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Not Good Enough *part three*

Avengers x Reader miniseries.

Avengers x reader angst.

word count: 2169 

Plot: The Avengers discover the reader has left.

Part one [x] Part two [x]

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[still at the Avengers compound]

[third person POV]

"Did she leave anything else?" Steve asked Bucky.

"She also left her laptop and phone." Bucky tells them.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y. call everyone to the common room now, please." Tony says.

A few minutes later all the Avengers were sitting in the common room, not really knowing why.

"What's going on Tony?" Wanda asks.

"[Y/N] left." he tells the group.

"What do you mean left? Like for a vacation?" Bruce asked, confused.

"No. She's gone. She left this note in her room." Steve explains, handing the note over to Bruce to have a look at.

"I told you two, were too harsh to her about the accident." Thor says.

"It was only a suspension. We've all had them. It's not like we wanted her gone." Tony defends.

"Let's not fight about how we handled that situation. We admit our mistake and regret the way we handled it. We impulsively acted on our anger." Steve speaks up, trying to keep everyone at bay.

"When was the last time anyone saw or heard from her?" Tony asks the room.

Everyone paused to take a moment to think.

"Wanda, what about you? Your room is right next door."

"I haven't heard her any noise from her room in a long time. Last time I heard anything was probably a week ago. I didn't give it much thought. I wouldn't think she would just leave." Wanda sadly says.

"Where would she go?" Bruce asked, handing the note back to Steve.

F.R.I.D.A.Y's voice cuts through the room, before anyone could answer.

"Sorry to interrupt, but there's a Norman Osborn on the phone for you, Mr. Stark."

"Of course he is." Tony rolls his eyes.

"Patch him through to my phone please." he says pulling out his phone.

"Norman." he says stoically.

"Tony. Lovely to hear your voice!" Norman chirps.

"I can only imagine why you're calling." Tony says trying to maintain his anger.

There's no one he hated more than Norman Osborn.

"Oh, I bet you know exactly why I'm calling." Norman smirks through the phone.

“Cut the shit and tell me.” Stark said, getting more angry by the second.

“I just wanted to call and thank you.” Norman said.

“For what?” Tony asked.

“For letting go your best employee.”

“What are you talking about?” Tony asked confused.

“Wow. I can see how much you truly appreciated her.” Norman quipped.

“Who are you-” Tony began, thinking about who Norman is possibly talking about, then it all clicked.

“[Y/n]?” Tony asked, everyone turned their heads towards him.

“Ding. Ding. Ding.” Norman remarked.

“[Y/n] is working for you?”

“Yes. She just called, asking for a job. Was very surprised to hear you had let her go. Didn’t know you could make dumb decisions.” Norman continued.

“Well I just wanted to call and thank-you. Expect a gift basket soon. Bye Tony.” Norman smugly said, before hanging up on Tony.

“Son of a bitch!” Tony yelled.

"What's the matter?" Steve asked.

"Is [Y/n] okay?" Bucky asked in unison with Steve.

"That was just Norman Osborn, informing me that [Y/n] is going to be working for him." Tony said through gritted teeth.

"What? Why would she do that?" Bruce asked, confused.

"Because apparently I fired her."

"All we did was suspend her" Steve said, "Why would she think that?"

"I mean you did treat her like complete shit." Thor said matter-of-factly.

"You need to fix this. Now." Bucky told Tony and Steve.

"She's one of the best members on this team." Bucky continued.

"I think I might know where she could be." Tony said grabbing his jacket off of the chair.

"I'm coming with you," Steve said, "We both need to fix this mess."

They both left quickly.

"I don't know why you guys are bothering. She clearly doesn't want to be a part of this team." Natasha remarked, rolling her eyes.

"Because she thinks we all hate her. She thinks we wanted this." Bucky tells her, trying not to get angry.

"But maybe it's for the better."

"What the hell are you eve saying, Natasha?" Sam asked.

"I mean maybe this is what she wanted. She's the one that left. Maybe she thought it was for the better." she tried defending herself.

"She only thought that because she thinks we all hate her." Bucky says.

"She at least needs to know we don't hate her, and we didn't want this." Bucky finishes before leaving the room.

"What the hell is even his problem? If anyone should be upset at her, it's him. She almost cost him his life."

"She made a mistake, Nat. You've done the same. Plus, Bucky was really close to [Y/n]." Wanda speaks up.

"Let's just hope Tony and Steve can bring her back." Sam says before leaving the room to check on Bucky.

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{[Y/n]'s POV}

"Are you sure this is correct? I don't want to be mixing up chemicals and having everything exploding in my face." Peter asks me.

It was after dinner and I came over to help Peter with his chemistry project.

"Yes, it's going to work. Trust me, I do this for a living." I rol lmy eyes at him.

"Fine. I'll write it down, but if this explodes in my face, expect a phone call from Mrs. Johnson." he says writing down the formulas.

"Please, Mrs. Johnson loves me."

All of a sudden my ears picked up the sound of a very familiar car coming from outside. I jumped out of my seat and rushed towards the window in Peter's room.

And there it is, Tony's car.

The doors opened and out came Tony and Steve.

"Shit." I whispered.

"What's wrong?" Peter asked, walking towards the window.

"Woah. That's Iron Man and Captain America." he said, surprised to see the two heroes walking into our building.

"Yup, that's them." I said, feeling sick to my stomach.

"Are you okay?" You look like you saw a ghost." Peter asks.

Crap. I forgot Peter doesn't know. All he knew was I had a lab job upstate. It was for his own safety that he knew nothing about my avenging life.

"Well, I haven't been totally honest with you." I swallowed, anxiously looking around his room, afraid Tony and Steve will find me in here.

"What do you mean?"

"You know that job I had, upstate?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, it's a bit more complicated than that."

"How so?" he asked confused about what was going on.

I was having an internal battle about how much I should tel him.

I mean it's Peter, I can trust him.

"For starters, I used to work for Tony Stark." I tell him.

"Wait, what?"

"Well it was more like with him, instead of for him."

"Wait. With him? Wha-" he was cut off by me opening the door telekinetically.

"Surprise." I awkwardly said.

"You-you just opened that with-without-" Peter was at a lost for words, trying to peace everything together.

"Yup." I said walking out of the room, Peter following close by.

"Wait! You were an Avenger!" Peter exclaimed.

"Shh. Yes, I was." I shush him, moving to the front door, to listen out for Tony and Steve.

"Woah. That's so cool!" Peter gushed.

I could hear the elevator door ding, followed by Tony and Steve's walking.

"I'm going to need you to be quiet for the next couple of minutes okay. Tony and Steve cannot know I am here." I tell him, telepathically.

"What the-" Peter was caught off guard, I quickly threw my hand over his mouth.

I can read minds also. Now shush.

"What if this doesn't work Tony?" I heard Steve say, as they passed the Parker's door.

"It has to. We need her to know this was just a giant misunderstanding." Tony tells him.

Misunderstanding. I thought.

"Are they talk-" I quickly covered Peter's mouth, and pointed to his head.

Steve has super hearing. Talk to me through your mind, as if you were talking to me out loud. I tell him.

"Sorry. This is all new to me. Are they talking about you?" He asks, I shrug my shoulders, going back to listening in on them.

I can hear them knocking on my grandma's door, then the door opening.

"Tony? Steve?" I heard my grandma say.

"Hi Evelyn. We were hoping to speak to [Y/n]." Tony said.

"I'm afraid she's not here. May I take a message." I heard my grandma protectively say.

"Is there any way we could wait up for her?" Steve politely asked.

"I'm afraid that's not going to happen. I'm not going to let you two ambush her. If you need to speak to her, I will tell her you stopped by, and let her make that decision on her own."

"We understand why you want to protect her. But there was a big mistake." Tony begs her.

"The only mistake that was made was thinking I could trust you to take care of my granddaughter." my grandma bitterly said.

"Wow. You're grandma's a badass." Peter said to me in his head.

"We're sorry Evelyn. Can you please let [Y/n] know we stopped by, and that we really need to speak to her." Steve asked.

"I will tell her."

"Thank-you. Have a goodnight. Sorry again for causing any trouble." Steve apologizes one last time, before my grandma closed the door.

"Well that didn't go as planned." Tony sighed, as they began to walk back to the elevator.

I stopped listening after that. It was a lot to take in.

"Can I talk now?" Peter whispered.

"Yes, you can talk now." I slid my back down the door, and sat in front of it.

"Do you want to talk about what happened?" Peter hesitantly asks, sitting down next to me.

"Not really. At least not right now." I tell him.

"Okay. Well if you need to talk, I'm here." he said, placing his hand on top of mine.

I felt a weird buzz sensation coming from his hand.

"Thanks Pete." I said, cautiously moving my hand from his.

What the hell was that...

Peter's eyes were wide.

"Can you read my mind?" he asked.

"Yes and no. I can read your mind, but only when I want to. I can control when and when not to read minds. So don't worry, I'm not currently reading your mind. That'll be a total invasion of your privacy." I tell him, he let out a sigh of relief.

"Okay. Good." he awkwardly said.

I continued to stare at him, he was acting weird all of a sudden.

"Are you okay?" I ask him.

"Yeah. This is just a lot to take in. You can move things with your mind, you can read minds, and you're a freakin Avenger." he says.

"Was. I was an Avenger. Not anymore." I correct him.

"Right." there was an awkward pause.

"What are you going to do?" he asked.

"I have no clue." I shrugged, completely unsure of what to do.

"Can't you just go back?"

"It's not that easy Pete. Plus, I already got a new job." I tell him.

"You did?" he asked surprised.

"Yeah. I start a new lab job at Oscorp tomorrow."

"That's cool." he says, with much less enthusiasm than when he found out I was an Avenger.

"Do you still talk to Harry Osborn?" I ask him.

"Haven't talked to him since Uncle Ben's funeral." he tells me.

"It's hard to keep in contact when we don't really run in the same circle anymore. He's at that fancy private school, and I'm here." he explains.

"At least you have Ned." I say.

"Yeah. Ned's the greatest." he smiles.

"Yes he is." I say, standing up and brushing my pants, Peter following suit.

"It's getting late, and I have my first day at Oscorp tomorrow. So I'm going to head home." I tell him.

"Okay. Thanks for the help. Also, thanks for trusting me with your superhero secret." he smiles, giving me a hug.

"You were going to find out eventually."

"Yeah, sure." he remarked, opening the door.

"Night Peter." I say stepping out.

"Night." he says closing the door behind me.

__________

"[Y/n] is that you?"my grandma called out, as I walk through the front door.

"Yes. Who else would it be? Tony? Steve?" I tell her, walking into the living room where she was seated at.

"Ah so you heard?" She raises an eyebrow.

"Yup. Even told Peter about it." I say.

"Oh really?" she asked surprised.

"Yeah. Couldn't really hide it that well when I heard Tony and Steve arrive."

"One less secret to hide." she says.

"Exactly."

"So, what are you going to do?" she asks.

"No idea. This day has already been stressful enough, I just want to go to bed and figure this all out another day." I tell her, feeling the pressure.

"Then do that. Go to bed, and take some time and figure this out." she lightly smiles.

"Plus, you have your first day at Oscorp tomorrow. Give it a week, see how you like it there, you might like it, you might not." she continues.

"Yeah, you're right." I give her a small smile.

"I always am." she says getting up and walking over to me.

"Now, go get some rest." she places a kiss on my head before lightly pushing me towards my room.

_________

As I laid in bed my thoughts were racing around in my head.

Am I making the right decision. Maybe I should call Tony and Steve and find out what they wanted. Maybe my grandma is right and I should just give it some time. Figure out my life outside the Avengers. Maybe this was meant to happen. Maybe I was meant to work at Oscorp.

Maybe I'm not meant to be an Avenger.

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[stranger-nightmare]

𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦

Pairing: Druig x (female) Eternal!Reader

Summary: you’re at a family dinner with the Eternals when Druig starts to get handsy. However, he’s left seething after you manage to stay completely silent, and so he makes it his mission to take you home and make you scream...

Warnings: swearing, smut, fingering, semi-public sexual acts, Dom!Druig, oral (f receiving), overstimulation/ multiple orgasms, penetrative sex (m+f), tiniest bit of mind control, minors DNI

A/N: happy Eternals on Disney+ day my loves, here’s some more Druig smut bc I feel like it’s been a lil while since I did a full oneshot for him, hope you like this my babies!!🖤✨🥰

This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. If you click ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.

These were the moments you loved. Moments spent with your family. It was so rare that all of you would be together at one time, so you relished these small moments together.

You were all currently on the Domo, you and all ten of your fellow Eternals. Ajak and Gilgamesh had prepared the most delicious of meals. You’d all finished eating now, you were all just sat around talking and laughing, enjoying each other’s company.

You had all just come down from laughing at something Kingo had said when you suddenly felt Druig’s hand come to rest on your thigh. You were only in a short sundress so his hand was brushing against your bare skin. You pay no mind to the small gesture, continuing to chat away with the rest of the Eternals.

But then Druig starts to move his hand even high up your thigh, his fingers leaving goosebumps on your flesh as he travels towards your core. The slightest of sighs leaves your lips, quiet enough for only Druig to hear, and only because he was specifically listening out for you.

You can practically feel the smirk that stretches Druig’s lips when his fingers finally reach the apex of your thighs, brushing along your clothed core. He pushes his finger in slightly, just about making contact with your clit through the thin material of your panties.

You can then feel his brows furrow as you don’t even flinch at his contact. Your breathing remains steady, your face unreadable. Clearly frustrated by your lack of reaction Druig pushes his fingers harder against your clit, starting a circling motion. The only sign of you acknowledging this was your body tensing slightly, but still, nothing that anyone else would even notice.

You hear Druig huff lightly as he ramps up his motions, pushing your panties to the side and finally connecting his fingers directly with your clit. You smirk, cocking your head to pay better attention to what Ikaris was currently saying from across the table. Druig’s finger start to build a steady pace, circling your clit just the way he knows you like it.

You could practically feel the frustration rolling off Druig as you continued to show no reaction to him having his hand between your thighs whilst in the middle of a family dinner.

His frustration radiates into his movements as he again decides to take things even further, desperate to pull some kind of response from you. His fingers delve lower through your folds until he reaches your entrance. He circles your hole twice before he pushes two of his fingers inside you. You squirm the slightest bit as his fingers find home inside you, sinking down to the knuckles. But again, your squirm was no more than you would shift just to get comfortable in your seat, it was nothing to warrant any kind of acknowledgment from anyone else.

Druig starts to pump his fingers in and out of you, curling them expertly to hit that sweet spot inside you. He then latches his thumb onto you clit, circling in time with his fingers working inside of you. You keep your attention on the conversation at hand, even joining in the laughing when Sprite cracks a witty comment.

If anything, Druig is the one getting more worked up than you. You can just about hear his breathing start to get heavier next to you, the tiniest of grunts passing his lips as he works his hand furiously between your legs. You laugh lightly, enjoying how desperate he was to make you crack. But you knew you wouldn’t. You were good at this game.

Druig feels your walls start to close in around his fingers, your orgasm approaching.You feel the smugness start to rise in his body again, thinking surely you’d have to break when he actually made you cum. But you didn’t. Your orgasm washes over you, your pussy clenching and convulsing around Druig’s fingers.

But on the outside you merely sighed softly, your breathing ever so slightly heavier than normal. Once Druig has pumped you through your orgasm he pulls his fingers from you harshly, a tiny squeak leaving your lips.

You hear him grunt in frustration next to you, his jaw taught, his nostrils flared. You look over at him and smirk, winking at him quickly.

...

You’d barely closed the door to yours and Druig’s room on the Domo when he’s suddenly roughly shoving you against it. His forearm is just below your neck, pinning you up against the door. His other hands grabs the hair at the back of your neck, forcing your head to tilt upwards to where his face is hovering above you, his lips curved in anger.

“What the hell was that?” He seethes, his lips forming a snarl where they were just an inch away from yours.

“You tell me” you bite back, raising an eyebrow defiantly. “You’re the one who decided to finger me under the dinner table."

“And you didn’t even squirm. Didn’t make a single noise” his nostrils flare with anger again.

“Well what can I say, I’m just very good at staying quiet” you shrug teasingly, lifting your chin in defiance.

“Oh yeah?” He taunts.

“Yeah” you tease back.

He looks you up and down, raking his gaze over you. He then shifts, moving his hips forward, trapping your own hips between his and door behind you. A small gasp leaves your lips as you feel his hardened cock pushing against you, straining in the fabric of his jeans.

“Oh we’ll see about that.” His breath is hot against your lips, his mouth so close and yet so far away. “I’m gonna make you scream sweetheart, I’m gonna make you fucking beg for my cock” he growls, leaning into your mouth only to pull back again at the last second, leaving you hanging with want. A soft whine sounds from you as he pulls himself away from you, leaving you limp against the door.

“Strip. Then get on the bed” he commands, his tone leaving no room for argument.

And so you follow his instructions swiftly, shimmying out of your little dress before tugging your panties down your legs, leaving you completely naked under his watchful gaze. An approving smirk paints his lips as he takes in your naked form, a sight he’d seen a thousand times before and yet one he would never grow tired of.

You gulp lightly, his eyes on you sending a flutter to your core. You walk over to the bed, laying down on your back, sitting up on your elbows.

“Open your legs” his voice is somehow simultaneously sharp and smooth.

Your mouth hangs open as your breathing already starts to get heavy, just the anticipation of what’s to come setting your entire body alight. You obey his instruction again, spreading your legs open on the bed, revealing your already soaked centre to him. He lets out a cocky scoff as he takes in the view. He’s then sauntering over to you, pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it aside just before he reaches the edge of the bed.

His eyes lock with yours as he sinks to his knees in front of you. His smirk grows at the sound of your moan. That’s what he wanted, to hear all manner of sinful sounds fall from your lips. He licks those cocky lips of his before he dives into your pussy. His eyes stay on yours as his mouth latches onto your clit, sucking it into his mouth and flicking his tongue over it fervently.

You let out a small cry, tossing your head back as you revel in the feeling of his tongue gliding over your clit. He feels so good, your mind is already spinning. Going down on you was one of Druig’s favourite past times, so it’s suffice to say that he knows exactly what he’s doing, knows exactly how to work you. Your hips are starting to move of their own accord, bucking and grinding against his face. Another moan escapes you before you have time to swallow it. You resort to biting down on your bottom lip, attempting to keep your sounds contained.

“Let go of your lip, I want to hear you” Druig hums into your folds.

A whimper trembles through you as you dig your teeth harder into your lip. Druig sighs into your cunt, the vibrations surging through you. But you’re left wanting when his mouth moves off you suddenly. You look up just in time to lock eyes with him again, watching them start to glow gold.

“I said let go of your lip” he speaks slowly and deliberately.

You feel your entire body relax, your jaw going slack where your mouth suddenly hangs open.

“That’s better” Druig taunts, his eyes dimming as he reattaches his mouth to your throbbing clit.

You can hear yourself slowly start to get louder and louder as Druig coaxes you closer and closer to your climax. The fire burns deep in your core, Druig’s tongue working pure magic on your clit.

“Ah fuck, Druig” you cry, your head twisting to the side, your eyes screwed shut, one fist balled in the sheets beneath you, the other tightly wound in Druig’s hair. He hums in approval of your moans, the vibrations finally tipping you over the edge. A strangled cry flies from your throat as your climax races through you, pleasure coursing through your entire body. You gasp loudly with each breath as you convulse, Druig’s tongue continuing to work your clit as you flinch and jerk under his touch.

He finally pulls his mouth off you with a pop, looking down at you with pride plastered on his face as you fall back weakly onto the bed. Your chest is rising and falling deeply with your ragged breathing. You let out a hum of satisfaction.

But Druig just smirks again.

“Oh we’re not done yet sweetheart” he drawls, grabbing one of your legs and throwing it over his shoulder, pulling you close to him again. Another moan already escapes you before he even touches you again.

He bites at your inner thigh, nipping across your skin before he reaches the apex of your thigh. He attaches his mouth to you again, but this time he situates himself lower, his tongue swirling around your hole. He pushes his nose against your clit, rubbing in an up and down motion as he starts to flick his tongue in and out of your entrance.

“Shit” you whisper. He’d barely even started up again and already your core was tightening like a coil, pleasure burning in the pit of your stomach.

As your moans get louder Druig works his tongue against you with more fervour, as if he was rewarding you for being more vocal. Your hand finds its way back into his hair, helping hold him in place as your hips rock against his face. He has one hand holding your thigh in place where it’s hooked over his shoulder. His other hand finds your free one, his fingers interlacing with yours, giving you a small squeeze as more sounds fall from your lips.

“Druig... fuck” you cry. “That feels amazing” you whine, your voice cracking with pleasure. He hums again.

“Ah, Druig... I’m gonna cum. Fuck...” you gasp as your second climax crashes over you. Your back arches, your toes curling, digging into Druig’s back, your hand twisting painfully tight in his hair. You swear you can feel him laugh cockily against you as you ride out your orgasm on his face.

You collapse against the mattress again, expecting Druig to stop. But he doesn’t. He just keeps going, his tongue fervently darting in and out of you. Your body starts to spasm, something like a sob leaving your throat as yet another little death rocks through your body.

“Shit, Druig” you pant, a tear springing in your eye as your body becomes overwhelmed by the sensations. Your thighs clench around his head, locking him in a vice-like grip as pleasure rolls through your body. He finally relents are you cry out a pathetic mewl, your body flinching away from his mouth.

He kisses the skin of your inner thigh where it rests just next to his head. He gently pushes your leg off him, leaving you sprawled, a fucked out mess, on the bed.

Another chuckle rumbles through his chest as he kisses his way up your body until his mouth finds yours. He opens your lips with his own, sliding his tongue against yours, giving you a taste of yourself. You both groan into the kiss as your hands rapidly paw at each other. His hands snake around your neck, fingers twining in your hair. Your hands roam all over his bare chest, nails raking across his skin.

Your hands travel down his body until you reach the waistband of his jeans. But he just presses his hips tighter against yours, grinding the rough fabric against your sensitive slit, leaving your hands no room to unbuckle his trousers. You mewl into his mouth, a sudden desperation to have him inside you.

