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angelltheninth · 1 month

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Bucky Barnes Doesn't Pull Out in Time

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, accidental creampie, cumeating, aftercare, kissing

A/N: Feeling a certain type of way today. That way is soft but messy.

Bucky is usually the pillar of discipline and is undeterred by silly distractions, emotional or physical for that matter

In this case you were already physically engaged, bodies pressed against each other, legs spread, pushing each other apart, hips slapping against each other in a frenzy

As much as the voice in the back of his mind screamed at him that there are risks to not pulling out right now he chose to ignore it

There's still time, he can still stay inside your pussy for a bit more

Feeling it ripple and dance and squeeze around his cock so perfectly he smiles down at you

Perfect for him, your pussy was all but made for his cock

Everything he's been through feels forth it just for moments like these

Where you hold him close as your voice is on the verge of breaking from screaming his name

His cold fingers don't neglect your clit, rubbing it with each thrust, making you beg him not to stop

Your pleas, how you're so close, how you love his cock, you love him, you can feel every inch of him inside your sensitive walls

Sweat gathers at his brow, he gives it one final push

Balls deep inside of you hot cum is pushed deep inside your pussy

With his pussydrunk state over his eyes finally clear and the sight before him is mouthwatering

His cum trickling out of your well-fucked hole, he almost wants to go again

But he knows it's not good to overdo these things, your legs, your whole body is shaking already

He even skips his usual routine of kissing your pussy to kiss your lips instead

You need aftercare, you need a bath and wash away all that sweat and cum

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spidey-x-male-reader · 11 months

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can you pls do a hobie brown x Male reader? Like yk how every Spider-Man has like a Gwen or an mj and all the other spiderman ask hobie like “what abt you do you have a gwen or mj?” And he introduces his bf to them?

Pairing: Hobie Brown (Spider-Punk) x male!reader

Requested: yes / no

Warnings: ///

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! I'm finally getting back into the mood to write again. This is the first x reader I've written since a long time but I'm always happy to get requests to better myself

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

MASTERLIST

“Aaand MJ and Mayday are finally back home” Peter said when walking back into the main hall to look at his team members. “But she really liked finally meeting all of you. Even you, Miguel.”

Hobie looked over at Miguel with a slight smirk, watching how Miguel clearly seemed unhappy with this whole situation. But it wasn’t like he could stop Peter at this point. He brought his daughter to work here so why not his wife too? At least for a visit.

“We’re not going to make a habit out of getting visitors here, understand?” Miguel spoke in a stern tone.

“I think we should do quite the opposite. Get more visitors”, Peter grinned, now finally turning to Hobie. “I mean you haven’t brought anyone over yet. You got a MJ or Gwen?”

Hobie let out a scoff. Most people seemed to be having a MJ, or even a Gwen, even if that one seemed to be working out less. He still shook his head. “No MJ or Gwen. I have a (y/n).”

Miles now also moved closer. “(y/n)? Who’s that?”

Apparently this was a community meeting now since Gwen sat down with them too. “Are we talking about (y/n)? He’s Hobie’s boyfriend. The absolute coolest really. We played the drums together one time and–”

“You got a boyfriend? How didn’t we know that before?”

Hobie shrugged. “You didn’t ask.”

“You gotta invite him.”

“Didn’t you just hear how I told you that there shouldn’t be more visitors.” Miguel clearly looked annoyed with his colleagues.

“Well now I really have to get him.”, Hobie smirked.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

You walked into the compound looking around, dozens of spider-people walking around everywhere. “You really didn’t overdo it, Hobie” you grin, while walking next to him.

“When have I ever overdone anything, love?”, he smirked at you. “We’re almost there.”

“Gwen’s there too?”

