love.

Only when you get a text message, Tom and you separate from each other and while you check your phone, Tom runs his fingers nervously through his curls deciding whenever or not he should tell you.

“This is probably the worst time ever but... do you wanna know something funny?” Tom asks suddenly and you hum in response, not really paying attention to the brunette as you reply to David’s I’m so sorry, y/n, can we talk? message.

Without hesitance Tom blurts out: “David is right, I- I like you more than a friend.”

Immediately you drop your phone, mouth gasping wide open and your eyes are probably as big as a bowling ball. Tom scans over your face, searching for any reaction but you just stare at your phone that is now lying on the ground, not moving or even blinking.

After a few moments Tom rolls his eyes. “Now you are being dramatic, y/n,” he scoffs and you let your shoulders hang, sending him a quick glance out of the corner of your eye.

“Okay, wait, let me think about a good reaction,” you mumble and tilt your head slightly to make it look like you are thinking. “Oh, okay, yeah- What the fuck, Tom?!” you hiss as your gaze shoots over to him.

He avoids your gaze, looking at his fumbling hands instead. “I- I am sorry, y/n. I didn’t plan on saying it like that,” he whispers. His chocolate brown eyes flicker up to yours quickly and then down to his hands again.

Biting back a sigh, you scan over Tom’s features, noticing how hurt he looks and you can’t deny that your heart breaks a little more. “Since when?” you ask quietly, voice soft and calm.

Tom’s eyes soften as he looks at you again, knowing that you aren’t angry at him. “I honestly don’t know. It wasn’t like waking up one day and realizing I’m in love with you, it was kinda always like that, I think.”

Your breath gets caught in your throat again. I’m in love with you — a sentence you never thought you would hear from the brunette boy but the way your heart begins to flutter tells you that you always waited to hear this sentence.

“You are an idiot, you know that, right?” you murmur, a small smile curving up on your lips and Tom raises his eyebrows in confusion as he notices the change in your eyes. “I had the biggest crush on you for the first few months after we met,” you reveal.

If it were possible, Tom’s jaw would have dropped to the floor. You bite back a laugh as you glance over his shocked face and it takes the brunette some moments until he can finally speak again. “Please tell me you are joking, y/n. Please!” You shake your head, a small giggle escaping your lips and Tom lets his head fall back to let out a groan. “Why did you never tell me?”

You shrug. “I never thought you would like me back,” you explain.

Tom raises his eyebrow, shooting you a are you serious look. “How could I not?” he smirks, “you are gorgeous, darling.” Rolling your eyes in amusement, you hit him on his chest slightly, making his smile grow bigger.

But suddenly his smile falls. “Jokes aside,” he says seriously as he stares into your eyes. “You deserve better, y/n. It doesn’t have to be me, but you deserve better.”

Biting down on your lip, you nod. “I know. I think deep down I always knew but I hoped David could be the one,” you sigh and Tom grabs your hand to give it a light squeeze.

“I’m going to talk to him,” you add quietly after a few minutes.

More than a week later your life has taken a big turn and you never thought you would be where you are right now. Breaking up with David was harder than you thought it would be and you can’t deny that your heart hurt a lot as you let him go, but you know that it was for the better.

You didn’t break up with him because of Tom, you love David, you really do, but he isn’t making you happy, at least not anymore, and the two of you realized after many talks that it is better for you both if you ended things before you would hurt the other too much.

It was really hard to leave but you know that you deserve better and there is someone who promised you to be something better.

Right now you are laying on Tom’s couch, your head placed in his lap while his fingers are softly tangled in your hair. Humming quietly whenever he brushes over your cheeks, the brunette leans down to place a gentle kiss on your forehead and you feel your heart flutter in your chest immediately.

Tom and you aren’t a couple yet but the two of you are sure as hell going there.

Grabbing your hand, Tom interlaces his fingers with yours. You smile up at him, and he instantly returns it, showing you the cutest and softest smile you have ever seen. “I’m so happy,” he whispers.

“Me too,” you reply smiling. “But give me some time before we start this, okay? I still need to figure some things out. Alright, Tom?” You want this and you want Tom but the things that happened with David are still fresh and you don’t want to ruin whatever Tom and you will have.

“Of course, love, I’m going to give you as much time as you need,” he mumbles and brings your hand up to his lips to place a soft kiss on the back of your hand. “I will wait for you.”

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