“What do you want little one?” He taunts, pulling back slightly, his eyes dark and lust-blown as they look down at you. You whine again, bucking your hips against his, silently asking for what you seek.

“Come on sweetheart, use your words. Let me hear you” he teases, his lips finding their way to your neck, kissing and sucking at your skin.

He continues his grinding movement, giving you just enough pressure to feel it, but not enough to really get you going. He was deliberately teasing you, waiting for your pleas to fall from your lips. You huff, finally feeling the same frustration that Druig must’ve felt earlier; the frustration of not getting what you want. If you wanted him to fuck you, you really were gonna have to beg for it.

You turn your head so your lips are against his ear. “Please Druig” you purr against the shell of his ear. He pushes himself up on his arms to look at you again.

“Please what?” He cocks his head to the side, his eyes dropping to your lips briefly. “What do you want baby?” He grinds particularly hard on that last sentence, finally causing you snap with need.

“You. I want you Druig. I want you to fuck me, please. I need you. I need to feel you inside me, please Druig please” you cry, kissing all over his neck and throat between each word, your nails digging harshly into his back as you desperately pull him against you.

“Please Druig please” you continue to murmur against his skin as your hands travel back down towards his navel again. He groans loudly in your ear.

“Good girl” he praises before he finally reaches down between your two bodies, helping you to undo his belt and jeans. You roughly shove them down his legs, freeing his already leaking cock. You moan as you capture his mouth with your own again, your hand grabbing his dick. You start to move your wrist, pumping him lightly. But he’s quick to stop you, grabbing your wrist in his hand. He grunts with the restraint, fighting the want to just let you keep working him with your hand.

But he’s then swift to line himself up with your entrance, gathering your slick by stroking his head through your folds a few times. He then, at last, sinks his cock inside you. You both moan as you envelope him with your warmth, a further cry escaping your throat as he bottoms out inside you. You see a smirk on his lips again as he suddenly starts a fast and brutal pace.

He doesn’t waste time warming you up or letting your adjust to his size or his rhythm, he simply begins to pound into you, his hips slapping harshly against yours. You’re now powerless to stop the sounds that fly from your mouth, moans and whimpers, gasps and sighs as he hits that spot inside you over and over again.

“Oh fuck Druig, you feel so good” you cry into his neck.

“Yeah?” He breathes into the crook of your neck. You nod frantically as his hips jar into yours.

“Then let me hear you baby, let everyone hear you” he demands, biting down hard into your shoulder.

You cry out loudly at the pain and you feel him laugh darkly. You completely let go, all inhibitions and anxieties put aside, you simply let every sound that your body wanted to make loose from your mouth.

“That’s it baby” he encourages as you start to feel your walls tightening around him, another climax inbound. You can feel how sensitive you are from your previous orgasms, but right now you don’t care because fuck he felt so good inside you.

“Ahh, Druig” you pant loudly, your voice cracking again. “Shit, I’m gonna cum” you squeak.

“Yeah?” He kisses up your throat again. “Cum for me baby."

And so you do. And so he fulfils his promise, his name a scream on your lips as your orgasm tears through your body.

“Shit baby, you sound so fucking beautiful screaming my name” he grunts as his pace stutters and falters, his hips jaggedly rutting into yours as he approaches his own climax. Your name is a curse on his lips as he finally stills, his hot load spilling inside you, his hot breath mixing with yours as both your mouths hang open in euphoria. He kisses you sloppily again as you both revel in your highs, your sweaty bodies clinging to each other. He pulls back the slightest bit to look at you again, a complete wreck beneath him. That gods-forsaken smirk back on his face.

“Told you I’d make you scream."

...

You and Druig walk hand-in-hand into the common area the next morning, finding most of your fellow Eternals already there and waiting. All conversation stops when you two enter, all eyes snapping towards you. You and Druig look around in confusion before Sprite finally pipes up.

“You do realise that all our rooms are adjoined here on the Domo?” She cringes.

“Yeah what we heard last night was just down right disturbing” Kingo chimes in, pulling a mock disgusted face.

You blush and bury your head in Druig’s chest, but you just know he’s just the most shit-eating grin plastered on his face, full of pride that everyone else got to hear the way you scream for him.

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A/N: this may or may not have been inspired by my personal ability to stay incredibly quiet in bed👀 lmao, hope you enjoyed this!!✨🖤💫

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[peterthepark]

love & web-shooters

pairing: tasm!peter parker x f!reader

tags: tooth-rotting fluff, intimacy, no smut just vibes, boyfriend peter, depictions of violence, mentions of kidnapping, very brief angst

summary: your boyfriend peter parker has been up all week trying to fix his spider-man suit, but finds time to teach you how to use his web-shooters.

note: i am crying yes. no note. just fluff and drama.

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Peter Parker is hopelessly enamored with his girlfriend. When is he not?

He swivels around in his chair, sparing a glance at your body laying on his bed. There’s a loving crinkle at his eyes as he hears you stir with a mumble, and you sleepily roll onto your side to look at him. The hazy gaze written all over your features grows butterflies in his stomach, and the bedhead you dawn immediately makes his day brighter.

You make him happy. Just looking at you is enough to turn a sour day into a sweet one.

“Morning, lover.” You giggle at him, fingers wiggling out as you reach for the brunette. He rushes over to embrace you, pulling you into his chest. It’s familiar. It’s home. It’s Peter, and that’s really all that mattered. “You’re up early.”

“Been trying to fix my suit. Dunno what’s happening with it, maybe need some new material.” He shrugs, tenderly rubbing over your ring finger. “Haven’t been able to properly love on my girl for weeks. I gotta get this done sooner or later or I will implode into the universe.”

“Mhm, yeah. Miss loving on you, too.” You peck his cheek.

“Should I take a break and love on you… now?”

You shriek as Peter suddenly tickles you, he attacks your stomach first, and your knees come up in instinct before he’s all over you. He blows raspberries into your cheek and into your collarbone, before he settles down into the midst of your laughter to look at you. The weight of his body on yours could never compare to any weighted blanket in the world.

His brown eyes looked so gentle, so filled with love and desire to give you the best of himself. The freckles across his nose reminded you of the sea — abundant and beautiful and you felt as if the longer you fixated on them, you’d get lost or perhaps stranded.

Not that you wouldn’t mind. You could get lost in Peter Parker for days, and it would be a gift from heaven itself.

“What are you thinking?” You whisper into the comfortable silence, caressing the side of his head as you realize he’s looking at you with the same fervor.

“Just thinking about you and how much I adore you.” He says without missing a beat. Peter wonders if you know how much space you take up in his mind.

He wonders if you know that his heart belongs to you.

You shake your head at him, “You are a sap, my dear Peter Parker.”

“Yeah, I’m sure we’ve established that a million times already, Y/N.”

You get lost in his features once more. Because you loved looking at Peter — not just for the adoration on his face, but for his scars and his wounds and the bruise that hasn’t gone away in days. It was what made him, him.

“You’re so pretty.” You mutter blissfully, and reach up to kiss him.

His lips are like honey, and tasted unexplainably sweet. They were always soft, and he made an effort to take care of them with chapstick or whatever lip-scrub you’d buy at the beauty store. His hands roam underneath your sweatshirt, grasping at the supple skin beneath. Peter softly nips at your bottom lip with his teeth, only ever pulling away to look at you with such astonishment that you were his.

“I think you’re the most beautiful person in the world, you know that?” He kisses into your skin, leaving a tiny hickey in his wake. “I don’t think any picture, or even my own vision can ever do you justice at all.”

You blush, and push him away playfully. “Work on your suit, Parker.” He flashes you his best attempt at puppy eyes, and you ignore him. “Would you like some help?”

“Nah, Y/N. It’s fine.” Peter sits back into the desk chair with a grunt, swiveling to face the damaged suit on the table while his back is to you. “Get some more sleep.”

You hum in reply. “I think I’ll just watch.”

“Freak.”

Seeing Peter Parker at work always made your heart melt. You had never gotten used to that big brain of his, and sometimes his smarts scared you. Peter was never cocky about it though, because intelligence could only get you so far.

Peter was a lover.

He prided himself in his ability to love, and to love harder than anyone else.

His hands move skillfully across the desk, and you struggle to understand what he’s doing from behind the expanse of his shoulders. Getting up from the bed, you move to sit on the edge of his workspace, careful not to bump into anything.

“New web-shooters?” You gesture at the bracelets with cartridges around them. Peter nods silently to acknowledge your question, too focused on sewing a part of his suit together. His glasses slide down the bridge of his nose. “Can I?” You reach for them as Peter nods once more.

You carefully examine the device. Having once worked an internship with Oscorp, you were accustomed to the kind of tech that Peter dealt with — heck, you even helped him build some of it. Yet, somehow, part of you wished that you could try the Spider-Man stuff out. You wanted to know just how bad putting the suit on was, because according to Peter, it was the absolute worst. You wanted to swing across the city with him, you wanted to perch atop of the Empire State Building, or crawl across buildings without the fear of falling.

You wished that you could see the world like Peter did.

Peter notices that you’ve been staring at the web-shooters, not saying a word either. He raises his brows in concern, gently tapping your leg. “Everything okay? Is it broken too?”

His voice draws you back into reality, and you gaze at him with wide eyes. “Huh?”

He chuckles at you. There’s a curious smile that tugs on his lips as he cutely rests his chin in the palm of his hand. “You’re doing that thing again.” You tilt your head in question. “That — uh, like… daydreaming thing. Like you’re here but you’re not.” You nod in agreement. “Penny for your thoughts?”

“Ah, it’s nothing.” You brush it off, moving to place the web-shooters back. Peter grasps your wrist gently.

“I understand if it’s something you don’t feel comfortable saying aloud. But, I hope you know that I enjoy listening to you.” He chews on the inside of his mouth, looking at you intently. “It’s never not nothing. At least for me. I like making sure you’re okay.”

You sigh, shaking your head. “I just… I don’t know. Sometimes — God. This is so stupid.” You rub at your temples. Peter doesn’t interrupt, letting you continue on your own account. “I feel — I wish I could be with you when you’re Spider-Man.”

“You’re always with me, though. In my mind.” He points at his head. “In my heart.” He pokes at his chest.

“No, you cheeseball.” You laugh, blushing under his lovestruck gaze. “Like — like I wanna help you. I wanna be there when you’re fighting bad guys, and I wanna swing across buildings. I wanna be useful. Like a sidekick or something.”

Peter’s quiet for a moment. You hear the gulp in his throat. “You know I don’t like putting you in danger like that.”

“I know. I’m sorry. It was just a thought.” You suddenly feel shy. “Didn’t think you’d need a sidekick anyways when you’re already such a badass.”

Your boyfriend grins. “If anything, I’m the sidekick.” Peter touches your thigh when he notices your face fall for a second. “But, hey… I’m not opposed to the swinging thing.” His eyes study the way you sit up straighter, hands no longer stringing together in your lap.

“Really?”

He nods at you with the same excitement. “I mean, given that I’m there.” You roll your eyes at him, making a ‘duh’ face before he goes on. He’s hesitant for a second, before he lets out a grumble and curses under a breath. “How about you come with me on patrol tonight?”

“Are you being serious?” You gasp, hands fumbling with Peter. “Like patrol patrol? Like you fight bad guys and I watch from a distance?”

“More like you watch from the other side of the country, but sure.” There’s a bit of pain in his smile. “Why not? But there’s gonna be rules.”

Peter lists out three things:

One. Never ever interfere when he’s fighting. Even if it looks like he’s getting his ass beaten to Brooklyn and back, don’t step in. No matter what.

Two. Don’t draw attention to yourself. The whole purpose of web-shooters and swinging is to be invisible to the human peripherals, he says.

Three. If anything goes wrong, run. Go home.

“Okay, that’s fair.” You repeat the rules in your head, saying them over and over like a mantra.

“I hate that you’re convincing me.” He slumps over, staring at his lap. “I really do, Y/N. It’s making me nervous.”

“Hey, I can take care of myself.”

“I know. I know. It’s just… I hold myself to a high standard when it comes to protecting you and if anything happens on my watch—“ You kiss him mid-sentence, cupping both his cheeks. You feel the worry through the cracks of his lips and the heaving of his chest.

“Nothing will happen, baby. Nothing.”

You’re wearing workout leggings and a thermal when Peter emerges from the bathroom in his suit. Anxiety is written all over him, but you don’t bring it up, afraid that you’d miss your one chance at this. He eyes you up and down, even though he’s worried sick, you still see the glimmer of adoration in his gaze.

“Not as cool as your suit but it’s iconic, right?” You do a twirl for him, and Peter is already dreading letting you outside. It had been hours since your conversation in the morning, and Peter for once, fears the darkness of midnight.

“Anything you wear is cooler than the suit.” His arms encircle around your waist. He props his chin onto your shoulder, whispering into your ear. “Especially when you have nothing on.”

“Is this routine, Parker?” You spin on your heels to face him, letting your hands roam over his clothed chest. “Get all horny then do your friendly-neighborhood Spider-Man duties? Not very PG of you. So scandalous.”

He softly nudges you away at the joke, and his heart somersaults at your sweet bubble of a giggle. Peter moves to fish out something from his backpack — an extra set of web-shooters.

“Yours, but only for tonight.” Peter emphasizes. You take them hurriedly, clasping them around your wrists tightly. The hero double-checks, and you feel a tingling in your skin as his gloved hands touch you. The Spider-Man mask is sitting at the top of his head. He reaches to pull it down, but you stop him.

“I love you.” You whisper at him, kissing him longingly on the lips. “Let me.” Your fingers slowly pull the material down, careful not to hurt him. With a soft sigh, Peter’s face disappears beneath it.

Leaning back by the wall, you watch Peter push the window up, where he makes his way out first and sticks to the wall. He chivalrously extends his hand to you, and you don’t hesitate to follow in his steps. You sit on the ledge of the window while the chilly air bites at your skin, and you wince as the breeze begins to pick up.

“You know how to use those, yeah?” Peter says.

You check the cartridges, making sure there’s enough web inside. “Yeah, think so.”

“Okay, so - uh, don’t press anything yet! Just aim, and then—“

You shrill loudly as a stringy web connects to the building across the street, taking you with it. The fall is horrifying, and you hear Peter in the distance coming after you. But then, you’re picking up speed, and you find yourself in the air as you swing to a high roof. Your landing is anything but graceful, so you tumble onto the harsh gravel with a groan.

“Oh, my god. Are you okay?! Y/N?” Peter is at your side instantly, and he turns you onto your back. There’s pebbles in your hair, and he picks at them one-by-one.

“Peter.” His eyes search yours. “That was so sick.”

“Are you hurt?”

“No, I’m…” You laugh till your stomach hurts, and Peter pulls you onto your feet. “I’m great! This is crazy!”

There are a couple of sirens in the distance, breaking your brief moment of excitement. Peter checks his phone immediately to listen to the police radio, and you could almost see the furrow of his brows through the mask.

“Come on. Stay close.”

After a couple of swings and a bit of falling onto rooftops, you were able to get the hang of things. Being able to crash into buildings seemed like the bigger imminent threat than anything, but by watching Peter, you were able to learn from his movements. He didn’t leave you behind once, even though he was supernaturally fast and experienced.

Peter made sure you were still with him at every given chance.

You drop down onto a top of a brick building, breathing heavily with adrenaline.

“Alright, stay up here.” Peter glances over the edge and in the darkness of the alleyway below, he sees the glint of a knife in the hands of a middle-aged kidnapper. There’s a small helpless whimper that echoes beneath, and Peter shudders. He turns to you with skittish feet, hands in front of him. “Whatever happens, please remember the rules.”

“Hey!” You call out to him in a hushed whisper before he can leave. “Kick some ass, honey.”

He blushes, and you notice his muscles relax at the nickname. Then, he’s off and swings into the shadows of the alleyway. You peer off the side, unable to make anything out in the dark.

There’s a clatter. You hear voices, none of them belong to Peter yet. Something crashes against the dumpster loudly, and you flinch with surprise.

You want to jump off so badly, but you control yourself.

Peter could handle it.

Then, there’s a hurricane of shouting and you hear footsteps rushing about. The sound of fists meeting skin sends a shiver down your spine, and you freeze as a scream emerges from a group of laughter.

The scream sounds too much like him.

“Fuck the rules.”

You hop into the alleyway and land atop of the dumpster, almost breaking your ankles at the fall. You’re able to see clearer now, and your shoes meet the ground with a scrape.

A group of big, burly men stand in a circle around Peter. They’re almost three times his size, and they don’t react as you try to stand boldly in front of them.

You count. There’s about four of them, but one is too focused on your boyfriend. His hand is around his neck as Peter tries to wriggle out of his grip. And you realize that with the wrong move, he’d snap it without hesitation.

Your heart races with horror.

“Y/N - Y/N, no. No, please.” Peter’s voice is hoarse, straining his vocal cords as he tries to break free.

For once, you visibly see the fear radiating off of him.

“Hi, boys. How about we let the insect go and maybe just get on with our lives?” You laugh nervously. You’re scared shitless, but they didn’t need to know that.

The men turn to you, realizing that maybe you are a threat.

“You know her, Spider-Man?” One pipes up, gesturing at you with a crowbar.

Oh, lord.

“I don’t have any idea who she is. Leave her alone.”

“What was your name? Y/N, right?” The guy — who appears to be the leader — makes slow strides toward you.

Oh, fucking hell.

“Yeah, you can call me that.” You quickly raise your arm, pointing your wrist at him as a web shoots out. “Or you can shut the fuck up.”

He lurches forward as you pull him towards you. His mouth is webbed shut, and you take advantage of his surprise to web his wrists and ankles. He drops the crowbar, and you take it with sweaty hands to knock him out. He’s unconscious from the impact to his head, and you nearly rejoice before you’re tackled to the ground. The painful groan that leaves you makes Peter scream; the fear that rushes through his veins transforms itself to strength, and he’s wriggled out of his captor’s grasp.

Peter webs him to the wall, pushing the dumpster against him to trap his legs against it.

He swings over to you, where you find yourself wrestling with one of the goons for the crowbar. Peter doesn’t waste any time, prying the guy off of you harshly and throwing him to the side.

Peter’s eyes meet yours in the chaos. You can tell he’s angry. He snatches the crowbar off the ground, and you look away as he swings it repeatedly against the guy’s stomach till he’s out cold.

You stand as Peter flings the weapon into the darkness, sweat beading off his forehead. It’s quiet till Peter shortly gestures for you to swing to the roof before the police arrive.

His back is to you, and you can almost see the steam blowing out his ears. “What was that?” He asks bluntly.

“I… I-I don’t know, but all that matters is you’re safe.” You try to grab his hand, but he tears his away from you.

He’s never done that.

“Safe? No, what mattered was you staying up here and staying out of danger, Y/N!” He blows up and pulls his mask off, and you curl into yourself as tears form at his eyes.

“I handled it.”

“Yeah, fucking barely.” He spits out.

You don’t fight him on it. He’s right.

“I’m sorry. I thought you were hurt, and — and I really panicked here.” Your words mesh together as you explain yourself. “I know I broke the rules! I apologize. I’m so sorry, Peter. I can’t — I was scared something happened and that I… that if I hadn’t got there in time, you’d be gone.”

“If it was you getting hurt instead of me, I would never forgive myself. You of all people should understand that.” He waves his Spider-Man mask at you. His voice is softer, like a plea. “At the end of the day, I will always be able to protect myself. You don’t have super strength. You can’t sense danger before it comes. Y/N, I know you’re capable. I saw it. But, my god, that guy could’ve killed you.”

“I understand.” You nod, attentive. He’s standing closer to you, and this time, he reaches for your hand. “I’m sorry. You can take me home now. I had fun, but I don’t wanna put you through that again.”

He pulls you close to him, and he can smell your scented shampoo through your hair. He shuts his eyes, and he whispers a ‘Thank God’ into your skin.

“I’m sorry I shouted.” His stubble rubs against your face. “I was angry. I didn’t mean to raise my voice.”

“It’s okay. You had every right.”

He disagrees. “Doesn’t mean I should yell at you.” You kiss his cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“Can’t believe you called me an insect, though.”

Peter doesn’t let you swing home the rest of the way. He likes it better like this — you in his arms, as the wind blows through your hair. Safe. It was familiar to him, it wasn’t jarring. He hadn’t a reason to be scared or nervous, because he trusted himself the most when it came to protecting you.

He ushers you through the window of your shared bedroom, and you roll onto the floorboards with the same clumsiness from the rooftop.

Peter laughs, and he tries to forget about the events from earlier.

“God, I’m sore. And I did absolutely nothing.” You wince, pawing the scratches on your face with the tips of your fingers. Peter hisses at you, scolding you about touching them.

“You don’t give yourself enough credit.” He responds with a prideful smirk. He unzips the suit, sitting on the bed as he tucks it underneath in a box. He continues as he puts on an old shirt from college. “I’m still mad at you, but you kicked their asses back there.”

“You think so?” You move to sit next to him on the bed.

“Oh, trust me. I saw it with my own four eyes.” Peter swoons, putting his glasses on.

You snuggle next to him, knees touching as he throws an arm around you. “Thank you for letting me be you for the day.”

“Did you like being me?” He rests his head against yours.

You snicker with a pretend frown, “Yeah, until I got yelled at.”

Peter groans, rubbing his eyes with remorse. “I told you I’m sorry.”

“Mhm, I know.”

There’s a silence that washes over you both. The room is warm, and you feel Peter’s arm flex under your touch. Your eyes can’t help but wander over the bedroom walls, and your heart grows fonder at the sight of you and your boyfriend in the mirror. You feel your lids start to weigh heavy and Peter lightly shakes you awake.

“I think I have something for you.”

The beautiful boy gets up from the bed, and you struggle to sit up as he pads over to his desk. He reaches into the bottom drawer with shaky hands.

When Peter makes his way back to you, there is a unexplainable nervousness in his stance. He’s holding a different kind of web-shooter. Or well, at least the design was new. You hadn’t see it before, and you’re sure it wasn’t on display when Peter was fixing his suit. It was just the left one — black, with chrome red details. It appeared to be a little more feminine, but it was nearly identical to Peter’s original ones. It was obviously well-made and intricately designed. But as you curiously turned it over, onto the side of the cartridge, you noticed the tiniest yet messiest engraving that was a contrast from the sleek aesthetic of the web-shooter.