“Gwen, Miles, Peter, Miguel, Pavitr probably. They have all been excited. Well most of them. I don’t think Miguel ever gets excited.”, he looked over when he realised you were slowing down a bit. “You don’t gotta be nervous. They’ll love you. And if they don’t it’s their loss”

You nodded, but still grabbed his hand before you two entered the room together. It was almost a comfort to have him this close. And it was almost a comfort that he didn’t seem to mind. He never said anything about it, he didn’t judge you for anything.

The only person you recognized in the room was Gwen who immediately ran over to you.

“(y/n)! Good to see you!”, she grinned, giving you a classic fistbump. “Come on. You gotta meet the rest”, she said, pulling you along.

“Hey Gwen. Try not to steal my boyfriend.” Hobie just chuckled, just walking after you two. It wasn’t like he wasn’t used to you stealing everyones attention wherever you went, even if you didn’t mean to. He couldn’t quite blame anyone for being fascinated by you either.

Every day he looked at you, he fell in love all over again. You once asked him if he didn’t get tired of that one point but he had just shaken his head before saying ‘How could I ever get tired of you?’

And now all of that proved itself true again. You, Pavitr, Gwen and Miles had hunched over in a corner, snickering about something for the first part of your meeting. He was glad you got along with everyone so quickly.

With Peter it was easy too, even if the amount of Baby pictures he tried to show you was almost concerning. You handled it well though. And then it was time for the big boss fight. Miguel, who had menacingly stood in the corner the whole time, watching closely so you didn’t touch anything.

“If you manage to keep him under control I don’t have anything against you being here from time to time.”, Miguel simply said.

“I don’t keep him under control. No one can do that, trust me.”, you grinned, looking over at your boyfriend. Sure he was chaotic, constantly getting the both of you in trouble but honestly? “I wouldn’t have it any other way”, you lightly patted Miguel’s shoulder before moving back to Hobie.

“Already done with meeting everyone?”

“You told me there was a cafeteria.”

“Now that’s what I like to hear.”

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gatorbites-imagines · 11 months

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Hihi, love your writing. Just sending over a request for a male reader (could be ftm if you'd life) with Hobie Brown? So basically the reader is apart of the organisation too and is a spiderman (could be possibly like a rock and/or punk based spiderman, or something completely opposite it's up to you) and it's how he had met Hobie and how they got close? I can send more details over if you'd like, thanks!

Hobie Brown x Male reader

Headcanons

I couldnt find any gifs of hobie yet, so just have this one.

Spoilers for Across the Spiderverse I guess? Reader is a Juggalo because I like ICP lmao.

You were one of the Spidermen that stood out somewhat amongst every other spiderperson around. You suit was white and black and had Juggalo features painted on the face. You wore a baggy ICP t-shirt and black shorts, maybe even a jacket or battle vest covered in patches. You wore a pair of heavy boots as well, perfect for kicking ass.

Along with that you didn’t respect the machine, aka the people in charge, as much as everyone else. You liked fighting and busting fascist and racist heads, you didn’t get involved with cops, and you were stubborn like a mule. This resulted in Miguel hating you because you were so difficult, but you were one of the best, so he kept you around.

You really liked fighting, which could be seen in the claws you added to your gloves, the brass knuckles worked into your suit, or the hard covering on your knees perfect for kneeing people in the chin. Those were only the visible ones, but you had many other hidden gizmos. This made you a bit of an outcast amongst the spiderpeople, but you didn’t care, you didn’t care about anyone’s approval but your own.

When Hobie joined the organization, it had been for Gwen’s sake in the beginning, since he himself doesn’t care much for large organizations with one leader who makes all the decisions. He puts up with it though, since its his duty to be spiderman.

Color him intrigued when one day he, Gwen and Jessica are called to Miguel’s area. When they arrive, they first see Miguel pacing back and forth rubbing his temples in clear annoyance, and second, they see a spiderman perched on the wall with little respect in his posture, roasting Miguel from head to toe.

Hobie already liked you from just that, but when you jump down to introduce yourself and he sees the anti-capitalism and anti-cop patches on your jacket? He might have fallen in love.