The handwriting was familiar.

‘Made with love, for Y/N. Yours, Spidey.’

You tear your disbelief away from the device, looking at your boyfriend expectantly. His arms are crossed over his chest, and you don’t miss the tinge of pink in his cheeks.

“What is this?” You laugh nervously.

“I made these a few years ago. On our fourth anniversary.” He pinches at the button of his nose. “I wanted you to have your own for when…”

You wait. “For when?”

“For when I was sure that you’d be in my life forever.”

Peter takes a couple steps toward you. Tenderly, he takes the single web-shooter from you.

His hand envelops yours, and he kisses your forehead before slipping the device onto your wrist.

“What are you up to?”

“You know, people like to say all is fair in love and web-shooters, Y/N.”

You chuckle heartily, feeling a tremble in your free hand. “Absolutely no one says that, Peter.”

“What I’m trying to say is,” He pauses to take in a deep breath. His eyes flicker up to the ceiling, before he makes sure to look directly at you. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you. If you’ll allow me.”

It was the biggest cliché, but it felt as if time was at a standstill. It felt like the whole world vanished, except for you and your lover.

Peter Parker cries quietly as he studies your features, his hand never leaving yours as his thumb draws circles over your knuckles.

“Yes, Peter. Always.” You nod at him, and you start to cry as well when he pulls you into a deep kiss. “I’ll never leave your side.”

He sniffles. “Unless I’m fighting bad guys, then, well… maybe you’ll have to leave then.”

You supposed it was true what people said:

All is fair in love and web-shooters after all.

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[leviathanspain]

below the singing moon

marc spector x reader, steven grant x reader

synopsis: you and marc had a rocky marriage from the start. marc can destroy you emotionally, but steven always puts you back together. what happens when he can’t?

pt. 2

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“fuck you, marc!” you threw a vase at him and he ducked, the vase shattering behind him as he stalked towards you. the voices in marc’s head told him not to try anything he’s regret. suddenly marc found his feet glued to the floor as you cowered in the corner, scared of what marc would do.

“im so tired of you, this and that,” marc spat, “always asking for something better. why cant you be happy with what i can give you? you knew what you got yourself into when you said ‘i do.’” marc sneered at you and you shook your head, tears falling as you whimpered.

“i love you, marc! that’s why i said ‘i do!’ i was stupid and i still am because i’m still here!” you cried and marc shook his head, “you’re such a dumb bitch!” he yelled.

you stood up and stormed out. you literally had nowhere else to go but you knew you couldn’t stay here, not with marc acting like a caged animal.

the cold bit at your cheeks as you walked out into the cold london air. marc had moved to london because he thought it the best option considering he was a fugitive. you didn’t like the city at first but steven had made you love it, his factual conversations led you to expanding your knowledge and you loved it.

marc pondered on what had just happened. he walked into the bathroom, standing in front of the sink and put his head in his hands and he contemplated going after you or not.

he looked up at saw steven standing politely in the mirror reflection. he sighed and steven shrugged, “let me have control. i can fix it, make her feel better.” he spoke and marc, for the first time, didn’t protest. he needed a break, from whatever was causing you two to fight.

steven looked at marc in the mirror now and nodded, giving a thumbs up to his own little side quest. steven grabbed a broom and began to sweep up the broken vase shards.

“remind me to buy a new vase..” he muttered to himself, partially to marc as well.

you came back to the apartment unsure of who’d be home to greet you. you opened the door and found your mess cleaned.

steven.

marc would never clean your messes, he’d always leave you to clean them and deal with the broken shards, even if you cut yourself. steven would always be there to patch you up when you did.

“stevie?” you called out and a figure moved from the bathroom and into the main room.

“y/n.” he murmured your name and ran to embrace you. he could feel the shivers falling off your body as he moved you to the bed, wrapping you up in blankets.

you cried, tears falling as you found comfort in steven’s body. you hadn’t held marc the way you were holding steven in weeks, marc hadn’t gone any further than angrily fucking you for any sort of release.

“he’s such an asshole.” you muttered and steven brushed your hair with a hand.

“yeah.” steven agreed, looking up to the ceiling and thought of what to say.

“im sorry for what he said. he didn’t mean it, he was just upset.” steven excused and you shook your head, snuggling deeper into his side, “he could say whatever he wants but he knows exactly what to say to hurt me. he meant it, he did.”

marc’s voice echoed in steven’s head.

she’s right. but i still love her. i always will.

steven didn’t say anything else as he just held you, slowly you lulled to sleep as your breathing evened out.

#moon knight x reader #moon knight x you #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #avengers one shot #avengers x reader #marvel x reader #marvel fluff #marc spector angst #steven grant fluff #moon knight imagine #moon knight oneshot

[themorningsunshine]

My night demons

Pairing - Bucky Barnes x f!reader

Summary -  Soulmate AU -  In which one can see their soulmate's dreams and communicate with them through those dreams.

Or,where Bucky thinks there is not the slightest chance in the world that he has a soulmate but then why is there a girl constant in his nightmares, trying to calm down his night demons?

Warnings - Nightmares, some depiction of violence (lmk if you think there’s more) 

Word count - 5.9k (oops!)

Dreams are in italic. 

"Buck, are you sure it's not that?" Steve narrowed his eyes at his best friend as Bucky sighed and moved further into his chair as if that would make him disappear. He should have known this was a bad idea. He should have stayed quiet. Steve had enough on his plate already. He didn't deserve to be pulled into the mess that was his mind.

So, he shook his head and replied, "It can't be, Steve. It can't." He sounded as if he was trying to convince himself more than anybody else.

Steve looks at him like he doesn't believe him and it's one of those times when Bucky feels bad for him. Steve just wanted his best friend from the 40s back. The friend who was outgoing, charming and lived life like there was no tomorrow. Not this broken mess of a man he was now. But as much as Bucky tried, he couldn't get back to who he used to be. Because that felt like someone from a different lifetime. 70 years with Hydra does that to you.

So, Bucky didn't want Steve to be involved with this. With his nightmares. He had even gone as far as making his room noise proof so that Steve couldn't hear his screams in the middle of the night when the person Bucky was most scared of was himself.

But something about his nightmares was different now. They were still about the same things, the people he killed, the tortures he endured at hydra but there was something different.

It started a few months ago. It was just another of his nightmares when he saw it for the first time.

It was raining heavily but the soldier couldn't care less. He had been waiting for his target, hiding in this spot for hours. He just wanted to complete the mission.

When the man finally showed up, he took out of his hiding spot with a knife in his hand. He couldn't use a gun. That would gather unnecessary attention. He didn't give the man enough time to try to run away. The soldier was tired. But he wasn't sure if it was because of the waiting.

He pounced on the man and without wasting a minute. pierced the knife through his chest, exactly where he supposed his heart would be. The man fell down, dead, with not an ounce of life left in him. The soldier didn't even spare him a glance before walking away.

It was still raining. He didn't look back once towards the scene. There was no point. He had made sure the man was dead. There was no point in looking back. But among all the rain, something caught the soldier's attention.

It was dark and almost impossible to see anything but he still saw her. Maybe because of his heightened sense or because she looked completely out of place.

She had no business in this dark alley, not at this time of the night. The soldier wasn't supposed to look but he did. Maybe they wouldn't notice that he was distracted for a second but he couldn't get himself to look away.

She was standing in the corner of the street, in a yellow sundress, her pretty e/c eyes looking straight ahead. He followed her gaze to see that she was looking at the body of the man.

The soldier wasn't supposed to leave any eye witnesses. No proves of the crimes he had committed when almost the whole world was asleep. Did that mean he would have to kill her?

When he looked back at her, he was almost taken aback to see that she wasn't looking at the dead man anymore. She was looking at him. Staring right at him, like he wasn't a shadow which should have been disappered by now. And she still didn't run away, scared like she should have in the beginning.

Bucky woke up with a start, covered in sweat, breathing heavily as a small scream left him. Like almost every night, he should have been disgusted by himself. The weight of guilt heavy on his shoulders as he remembered all the people he did wrong.

But that day, he did none of that. He didn't try to go back to sleep or berate himself for screaming when he wasn't the victim there. He just closed his eyes, trying with all his might to remember the girl in the sundress.

He could swear he hadn't seen her before. Not in any of his nighmares, not at hydra and thankfully not someone he had killed. He desperately tried to remember something, anything that could tell him who she was.

Steve and Dr Raynor had suggested him to not think much about his nightmates and normally, he tried to even if his conscience told him this is the least punishment he could give to himself for everything he had done. But now, he had to think about it. He had a reason to.

The rest of the day had passed in a blurr. Even after trying to reach the deepest, darkest corners of his broken mind, Bucky couldn't remember a thing about her. He was certain he had never seen her before. But then what was she doing in his nightmare? The thing that confused him the most was how out of place she looked. The beautiful girl in the dark alley, wearing a yellow sundress, her eyes far from fearful even after witnessing his crimes. She was a complete contrast to everything his life used to consist of and to some extent, still did.

After a lot of thinking, he decided it was better to not think about it anymore. It wasn't like he was ever going to see her again.

But he couldn't be more wrong.

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It was almost a week later that he saw her again. In another of his nightmares. but this time it was differen't.

The mission had been tiring. Exhausting.

Maybe that was why they didn't strap him to that chair. Because they knew he wouldn't be able to take that. They had to keep him alive, after all. Their weapon had to be functioning.

So, a couple of guards excorted the soldier to his cell. It was simple. They would throw him in and after about a day when his wounds had healed enough, they would put him back in the ice.

But this time when they pushed him in and he almost voluntarily let his body fall on the floor, he noticed something about his cell was different.

Too tired to investigate, he had closed his eyes by exhaustion when he felt it. A presence near him. Not an intimidating one, though.  

He slowly opened his eyes and his blue orbs met e/c ones. He looked closely to realise it was her.

The soldier narrowed his eyes at her. She was looking as out of place here as she did in that alley, if not more. She was looking down at him and the soldier realised he was still lying on the floor.

"Are you okay?" That voice. It was the softest voice he had ever heard. Like a gentle breeze in the cold confines of this place. The soldier thought it was angelic.

"You are not supposed to be here." He said, choosing to not answer her question, but she didn't mind. Her eyes just held concern and worry.

"Neither are you." She replied and the soldier narrowed his eyes at her. This was his cell. He was supposed to be here but there was something inside him, something that told him she was right. That this isn't where he was supposed to be.

She looked down towards his arm and when her eyes landed on his severe wounds, her concern increased ten fold. The soldier swear he could see small tears pooling in her eyes and he had the sudden urge to tell her that he was fine.

"It's okay. I am fine." He whispered to her and hoped that she would believe him.

She just nodded her head and sniifled, trying to keep the tears at bay. He noticed that there was also anger in her eyes. Immense anger against somebody and he knew for a fact that it wasn't him. The way she was looking at his scars, he knew it wasn't him she was angry with, it were the people who had put him through this and he couldn't help but agree with her. "I hate them". He whispered again, his voice hoarse because of the lack of use and he realised this is the most he had spoken in.... well, as long as he could remember.

"That makes it the two of us." She smiled at him and the soldier felt his heart skip a beat, which was weird because he wasn't supposed to have one.

She just stared into his eyes and he felt like a warmth had surrounded him. A sort of comfort and warmth that he had never felt in this place. It was new, foreign but not a feeling he wanted to let go of.

He tried getting up to to sit straight but flinched when one of his wounds got rubbed on the hard floor below. He looked back up to see that she had taken a step towards him, her hands ahead of her as if she was about to touch him but stopped herself in the last moment.

Instead, she spoke, "It's okay. it's going to be fine. You aren't with them anymore. When you open your eyes, you'll be safe, away from them and they would never reach you. Everything will be fine."

The soldier narrowed his eyes at her as if he didn't understand what she was talking about, when the world around him suddenly started to blur and vanish around his eyes.

Bucky shot his eyes open. He was in his room, back in the compound. He would have told himself he was fine, that he wasn't with them anymore, that it was just a nightmare, but there was no need of that today. Because for the first time, he hadn't woken up from a nightmare with a scream.

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And that's how it was for a couple of months.

Every other night, Bucky would have a nightmare and almost all the time, she was there. Not as one of his tormentors or the people he had killed, but as his safe place. She was always right there, just when he needed somebody the most.

She calmed him down. Told him it was just a dream. That it was going to be okay. Her voice and her smile were the only things that kept him grounded amongst his night demons.

Bucky had stopped waking up from his nightmares breathing heavily or sweating. That feeling of guilt still weighted him down but he didn't berate himself anymore. In the darkness of his room, he didn't feel alone.

She had somehow managed to lighten up his darkest memories and before he knew, he didn't hate his nightmares that much anymore.

He sometimes wondered who she was. If she was even real or not. He knew one thing for sure that she wasn't a part of his memories. Maybe she was an imaginary figure conjured up by his mind for some peace. That should be it. She couldn't be real.

So, he talked to Steve about it and his best friend came up with the craziest idea he had ever got and considering the kind of ideas he got, it was saying something.

"No, like really, Buck, what if she is the one? What if she is your soulmate?" Steve asked for the fifth time that day and Bucky once again regretted his decision of telling him.

"Come on, Steve. That isn't possible and you know that."

"Why not, man? I don't see any other explanation to this." Sam spoke up from his spot on the chair in the corner of the room. It was a total accident that he had found out that morning too. Steve just couldn't keep his voice down while talking.

Bucky glared towards him. He had made him swear he wouldn't talk in this but Sam isn't really the kind of guy who listens. "You guys are being unbelievably stupid."

Steve sighed and kept a hand on his friend's shoulder. "Buck, she shows up in almost all your nightmares. She calms you down and you are telling me you have never seen her before. You can communicate with her through your dreams and there is a connnection there.  I don't see any other explanation than her being your soulmate."

This was Bucky's turn to sigh and move away. "It's not possible, Steve. I don't have a soulmate. I can't and you know that."

"Everybody has one, man. Accept it." It was Sam this time.

"Even if I had one, they would be dead by now. Long gone. There's nobody there for me and I am actually glad. Imagine having your soul connected to me. " Bucky humoroulessly scoffed.

"Then who is she, Buck?" Steve asked gently this time as if he couldn't think of a way to convince his friend that it wasn't the case.

Bucky didn't have an answer to this question. He couldn't explain who she was. He couldn't even explain what she meant to him. Why he felt at peace even in the darkest of the places when she was around. Why he wanted to believe her when she said that everything was going to be fine. Why even a small smile of hers could be the highlight of his day.

So, he took the easiest way out. He could continue believing that she wasn't real and that way he didn't have to think about anything. Not what Steve and Sam said. Not what would have been painfully obvious if he hadn't known better.

Then it all changed.  

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The man was screaming. He hated when his missions did that. Shouting and begging like that would make him let them go. He would have if he had the choice to but he had to go back to them and tell them about the success of the mission. That was how it was supposed to be.

He held the man by his neck on the roof. He could throw him from there or stab him. But there was a slight chance he could survive the fall. He couldn't take that chance. They wouldn't like it.

Just as he was unbuckling his knife from his sleeve, he sensed it again. He didn't have to look to his side to know that she was here. She always was.

He looked to see that she was standing a little far from them. The same concern and worry shining bright in her eyes.

"You don't have to do this." She whispered to him. He could never get used to how comforting her voice sounded.

He shook his head and replied, "I have to." He then looked back to see the man but to his surprise, there was no body there anymore. It was like the man had vanished into thin air.

He looked around for the man but when she stepped towards him and slid to sit down with her back to the wall, it was enough for him to completely forget about the man. He just stood there for a moment before sliding down and sitting besides her.

"You know, you don't have to do this. You don't have to be here." Bucky whispered. He wanted to know if she was real. He wanted to know why she was here, with him. Why she hadn't run away if she could.

"I want to be here." She whispered back and Bucky looked up to see that she was smiling at him. That smile, that damn smile which made him even more sure that she wasn't real. Nothing so pure could be real.

He almost scoffed at her sentence. Wanted to be here? If he was being true to himself, he himself didn't want to be here. But if she would sit beside him with that smile on her face and the glint in her eyes, the cloud of darkness covering this place wouldn't matter anymore.

"I am sorry" He whispered lightly but in the middle of the night, he might as well have screamed it. When she narrowed her eyes at him, he explained, "I am sorry that you were a witness to that. All of them. You shouldn't be here." He was so sure of that. Was it a cruel game of the universe? To let him know how it would feel like to have her around, engulfed in her warmth, only to take it all away later?

Maybe this was the universe punishing him. To let the man drowning in the endless ocean have a log of wood to save himself and just when he thought things could get better, just when he had started to hope, take it away from him. That would hurt. Even after everything he had been through, he wasn't sure he would be able to handle that.

Hope was a cruel four letter word.

"I trust fate." She spoke again, pulling him out of his thoughts. "I don't think it will lead us on the wrong path. I like to believe I am exactly where I am supposed to be."

Bucky jolted awake. He wasn't breathing heavily or sweating profusely, but tears pooled in the corner of his eyes.

It couldn't be. How was it possible?

She was his soulmate.

She was his literal better half and she was real.

She was out there and she was his.

She was his and Bucky couldn't hate himself more when he almost smiled at that thought.

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"I told you, Buck. Didn't I?" Steve nudged his best friend in the soldier.

It had been a week since Bucky had found out and he had not seen her since. He knew there was nobody else to blame except for himself.

In this week, he had tried his best not to fall asleep, specially not at night. When the sleepy feeling became unbreable, he would make sure that he didn't have a dream. Now that he knew that she was real, he couldn't do this to her.

Even if it meant him having a sore mood even worse than before the whole day. He doubted it was because of the lack of sleep.

Steve and Sam caught up on it pretty quick and started pestering him with questions when he finally gave in and told them that they had been right.

"Come on, man. You need to talk to her." Sam spoke up breaking his train of thoughts.

"I can't, Sam. She doesn't deserve to be dragged into this mess." Bucky replied with a sigh.

"You don't get to decide it for her, Buck. Sam is right. You need to talk to her. You have been going bad to worse this past week. Don't do this to yourself."

Bucky scoffed without the hint of any humour. "Decide? Have you not been listening? Has old age started to have its effect on you, punk? She is a part of my nightmares. She has seen me being him. She has seen me doing awful things. The first time she saw me, I was stabbing a man through his chest with a knife."

As much as he tried to hide it, Bucky saw Sam very slightly scrunching up his nose. He didn't blame him. He was disgusted by himself too.

"But she still stuck around. She came back again, Buck. That has to mean something. The universe has chosen her for you."

"Terrible for her." And Bucky meant that sentence with every fiber of his being. If he thought that the universe had been cruel to him when he hadn't died in that fall from the train, he couldn't imagine being her. Being so full of light, so gentle, so warm and being paired with somebody like him. Somebody whose brain was a mess. Whose life was a darkness that threatened to engulf anybody who came near. He truly felt bad for her. The least he could do was to try to stay away. Try to save her from the coldness he brought along. Try to not dampen her light with his life. Try to -

"But she chose you, man." Sam said after a long pause between all three of them.

As Bucky and Steve both looked up to him, he continued. "I don't know how it used to be back in your time but now, we form this connection with our soulmate willingly. This option to be a part of their dreams, to be able to communicate with them, brings with itself a choice of breking it too. Why do you think you are never a part of her dreams, Bucky? Because you never tried to make that connection. She does that because she wants to be there. With you."

Bucky's eyes widened as he stopped dead in his tracks. This couldn't be. Why would she want that? Why would she want to face his night demons? But there was another thought in his mind. Her dreams. How would they look like? He could bet they were nothing like his. There would be much lesser violence and much more colours, he thinks. But he would never know for sure. He couldn't be a part of her thoughts. That wouldn't be right.

"She has accepted you as her soulmate, Buck. It's time you do that too," Steve said looking intensely at his friend, trying his best to not let the huge grin take over his face. He was so happy for his friend. After everything he had been through, having a soulmate would be so much better for him. Somebody who would keep up with him, who could show him that there is lght at the end of the tunnel. Somebody he could love. And the thought that there was a girl out there, the most amazing person ever, according to Bucky, who was ready to be that person, not only because the universe decided it for her but because she wanted to. It filled him with exhilirating joy.

"I don't deserve her." That was all Bucky could say but that was the only thing that mattered. It didn't matter if she was a part of his nightmares willingly, he didn't deserve her kindness, nor her gentleness. Not any of it. Maybe she was too good to realise that but he knew who he was. Or more accurately, what he was. He used to be the man who was deprived of his humanity for decades, a weapon who killed people witout the slightest remorse, and now he was just a broken shell of a man he used to be, not something to cherish, not something to love.

"Stop that." Steve said with a finger raised towards him.

"I didn't do anything." Bucky replied with slight frustration in his voice. Not with his friend, but with himself.

"Stop thinking whatever it is that is going on in your head. You know it's not true."

Bucky let out a deep sigh. "Steve, you know it's not the same. We are not the same Brooklyn kids who thought about meeting our soulmates, about building a small house and spending our life with them. Times have changed, so have I." The idea of all that felt so foreign to him right now, he couldn't believe it was anything more than a fleeting thought of his past self. A self that died almost a century ago.

"But you deserve it, man. You deserve a second chance. A second chance at everything. Don't let it go." Sam said as he kept a hand at Bucky's soldier.

Bucky just stood up abruptly and walked out of the room. He couldn't talk about this right now.

Steve and Sam didn't understand but he did. They thought it wasn't his fault what Hydra made him do but they don't know the whole truth. They don't know how it feels. They don't know that he was there, all those years.

As a small part of his conscience, held as a prisoner in his body, being a spectator to the crimes he committed. That's what made him feel guilty. If he had fought stronger, if he hadn't been so weak, maybe he could -

No, he couldn't think that. He had to remember the words of Dr Raynor and Steve and Sam. None of it was his fault. It wasn't his fault. He didn't have a choice. He was a victim.

He desperately tried to convince himself of all that. That he wasn't just a weapon used by hydra, he was much more than that. He was James Buchanan Barnes.

He pulled at his hair, rubbed his eyes, let out a scream into his palms, punched the wall, which left a hole there, anything, absolutely anything that could ground him. That could convince him of everything everybody said. Until a voice echoed in his head, You don't have to do this, you aren't with them. Everything is going to be fine. More than the words, it was the gentle voice that did the thing on him. The soft voice that could silent all his internal screams and Bucky knew in that time, that he had to see her. To talk to her. Even if it was for the last time.

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His eyes opened and he expected himself to be in a dark alley, waiting for his mission, or in an abandoned building slitting somebody's throat, or even in the cells at hydra but what he saw was far from all this. As far as it could get.

He was in an open area. He heard it, before he saw it. The voice of water waves hitting at the shore. He looked around to realise he was standing at a beach. It was fairly empty, except for some very distant noises of children shouting, he thought he was pretty much alone.

Then it hit him like a truck. This wasn't his dream. It was hers. He was inside her mind and it was exaclty like he had thought it to be, calm and peaceful. Just like her.

This made his guilt increase even more. Why was the universe so cruel to her? Why was she paired up with somebody who could only give her darkness and screams for dreams when she offered this peace and comfort to everybody?

He looked around until his eyes landed on her. There she was, sitting in all her glory, sitting on the beach not far away from him, staring right into the sea, with a blissful smile on her face. She was looking at the open sea as if listening to it. As if it was answering her questions. Bucky wondered if the sea animals talked to her.

Before he knew it, he was walking towards her. Taking slow but steady steps. She looked beautiful. With the waves reaching her feet as she admired the beauty of nature, she looked like the epitome of everything his life wasn't.

As if on cue, she looked up and her eyes met his. Her smile spread and it was almost contagious. She looked relieved to see him. If he hadn't known any better, he would have thought she was happy he was here.

When he approached her, she patted the land besides her, in an invitaion, a silent request. Something he could decline but who was he kidding? He would jump into the ocean if she asked him to.

He sat down besides her and followed her gaze towards the ocean. It was indeed beautiful. But none of the wonders of the world could compare to the girl sitting besides him. With a small smile on her face, her legs stretched towards the ocean, the wind slightly bristling her hair as it touched her face and Bucky felt an unjustified jealousy towards the winds and the ocean. How they got to caress her skin in the most gentle way possible. For a split second, he wondered how it would feel like to hold her.

They sat there in silence. It was comforting and Bucky thought he would let this silence swallow him whole.

"That was our holiday home when I was a kid." She whispered breaking the silence and Bucky noticed that she was looking somewhere in the back now. He followed her gaze to find a house, not so far away from them, a wooden house which looked like it was used by families as a weekend getaway.

He looks at her now and notices the longing in her eyes. It was like the home was something she cherished. She looks back and when her eyes met his, her expression didn't change and Bucky was taken aback. Why was she looking at him that way? Like he was something she could cherish. Like he was someone she could love.

Bucky shook his head and looked away as he whispered, "I am sorry."

She narrowed her eyes at him in confusion and when she was about to ask him what he meant, he continued, "I am sorry that you had to see my nightmares. I am sorry that you had to witness my crimes. I - I am sorry that I am your soulmate."

She was about to open her mouth to argue when Bucky interrupted her. He knew he would believe anything that fell from that mouth of hers and so he didn't want her to try to convince him otherwise. "You deserve better. You truly do. You don't deserve to face my night demons, just because the universe decided to play a cruel game of fate and make our souls attached. You don't have to do this."

She looked at him like she would have taken all his self doubt into her hands and thrown them into the ocean if she could. Like she wanted to convince him that everything he had said wasn't true. Like he deserved the world. But she knew it wouldn't do much good in trying to tell him that, so she told him something she had hidden for years,

"You know, for years I thought that I didn't have a soulmate. Like I was one soul in the world that the universe had decided wasn't worthy of another." She took a deep breathe and continued. "And I guess I had kind of accepted it. Accepted the fact that there was no one for me out there.

So, imagine my surprise when one night I am in a dream which didn't feel like mine. Like I was almost looking at it through somebody else's eyes. I saw a man being killed in the alley in front of me, not so far away and for a split second, I thought my soulmate was dead. It was a silly thought, but I wasn't thinking much anyways.

But when you turned around and looked at me, it felt like all the pieces had come together. Like I had found the missing part of my life and I can't describe the feeling, it was just... nothing like I had ever felt before."

Bucky stared at her in awe. He couldn't believe his ears. He had never thought for a split second that maybe, just maybe, it was the same for her. The feeling of comfort, of peace, of everything coming together, the feeling of home.

" It was so surreal, I didn't even know what to do. So, I just stood there, dumbfounded, unable to move. And then I woke up suddenly, in my room and I had known exactly what it was. But I was scared. It was funny. I wasn't scared that I had just seen my soulmate committing murder, I was scared that I would never see him again. Like it was just a cruel game of fate.

The next day, I saw your picture in the newspaper. I didn't even bother to read what it was about. I just could recognize those blue eyes anywhere. And then I realised who you were. James Buchanan Barnes.

Bucky Barnes was my soulmate and I can't put a word to how I felt. It was a mix of emotions. There was exhilirating joy, pride, a mix of everything, but one thing that lingered in my mind was doubt. After everything you had been through, a soulmate was probably the last thing in the world you expected."

Bucky lightly chuckled at the irony. A soulmate was what he had least expected, but probably what he needed the most.

"I didn't want to burden you. You didn't deserve that." She said and that caught Bucky's attention. Burden? She could never be a burden to him. Did she realise that her being in his nightmares literally made him sort of like them? Did she know that after a bad day when everything felt like going to shit, her comfort brought him back. Told him this life was worth living. But he didn't say anything, She had more to say and he would never interrupt her.

"But then I saw you again. In another one of the dreams and when I looked at you, I could swear I could burn that place to the ground. That those people should have gotten a taste of what they did to you. And in that moment, I knew. I knew that I wanted to be there for you. With you. Even if you didn't want a soulmate, even if you didn't want me, I'd be there."

Bucky couldn't help the happiness that surged through him. He didn't berate himself this time when his heart skipped a beat thinking that she was his. That maybe the universe had taken pity on him and made her.

He had never been sure about a lot of things. But right now, here, he knew one thing for sure. He wanted her. He wanted to be with her. That maybe, if she wanted him too, the thought of being by her side for as long as he could, wasn't an unattainable dream after all. That maybe the saying that there is light at the end of the tunnel could apply to his life too. Maybe he didn't have to be in a nightmare to see her.

"I want you. I want to be by your side." He blurted before he could change his mind. And if the way she was looking at him in that moment was any indication, he had just made the best decision of his life. But he continued, "I just- I. am a mess. I-"

"It's okay. I'll wait. I have waited for you for years, what's a little more?" She said, that smile still adorning her face.

At that, he smiled. She knew exactly what was going on in his mind. He didn't have to explain anything to her. Maybe that was a part of their soulmate connection or he was just too easy to read around her.

And that was when Bucky knew, that she was right. Fate had led them to each other and he was exactly where he was supposed to be,

Then, she spoke up, breaking the silence, "Oh,, and Bucky, I am y/n."

And he looks at her like he just realised what love is.

And the sequel is here!!!  It’s called I think I saw you in my dreams once. 

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Hey um I’m literally craving some Druig smut Rn and was wondering if you could write something with Druig x a shy fem reader. Like Idek she is just all nervous and he’s all confident and cocky and just loves to tease her just to watch her face go all red-

Thank you so much ☺️☺️

All writing will be #writing-wh0re-requests.

Druig x Eternals Reader (Shy around Druig)

Words: 1,872

Warnings: Smut18+, Unprotected Vaginal Sex, Male Performing Oral, Praise Kink (both), Begging Kink (?), Slight Cocky Druig, Cum kink (?)

A/n: Not heaps of plot, mainly smut. I hope you enjoy this! I really like writing for Druig..

Please note, there are no spoilers in this! Use of characters only, no link to movie.

Druig Headcanon

Something Special - Smut18+

I love you - Smut18+

Masterlist

Druig always had a suave about him.

For thousands of years he found it funny to tease me, his little lingering touches, side smirks and fast winks, they always had my head cloudy and stomach erupt with butterflies.

“Bet you wish you could use your power on me huh.” I roll my eyes at Ikaris, training beside him was never a favourite task of mine.

“Who says she hasn’t?”

I feel my heartbeat pick up at Druig’s comment, his arms crossed over his chest, leaning against a nearby wall.

Ikaris chuckles, his eyes wandering over me, studying me almost.

“Doesn’t power absorption drain the recipient?” I flick my eyes over to Druig, a sly smirk on his lips. “If anything, Y/n makes me feel more empowered.”

“You can be a real dick Ikaris.” I spit, the taller man chuckling.

“You have a point Ikaris, but who said she’s using your power?”

Ikaris scoffs, shaking his head. What a cocky motherfuck.

I feel Druig’s body behind me, his warm breath fanning my neck, instantly causing goosebumps to liter my skin.

“Take my hand.”

My eyes flick down to his hand, his pinky softly brushing against my wrist. I look over my shoulder, the closeness of Druig causing both butterflies and arousal to pool between my thighs. Fuck, he smells so good.

Druig nods softly, encouraging me as I take his hand in mine, a small spark of purple light flicking between our palms.

“Get him to leave us alone, let everyone know you finally beat him in training.”

Druig’s free hand holds my hip, pulling my body against his more, the warmth of his chest radiating over my back, his cheek pressed to the side of my head, his whispered words causing shocks of electricity to flow up my spine.

“You’ve got this.”

His encouragement is all I need as Ikaris looks over at us.

“Am I interrupting something?”

“Actually Ikaris, you are.” I lace my fingers with Druig, a shudder racking my body as I absorb part of Druig’s power.

“Leave us Ikaris, don’t forget who you lost to today.” Ikaris's eyes glow a warm yellow before returning back to normal. Ikaris nods his head at the both of us before walking out of the room.

“Oh Ikaris.” Druig spins out of our embrace, his hand leaving mine. “Lock the door behind you.”

Ikaris turns, locking the door and pulling it closed as I feel heat filling my cheeks. The gym suddenly feels smaller than normal, my eyes fixated on Druig, a proud smirk on his face.

“Controlling the powerful Ikaris.” Druig chuckles closing the small gap between us, his hand brushing against my cheek. I feel my breathing become ragged, my heart hammering in my chest. “Only you can do that.”

My breath hitches slightly, his words causing a soft smile to dance across my lips. My eyes darted away from him.

“Why do I make you nervous darling?”

I open and close my mouth, no words forming as I try and think of something to say, anything. C’mon Y/n. You’re an eternal for fuck sake.

Druig chuckles, his lips brushing against my cheek before whispering.

“You make me nervous as well.”

He pulls back slightly, our eyes locking together, his roaming my face before flicking from my lips to my eyes.

I stand on my tippy toes, Druig’s hands instantly falling to my hips, pulling me against his chest, our foreheads pressing against each other. I wrap my arms around his neck pulling him down to me as the gap closes between us, our lips falling together in perfect sync.

His grip on my hips tighten as my tongue slips past his lips, swirling against his, my fingers raking through his hair.

Druig pulls away from our kiss, both of our chests raising and falling, his cheeks flushed and my filled with blush.

“Three thousand years.”

My eyebrows knit together in confusion as our eyes meet.

“I’ve waited three thousand years to kiss you.”

A burst of happiness panges my heart.

“Let’s not waste another second.” I smirk, pulling him closer to me by his leather jacket, our lips falling together once again, a soft moan leaving his lips.

His hands move down to my thighs, picking me up as I wrap my legs around his torso.

Our tongues fight against each other, his fingertips caressing the globes of my ass through my shorts.

Druig places me down on the gym’s bathroom sink. The cold bench caused a hiss to escape me.

He pulls away from me again, his eyes roaming over my body. A confidence surges through me as I pull my shirt from my skin, quickly unclasping my bra. Druig licks his lips, smirking as he slowly drags his fingers up my body, my eyes staying locked with his.

His hand gently cups my boobs, his lips parting before his face is buried in my cleavage, his mouth trailing kisses across each one, his tongue flicking over my nipples.

“Shit.” I gasp, his eyes flicking up to mine, his teeth pulling on my hard nipple.

Druig sucks hickies into my skin, swirling his tongue around each spot to soothe the pain.

“You’re so beautiful.”

I smile at his words, my mind still trying to figure out if this is really happening, after all this time.

His fingers loop in the waistband of my shorts, pulling them down my legs in one swift motion, his fingertips tracing my clothed core. A deep chuckle rumbles through his chest, his free hand tilting my head up to look into his eyes.

“Darling, who made you this wet?”

I whimper, wiggling my hips into his touch.

“Tell me darling.”

“Druig, you did.”

His eyes darken as his name passes my lips in a breathless moan.

“Mmm, say that again.”

His fingers press against my clit, the roughness of the lace brushing against my damp core.

“Druig.”

His proud smile sends arousal straight to my pussy, my clit throbbing against his finger before he slips past my panties, circling his finger around.

“Please” My plea causes a soft chuckle to leave his lips, his fingers sliding into me with ease as I gasp.

“Let me take my time darling, we’ve waited too long for me to rush.”

I nod in response, not trusting my voice or brain to form any words. Druig smiles, looking down at his fingers disappearing into my slick pussy, a low moan passing his lips.

“Good girl.”

My walls clench around him at the praise, his tongue clicking in response.

“Does my girl have a praise kink?”

My cheeks fill with blush again, a sly smirk on his face.

“You’re my good girl, aren't you baby?”

My walls flutter, a gush of wetness flowing through me.

Druig hums in response, his lips locking with mine, his other hand falling behind my neck as his fingers pump in and out of me. My chorus of moans becoming muffled by his lips, his thumb rubbing circles on my clit.

“Oh fuck.” I tilt my head back, his lips trailing down my neck, kissing his way down my body.

He keeps his fingers inside of me, his kisses trailing up and down my thighs, inches away from my dripping pussy each time.

“Please.”

“Say it love, tell me what you need.”

“You.”

He scoffs, shaking his head, his fingers pressing against my g-spot.

“More than that darling.”

“Fuck me, eat me, do something.”

“Needy little thing aren’t you.”

I groan in frustration, thrusting my hips up wanting his fingers to continue their pace. His tongue slips past my folds, my fingers instantly lacing in his hair, tugging on the strands as he laps my clit. His moan sends soft vibrations around my skin, his fingers slowly pulling out of me before sliding back in, his tongue swirling in different directions on my clit.

“Druig, yes.”

I feel his smile against my pussy, his pace picking up as electricity sparks though my legs. His free hand holds my hips down against the bench, completely devouring me as I feel my release build with every flick of his tongue and stroke of his fingers.

“I’m cumming.” Druig sucks my clit completely throwing me over the edge, my fingers pulling his hair as he groans loud. He sits back, looking over my body while sucking his fingers clean, butterflies completely taking over my stomach, my legs shaking with aftershocks from my orgasm.

“Look at you, all mine.”

“Only yours.”

Druig licks his lips, a smile dancing across his face.

“Druig?”

“Yes love?”

“Fuck me.”

Druig chuckles, slowly undoing his belt and slipping out of his clothes.

“Anything for you.”

His cock springs free, my lips parting as I take in the man before me, the man who’s taken over all of my dreams, the man who I have waited years for.

Druig looks at me raising his eyebrow, silently asking for permission as I nod.

“Please.”

His lips brush against mine, his cock running up and down my slit, collecting my wetness. Both of us moan loud as he slides inside of me, my walls fluttering around him, his cock twitching inside of me.

“Made for me.”

I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing down his neck as I mark his skin. My nails dig into his shoulder blades when his hips start moving, his cock sliding in and out of me.

Druig hisses, his face buried in crock of my neck, “Fuck, so tight.”

“So big.” My praise causes his cock to twitch inside of me again, a small smirk on my lips I pick up on his praise kink.

His cock slips in and out of me with perfect rhythm, our lips finding each other again, his hands roaming my body.

“You feel so good.”

My eyes roll back slightly, his cock massaging my walls perfectly, hitting every spot exactly where I need him.

“God Druig.”

“Again.”

I place my hand on his cheek, our eyes locking together.

“Druig, fuck.” I moan, biting my lip as he holds my leg up, hooking his arm under to get a deeper angle.

“Y/n, baby, fuck.”

My walls flutter around him, his pace picking up.

“Just like that, fill my pussy Druig, please.”

Druig moans loud, his head tilting back, lips parted and eyes squeezed shut. His fingertips dig into my skin as my eyes roll back, the feeling of both of us reaching our peaks washing over me, the warmth of his release filling me.

Druig stays buried inside of me for a few seconds, both of us savouring the feeling as he quickly pecks my lips.

“I hope to do that again sometime.”

I roll my eyes at him, playful shoving him before grabbing my clothes and getting changed.

“Let me know when and where.” I wink as he shakes his head smiling, his hands falling to my waist as he kisses me softly, lingering on my lips. I go in for another kiss before Ajak’s voice booms through the Domo.

“Y/n! Druig! What have I said about using each other’s powers on Ikaris!”

Druig grabs my hand, pulling me behind him as we run away from a furious Ikaris and disappointed Ajak.

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jealousy, jealousy

pairing: ceo!steve rogers x f!reader

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: smut at the end (can you tell steve has a domesticity k*nk because— 😳) unprotected sex so don't learn anything from my fics and use some damn protection

requested: by my best fren @roguese7en 🥰

What if ceo admits his feelings to his assistant reader and she is like "you only keep me around cause you like me ? Not because of my abilities , degrees , hardworking etc etc " and she start hyperventilating like oh no that's why all her colleagues hate her and all her hardwork is washed down the drain but ceo is like " no , no I did keep you around because of how hard you work at first and you still do but I just over the months realized you are so beautiful ...... shit it came out wrong , sorry I scared you . Wait ....... who hates you ?"

word count: ~3.3k

summary: steve plans on telling y/n how he feels by calling her to his house to help him with some paperwork. but it doesn't go as planned and lot of workplace secrets are revealed... thankfully, it all works out in the end

author's note: hiya peeps! so @roguese7en has already read this fic and she liked it so i just wanna post it here because it's high time i post something lmao enjoy!

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"Y/N? What are you still doing here?"

Caught in the act, Y/N looked up at her boss, Steve Rogers. He was frowning at her; though it seemed like more of a confused one rather than a disappointed one. "I, uh, I just—"

Y/N Y/L/N was the assistant of CEO Steve Rogers, who owned a massive company that also had international branches. He was widely known across the globe as well; every day, without fail at lunchtime he'd go out, only to return 2 hours later. And ever since Y/N began working for him, she spent her lunch break in his office rather than with all her other colleagues in the cafeteria.

Why? They all hated her. It wasn't like a discrete thing either, they were very open about it. They called her names, bullied her, and also often told her that the only reason Steve had hired her was because he found her to be physically attractive. They even insinuated that the two had a sexual relationship, and that's how she got her job. So her degrees were just useless, right?

She avoided them like the plague; she only ever spoke to Steve, and spent all her breaks alone. But that day, Steve had apparently come back earlier than usual, and caught her sitting on the couch in his office, going through her phone. He was incredibly confused; why wasn't she outside like the rest of his employees? His office was strictly out-of-bounds for loitering around.

"You know you can tell me, right?" Steve smiled softly, taking a seat behind his desk. Y/N had started working for the man around 2 years ago; she was the best damn assistant Steve could ask for. Not only because she was super hardworking, very intelligent and amazing, but also because he… he had a mild infatuation with her, AKA he was in love with her. The woman was simply brilliant.

She was kind of overqualified for the job as well; one day, he'd asked her why she didn't just open her own company and she'd replied that that was simply not her thing. She liked the work she was doing now; managing his timetable, arranging his meetings, looking after some of his work… Plus, he was paying her well, so why would she choose stressful work when this job existed?

That had earned her massive respect from Steve. As the two continued staring at each other, Y/N sighed. "I'm sorry, it won't happen again," she muttered, rubbing her neck. "I just wanna ask, why? I've also noticed you don't talk to anyone much; is there a particular reason why?" She shook her head. "I'm just… shy, I guess." Y/N decided not to snitch on anyone, since that would only make them hate her more.

"Understandable. Should we get to work again, then?" Y/N gave him a smile and nodded, checking his timetable on her phone. "Mr Stark is coming to meet you at 3 pm, if you remember," she reminded him and he nodded, running a hand through his hair. "Right, right."

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"Thanks so much for being here, Y/N, you are a literal angel, I swear." She chuckled bashfully at his words. "You're my boss, Mr Rogers, you know I'll do anything you ask me." Steve's mind immediately went to the gutters at her words and he cleared his throat. "Right, so there's some paperwork I need to finish and can't do it alone, so—"

"That's what I'm here for."

A few days had passed since their interaction in his office; they were at Steve's place, and it was very late at night. He'd sat doing paperwork the entire day but as the night rolled around, he realised that it was too much work for a single person. So he called the one person who he knew would never hesitate to help him— Y/N.

She'd showed up just a few minutes ago. Y/N sat down on a couch in his lavish sitting room, looking around. He lived in a luxurious skyscraper, and his apartment was easily 10 times bigger than hers. The living room was littered with comfortable couches and the view from the apartment was to die for. The "walls" were actually floor-to-ceiling windows.

She'd only ever seen an apartment like this on social media. And to be inside one? The one whose owner was her extremely hot boss? The feeling was unparalleled. Steve soon returned with two glasses and a bottle of champagne, sitting next to her with a sigh. "Oh, what's this?" Y/N blinked when he popped open the bottle, pouring the liquid into the glasses.

"I'm really tired of writing, can we start later?" She chuckled and accepted the glass from him. There was silence for a while as they had their first sip; Steve was the one who commenced a conversation. "So, how are you? Made any friends at work yet?" Looking down, she shook her head. "Nah, I don't know… maybe later." He nodded.

"Are you seeing someone?"

She tilted her head in confusion. "Asking because I thought maybe your boyfriend told you not to talk to anyone… some men are assholes like that." Y/N laughed at his words. "No, no, I don't have a boyfriend. Plus, even if I did have one, I'd certainly not date someone like that," she scoffed at the end, making Steve laugh as well. "Yeah. I'm single as well, ya know," he hinted softly.