You, Gwen and Hobie were sent on a mission together, and you and Hobie got along like a house on fire. Gwen joked about being a third wheel the entire time, but she was just entertained about how well you two got along.

Outside of missions Hobie and you hang out most of the time, jumping into each other’s dimensions and just spending time at the others place. Hobies place is as punk rock as you can imagine, with all his instruments and an organized mess going on.

Your place is more what you’d imagine from someone who listens to rap, hiphop and ICP. You got a lot of music, casettes, cds, anything you can imagine. Lotsa posters or homemade merch stapled to the wall, etc.

When Hobie and Gwen make their band, you are invited of course, you are the singer. You can rap up a storm and speak so fast its hard for them to keep up some days. Hobie won’t admit it for a while, but hearing you spit bars makes his heart flutter.

Gwen would tease the both of you for having a crush on the other, which you both deny, because you are both cool and having crushes isn’t cool.

Gwen jokes about you two being boyfriends after you accidentally wear each other’s vest after spending the night at Hobies’ place. You both just roll your eyes at her and roast her with no actual heat, just doing it how friends would do it.

You both start dating at some point, neither of you can pinpoint when. One day you two just find yourselves cuddling on your rundown patched up couch without your masks on, cuddling and kissing.

Neither of you ever actually ask if you are boyfriends now or not, because you both know you are. It takes a while for Gwen and Pavitr a while to realize you two are together, since you don’t actually act any different.

Its only when they see you pull up his mask and your own to kiss him before going on a mission that it clicks for the both of them. They both whine that neither of you actually told them you were together.

When the movie happens you peace out the same moment as Hobie, having stolen your own tech so you two can keep visiting each other even if you aren’t part of the organization anymore.

Neither of you were ever big parts of being part of it anyways and only stayed for each other and for your friends, but seeing how Miguel deals with the whole Miles situation, you agree you need to leave.

You work together to make the watch for Gwen so she can save Miles. You two might join her too if needed, especially you, because you will take any chance to knock Miguel on his ass, maybe knock out those cheesy fangs of his.

Like I said, you hate authority. And since Miguel is authority, you hate him. Hobie follows after you because hes whipped and loves you deeply, plus he knows you can get kinda careless at times, so he has to pull you outta trouble if he needs.

You are both so grossly whipped for each other, it makes Gwen and Pavitr gag, though its fake gagging. You share clothes, instruments. You do his eyeliner and paint his nails, he does your Juggalo face paint. He always makes sure to give you a big kiss, which just wipes the paint onto his lips too.

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violentdelightsandviolentends · 6 months

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hey murphy!! i saw that you’re still accepting or going forth with your 3k celebration, so curiosity struck me…

could i order a rum with bucky barnes?

(i wanna hear some headcannons you got for this man. i can’t help but ask! but ofc if you’re too busy with honey girl chapter 5 i totally get it, i hope all is well and take care of yourself darling ❤️)

Bucky Barnes Headcanons.

warnings - sexual content.

my love, thank you for this!! if anyone agrees/disagrees or has any thoughts on these, please feel free to discuss/send them to my inbox. <3

3k celebration post here. 3k masterlist here.

- I think Bucky wants a simple life. Definitely appreciates the little things. I think he'd thrive in a 'regular' job - working weekdays, weekends off, probably something physical/manual. Maybe a small town, away from the city. The man needs a break.

- The most observant lover/partner. Because he's always kind of 'on guard', he notices everything. Can and will read you like a book.

- Would definitely use/benefit from therapy eventually. I know he didn't like it in TFATWS, but I think after those events, his eyes open a little. Learns the importance of communication and tries his best.

- Doesn't want children. Between the whole super soldier age thing and the trauma, I don't believe he's ever going to want kids. Marriage is definitely on the cards, though. He'd look handsome in a tux.