Y/N looked at him, surprised. She genuinely didn't know, he kept his love life very secret. "You are? Seriously? No one wants to date you? Man, people have incredibly high standards then." Steve gave her a wistful smile. "It's not that, it's… the one I want probably doesn't want me. I know a lot of people who are interested in me, I'm just not interested in them." Y/N nodded.

Because to be honest, who wouldn't be interested in him? She herself had a huge, huge, huge crush on him; he was just so amazing. Kind, charming, funny, helpful, good looking… basically her type. "You can try telling her you like her, you know? I bet she'll say yes." The words were making her want to tear up.

Of course he didn't like her back, why would he? Surely he'd prefer someone with his shared social status. Hearing her response, Steve kept his glass down and turned to face her on the couch. "Alright, I'm gonna tell her." She gave him a grin, but was massively surprised when Steve took her hand, bringing it to his lips.

"I really, really like you, Y/N."

This was not happening.

They can't be right.

They just can't.

"You don't!" she screamed, standing up abruptly. Startled, Steve watched in shock as she pulled at her hair, her eyes filling with tears. "Y/N—" She furiously shook her head, pointing an accusatory finger at him. "So what, you— you just hired me because you think I'm cute? My degrees, my hard work, my qualifications just don't matter, huh?!"

Steve immediately realized the issue was a bit deeper. Not losing his cool, he stood up too and gently pulled her close. Y/N slammed her fists against his chest repeatedly until she completely broke down, collapsing against him. For two whole years, she'd put up with the harassment of her coworkers. Steve's eyes watered as well, seeing her sobbing in his arms was shattering.

He maneuvered them both onto the couch behind them, rubbing her back as he got her to calm down. She remained seated on his lap, her arms wrapped around the man's neck as he held her close. "Y/N, is there something you're not telling me?" She refused to lift her head off his shoulder, silently staring at the view behind him.

Steve waited a beat, before gently pulling her away, cupping her cheeks. "Speak to me, my love." She looked at him, teary eyed. "Did you really just hire me because of how I look?" Steve instantly shook his head. "Of course I didn't, darling. I looked at your qualifications, your hard work and your excellence. I fell in love with those traits, and eventually… fell in love with you too."

He frowned. "Doll, but why are you so paranoid about it?" Y/N shook her head, snuggling into his arms again. "They hate me," she whispered, "Everyone at work hates me. They call me names… They say I slept my way to be where I am today." Steve froze at her words, his body filling with unfathomable rage. "What?" he whispered in a menacing tone.

"It's true, you have to believe me! I have proof…" She took out her phone and showed him some of the chats from her coworkers; she only talked to them when absolutely necessary, but they still treated her like garbage. Steve read through the chats, his anger reaching new heights. How fucking jealous were they? Pushing a woman towards a literal breakdown and issues with self-esteem.

"They're just jealous," he assured her in a soft voice, already plotting several murders, "They're jealous because you work the closest to me. And I believe they have plenty of reasons to be jealous, because look at you. An angel. My angel." He held her close for some time more, running his fingers through her hair as she tried to calm herself down.

But then, after a while he noticed that she'd fallen asleep. Well, it was pretty late at night and although they didn't get any work done, Steve realized that both of them needed sleep. So, he stood up and carried her over to his room, placing her down on his bed. Just as he did, though, she blinked her eyes open. "I can't sleep in this."

Steve leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. "Will you allow me?" he asked her and she understood what he meant, nodding before falling asleep again. Y/N was dressed in a knee-length burgundy dress that had a zipper on the back. Steve delicately turned her on her side, pulling the zipper down before pushing the dress off of her.

Now she was laying in front of him in only her panties and a bra. Without trying any funny business, his first priority being her well-being, Steve also took off her bra and kept both the pieces of clothing away. Then he got up and went to his wardrobe, shuffling through it before finally settling on his softest t-shirt; a plain gray one. He went back to Y/N and got her into the t-shirt.

After that, Steve took off the suit he was wearing as well, putting on a pair of black sweatpants before getting into bed with her. He pulled her close to him and tugged the blankets over both their bodies, wrapping an arm around her waist. Y/N woke up at the contact, before promptly snuggling into Steve's arms again, now comfortable.

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In the morning, Steve was the one who woke up first. He looked down and saw Y/N deep asleep, enveloped in his arms. Smiling to himself, he gently untangled himself from her and got up, yawning as he went to the bathroom to get ready for the day. It took him about a half an hour; when he walked back into the bedroom, he saw her still asleep.

Deciding not to wake her up, he simply planted a quick kiss to her forehead and left the bedroom, closing the door behind him. He made himself some breakfast and finally, at 8 am, left for work. He'd decided to give Y/N a free day; after everything she had been through, it was deserved. Plus, today he had also called in a meeting with all his employees, to yell at them for how they treated Y/N.

If I can't kill them, yelling will have to do.

At Steve's apartment, Y/N stirred herself awake at 11 am. When she realized the time, she immediately sat up and called Steve, biting her lip. "Good morning, my angel, did you sleep well?" She blinked at his response. "Steve, why didn't you wake me up?" He chuckled. "Believe me, doll, you deserve a day off. And plus, you don't wanna be around for what I'm about to do to your coworkers."

She couldn't help but snort at that. "Are you gonna kill them?" she joked and he laughed on the other end. "I'm afraid that's illegal, sweetheart. I am going to reprimand them all, though. Don't leave my apartment, got it? You have all the amenities there; you wanna clean up? Extra toothbrushes in the cupboard above the sink. Clothes? Raid my wardrobe. Food? The kitchen's all yours, the pantry is stacked up."

She was smiling at his words. "I'll see you in the evening; we'll definitely complete our paperwork today." Y/N laughed and ended the call.

She made full use of Steve's apartment just like he told her to; took a refreshing bath in his jacuzzi tub, wore another one of his soft, white t-shirts and a pair of his clean boxer shorts before going to the kitchen and making herself some food. Then she sat lounging around the apartment; at one point standing near the floor-to-ceiling windows for 15 minutes straight, admiring the view.

Precisely at 6 in the evening Steve returned home; Y/N was in the kitchen fixing herself a snack when she saw Steve walk in. She immediately rushed towards him and into his arms, giving him a tight hug. Steve, meanwhile, admired the sight in front of him; the love of his life, wearing his clothes, being in his house, waiting for him to come home…

He couldn't get over how domestic it all was. And at the moment, all he wanted to do was haul her over his shoulder and take her to the bedroom. "You look so beautiful, my love," he whispered, placing a soft kiss on her lips before going south, kissing along her jaw and neck. Y/N let out a breathy moan at the sensation, and Steve's cock started hardening in his pants.

"I'm hungry too, sweetheart, let me have a taste…"

"Steve," Y/N whined as he hauled her over his shoulder like he had promised. They reached his bedroom and he placed her down on the bed, leaning in to place several kisses on her collarbone. She tugged on his tie and he haphazardly took it off, also taking off the rest of his clothes until he was in nothing but his briefs. Y/N's eyes slightly widened at the visible tent in his pants; he was big.

"You are so fucking good, sweetheart," he murmured happily as he inched the t-shirt she was wearing upwards. "Mm," she moaned as his hands groped at her breasts. She cried out his name when he took a nipple in his mouth, biting on the perked bud. "All mine, aren't you?" Y/N nodded but Steve stopped his actions, raising an eyebrow at her. "Say it, baby, I love your voice so much."

"A-All yours, Stevie," she whimpered and he smirked, his hands sneaking down to rest on her hips, close to the waistband of the shorts. "Can't wait to see that pretty little cunt of yours, I'm going to ruin it," he promised and tugged on the shorts, leaving her bare in front of him. "Fuck, so beautiful," he hissed and her hips jumped up when two of his fingers ran over her wet folds.

"And so wet, too, how perfect," he praised her and a shiver ran down her spine. He knelt in front of her until he was eye-level with her dripping cunt. "I can already tell this is going to be my new favourite taste in the world," he whispered and Y/N shrieked his name when his tongue flicked at her clit. "Yes, baby, keep screaming my name, tell everyone you're mine," he hummed as he continued eating her out. "Stevie, fuck," she sobbed, her fingers tangling in his hair.

She had never felt this good with anyone before. Steve was actually making her see stars before her eyes. "Look at you, you're gushing," he chuckled, pulling away for a second. Y/N noticed the way his chin and lips were shining, coated in her juices. "And it tastes so sweet, too. Cum for me, baby, come on." He increased his speed and Y/N's legs involuntarily closed around his head.

He grabbed her thighs and held them apart as he made her fall apart on his tongue. With one last swipe of his tongue on her clit, Y/N came undone. Steve let out a grunt as he greedily lapped up all that she had to offer. She slumped on the bed. With a smack of his lips against her folds, Steve pulled away, making a show of licking his lips. "Fucking amazing, baby, you're so fucking good to me," he smiled as he lay on top of her, caging her underneath him.

"Stevie," she murmured and wrapped her arms around him, bringing him in for a kiss. "Y/N/N, baby," he whispered back in between the kisses they exchanged. Then he shrugged off his briefs, allowing his impressive length to jump out and hit his lower abdomen. Y/N's almost drooled as he reached for the bedside drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube from it.

He poured some of it on his palm and covered his cock with it, turning to Y/N. She tentatively reached for it; he hissed when her fingers came in contact with his cock. "Fuck, babe, shit, ah," he moaned as she gripped it, slowly moving her hand up and down his length. "That feel good?" she smiled a little. "Feels fucking amazing," he replied, desperately trying to hold himself back because her hands were magic.

When he felt himself unable to hold back, he pushed Y/N's hand away. Roughly grabbing her hips, he adjusted her on the bed and got on top of her, sliding into her warm cunt in one fluid motion. Both of them cried out that the sensation, Y/N's hands reaching up to grab his biceps. "Steve, oh God, fuck!" she screamed as his hips snapped back and forth at blinding speeds. "God? I've only ever heard daddy before, but God sounds good," he chuckled cockily.

Sweat dripped down Y/N's forehead as she moved like a rag doll against Steve's powerful thrusts. Another knot started forming in Y/N's abdomen as Steve reached spots inside her she didn't even know she had that felt so good.

He was also trying his hardest to hold back. "Mm, fuck, fuck!" Y/N whined as she felt her orgasm fast approaching. "Gonna cum again, doll?" he panted and she nodded furiously, her eyes screwed shut. "Good, I'm close too. Let go for me, angel, I'm right here," he assured her and the knot inside her broke. Y/N let out a pornographic moan as she relaxed against the bed, coming all over Steve's cock. He bit her shoulder to muffle his sounds of pleasure; the way her cunt was clenching over his cock...

He couldn't hold himself back either. Steve shouted her name as he pulled out of her, stroking himself a couple times before spilling his release over her stomach and chest. He slumped on top of her as both of them simply stayed there, catching their breaths. "Well, wasn't this a perfect welcome home?" he grinned cheekily and Y/N laughed tiredly, slapping his chest.

"I need another bath now," she pouted and Steve immediately stood up, carrying her bridal style towards the bathroom. "We can share the bath. Then we'll have dinner, and then we can finally finish yesterday's paperwork, okay?"

"Okay, but no drinking this time."

"Come on, bunny..."

"No, Stevie."

"Ugh, okay, fine."

"Good boy."

"Stop that."

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[pellucid-constellations]

Counting

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Time heals all wounds. Bucky’d been holding onto that proverb ever since blip. But time had never been particularly kind to him, so he opted to keep track of the sweet girl’s in his apartment building instead, the one that made him banana bread and took him to diners at two in the morning. Sometimes, you didn’t keep the same schedule. That made Bucky panic.

Word count: 3.8k

Warnings: Angst, Bucky has some self doubt </3

a/n: I haven’t written mcu Bucky in quite a while so here we are with tfatws!bucky! Let me know what you think!! Feedback is always so appreciated and makes me want to write more :)

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Masterlist

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It was five o’clock.

In twenty minutes, Bucky would be able to hear you banging up the chipped pavement of the stairwell even though there was a perfectly good elevator in the lobby. In twenty minutes, you would huff into your living room as he’d seen you done countless times, hang up your bag, and then give his door a delicate knock as if he hadn’t heard you the second you made it to the third floor. In twenty minutes, the uncomfortable twinge in Bucky’s chest would finally uncoil.

Call it Steve’s fault, but Bucky was a worrier; when his best friend had a frame that could blow away in the wind, paired with a near constant death wish, worrying became a constant fixture. So when you stumbled into his life and stayed there, all of that concern got directed toward you.

You didn’t seem to mind.

It took two weeks after Bucky moved in for you to knock on his door. You needed sugar, you told him, but Bucky was pretty sure you did not need sugar. You stood in his doorway and shifted the weight between your feet every minute, going on about some cake you were making.

“And I’ll bring you some when I’m finished, promise!”

You brought back banana bread the next day, which—decidedly—wasn’t cake. But Bucky didn’t have time to point that out as you pushed past him and sought out his kitchen, cracking open the Tupperware and talking to him for eighteen minutes by his empty counter space.

You didn’t comment on the bareness of his unit or on the blanket that lay wrinkled on the living room floor. You didn’t even give him a sidelong glance when you popped open his fridge to find it practically barren. Instead, you invited him to the farmers market two days later, and then continued to do so every Saturday.

The first time he went with you, he counted the stitching on the shoulder of your sweater every time the crowds closed in just a bit too much. It wasn’t a debilitating feeling, but the two minutes it took to count the thirty-six lines of thread were just enough to ground him.

The second time he went with you, you held his hand instead, and that made the fifty-two minute outing go by in a single moment. He was nervous almost the entire time and couldn’t tell if you wanted to hold his hand or if you were doing it out of pity, but each time you smiled up at him, the morning sun reflecting in your eyes, he found that it didn’t matter all that much.

The third time he went with you, he lost you by the peach stand. It wasn’t a big deal; the farmer’s market only took up about one block, so he was sure to find you in just a few minutes. But the more he spun in circles, the more Bucky began to feel the kind of panic he hadn’t felt since Steve went missing outside that rundown diner in 1938.

Three minutes—still gone.

Five minutes—Bucky’d already gone up and down the expanse of the market and you were nowhere.

Eight minutes and he had just about given up, the unreasonable shakiness in his hands both embarrassing and overwhelming. You were an adult and Bucky knew that. Before him, you had gone plenty of places by yourself and made it out completely intact. But it was different now; Bucky had the pleasure of being known by you, and that was rare for him.

So it was different now.

“Bucky!” you shouted, breathless and unseen. Bucky spun one last time to find you struggling with your bag, just a few feet from him. “Bucky, I’ve been looking for you everywhere! Some guy knocked me over by the peaches and the stand owners had to help me out. That guy just absolutely ruined my jeans.”

The breath locked in his throat was finally released, the tremble up his spine dissipating. He took a glance down at your knee to find the material there ripped and the skin beneath covered in adhesives. You were fine—a little torn up, but fine.

Bucky decided to concentrate all of his earlier fear into an angry protectiveness instead. “Who the hell pushed you?”

You rolled your eyes with a playful smile. “Come on, Buck. I’m sure he didn’t do it on purpose. You know how the people around here get about their fruit. Let’s just go home, yeah?”

With your hands patting his chest in encouragement, Bucky tried his best not to think about why someone would be pushing you on purpose. How that simple ‘guy by the peach stand’ might’ve seen the pardoned assassin holding your hand and taken it out on you.

You didn’t give Bucky much time to stew in his thoughts; you brought up going home again, and even though you were living in different units, the way the word sounded on your lips was large enough to find a place in every corner of his mind.

It was 5:25 now. You were five minutes late. This happened sometimes—when the office had more work than usual or the streets were too packed to walk comfortably. Each time left a lump in Bucky’s throat as he sat and watched the clock. Each time he felt a sliver of undeserved entitlement as he remembered that you weren’t his to worry about; you could be on a date right now and he would have no business listening at the door.

God. Bucky could just imagine the way that would feel, to hear you stumbling out of the elevator with a giggle that wasn’t meant for him. Because you would definitely take the elevator even though you hated it. You were like that: always letting others push their way in front of you with a smile. As if it brought you joy to place your needs in boxes that fit beneath the feet of others.

Bucky wanted nothing more than to open each of those boxes with his right hand.

The chime of the elevator. He paused.

Whoever was coming out was taking far too long to be you. You lived your life at an unsteady pace, always pushing forward with haste, and recently, dragging Bucky along behind you. When he heard the tennis-ball-covered feet of Mrs.Chen’s walker from across the hall, he let out a sigh. At least you hadn’t taken the elevator.

But that also meant that you were now twenty minutes late, and the last time that happened the subway was down and you ended up walking home by yourself. You didn’t want to inconvenience anyone by asking for a ride. Bucky had reprimanded you the second you got home.

He should just text you.

You texted him all the time. He didn’t always respond, almost afraid that he would reply to Sam’s messages by accident, but you never seemed to be upset by that. And he was glad; your small messages throughout the day were, oftentimes, the only thing that got him smiling.

I’m thinking of bringing pizza home for dinner, you want any?

This guy in my office keeps taking his shoes off and I’m about to throw them out the window.

I think I should get a cat. Or maybe you should get a cat bc you’re home more. Then I can visit the cat. Like joint custody?

I miss you! Want to watch movies tonight?

You hadn’t sent him a single message all day.

He was going to text you. Just a quick text to make sure you were okay. You wouldn’t think that was weird—you told him to text you more, actually. His phone lit up as he rolled it around in his hands, and then a metal thumb pressed the button to unlock it.

Hello, just checking in. Are you okay?

Sent at 5:48pm.

Bucky cringed at the formality; you never talked to him like that, and although he was often lost for words around you, he didn’t mean to sound so stiff. Maybe he should’ve said hey instead of hello? Well, it was a little late for that now, the blue bubble on the screen taunting him as he sat on his living room floor.

He ran an exasperated hand over his face and leaned his head against the wall. One minute with no response, and then ten, and then twenty. Bucky was half tempted to go down to your office and see if you had even made it to work today. But you weren’t his to worry about; he had no place marching down to your boss and asking your whereabouts.

That fact didn’t make going to bed any easier, the hardwood panels against his back digging into the tension there, creating indents in skin not so easily marked. The dryness in his eyes ached as he tried to close them, but visions of you were quick to make them snap open and flutter. The microwave clock read out 12:05 am by the time his droopy lids made their descent.

It didn’t last long.

Bucky hadn’t had many nightmares recently. Not since you. Tonight though—tonight, you were the star of the cruel scenes in his mind, the victim of his tainted imagination. Someone had found you, someone related to hydra or one of the families he ruined. And they were angry; they were angry at the Winter Soldier and knew where to hit him hard.

You.

With a gasp and scream he couldn’t quite hear yet, he shot up from the cold ground. Sweat lined his brow and his shirt shifted uncomfortably on his neck and everything seemed so much worse now because you hadn’t come home and his mind just reminded him of what that could mean.

On shaky legs, Bucky stumbled toward the door. He didn’t care if you thought he was crazy or if you had someone over. He needed to see you okay. Steve’s old pocket watch that hung by the front door let him know that he had only been asleep for an hour and forty-two minutes. So, it was 1:47am when he swung his door open and was met by your sweet, worried face.

You were wearing the pajamas your mom got you last Christmas and your bottom lip was tugged painfully between your teeth. You looked like you were about to knock, but also like you were on the verge of running back through your still open door to the left.

When Bucky’s wild eyes finally met yours, a small sound left the back of your throat. “Are you okay?” you asked, a whisper thrown down the wide hall.

“Am I–?” Bucky’s question was half a tone too quiet for your ears, but his arms were around you faster than the words had left his lips.

He hugged you for two minutes, long enough to recognize your breath against his neck and feel your heart racing against his. He kept a firm hand on the back of your head and the other one flat against your back—both to ground him more than you.

It took three minutes for the embarrassment to creep in. Bucky realized rather quickly that he was standing out in the hall with you smashed against his chest for the world to see, and even worse, that you had made no effort to rip yourself away. That left him to inch away from you at a painstakingly slow speed; him to try and collect this awkward encounter at two in the morning.

“I, uh—” he began, the hand that wound itself in your hair now scratching at the back of his neck. “M’sorry, I just woke up. Must’ve still been out of it when I went to open the door.”

You were quick to interrupt. “You don’t have to be sorry. But…are you okay?”

“Yeah—Yes, ‘course I’m fine. I was probably sleep walking s’all.”

Your gaze flitted between Bucky’s eyes, your brow furrowed. He knew that look; you didn’t believe Bucky one bit, but you weren’t going to call him out on it.

Instead, you simply asked him, “Are you hungry?”

~~

The diner on Ash street was a fifteen minute walk from the apartment. Bucky figured it might only be a ten minute walk if he’d ever go by himself, but with you, it was a fifteen minute walk. He was okay with that.

After wrapping you in just about every coat from your coat closet, Bucky agreed to accompany you to the unnecessarily cozy, twenty-four hour diner you made him look up on Yelp about a month ago.

“We gotta see if it’s good first, Buck. If the people say it’s garbage, then it’s garbage.”

Bucky didn’t understand Yelp all that much, but ‘the people’ claimed that there were good pancakes, so Ash Diner became a regular spot for the two of you.

With your arm linked in his and your beanie slightly askew, you braved the New York winter for some pancakes. Bucky could see the way the air was slowing you down, the way the white puffs that left your lips burned into your lungs as well. But you never said anything; you smiled up at him instead, and Bucky was once again reminded of the boxes he was most likely standing on.

His boot scuffed against the rubber welcome mat spelling out the diner’s name in chipped acrylic. The skin on his cheeks prickled with a sweltering heat the second the doors opened. Although that would likely bring an embarrassing flush to his face, he was grateful for the feeling as he watched you shed your many layers, relief settled in your brow.  

“Let’s sit in the back, yeah?”

He’d go just about anywhere you asked him to.

“Sure, sweetheart.” He was getting used to the endearment on his lips. He hadn’t used it since the 40s, but it had slipped out when you came home crying over that bunny that got hit on third street. It almost seemed impossible to stop using it on you now.

You ordered too much food. You always did that when you thought Bucky was having a bad day, extra pie pushed his way with a feigned disinterested gaze. So when cheap plastic slid against the laminate table top, the edge catching on worn plastic, he knew he really hadn’t convinced you that he was okay in the hall.

Maybe it was the lingering hug and the way he held you like you were about to be ripped from his safety.

For the sake of his pride, Bucky hoped it was just because of his mused hair and the way his eyes had trouble focusing.

“Let’s each get a question,” you prompted, a small smile pressed into the space between you.

Bucky glanced up from his—your—cherry pie. “Been a little while since we’ve done that.”

“All the more reason.”

“I don’t think you’re gonna ask the same questions as you used to.”

“All the more reason,” you repeated. Your smile wasn’t as bright, but it was still there—an offer of comfort in an otherwise stiff situation.

Bucky placed his fork beside his plate and took the time to make it level with the napkin. He rounded his glass to sit at the top of the symmetrical picture he had created and let out a deep sigh that seemed to creak with the booth as he leaned back. He was stalling, but you would allow that; you always gave him two minutes before it was time to really talk.

This time, you gave him two minutes and thirteen seconds. “Would you like to go first?”

Bucky huffed out a silent laugh. “That your question?”

“Very funny, Bucky,” you rolled your eyes. “Guess I’ll go then.” A pause—unnecessary because Bucky already knew what you were going to ask. “What was your nightmare about?”

“I didn’t have—”

You moved so quickly that your knee bumped the underside of the table. “We only do this if we tell the truth, Barnes. You be honest and I be honest. That way we’ll know we can always go to each other.”

He knew the rules.

But maybe lying was better than freaking you out. Maybe if he omitted the dream altogether, you wouldn’t slam your door in his face and make him return the key he always pressed into his palm when he gripped his keyring.

“I uh—” he began, the way your face would look if he lied already making his throat constrict. “Well you didn’t come home and you weren’t answerin’ me so I think I just kinda…”

“Oh, Bucky.”

You reached across the table, your fingers playing with his as you blinked up with furrowed brows. He loved when you touched him this way, when you reached out without thinking and pressed your skin to his without practice. It was as if you were so used to him that to touch him was so simple, so ingrained in your being. And it had been a long time since someone thought of him in that way.

“Buck, I’m so sorry I didn’t let you know I was going to be late. My family was freaking out about something and I had to rush over right after work. I know you wait for me to get home and I should’ve said something. God, you were probably so worried and I didn’t even check my phone—”

“Hey,” he interrupted, flipping your hand over to trace patterns into your palm. “It’s not your job to babysit me. I know I’m a little… much.”

You set your drink down with a harsh clang, your other hand still tenderly held between Bucky’s own. “You aren’t ‘a little much’, Bucky. Who told you that?”

“Well. No one. But I’m always followin’ you around and now I’m waking you up in the middle of the night. Wouldn’t really blame ya if you were thinkin’ it.”

With a steady sigh, you eased your hand away from his, and Bucky was sure that this was it. He had finally breached the topic of his unwarranted codependence and you were going to pull away. He was too much, you deserved more, and there was never a chance that someone like you would end up with someone like him.

No matter how much you tried to ease the wrinkle between his brow with your soft eyes.

“It’s your turn for a question,” you whispered, causing Bucky to turn away from the window. “Ask a good one.”

He watched you blink—twice—and then rub your thumb over the inside of your wrist. An act of comfort, he figured. He’d impressed the same motion upon your skin many times; when you got too cramped on the subway. When you were so sick you couldn’t even keep soup down.

When he had a nightmare and the hall was the only place that brought him solace.

“How much longer?”

“For what, Bucky?”

He let his eyes shut for a moment before he replied, “How much longer do you think I’ll get to see you like this? Before you—I don’t know… move on? I don’t think a boyfriend’ll really be comfortable with you hanging around someone like me. And I’d get it, you know? I just… a timeframe, maybe?”

This time, when you blinked, your head shook as well. A grimace, as if you'd been punched, took over your features, and Bucky wasn’t sure if that look hurt more than your impending answer. He hated to see you upset, avoided it like the plague. And yet here he was, putting you through the wringer, it seemed.

“I didn’t mean for that to—”

“I don’t think I’ve been very clear, Bucky,” you began, tone even and clear. “I don’t have any intentions of ‘moving on’. And I’m not completely sure, but I don’t think my boyfriend would have any problems with you being around me since he would be—well. You.” A pause to glance up at his nonplussed expression. “Hopefully.”

The air at the table was silent for two minutes, and Bucky took that time to appreciate you under the dim fluorescents of the restaurant. And he had done so before—every time he came here with you he stole at least four glances—but this time, this time, you had just told him that you had no intention of letting him go.

With Bucky, came a lot of baggage, and he understood that. Mandated therapy, nightmares about someone he didn’t remember; a man out of time, with many, many hang ups. So he took whatever you would give him. He took your text messages and the quick trips to the farmers market and he kept his feelings to himself. He let himself smile when you came over and he rubbed up your back when you fell asleep on his couch but he didn’t do that too much—he didn’t want to drive you away.

But as you sat there, one of his sweaters bunching up at your wrists, your hair mused from the hat he had forced on your head before he’d let you out of the apartment, Bucky allowed himself to want more. Because you were offering more and you were aware of what that would entail.

So somehow, with the fake leather booth creaking behind your back and the broken light flickering above your head every thirty-seven seconds, you looked more beautiful than any other time Bucky had looked up at you. Maybe because this time, he was really looking at you—not just a glance he considered stolen but a glance that belonged to him.

“Can I have another question?” Bucky finally got out, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Was that it?” you asked, a laugh bubbling up into your tone, a softness to your features that Bucky hadn’t allowed himself to notice before.

Bucky saw it this time, and he reciprocated it, clear as day.

His next question was unnecessary—you’d already made your intentions clear. But Bucky couldn’t get over the idea of you being his. That when you came home late, the panic in his chest would be warranted, because if you were hurt, it’d be his girl that needed him. Not just his next door neighbor. That when you held his hand going down the street and borrowed his jacket at night, it was because you wanted to, not just because you felt bad.

That Bucky, even with all of his caveats and everything he was working through, was enough for you; that you wanted him, just as much as he wanted you.

So even though his next question was unnecessary, the man from a different time—not the one with the nightmares, but the one that would’ve taken you out dancing and called you the prettiest dame he’d ever seen—still had him asking.

“Be my girl?”

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[buckyhoney]

𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: needy bucky & cockwarming, here is a little something- not really sure how i feel about this one ://

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: bucky barnes x reader

𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤/𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 & 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝! 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭/𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬!

𝟏𝟖+ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+, language, unprotected sex, cockwarming

It was well past midnight, but Bucky's tossing and turning have kept you up. He'd pull your waist towards his torso, grabbing at your thighs, or practically laying on top of you- but for whatever reason, he couldn't get close enough.

Bucky was having one of those nights that no position was comfortable. He grunted and groaned as he finally opened his eyes in defeat.

"Love..." Tapping you on the shoulder, he whispered.

He hated to wake you up, but he knew you'd know what to do. Luckily for you, it was the weekend, and you didn't have to be up for work in the morning. Moaning into the pillow, just about to fall asleep, you turn around- facing him.

"Yes?" Opening your eyes and looking at him, you knew what he was about to say.

"Can't sleep..." The quiet voice was shy and almost embarrassed.

Reaching over to read the time on your phone, you huffed, shimming out of your underwear. The only way of getting as close as you could be, was for him to be inside you.

"Take these off." Motioning towards his briefs.

Confused, Bucky removes his underwear. Half asleep, you reach before the blanket, stroking his cock. A low groan escapes him, still unaware of how this would help him fall asleep.

"What are you doing?" He moans as his cock becomes fully hard.

"It'll help." Scooting over, you put your leg over him, allowing you room to slip inside him.

Bucky whines, bucking his hips upward- causing your walls to clench around him in pleasure. You place your hand on his hip, stopping any further movements.

"Don't move," You moan, adjusting yourself on top of him.

As you settle yourself, you nuzzle into his chest. Bucky's heart rate steadies, and his body relaxes. Bucky understands the idea and wraps his arm around you, finally close enough to you.

Every once in a while, one of you would move a little too much- causing a frustrated moan. Bucky loved knowing you're as close as you could be, the intimacy of just being together like this.

"Better?" You mumble into his chest, falling asleep again.

Bucky nods, finally able to drift to sleep.

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[get-your-fics]

Oh please could I request a Druig x reader fic?

Maybe where Druig is jealous and has an argument with the reader in front of the others because he thinks she’s sleeping with Ikaris?

They’re yelling at each other and he uses his powers on her to get her to tell the truth - thinking she would say she’s been sleeping with Ikaris - only for her to admit she’s in love with Druig! When she wakes up from the mind control she’s heartbroken and betrayed that he did that to her.

ooh i'm loving the angst! thank u nonnie for the request <3

word count: 636

Druig had been acting weird recently.

Weirder than normal, that is. He had always been rather distant and cold, at least to the others, but he seemed to have a soft spot for you. That was why you found it strange when he had started to ice you out as well. Not talking to you, spending less time with you. Only staring, watching, observing – especially when you were with Ikaris.

You had just returned from the village with Ikaris, laughing at something he had said. You hadn't even noticed Druig lurking in the corner when you breezed in until you heard him scoff. You snapped your head to see him glaring at you. He pushed off of the wall with a roll of his eyes and was about to leave when your voice stopped him in his tracks.

"What's your problem?"

You noticed the rest of the room went silent as you spoke. The others froze, drawn away from what they were doing and watching you both carefully.

Druig turned to face you, crossing his arms over his chest. "Nothing," he said in a way that made it clear it was certainly not nothing. "Just thought you were better than that, that's all."

You furrowed your brow. "Better than what?"

"Falling for his lines." He gave Ikaris a knowing look. "Let me guess: he took you to watch the sunset? I heard that's the fastest way for him to get a woman on her back."

You took a threatening step towards him, and Ikaris was on you in a second, his grip tight on your arm. "Don't let him get under your skin," he hissed in your ear.

"That's right, allow him to hold you back," Druig continued to jeer you.

You gritted your teeth, your eyes glued to him before you. You were used to him agitating everyone else with his little quips to the point of violence, but never you. "What's wrong with you?"

"Why don't you tell me?" You thought you saw past the hardness in his eyes to something else, something akin to pain.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Do you take me for a fool?" He clenched his jaw, his hands curling into fists at his sides. "Fine. If you won't tell me, then I'll just have to make you."

You opened your mouth to protest, but your words died on your tongue as your jaw went slack. Your eyes glazed over as he rooted around inside your brain, like he was searching for the answer to a question you didn't know. Be honest. His voice seemed to echo inside your head. Tell me the truth. Stop lying.

"I'm in love with you!" you blurted. You hadn't even realized the words came from you at first, but as soon as they left your lips, his hold on you released. You drew in a deep breath like you had been deprived of oxygen.

It was like time had come to a standstill. Everyone was staring at you, wide-eyed, like the air had been sucked from the room. All traces of anger had vanished from Druig's appearance, and he looked genuinely shocked. The weight of what he had just done and what you had said settled on you. You started to shake, and your vision went blurry as your eyes welled with tears.

"You..." you couldn't even finish the sentence, "you promised..."

He called your name softly. "I'm sorry–"

You didn't care to hear the rest of his apology or his excuses. You turned on your heel away from him before the first tear fell, easily shirking off Ikaris' grip on you. You stomped out of the room, ignoring his pleas and cries for you to wait behind you.

You were in love with him, and he had betrayed your trust.

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[milkytheholy1]

Are you happy?

Wanda Maximoff x FReader

Minor spoilers for Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness

Ultimate Masterlist. Marvel Masterlist.

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"C'mon, mom, join us!" Billy begged, him and his brother were tugging on Wanda's arm; forcing her to join them on the couch. She sent you a look of help, eyes desperate but you knew she was only joking.

"Help me~" she mouthed out with a smile, you simply shook your head and laughed, "Sorry, it's out of my hands." you shrugged. You stood back in the kitchen, stirring a small bowl of ice cream, a fleeting smile on your lips. Just this morning you were laughing with your neighbour Ralph about the cats constantly crushing the tulips in his garden, though you caught the true perpetrator seconds later.

Or more accurately, perpetrators. Plural.

A football (soccer) came tumbling over the flowers, crushing them completely by force. Ralph almost blew a gasket, growing red in the face and nearly tearing his newspaper. Billy and Tommy soon came running over, their faces filled with apology "Ooooh, my bad." Tommy muttered out.

You pointed a glare at them both, trying your hardest to look annoyed, "Boys, what do we say?" They both sighed, looking down before meeting the eyes of Ralph, "We're sorry, Mr Bonner."

"We didn't mean to, Tommy just kicked the ball too hard." Billy confessed earning a jab from Tommy, "Dude!" looks like Billy had just ratted his brother out. Ralph sighed, waving the two boys off, "Water under the bridge, boys."

The pair dashed away back inside, taking their tulip crusher with them. Ralph let out a small chuckle, old eyes crinkling with a smile, "I'll never understand how you and Wanda deal with them."

"Aw, they're not too bad, Ralph." you started moving back into the house, hearing Wanda with a grumpy tone could only mean she had caught wind of the boys' accident. And a grumpy Wanda meant a grumpy household.

"Same time again tomorrow?" you asked Ralph, to which he nodded "See you then, my dear." he then hobbled away to his own home. When you had entered your beautiful home, you were just nearing the end of Wanda's rant to the boys.

"How about some ice cream?" you suggested to lighten the mood, although Wanda disapproved at first she eventually came around and that's what led you to this moment. Watching her with the boys, sat on the couch with a bowl of strawberry ice cream in her hands. You had never seen her smile so wide, never seen her laugh so loud.

You were so happy, you don't think anything could ruin this moment.

"Hey, (Y/N), my beautiful wife, could you get that extra cosy blanket from upstairs. I think it's on our bed?" Wanda asked, tilting her head backwards to catch your eyes. The boys were bouncing beside her, no doubt on a sugar high, you beamed, "Of course, my darling."

You charted upstairs, going off to your shared bedroom where, of course, there was no blanket. You began lifting up the bedding, even looking under the bed but nothing.

"'On the bed' she said, on the bed my ass." you huffed out. Just as you opened the closest door a loud bang erupted from downstairs, then screaming...it sounded like...THE BOYS!

You dashed downstairs, possibly faster than the speed of light; what you saw you couldn't comprehend. There was a large hole - or maybe portal - besides your t.v, the couch had been flung to the other side of the room along with some toys and the carpet. 

The boys were hiding behind the railing of the stairs, whimpering. A woman was crawling towards them, she perched on the last step trying to reach them, but she was hesitant. The woman looked recognisable, just enough. The ginger looks were something you hadn't seen for a long time, but you knew it was her.

"Wanda?" you all but muttered out, tilting your head in confusion. She turned to you with red eyes and tear-stained cheeks, she left the boys, eyes solely on you as you took another step down.

That was Wanda alright, just not your Wanda. You noted her black fingertips, the chard ends of her cape, the cuts and scrapes along her skin. The more you descended the stairs, the more Wanda broke on the inside just from seeing you. She tried to make a move toward you, but you took a protective step back, making yourself taller than her in the process. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you could faintly see the shape of another body lying on the ground, taking a quick glance you caught your Wanda. She was batted and bruised, a small cut was gushing blood from her forehead. You felt your insides burn, if you weren't already on high alert just from seeing this woman in your home then you definitely were now.

There was an emotion on this other Wanda's face that you couldn't quite grasp, something between anxiety and heartbreak. A soft whimper brought you back into reality, your sons were cowering away from her, they were scared and that made you angry. 

You turned back to Wanda with a glare, "Whoever you are, stay the hell away from my family." Your hands lit up, blades of light being your only weapon to stop her. It was your power, after all, manipulating light, bending it to your will. 

This other Wanda had begun crying, arms stretching out to you then coiling back in around her chest, "No, I-I'm your wife...it's me, p-please." she was begging. You took more steps down the stairs until you stood in front of her, the blades you carried creating a yellow aura around you both. Only mere inches away from her, you looked her up and down with hate "You're not my wife, you're a monster."

The other Wanda stepped back, wounded by your words. She repeatedly shook her head, eyes glowing red once more. You stood in front of the boys, protecting them with every last ounce of your life; if it came to that.

"No," Wanda growled out, her hands grew red, a much deeper colour than her eyes. Suddenly your body felt encapsulated, unable to move a single muscle. The boys' pleas fell on deaf ears as you were thrown against a wall, your body forcing itself through to the kitchen.

By now, your actual wife, your Wanda had regained consciousness. She stood on wobbly legs, looking towards you with a gasp. Billy and Tommy sprinted to her side, soon moving to you when their mother went to fight. 

"You can't make them love you." her voice rung out, she wasn't just angry anymore, she was enraged. How dare someone come after her family, after all she had been through.

"I've done it before," the other Wanda huffed out, her voice echoing with darkness; there was almost something cold and lifeless about her tone.

"That wasn't real love." by now you stood by your wife's side, she was almost surprised to see you up so quickly. The other Wanda looked to you, tilting her head and emphasising that begging tone again, "Please, I can be just like her...if not better." 

You shook your head, shooting your hand towards the ground as another blade of light formed "You won't have her love."

The other Wanda stopped, her eyes returning back to their normal colour, her hands no longer glowing blood red. She looked back to Billy and Tommy, the fear in their eyes was something she never wanted to see. She then looked towards you, even though you hid it well, Wanda could still see you were scared.

Wanda crumbled to the ground and began to cry, red mist flowing from under her as her knees hit the ground. You approached this other Wanda with caution, still holding the light blade with care. You took her chin into your hands, showing a small sign of sympathy "You can't force people to love you, Wanda. I can't imagine what you lost to get you to this point, but you have to look around and question, was it worth it?"

No matter how she looked or what she did, she was still a Wanda. The way you saw it, this was still your wife, your wife Wanda. On your wedding day, you had promised to love Wanda no matter what, and today it appeared this was the no matter what.

"I-I don't have anyone, I'm alone." she closed her eyes, fresh tears falling down her cheeks. You rubbed them away with the tip of your thumb, "You're never alone, Wanda. No matter what multiverse you're from, I will always love you."

More tears began to fall, and that's when you saw the girl through the portal. She looked equally, if not more, scared than you. You could see the cuts on her face, see the damage in the background. You then looked to the Wanda beneath you.

She was covered in blood and knowing her strength, it wasn't her own. You could smell the fire, she stunk of smoke and ashes. This may have been a Wanda, but you couldn't excuse what she had done.

"But this isn't your home," you continued in a whisper, her eyes fluttered open, pleading with you, "Only good people can be loved." you let go of her chin, stepping away from her to return back to your family. Wanda caught her doppelganger's eyes, she saw the way your hands intertwined the moment you were close enough. 

That's when it all started to make sense to her, this wasn't what she wanted. She wanted her family, she never wanted to be apart from them and yet here she was...destroying a family, her family. Wanda supposed she'd never be able to sleep again, only being able to picture the faces of her children as they stared at her in fear.

Wanda stood from the ground, nodding her head slowly, keeping her gaze on the ground. She walked back to the star-shaped portal and left, the whole thing collapsing in on itself and leaving your world dark.

Wanda stood beside America Chavez, wiping away the tears like they were nothing. Memories of old came to her, times before and after Westview. The moment the two of you first met at the Avenger's tower, or when you challenged her to a game of pool and cheated...Even your first date.

She held back the smile, knowing the fate that was presented to you, presented to her. She shook the memories away, staring up at the looming throne, it called to her.

"I know what I have to do."

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[imaginationintowords]

Not Good Enough.

Avengers x Reader angst

word count: 2163

Requested.

Plot:  could you do an avengers x reader (no paring) where the reader screws up on a mission and the whole team yells for like a week at her and one day the reader decides to start cutting and this goes on for about a year until one of the avengers grabs their wrist during training and makes the reader shout in pain (rest can be up to you).

[a/n: I changed around some things with this request as I kind of just let the writing take me where the story wants to go. There is no self-harm in this story. sorry to the anon who requested it, if this was not what you wanted. I liked how this turned out, and I hope you guys do also]

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It was supposed to be a simple mission that involved the whole team. In and out. That was the plan.

I never meant to cause any trouble. It was a simple mistake. I had the ability to warp time, along with other abilities that were constantly developing.

I don’t know what happened, but as I was trying to hold off bodies, I lost control. I put us in a lot of danger. Half of the ream ended up severely injured. No one would talk to me on the way back to the tower.

“Living room. Now.” Tony said through gritted teeth.

“What the hell happened out there?” Natasha yelled at me, causing me to jump at the sudden volume of her voice.

One bad thing about my abilities was that I can also sense emotions. And all I could feel now was nothing but anger and hatred.

“I-I don’t know. I just lost control.” I stammered.

“How the hell do you fucking lose control?” Tony asked, trying to hold back from yelling.

“I don’t know. One moment I was able to hold time, the next I wasn’t.” I tried to explain.

“That was a rookie mistake.” Steve bit.

“Half of the team is in the infirmary, because of your ‘mistake’.” Steve continued.

“It wasn’t my intention. I’m sorry.” I apologized once more, trying to hold back the tears.

“You’re suspended. Until further notice.” Tony said, not bothering to look at me as he walked out of the room.

Natasha gave me an intense evil glare as she walked out of the room.

“I’m very disappointed in you.” Steve said shaking his head, leaving the room, with the rest of the uninjured team following.

I stood there in the middle of the room alone. I didn’t know what to do.

I slowly made my way to my room. As I was walking to my room, I passed Natasha’s and could hear her talking to someone. I couldn’t help but listen.

“I can’t believe he only suspended her. That’s an incredibly light punishment for what happened. She put us all in danger. He has a soft spot for her. He should’ve just let her go. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to work with her again.”

I decided I had heard enough and sulked back to my room.

I quietly closed my door and sat on my bed.

I should probably shower, I’m covered in dirt and blood, not even sure if the blood is mine or not.

I just sat there for a few more minutes, staring ahead at nothing.

I suddenly felt a tiny sharp pain coming from my leg.

I decided it was time to get up and take a shower.

My suit took a bit of strength to get off since the sweat caused it to shrink onto my body.

I was able to get half the suit off my torso. My body was starting to ache, the aftermath of today's events setting in. I took a seat on my closed toilet, as leverage to take the rest of my suit off.