- He'd definitely benefit from a pet of some kind. I know he has Alpine in the comics, but I do think a dog would benefit him. Not a puppy, but a rescue. Something he can focus his attention on, it offers comfort, gets him out the house a couple of times a day.

- It'd take some time, but once he lets his guard down again, his love language is touch. Touches you all the damn time. His hand on your back, your hips, in your back pocket. Linking his fingers with yours whenever you're close enough. Fiddling with your hair. Kissing your temple, your cheek, the corner of your mouth whenever you give him the chance.

and now onto the sexy stuff...

- I have a firm belief that this man is filthy. Fucks like he's feral. Sweaty, dirty, we're-definitely-going-to-hell type sex.

- I think after he's worked through some of his trauma, he's using that metal arm. The temperature play? He's into it. He likes to watch you gasp. Shiver. Shake.

- He's a grabber. He's so strong, he's leaving bruises wherever he's got a hold of you. Hips, ass, wrists. He'll apologise, at first. Later, he won't.

- Likes his hair pulled. Hard. Likes to toe the line between pain and pleasure. He likes that edge. Likes it when you bite him. Loves when you scratch your nails down his skin.

- Thrives on intimacy. Loves to be skin to skin with you. Wants every part of himself to be plastered to every part of you. Presses your foreheads together, swallows your moans straight into his mouth. Puts his mouth next to your ear so you get a front row seat to the delicious sounds he makes.

in conclusion, he's perfect, your honour.

please feel free to send me any opinions on these!! agree, disagree, expand.. if you send me a thought (feel free to get dirty ;)) I'll always expand and maybe write a little for it... <3

#murphy's 3k celebration #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x reader fluff #bucky barnes x reader smut #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes headcanon #bucky barnes headcanons #marvel imagine #marvel x reader #marvel x reader smut #marvel smut #marvel headcanons #marvel headcanon #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x female reader

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blue-sadie · 5 months

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Flick Of A Paint Brush

Moon System

You being a artist while dating them

Steven Grant

He gets you specific things like bowls, mugs, plates, vases etc just so when he sees them or uses them he thinks of you, definitely not so if in the future they find it they'll know how much of a great artist you are.

When he finally gets the courage his asks you to teach him how to paint his curiosity sparked by watching you paint and how you get so involved with each swipe of the paint brush.

If you ask to paint him, he'll become a babblering mess, his breath catching in his throat while his cheeks turn dark red, if he agrees he'll be fidgeting with his hands the entire time.

His most prized possession from you was a vase you brought from Walmart it was plane white intill you had a free afternoon, you painted some of his favorite gods onto it even wrote a little message in hieroglyphics which he stares at everytime he misses you.

Marc Spector

He let's you doodle all over, when watching a movie he gives you his arm to doodle on when your bored, he stares at each thing you've drawn in the mirror when you have fallen asleep, he takes a photo of each one compiling a album of all of them.

He'd rather watch then join and if you 'convince' him he'll begrudgingly join in but he'll get distracted easily and just stare at you instead.

He'll be all bashful if you ask to paint him he'll joke about being naked while posing dramatically but he gets more intrigued and curious as he sees you go into great detail capturing his every detail.

His favorite was a little doodle you did while he was sleeping his naked chest was just a blank canvas waiting to be doodled on it was a little moon with a fox sitting on it with his tail hanging down you have to make him not tattoo it on so he was a photo printed out next to your guys bed.

Jake Lockley

He's more of a classical person and buys you different size canvas so he can hang them around the apartment to make it more homey and so the apartment will feel like you even if your not there but also staring at the paintings calms him down.

He's a brave man no one can deny that but never in a million years will he get enough courage to ask you if he could join he's to scared he'll ruin the paints or break the paint brushes.

He'll refuse at first but as he sees the more effort you put in into asking him he'll cave but you'll have to tell him to smile or remind him to stay still.

He loves the big canvas painting you did of your guys first date it was in a coffee shop by the ocean he finds just by looking at it he gets the fuzzy feeling again he felt on the date.