I was slowly peeling the suit off my legs, when that tiny sharp of pain on m left leg became an even bigger sharp of pain.

I was finally able to get the suit off completely. I looked down at my leg to see a massive cut going vertically down my leg, from my shin to my ankle. I didn't even feel this, so I had no clue when I had gotten it.

I should probably go to the infirmary and get it checked out. But I couldn't show my face there, not when most of my team was in there with more serious injuries.

I turned on my shower and stripped off the rest of my clothes.

The water was very hot to the touch once I stepped in. I could instantly feel my body wanting to retreat. After a few seconds it did feel kind of nice, distracted me from the pain coming from my leg. I took my time washing my hair and body.

After awhile I could feel the pain coming back to my leg. I decided it was probably time to get out.

I wrapped my towel around my body. I opened the cabinet under my sink and grabbed the first aid kit that's kept under there.I poured some hydrogen peroxide on it, to make sure it wouldn't get infected. I grabbed a roll of bandage wrap and gauze to cover this cut.

I continued my normal bed time routine, brushed my hair, my teeth, then put on a clean pair of pajamas. I got into bed, when my stomach started to growl.

It was only seven p.m. Everyone would be in the kitchen getting their dinner ready. I know I'm not wanted. It'll just make everyone more upset towards me.

I'll just set my alarm really early before anyone gets up. I'll just stay out of everyone's way for the time being.I'm sure in a week or so, everyone won't be so harsh towards me. I tell myself as I start to fall asleep.

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Two weeks. It's been two weeks since the incident, and everyone seems to still be just as mad as they were when it happened.

For the first week I managed to avoid everyone. It was easy since I was currently not allowed on missions. On day eight though was my first run in with a teammate.

I had gotten up at four a.m., like I had been for my morning run. I had timed it perfectly, run an hour, have breakfast by five, then back in my room by 5:30, when the early birds would start to wake up. I would typically hear them opening their doors as I was closing mine. But today was different.

When I entered the kitchen after my run, there sat on a stool was Natasha, as if she were waiting for me to return. The last member of the team who would want to see me. Hell, she even changed room floors because she hated me so much.

"Hi." I awkwardly greeted her, walking to the fridge for a water bottle.

She didn't say a thing, she just continued to glare at me.

"I'm just going to grab a bowl of oatmeal then be on my way." I tell her, moving around the kitchen quickly, to get out of her way.

"Why are you still here?" she says as I was pouring water into my dry oats.

"I'm sorry. What?" I timidly asked, not sure I even heard her correctly.

"I said. Why. Are. You. Still. Here." she repeated slowly, getting off of her stool, and making her way towards me. Stopping right in front of me.

"I-" I started to say before she cut me off.

"You don't deserve to be here. You don't deserve to be a part of this team." she viciously spat in my face.

"It was a mistake, Natasha. It's not like I meant to lose control and cause everyone to get hurt." I whispered, felling the lump in my throat start to form.

"None of us would've pulled such a rookie mistake. You're not cut out for any of this. We all think so."

"Really?" I hurtfully ask, feeling the tears begin to form.

"Oh yeah. We've all thought so for awhile now. You're the weakest link on this team. We all think so." she continued to spit vile.

"You do?" I could feel my heart slowly breaking. At this point the tears were beginning to fall.

"Yes. We all do." she smirked.

"Oh." I responded, felling completely lost.

"You should just do all of us a favor and just leave."

"Okay. If you all think that's for the best." I say looking around the room, feeling utterly helpless.

"Yes, we do. You should probably do it before everyone wakes up." she says, stepping away from me, so I can get by.

"Okay." I say, slowly walking out of the kitchen, the bowl of uncooked oatmeal forgotten.

As I was walking out of the room I heard Natasha throwing the bowl into the sink, making me jump from the loudness of it.

I felt like a lost puppy.

Once in my room I looked around. Everyone will be up in about an hour. I don't know how I will get this all done in time.

Time

.Guess one more time stop for the road.I stopped time.

Now I have all the time in the world.

I started with my clothes, then my decor pieces that I brought with me. Then my bedding, and toiletries last. Only thing left was the furniture and television that came with the room.

I made the final decision to leave my laptop and phone too. They were both gifts from Tony when I came to live here, along with a car that would also be staying.

Nothing to tie me in with the Avengers. My final goodbye. Giving them what they want, what they were to afraid to tell me.

I didn't have any hard feelings towards them, I get it. How could they work with me if they didn't trust me. If I was a liability to everyone's lives.

The best thing for me to do was to listen to Natasha and leave.

Will I miss them all? Of course. Who wouldn't. I finally found where I belonged and I went ahead and ruined it.

I took one last deep breath, then unfroze time.

I called a cab, they were five minutes out. I managed to carry out two boxes, and a suitcase of my things in one trip.I stood outside the gates of the compound.

The sun was beginning to rise as my cab pulled up.

The driver helped me load my things in his truck.

I took one final glance at the Avengers compound.

"Goodbye." I whispered before getting into the cab.

_____

After thirty minutes in the cab, I finally arrived to my destination. An apartment building in Queens.

Where it all started.

I thanked the cab driver, and made my way up.

I got to the familiar fifth floor. I made my way down the long hallway to the specific apartment.

On my way there a door was swung open, and out came a teenage boy.

“Oh. Hey [y/n]!” he greeted me, locking his door, before turning to face me.

“Hey Peter. Off to school?” I greeted the familiar face.

“Yup. You moving back in?” he asked looking at my things.

“Yeah. Things weren’t really working upstate.” I tell him, forcing a smile.

“I’m sorry. I’m sure they’re going to beat themselves up for letting someone as smart as you go.” he positively says.

“Thanks, Pete.”

“It’ll be nice to have your face back in these hallways.” he smiles.

“That and now you have a tutor right next door.” I lightly joke with him.

“Caught me. I better get going, don’t want to be late. I’ll come and see you after though.” he waves me bye.

I smiled, my heart slowly warming. Maybe this will be a good thing after all.

I made my way back to my destination, next door.

I knocked on the door and heard footsteps approaching.

“[Y/n]?”

“Hey grandma. You still have space for me?” I smiled, fighting back the tears.

“Oh honey, of course. Come in. Come in.” she said helping me with my things.

Walking into the familiar apartment, where I spent most of my life in. Everything still looked how it did when I left almost two years ago. Here comes the tears again.

“Oh, sweetie. Come here.” my grandma said, placing down my box before wrapping me in her arms.

I wrapped my arms around her tightly, crying into her shoulder.

______

After a few minutes of crying my eyes out and getting all my stuff in my old bedroom, my grandma and I sat in the living room with a nice hot cup of tea.

“What happened? The last we spoke everything was going great.” she says.

“About a couple of weeks ago, a mission went bad, it was my fault. Half of the team got seriously hurt. The whole team was beyond mad, I’ve never felt so much hatred towards me before.” I tell her.

“I was placed on suspension, but apparently that was just the team being nice. They really wanted me out. So, here I am.” I explain, trying not to cry again.

“Oh sweetie. I’m sure that’s not true.” she said rubbing my hand.

“It is though. Natasha told me that everyone doesn’t think I’m good enough to be a part of the Avengers. They all hate me, and I could feel it.”

“I’m sure they don’t hate you.” she said trying to make me feel better.

“Oh but they do. Unfortunately, I was able to feel all the hatred and anger towards me these past couple of weeks.”

“Well then maybe it’s for the best that you’re home. A fresh start. Put one of those PhDs to good use.” she encourages with a smile.

“Yeah, maybe you’re right.” I say, unsure about it all.

“Of course I am. Now, why don’t you go to your room and get settled. It’ll keep that loud mind busy.” she says, tapping my forehead.

_______

I walked into my old room, and closed the door behind me.

I looked around the room. It was smaller than my room at the compound, but still a good size for me.

Maybe my grandma is right, maybe this will be good for me.

A fresh start.

“Yeah. That sounds nice.” I smile to myself.

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[stranger-nightmare]

I’m honestly fucking freezing atm and I can’t stop thinking about Druig warming me up lol (in a totally PG way!)

Maybe a comfort fic where the reader gets trapped under ice and the eternals save her but she is freezing and Druig takes it upon himself to strip her down and use body heat to warm her up?

I’m thinking the eternals are outraged like “Druig no! Let one of the girls do it!” And he’s like “Relax! I’ve seen everything before!” And they’re all like “oh … I see 👀”

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡

Pairing: Druig x (female) Eternal!Reader

Summary: you’re fighting the deviants on an iced over lake when it cracks underneath you. Your fellow Eternals rescue you but you’re need of warming up and Druig is the first to offer. P.S. I’ve made reader’s powers that of being able to absorb / mimic the powers from whomever is in her proximity, so in this case she borrows Thena’s ability to make weapons from cosmic energy.

Warnings: one case of swearing, a lil bit of fluff, a whole lotta angst, nakedness but it’s not in a sexual way

A/N: ooh I really love this idea, thank you so much for your request!! I also love when I get to feature some of the other Eternals, I hope you like this! Also I hope you are warm and snuggly now anon😅🥰🖤✨

Another day, another deviant. This time you and a few of your Eternals had been called to a frozen lake in Alaska where the deviant was closing in on a small village of people that lived adjacent to the lake. Your current team consisted of you, Sersi, Sprite, Kingo, Thena, and Druig.

You, Thena and Kingo had managed to push the deviant back onto the ice, away from the villagers. Sersi, Sprite and Druig remained at the edge of the lake, keeping the people calm as you, Thena and Kingo dished out punishment to the creature. You had decided to mimic Thena’s powers on this occasion, moulding yourself a spear out of celestial energy. Thena had gone for her classic sword and shield whilst Kingo continued to pelt the beast with his energy blasts.

You spin and slide on the ice, ducking under the deviant as it lunges for you. As you slide under it’s belly you lash out with your spear, cutting its front leg out from underneath it. It's head hits the ice with a deafening thunk just in front you, an otherworldly screech leaving its mouth. Underneath your body you can feel the ice crack before you see it. Cracks spring out in every direction from where the creature’s head had hit the ground.

A small panic settles in you as you scramble to crawl backwards, the deviant still lunging forward haphazardly, completely unaware of the imminent danger beneath it. The deviant is about to reach you when you hear a battle cry from above.

You look up just in time to see Thena leap gracefully through the sky, her sword in hand. It feels like everything is suddenly in slow-motion as you see Thena land on the deviants back, her sword going straight through its neck, hitting the ice below.

“Thena NOOO!!” You hear a deep voice bellow from afar. But it’s too late. Your eyes widen in fear as you see Thena backflip off the creature, soaring to safety, her lift-off pushing the deviant further into the already sinking ice.

The ice cracks around you. You hear a deep yell boom from across the lake. The last thing you see before you slip under the ice is Druig’s panic stricken face as he sprints towards you. But he’s just too far.

The ice water swallows you, the cold causing your chest to seize up almost immediately. You kick and paddle at the water around you but the current is strong, the darkness of the water confusing your senses. You’re no longer even sure of which way was up to the surface. You feel panic settle in your chest as your lungs scream for oxygen.

Ice invades your lungs suddenly. Blackness takes over your vision. You think you can hear someone calling your name but ultimately a numbing silence takes over your senses.

...

The next thing you’re aware of is a pressure on your chest, something was repeatedly pushing up and down on you. The next thing you’re aware of is lips on yours. You can feel warm air being forced down your throat. The warm air pushes the freezing water out your lungs and you gag as your body spasms. You choke and cough as you spit up the ice water from your lungs.

You blink wearily, your vision still somewhat blurry. You see a fear-stricken face come into focus in front of you. Druig. You inhale deeply, letting air back into your body, coughing again as your throat still feels tight.

“Hey hey hey, it’s okay” Druig coos, his hands cupping your face. “It’s okay, you’ll be okay” he whispers, his forehead against yours. You’re not sure if trying comfort you or himself.

You feel a gentle hand on your shoulder. You look up and see Sersi’s reassuring face above you. “Are you alright?” she asks gently.

“Of course she’s not alright” Druig snaps harshly, his head whipping around to face the other Eternals. “She’s fucking freezing. She could get hypothermia. We need to warm her up” he shouts frantically.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realise you were still so close to it, I- I just didn’t see you” you hear Thena’s voice come from somewhere just behind you. You see Druig flare his nostrils in anger but apparently he decides it's better to stay quiet than lash out at Thena.

You want to reassure him, to tell him you’ll be okay. You want to reassure Thena, to tell her it was okay, you didn’t blame her. But truth be told you were too cold to even speak, your teeth chattering, your breathing ragged as your body fought to warm pump the blood around. You couldn’t feel most of your body and what little you could feel was painfully numb.

Druig’s face looks pained as he sees you struggling. He sighs in frustration and scoops you up in his arms, jogging over to the small settlement of people that lived beside the lake. You see over his shoulder that Sersi and Thena are right behind him.

As you approach the village you see Sprite and Kingo exit from one of the closest huts.

“In here” Sprite calls over to Druig. “They’ve got a fire going in the bedroom, take her in there."

Druig carries you inside, the other Eternals close behind him. Once in the room Druig places you gently on your feet, holding you against him as you were unable to bear your own weight. You’re shuddering against him as he tries to rub some heat into you with his hands.

“You know actually the best way to warm someone up is through body heat. Like actually being naked” Kingo tries a joke to lighten the mood, his hands mushing together to emphasise his point.

“I know” Druig says in all seriousness. “So that’s what I’m gonna do” he says determinedly, already stripping away your jacket and outer shirt.

“What?” Sprite says, clearly taken aback.

“Druig, let her have some dignity” Thena speaks cooly and calmly.

“Druig” you hear Sersi speak softly. “Just let one of us girls do it. Let me do it” she murmurs gently, placing a hand on Druig’s shoulder.

“No. I’m doing it.” He quickly shrugs his own jacket off, hunching over you and keeping you against him.

Druig releases a cocky chuckle in response to the shocked faces of your fellow Eternals. He looks up at them, a poisonous smile on his lips.

“Don’t worry ladies, I’ve seen everything before” he says as he pulls you even tighter against him. You wrap your numb arms around his neck, clinging to him desperately. You no longer care about the fact that your relationship was supposed to be secret. Clearly Druig didn’t either. You bury your face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his warmth as you tremble against him.

“What?!” Sprite exclaims. You can feel Druig smirk in response. Cat's out the bag now.

“Hmm, I knew it” Thena muses smugly. You simply bury your head into Druig’s chest, your cheeks flushing red from more than just the cold.

“Oh my god I have so many questions” Kingo gushes.

“Perhaps now isn’t the time, Kingo” Sersi chimes in.

“Come on, let’s leave them to it” Thena speaks cooly, gathering up the others and ushering them out of the hut. You release a shuddering sigh into Druig’s chest as they go. Druig rubs your back roughly, trying to warm you with the friction.

“Let us know if you need anything” Kingo sings as he heads out the door, closing it behind him. You can hear Sprite’s fading giggle in response.

“Don’t worry, my love, I’ve got you. I’ve got you” he murmurs into your hair, a serious edge returning to his voice. You nod your shaking head in response.

“Take off your wet clothes. Quickly” he tells you as he rubs your arms before letting you go.

You simply nod again, your teeth chattering too much for you to speak. You strip quickly, sucking your teeth when you feel the air hit your naked body. You turn around to see that Druig has also stripped nude. He quickly tosses the blankets and pillows from the bed onto the floor in front of the fire. He then grabs the massive fur duvet and wraps it around his shoulders before striding over to you. He envelopes you in his arms, a small gasp escaping him as your freezing skin touches him.

He pulls the blanket tightly over your body until you’re locked against his chest. He lowers the two of you gently onto the bundle of pillows and blankets, ensuring you were laying closest to the fire. He tucks himself behind you, curving his body around yours, trying to touch as much of your body as he could with his own. Any part of you that wasn’t touching him he made sure to tuck the fur blanket around tightly.

You’re facing him, your back to the fire. You tuck your face down into his chest, feeling his chin rest atop your head. Your hands are pressed flush against his chest, encouraging any kind of feeling to return to them. Your legs are intertwined, your bodies impossibly close. You know this must be uncomfortable for him, your freezing hands causing his stomach to tense beneath your touch. But he doesn’t relent, he simply keeps you pressed tightly against him, his hands rubbing up and down your back.

You start to feel your shuddering calm down as warmth slowly but surely renters your body. You sigh deeply, revelling in the heat emanating from Druig. He peppers kisses to your head, his breath warming your face. After a long while you finally lift your head to look up at him. You see relief wash over his face as he gazes at you.

“How you feeling?” He whispers.

“Better” you sigh, your voice hoarse from where you’d choked on the freezing water. He leans his forehead against yours, closing his eyes.

“I thought I’d lost you” he breathes, pain straining his voice, a tear slipping down his cheek. You move your hands to cup the back of his neck. All you can do is shake your head softly in response, your voice threatening to break if you attempted to speak. In your silence Druig continues to ramble.

“I was so scared, y/n. Seeing you just disappear under the ice like that. And there was nothing I could do about it” he sounds anguished, angry at himself. You shake your head again but he carries on.

“There was nothing I could do, I was just stood there helpless whilst you were dying. I- I don’t know what I would do if I lost you. I can’t lose you...” he trails off as a sob cracks his voice. You feel tears slip from your own eyes. He opens his mouth again to ramble some more but you cut him off by placing your freezing lips on his. He jolts slightly at the sudden cold on his lips but he quickly responds, moulding his mouth against yours. You revel in the warmth of his lips on yours.

It’s okay, Druig. I’m okay. You push your thoughts into his mind. I’m right here. You reassure him. You feel him smile into the kiss and know he’s heard you. I love you. You tell him through your thoughts. His lips break from yours momentarily.

“I love you too” he whispers out loud.

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A/N: lmao I really turned this into a like a whole-ass story. Sorry it’s quite long, I really liked the idea and was inspired by it so I just ran with it, I hope you liked it though!🖤🥰✨

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[peterthepark]

august slipped away

pairing: tasm!peter parker x f!reader

summary: peter parker and you spend the last days of your summer together with the intention of saying goodbye, even though you aren’t ready.

tags: umm sad lol, fluff and angst, graphic smut, lots of physical touch, heartbreak, peter is in love and it sucks, mentions of the ocean

notes: SURPRISE FIC!!! based off of taylor swift’s “august.” enjoy lovebirds <3

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part two: twisted in bedsheets

The sea below Peter whispers a soft ballad as it brings him to a newfound place of tranquility. His clothes billow in the breeze while he pushes off the rail, treading along the crowded pier with his hands in the pockets of his board shorts. There’s sand in his unruly hair, quite possibly in his eyes, and his chest feels sticky with sweat. The heat stings his face, in which he regrets not wearing sunscreen. He can’t help but touch his skin, feeling the whisper of your hands around his collarbones and his ribs, the shape of your lips tattered down his spine.

It’s the peak of August now, and for the first summer in his life, Peter is in love.

Love is an understatement, because Peter could still recall how you chatted him up at the diner one warm night. You could tell he wasn’t a local, moreso you could tell he wasn’t even from California — over a strawberry milkshake, Peter had told you that he had been avoiding home and that he just needed to get somewhere far away for a little while. The New Yorker made out with you in the mens’ bathroom before you even knew his name. Since then, he spent every waking day with you; he’d smell of sex and the ocean, and walk around town decorated in hickeys. Had it been anyone else, Peter wouldn’t have called it love. But with you, it was different. It felt real, and Peter didn’t need years to know who you were. In the months he spent with you, he memorized you like the back of his hand.

But like every other season, summer eventually comes to an end. And with summer comes autumn, meaning Peter has to leave for New York sooner or later. In a hazy late-night argument about wanting him to stay, he had admitted to being Spider-Man; it rendered you speechless, and you understood his reason. The hero didn’t belong here, to which you realized that Peter had much bigger problems than you.

Loving him came so easy, but it hurt so bad knowing that he’d be gone one day. You always wondered what would be more painful: him being erased from your life completely and knowing he was still somewhere, or him never existing in the first place.

Peter’s hands encircle around your waist when he finds you underneath the shade of the ice cream stand. His calluses brush over the exposed skin of your stomach, while his chin buries itself into your shoulder.

“Hey, loverboy.” You laugh, turning your head to kiss him softly on the cheek. You offer him your ice cream cone, and Peter licks at the vanilla scoop with a teasing glint in his eyes. Boyishly, he moans at the taste and throws his head back before winking at you. You shake your head at him with a hushed voice. “You dirty man. What are you up to?”

His lips feel wet against your skin. He gathers your hair to one side of your neck, pushing it away from your face. “Just been thinking about how I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

He can practically see the pout on your face.

“What’s up, bug?”

“Last day.” You mutter in a weak and broken whisper, looking out at the waves crashing onto the shore. “Today’s our last day, right?”

“Yeah.” Peter’s smile seams into a thin gloomy line void of emotion. “Last day.”

You don’t respond with anything but a short hum of acknowledgment, slightly swaying in his grasp as you lean against his front. He closes his eyes, moving his arms to wrap them around the width of your shoulders while the bump of his nose nudges against your back. Peter places a hand over your beating heart and reminds himself to breathe. He doesn’t want to think of anything else but you and the saltiness of the sea.

“Let’s not talk about it and let’s just,” You look at him with wide and hopeful eyes that dart rapidly across his features. He could see your desperation masked behind the calmness of your demeanor, to which his heart aches at the sight. “Go somewhere. Away. Are you finally sick of the beach?”

Peter shakes his head, intertwining his fingers with yours. “I like it here with you. The weather is beautiful.”

“Oh, is this who we are now? Talking about the weather?” The warm rumble of Peter’s laugh seeps into you.

He mimics a news anchor, contorting his face into different expressions. “And for today’s forecast, we have a temperature of ninety-eight degrees with sunny skies. The clouds are nowhere to be seen, but if you squint at the skyline, we have a bit of smog approaching from the west.” His voice dips down into a low octave, eyebrows pulled into a serious furrow as he continues. “But, wait! We have breaking news coming to you live.”

“Oh, God.” You rub at your eyebrows with a grin. “Peter, drop it—“

He tilts his head to look at you, his bottom lip jutting out. “You don’t wanna hear my breaking news, Y/N?”

You cup his cheek with a sigh. “Pardon the technical difficulties, please continue.”

“According to an unknown source, a beautiful girl has been spotted on the Santa Monica beach.”

“Oh, has she now?”

“Mhm.” He hums, eyes dancing over you as he fixes the bangs framing your face. “And she’s mine.” He dips down to kiss you, taking your bottom lip between his teeth and tugging. He pulls away for a second. “She’s all mine. My little lovebug.”

His nose bumps into yours longingly. You adore him. His jokes, his smile, his voice. You wish things were different, and the thought of Peter packing his bags after spending many nights and mornings together makes you blue. A sniffle escapes through your nostrils, and Peter’s thumb quickly catches the teardrop by your waterline.

“Can’t we just lay in bed all day and cry?” You laugh through watery eyes, running your fingers through his hair.

He can’t deny how beautiful you look.

“Y/N, you know I’d love to do that,” His expression falters, and Peter can’t help but look over at the ocean again. “…but I think I’d wind up staying.”

“And is that such a bad thing, Peter?”

He kisses you again, refusing to answer because he couldn’t trust the strength of his own voice. But he gives in. Peter preferred the warmth of your own bed rather than the sights of the city. Sunlight peeks from between the cracks in the curtains of your small townhouse. It overlooks the sand, performing its own soundtrack of waves crashing upon the shore. The young sunrise casts over your room and the unmade bed, bouncing off the unfinished beer bottles on the balcony and the drying swimsuits that hang over the rail like a clothesline. As Peter unties the back of your bikini top, his lips find your clavicle, reuniting with a bittersweet hello to the love bite that he had left not too long ago. The sun frames you, and it looks as if you’re glowing from the inside.

Everything about you reminds Peter of the sun.

He thinks summer is his favorite season.

“Peter…” You breathe into his mouth, pulling him onto the bed that still memorized the indents of your bodies. The boy sits with his back against the headboard, and you take it as an invitation. You swing your legs on either side of him, letting your knees meet the mattress. He guides your hands to his shoulders, while his rest on your hips.

“I love you.” He whispers with tenderness.

You want to cry.

“I love you.” He says again, curling his finger against your jaw.

You melt into him and lovingly lean your head against his.

“I love you.”

You capture his lips in a desperate kiss. Your movements are rushed, hurried, and messy; it makes Peter realize that time is slipping. It reminds him that every minute he spends with you will be his last unless he’s ever able to see you again, and his chest feels tight as he follows the outline of your curves with a lack of fluidity. He wants to remember this.

Peter grasps at you as if you’re a lifeline, yet at the same time he finds himself drowning in you.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” He murmurs into your ribs as your back arches. Your head rolls back whilst you softly grind your hips against his lap. You’re covered in the wetness of his kisses and your body quivers at the sounds of his whimpers. “Where have you been all my life?”

Another tear of overwhelming love rolls down your cheek, trailing down your cheekbone and past your neck.

You didn’t know the answer when Peter had first asked that night in the diner, and even now you still didn’t know the answer. You too wondered where he had been all your life. And you wondered why your time together could only be so long.

“I’ve been here…” You rock against him, needily tugging his shirt over his head. You toss it away and let your nails roam down his chest, across his abdomen, then you kiss the scars on his biceps. “… waiting for you.” Peter sits up and his hands cup either side of your face, staring into your eyes fervidly. “And I’ll be here…” He blinks back tears as you press your forehead against his. “… waiting for you like I have before, Peter.”

He guides you down onto the bed with one hand on your lower back, rolling on top of you so that he could kneel between your legs. “Fuck, you drive me crazy.” Peter feels like a lovesick puppy; he kisses up and down your inner thighs slowly, only ever using teeth to nip at the supple skin. His eyes wander over your face, taking in the way you look at him with such trust and devotion. “So warm, so perfect.”

You chuckle at the remark. “Mm, warm? Am I a blanket?”

Peter outstretches your leg and rests it upon his shoulder. He cranes his head to leave open-mouthed kisses along your calf. “Exactly like a blanket. I could stay wrapped in you forever.” He caresses your ankle. “Always so warm when I touch you.”

Your eyelashes flutter at him shyly as he moves to your other calf. “Maybe you make me all hot inside.”

“I think you’re just hot, bug.” His laugh is soft, but his gaze darkens as his mouth travels up your leg again. “Mine, yeah?”

“Yours.”

Peter fumbles with the button of your shorts. His fingers find the zipper, then he’s pulling the denim down your thighs. He discards the material, throwing it off to the side like you had done with his shirt. “I’m so in love with you.” He leans down to kiss at your clothed mound, lips ghosting over the lacy thong as his nose nudged against your stomach. “You make me wanna be a better man.”

Your nails card through his hair, massaging his scalp as you buzz under his touch. “You are a better man, the best.” You send him an air-kiss as he smiles at your words. “My hero. My Spider-Man.”

His eyes find yours when he hooks his fingers around the waistband of your panties. You nod in approval, watching Peter with eagerness as he rids you of them. You sigh when he presses a kiss to your core, then he’s suctioning his lips around your clit. You moan breathily, spreading your legs wider for him as he nestles between. He’s already hard from making out with you, and you motion for him to take off his shorts.

There’s a wet patch of pre-cum leaking through his underwear, and Peter grows flush as you look shamelessly. You simply smirk at him before the brunette returns his attention to you.

His lips suckle at your folds — he’s gentle, using his hands to soothingly trace the outside of your thighs.

“Oh, Pete…” You mewl when his tongue flicks at your entrance. Peter spreads your folds apart with his fingers to taste more of you. Your fragrance takes over his senses, spurring him on as he buries his mouth deeper into you. You bite down on your index finger, shutting your eyes at the sensation.

“S’okay, Y/N. Let me take care of you.” Peter’s eyes follow the rise and fall of your chest, and he can’t help but latch his lips onto your nipples as his middle finger slips into you. You moan his name again with a loosened jaw. “There you go, baby. Feels good, doesn’t it? One finger enough to make you cum?” You shake your head at him. “Two?” You nod, grasping Peter’s forearm as his ring finger joins his middle. You clench around him, and he groans. “That’s my girl. God, I love this view — my fingers filling you up, pumping in and out of you. Fuck, Y/N. I’m gonna fucking miss this.”

The noises from between your legs are filthy. Juices squelch around Peter’s digits and he licks at your folds with lust-blown pupils. “Shit, Peter… f-fuck.” You gently push his head further into you, pulling at his locks. The motion makes his cock twitch in his underwear, and he can’t help but palm himself for relief. “S-so good with your mouth.”

“Yeah? Tell me more, bug.”

“I love — I love your fingers. The way you stretch me out… oh, fuck… so nicely.” Peter grins against your skin as you shyly look away. He likes hearing this. “But… fuck.”

“Hm? But what?” His mouth hovers over your core, raising an eyebrow.

“I like your cock better.”

The comment sets fire to the pit of his stomach.

Peter cooes. “Oh, baby, I know you do.” His fingers slip out of you, and his hands knead at your ass. “Such a good girl telling me what you like.”

One of your favorite things about Peter is his way with words. Although his mouth usually uttered nothing but nerdish nonsense or even the dirtiest of remarks, the brunette had the ability to praise like no one else. Sometimes ‘good girl’ would turn into ‘little devil’ and sometimes ‘my whore’ would turn into ‘my lovebug,’ and it drove you wild. He knew how to turn you on, and he knew his way around the depths of your body.

“Peter, please.”

“Hey, don’t worry. I’m just as ready to be inside you.” You suddenly shift onto your knees, mirroring Peter. “What are you doing?”

“Making you feel good, too.” You gently push his underwear down, and Peter lifts himself up momentarily to join the boxers with your collection of clothing. Your thumb finds the reddened tip of his cock, swiping the pre-cum off his slit. Your hand becomes a fist as you stroke him slowly, and his head falls onto your shoulder in a loud moan. His thighs are sprawled out, muscles rippling as his knees dig into the sheets. “Look at you, my loverboy.”

“You see what you do to me?” Peter ruts himself against your fist, hissing as your pace of hand changes. “God, fuck. You’re gonna make me cum.”

“Cum then.” You whisper against his ear, licking at his earlobe. “Please cum, Peter. It’s gonna feel so good.”

It’s a sight to see; Peter Parker kneeling on the mattress with his face burying into your shoulder, moaning unabashed as you give him a handjob.

The man was nothing but putty in your grasp.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He shuts his eyes, placing his mouth on your pulse point. He bites you softly, and you praise him as cum spills over your fist. His whole body twitches, and you place a steady hand over his thigh as you lean to kiss him.

“Let me ride you.”

“No, no. Lay down.”

“Pretty please?” You lick Peter’s cum off your hand, blinking at him expectantly. The intimate action causes Peter to groan, and he gives in to your request. He moves to sit back against the headboard, and your legs take their place on either side of him once more. “I’ll go nice and slow, yeah?”

“If you get tired, just tell me.” He mumbles, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I won’t.”

You take his length into your hand, guiding it slowly into your entrance. You gasp as his tip pushes into you, and you could still feel him pulsating from his last orgasm.

“Take it easy, bug.” Peter whispers as he pulls you flush against his chest. His arms wrap around you, mixing your sweat against his. “Don’t rush. I wanna remember every part of you.” His head rolls back as you fully envelop his cock, grinding your hips in a rhythmic motion once he settles in. “S’like you were made for me.”

“I’m yours.”

“Mine.”

“Yours.”

His large hands cup your ass, spreading you apart as you begin to roll against him. Your pelvis starts to bump into his abdomen, and Peter can’t help but admire the way your tits look. He kisses at the swell of your breasts, taking a nipple between his lips while he looks up at you. His eyes, though hungry and blown with lust, are filled with nothing but adoration and awe.

He loves how your body looks in the sunlight.

“Oh, Y/N.” His voice is garbled, and his gaze shifts to look at how he slips in and out of your entrance. “F-fucking hell, Y/N.”

“I love you so much.” You breathe hard, kissing the bridge of Peter’s nose as he takes over. His hips snap into you; the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room. Though, faintly, he could still hear the ocean waves, with their intermixed blues and whites crawl to the doused shore.

Peter thinks your moans are prettier than the ocean itself.

He feels you clench around him and his thrusts slow. His cock reaches deep inside you, prodding against the particular sweet spot that always felt so pleasurable.

You’re nothing but a moaning blubbering mess, scratching at Peter’s back as he coaxes you further onto his length.

“I’m gonna — Peter, fuck, I’m cumming!”

His embrace is tight around you, and his thrusts don’t stop anytime soon. He lets the wave of your orgasm pull you under, and he cums once more at the sound of your moans. You gasp at the feeling of fullness and the feeling of his cum soaking inside you. In a breathy fit of laughter, your forehead hits him, and you stay there with heads pressing against one another. Peter can hear the quickness of your heartbeat; he places a chaste kiss just above your left breast.

Opening his eyes, he looks at you with longing. And your lips pull into a sad smile as your fingertips trace over the smattered freckles on his cheeks. Unspoken words are shared in the glimmer of your gazes.

Peter speaks up first as he helps you roll off of him. “I’m gonna miss you.”

He joins your body to lay on the bed, taking you into his long arms. You think for a moment, reveling in the warmth that radiated from him. You wonder what your life will be without Peter Parker — without his fluffy hair and his soft dark eyes. You wonder if your bed will ever feel the same, if the cheap mattress will still remember the shape of his body and if your sheets will still carry the scent of him. You wonder if your kitchen will always smell like freshly-made breakfast, and if your pancakes will still be made in the shape of a heart.

You wonder what kind of future you could build together.

“God, this is painful.” You mumble the confession into the saltiness of his skin. “I remember when you asked me if this was a one-time thing.” He hums. “And part of me wanted to say yes, but… everything about us felt so right.”

Peter follows your story. “The way you looked at me in that diner made me feel things.”

“Good things?”

He chuckles as if the answer was obvious. “Incredible things. Couldn’t even explain how nervous I got when you asked me to come over.”

“So much for a summer fling.” You scoffed.

“I know.”

“Yet here I am, so desperately in love with you.” Your hands rest atop of his.

“If I could abandon everything… for you. I would. I’m totally yours.”

“We both know I’d never allow that. Not anymore.”

“And the whole Spider—“

“I know, love. The Spider-Man thing. Don’t let me stop you.”

“I want to keep you safe. But at the same time, I don’t wanna go back. And I don’t want to ask you to come with me, because your life is here and — and not there. I’d never ask you to leave this behind.”

“I’ll leave anything behind for you.”

In your mind, you selfishly want to say stay. You wanted to wake up to his face in the mornings, not the memory of him. You wanted to spend every season with him — not just summer. You wanted winter and spring and autumn and everything in between.

You wanted him.

Your voice breaks the silence. “I don’t think I could ever picture Spider-Man in Los Angeles.”

The comment brings a boyish grin to his face. Peter raises his brows, displaying innocent curiosity. “Oh, really? Why is that?”

“The, uh, spandex suit.” You giggled, gesturing with your hands as a matter of factly. “You would die of a heatstroke.”

“I see how it is, smart one. You don’t think my suit has built-in air conditioning?”

“Your suit does not have built-in air conditioning!” You laugh boisterously at him.

Peter wishes he could record that sound and replay it over and over. Sure, he had your number, countless pictures and videos of you, but nothing could beat seeing it in front of his own eyes — it assured him that this was no illusion, but it was real. Everything about you was real.

“Promise to call me?” His voice is unsure now, void of whatever amusement he had earlier. “Day, night, whenever and wherever — just call me.”

“I’ll call you, I promise. I’ll write you love letters, even.”

“I’d like that.” He takes your words to heart even though he knows you’ll eventually grow apart, forget him, his number, his voice; he feels that familiar build-up of tears in his eyes. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you more, Pete.”

The sunrise has shifted into an yellow sunset. It casts shadows over your naked bodies entangled in the sheets. Peter’s head is in the crook of your neck, chin digging into your collarbone. His hands lock at your stomach, and you rub circles along his scarred knuckles with shut eyes.

The room glows brightly, and it reminds you of Peter.

The guy you had met in the diner. The smart New York hero who was too kind for his own good. The boy who loved you at the beginning of summer, and the boy who loved you till its end.

And the one that got away.

Peter Parker had slipped away from your life that night like it was merely a moment in time.

But even though time was against you, and time was a ticking reminder that he was never yours, you loved Peter and that was all that mattered.

He was your August.

And August always came to an end.

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[leviathanspain]

i love you to the moon and back

marc spector x reader, steven grant x reader

synopsis: after your argument with marc, you enjoy your days with steven but when you come home to marc waiting for you, you don’t know what to say..

pt. 1

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you and steven had a good run. it was a three day vacation from marc, although you could bet that marc was still bothering steven in the back of his mind.

you had just gotten back from the cafe near the flat, a coffee in your hand and a hot chocolate with extra whipped cream for steven, you fumbled with the keys before throwing the door open.

without even taking a step in, the air in the flat was different, the warmth that steven had projected into the flat was now suddenly replaced with the essence of marc.

you loved marc. to the core, marc was the love of your life. but he had made life so cold since he became a fugitive. hardly did he treat you the way he did before, he radiated anger and anxiety so much so that it was suffocating to be near him.

you set the drinks down on the table and set your keys down as well, pulling your bag off and setting in on the chair.

“took you long enough.” a voice deadpanned, and you turned to find marc sitting perched on the kitchen counter behind you.

you rolled your eyes, “coffee or hot chocolate?” you knew the answer and you hand shifted for the chocolate. you strode over to the bed, kicking your shoes off and lying down on the bed, closing your eyes to relax a little bit.

“really?” marc spoke and you opened your eyes, upset that he had disrupted the quiet you had forced in.

“hmm?” you pretended like you didn’t know what he was trying to start. another argument.

marc rolled off the counter and snatched the coffee cup, going to stand at the edge of the bed.

“you’re mad.” was all marc said and you raised your eyebrows, “of course i am. are you surprised?” marc shook his head, “god..you’re one petty bitch.”

you opened your hands with fake gratitude, “my last name is spector. might as well play the part.”

marc set the coffee down on his nightstand and began to pace the space at the edge of the bed, “you want a divorce? is that what you want?”

you sat up at that, speechless that he would even offer that.

“wha-“

marc blew up on you after that.

“i can fucking divorce you, leave you in the streets to starve and no one to save you! is that what you want-“

“marc-“ you held a hand up but marc kept going, and tears welled in your eyes.

“-to be alone? like the bitch you are? i cant protect you if you are alone!” he screamed.

you flinched back at that, and marc suddenly stopped.

your soft sobs echoed through the flat.

“im sorry..” you whispered in between sobs, air refusing to stay in your lungs as you cried.

marc felt guilt wash over him, stepping up to the bed, he crawled towards you, holding a hand out.

you opened your eyes, looking to find marc staring at you with softness. for a moment, you could’ve sworn steven was in his eyes.

“no.” he hushed you, embracing you, “im sorry. im sorry. im so sorry.” he whispered, holding you closely to him.

you buried your face in his chest as you continued to cry. frustrated at what had become of your marriage.

“don’t do that to me again.” you looked up at marc and he nodded.

you slept in marc’s arms that night for the first time in months.

you had slipped out of the bed around four am. the clock on your phone has proven it, and you glanced over at marc who was sleeping peacefully, hands still reaching out to your space.

you sighed, angry at yourself and at marc but welcoming at the newfound understanding.

you went to the bathroom and when you returned, marc was wide awake, twirling a rubix cube in his hands, throwing it up and down as he waited for you.

“y/n.” marc called out at your figure standing in the bathroom doorway, gazing at him on the bed.

you padded back to bed, tearing your hoodie off and sat on the edge of the bed, head down as you thought of what to say.

“i don’t want to divorce you, marc.” you spoke.

marc stopped playing with the cube, “i didn’t mean that. i don’t either.”

you shrugged, “are you sure? because it seems like you do.”

marc shook his head. god, how he would love to just pour his anxieties out, tell you how khonshu would choose you to take his place as his new avatar but marc wouldn’t let him, not as long as he served khonshu would you suffer marc’s fate. marc couldn’t protect you forever, even as a mercenary, he kept you out of that life, and you knew it was dangerous but never to the full extent.

hug her.

marc heard steven talk in his head, and marc scooted next to you on your side of the bed, grabbing you at your side and bringing you close to him.

“i would die for you. i-“ have before, he wanted to say, but he quieted himself and said instead, “i just don’t want to lose you. im sorry for not being there. for not, loving you the way i vowed i would.”

you sniffled, turning around to hug marc. you kissed marc, and marc found his hands at your neck, holding you for a deeper kiss.

you relished in his affection, his touch.

“i love you.” you whispered.

marc caressed your cheek as he gazed at you, “i love you to the moon and back.”

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Omg I’m obsessed with Druig too!!!

I have a request please, maybe where the reader is overwhelmed and stressed and has a panic attack and the other eternals can’t calm her down and it’s making her powers go crazy or something but Druig is the only one that can get through to her and he calms her down and holds her while she cries and the others are all like “excuse me, did we know they were a thing? 👀”

pairing: druig x fem!reader

summary: reader is the eternal that is essentially Mother Nature, able to call plants and animals to her command. after gilgamesh dies, her grief can only be stopped by the eternal closest to her heart, druig.

warnings: death, grief, not proofread!

wc: 656

Tears burned down your face and they had no intention of stopping.

His greyed skin nearly blended in with the forest floor. How could this happen? A visceral scream shredded through your throat. He was your father. Not biologically, but he was your father.

Gilgamesh’s eyes stared blankly at you, all life drained from them.

All the oxygen seemed to go missing from your lungs, your heart felt as it was crumbling inside your chest.

“Please,” you whispered into his chest, “Please, come back, please.”

The other Eternals didn’t dare try to interject your grieving. They watched from afar as the trees began to bend down towards you and the shadows envelop you. Plants of every kind reached towards your hunched-over form, barricading you from further harm.

Thena watched, tears also gracing her eyes. If Gilgamesh were your father, she was close to being your mother.

With trembling fingers, you gently close his eyes. This wasn’t real, or at least it didn’t feel like it was yet. His large hand rests in yours, still warm and adorned with the one golden ring he wore. The sobs racked your soul deeply, but you decided to just lie there, hunched over his figure, until the warmth dissipated from his body.

By the time that Druig had arrived on the scene, there wasn’t much to be seen beside a large mound of intertwined leaves and flora. Somewhere underneath it all was you and the body of your father.

Through it all, Druig could still hear your weakening sobs - and so say it ached his soul would’ve been an understatement. He glanced over to the others. Thena was crouched, resting her head on her golden staff, Sersei transforming dirt and rocks into flowers to be used for the inevitable funeral.

Druig stood still for a few minutes until he realized no amount of time would prepare you to part from your father’s body.

Unlike the others, when Druig approached, the barriers you had formed subconsciously parted for him. The vines and branches crackled and curled away from his feet, making a path straight to you. The sound of the sobs became clearer and clearer to his ears. The plants tickled his skin lightly as his grey tank didn’t cover his arms.

Druig ducked his head carefully as he entered the wooden dome you had conjured. Small lightning bugs wandered, allowing a soft hue of gold light to illuminate your figure. He glanced back out towards the way he came, but the branches had returned to their intertwined state.

You felt his hands on your shoulders, warm and calculated - as always. Gently he pried you from your position. He sat down next to you, guiding you towards his own body.

“Come here my Y/N,” Druig murmured to you. Reluctantly, you let him. Your father’s gold ring clutched tightly in your fist, going nowhere. Druig pulled you atop his lap, where you barely just fit. He whispered sweet nothings into your ears, kissed your hair, and hand your head close to his chest.

Slowly, the plants and branches began to melt back into the forest and their rightful places. Ikaris and Kingo moved Gilgamesh with the utmost care and respect, and you painfully watched through strands of hair.

It felt like your world was finished. Gone - destroyed - irreparable.

Druig brushed his fingers through your hair gently, gently rubbing circles into your arm.

Then and there, something in Druig switched. He wouldn’t let a damn thing near you or your loved ones - at any cost. If it meant he’d battle Arishem himself for creating the Deviants that did this, then so be it.

“I will have my revenge.”

Druig hummed in agreement, helping you to your feet, “And I will by your side for every second of it.”

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