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traveller-of-the-knight · 3 days

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Ok, so!

You know all the "Doctor Strange Astoprojects the mk system and we cinematically see the three alters slipping out of the body.

But but but hear me out!

What about Dr. Strange trying to push one person out of his body and failing because it is actually a system and he needs more strength to push them away.

So Strange would hit their chest multiple times expecting something to happen but uh-uh nothing and poor Steven tries to get away from him.

Eventually he puts more effort and manages to do something, that is making Jake front by pushing Steven away from the front and suddenly gets slapped by him.

Jake gets into a fist fight with Strange while Strange tries to use his powers to teleport Jale away from him.

Eventually he manages to astroproject them for a second and he sees Jake and Marc splitting from the body holding hands until Steven pulls them back in.

They are together in this they won't let anyone separate them, Strange needs to try harder.

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teabag-of-mischief · 6 months

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Loki's wikipedia page in the MCU would be like:

Loki Odinson is

*was

*is

*was

*is

#loki #loki odinson #loki mcu #marvel cinematic universe #marvel headcanon #loki headcanon

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incorrect-wandanat · 6 months

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natasha romanoff is the type of woman to get hit by a car and then walk home to tell her girlfriend.

tell me you can’t imagine her limping in the front door and wanda’s all “oh my god, you’re bleeding?!?” expecting it to be some kind of mission gone wrong or a training accident.

then nat just smiles and waves it off like “no no no. baby, it was just a toyota on seventh.”

and wanda can’t possibly understand how she is so chill about this, and nat doesn’t understand why wanda is so freaked out. like, it was a car. not a bad guy. this is a good day for her.

but wanda drags her to the hospital where it turns out she has a couple bruised ribs and a sprained ankle, and again, nat does. not. care. and it’s not in the i’m repressing everything from everyone kind of way, but in the i get a whole day off work with prescribed girlfriend cuddles kind of way.

TL;DR nat wants girlfriend cuddles and is totally fine that getting hit by a car is what gets them.

#natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #marvel headcanon #scarletwidow #natasha x wanda #marvel mcu #mcu headcanons #wandanat #wanda x natasha

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archieimagines · 1 year

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Imagine helping Marc through a panic attack.

this may be set in an au where marc isn’t such a firmly closed book. or maybe he just really trusts you enough to let you see him like this. yeah, that sounds cute. that must be it! warnings: grief, panic and anxiety, nightmares, DID, ptsd, angst. what else did you expect? requested by: the amazing @wife-of-marc-and-steven! when i saw this prompt for marc i literally let out a humongous YES because why hadn’t i thought of it already? perfect picking, you lil genius. thank you so much! <3 written by: archie

this is inspired by @yournewwriter‘s gentle prompts: helping through panic/anxiety attacks.

He shot up in bed, a wretched gasp tearing from his throat. He heaved for breath, legs not even realising the scramble they gave as he fought his way out of his nightmare, barely aware of you shooting to sit upright beside him in the darkness.

It was too dark. It let his visions loom, ones that he wasn’t even sure were accurate, his little brother’s face swimming in his mind.

May eighteenth was always the hardest.

This year he’d tried to push it from his mind, pretend like he hadn’t even noticed when the week rolled around, even though he’d noticed how tentative you were, how delicate you were in speaking to him.

It made him want to try his best for you. It didn’t sit well in his soul to try and forget his brother’s birthday, as if he was denying his existence entirely— but nothing else had ever worked, and he knew it upset you to see him like that every year, how he’d cut out to Steven for a full few days to avoid it all.

Ignoring it was the only thing left for him to try, and he’d do it for you.

But all of that was useless when he stared into the darkness, tugging at the collar of his shirt to fight for more air, unaware of the breathless sobs that tore his soul apart.

It was horrid to see, and there was nothing you could do. Your gentle words fell on deaf ears, lost against the volume of his cries, your desperate hands rubbing at his back and thigh. But it had the opposite effect you’d hoped for. His sobs grew into loud, pained cries that filled the room, squirming to get away from your touch.

This wasn’t okay. He was stuck in it.

You jolted to slam on the nightlight, the soft yellow glow spilling across the side of his creased, pained face. His brows tugged together and eyes creased, mouth caught in a open frown, a dribble of spit hanging over his lip. He was out of control.

“Marc, hey,” you called, “Hey, hey. Come back to me.” You shifted to settle between his knees, delicate fingertips touching to his cheeks before cupping them. Your thumbs brushed over his cheekbones in what you hoped were soothing rhythms, hushing and whispering. “Open your eyes, my darling… Open your eyes.”

His face stayed scrunched, pained yelps spilling out amongst breathless whimpers. He was such a state, red and blotchy with the pressure of his stress, cheeks shining with the uncontrollable fall of tears. A stab to your chest would hurt less.

“Please, Marc, look at me?” You brushed along his lashes to ease the tears away, hoping that if he’d just open his eyes, just see you in the dim light and the love in your eyes, it might just help him calm… but it was all lost on him. “I’m here, baby. Come back to me.” It was so hard to keep your own tears out of your voice, and it trembled with the weight.

You were frantic now. You shifted in closer, an arm around his shoulders to draw him into a gentle hold, placing your soft, sniffling kisses to his temple amongst your whispers, hoping that at least that would get through. “Breathe, darling. Breathe.”

It wasn’t working. His hands stayed gripped in the sheets, rooted into place, into his struggles, his cries taking free roam of the night. He shook in your hold, entirely blocked off, worked into such a state that he’d surely pass out-

He stopped.

Cut off like a scream with death, a harsh silence filled the room. Deafening.

Calm arms looped around your waist.

“At this hour? You really have an appetite, sweetheart.”

Your heart shattered. Steven.

You pulled away and bit back a sniffle, hands resting light on his shoulders.

Steven peered up at you with that charming smile, despite the blotchiness of his cheeks and the red in his eyes. He had no idea what was going on, no idea that he’d even had a brother.

But he knew you, and for now that would do.

His eyes grew concerned as he registered your tears in the low light, and an adoring sleeve dabbed to your cheeks. “Are you alright, darling? What happened- a nightmare?”

You let out a soft sniffle, yet an almost-chuckle rode out on it as he wiped your nose, not even a moment of hesitation on his part.

He loved you so entirely, with every version of him, and you didn’t want to worry him. He’d cut out to Steven to avoid all this, and you weren’t going to confuse him on top of it all.

“Yeah, just a nightmare, but I’m okay.”

“Not to worry, I’m here. Yeah? I’ll hold you while you get some kip.” He was so earnest. So lovely, looking after you like it was you that needed the comfort. Those big brown eyes shone up at you, that familiar endearing quirk to his lips. His face was calming down, taking his natural tone once again, his cheeks drying, losing any remnants of his episode.

Yet, you were exhausted. You gave a nod and placed a soft kiss between his brows before settling by his side once again, watching as he reached over for his glass of water. He took some long gulps and muttered to himself in that English accent, “Might be getting sick, I got a sore throat for some reason.”

“Mm,” you hummed, trying to hide how dejected you were. You loved Steven, of course. But his presence told you that Marc couldn’t cope, that all the work he’d been putting into handling his struggles hadn’t paid off.

Perhaps someday, you hoped as you settled into Steven’s arms and closed your eyes, readying yourself for the next few days with him. Perhaps someday, Marc would be alright.

#marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #marc spector imagine #steven grant imagine #moon knight x reader #moon knight imagine #oscar isaac imagine #oscar isaac x reader #marc spector #steven grant #moon knight #oscar isaac #marvel headcanon #written by archie #gentle prompts

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averagewriter-inthedark · 1 year

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My Bestie’s A Genius | Shuri Headcanon

Link to my marvel masterlist

Being the child of Tony Stark, having a genius level IQ, and best friends with Princess Shuri of Wakanda would look like:

Okay so believe it or not you two became friends through social media and were literally anonymous mutuals for some time. I’m talking you both either were on Tumblr of all places or had secret instagram accounts that only followed select individuals. You were already a semi-public figure with close to a million followers, but had a secret account dedicated for snooping people you admired. For Shuri, Wakanda kept their way of life private so she had an anonymous page where she showcased her creations that did not involve vibranium or labeled it as a different metal to throw people off.

Both of you knew the other was a genius which is what started the friendship in the first place. You had followed Shuri’s private page and she followed your public one but it wasn’t until you slid in her dms to compliment a deign she posted that you two began talking.

Shuri had let you know from the beginning that she loved to build tech, while you focused on the field of Quantum physics. That’s what your private instagram was mostly used, but you kept any information linking back to you secret. Mostly you talked about the science and offered advice to people seeking education/work in STEM.

Both of you enjoyed the anonymity without the pressure of the outside world. it gave you some peace of mind being able to confide without judgment for who your father was. And for Shuri, she wasn’t looked at as just a princess of a nation. You both admired each other’s intelligence and wit.

It wasn’t until you both skipped on some personal details when messaging each other that you guys were like “wait, are you….who I think you are.”

Of course you two knew of each other and were the same age, but had yet to formally meet after the chaos of recent years. The whole Accords thing brought a lot of changes to both of your lives being that Shuri lost her father and you witnessed the break down of the Avengers who were like a second family to you.

The first FaceTime call you guys had was wild. Shuri, mindful of what you saw around her, couldn’t believe she hadn’t figured out who you were after you said your ‘family’ was in the public eye a lot because of what they did. Not to mention you said your father went to MIT & owned a large company that your grandfather founded.

“I’m surprised it took so long for us to finally meet. I’ve been following your personal page for years and was fascinated when you manipulated quantum energy for one of your prototypes.” “Same goes for you, Shuri. I’ve been a fan of your page since you created it! Did you really develop your own A.I system when you were fourteen? That’s so freakin cool.”

You guys continued to talk for months and soon your friendship blossomed with you guys texting nearly every other day. You talked school, work, ranted about people who annoyed you and romantic interests you were involved in. “Finding a suitor is the least of my concern nowadays. I just want to spend the hours in my lab where my devices don’t talk back to me.” “Ain’t that the truth. Romance is exhausting.”

“How was the banquet last night?” “Boring as always. Just a bunch of fancy people in suits and gowns who continue to look down on me cause I’m younger though I have more accomplishments than they could dream of.”

“Did you complete that update you were telling me about?” “Yes and I’m so pleased with how it turned out. I had to remind my brother again that just because something works doesn’t mean it can’t be improved.”

Eventually you two considered the other your best friend. For two years you maintained contact and when you developed the hologram system to be long range with the help of F.R.I.D.A.Y, you were able to project the other to y’all’s location. “Holy shit! This is amazing!”

You guys give each other advice, gossip on the latest celebrity drama, pick out outfits whenever you have an event and share ideas about designs.

There were future plans for you two to meet in person, with Shuri hoping to travel to Boston where you attended school MIT after graduation high school early. But to both of your surprise, you ended up in Wakanda with Steve, Bruce, Sam, Rhodey, Vision, Wanda, and Natasha after your father went missing following a fight with aliens sent by Thanos. When you got the news you raced to Avengers compound where you met up the the others.

Steve was hesitant to let you come, but when it was revealed where they were going you said, “I can help. Trust me, both Shuri and I can figure something out.” Everyone became confused with Rhodey going, “How is it you know the princess of Wakanda?” “She’s my bestie. A genius one at that.”

The second you stepped into the lab Shuri squealed, ignoring the array of looks you two were receiving as she pulled you into a hug. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” “Eh, though I’d surprise you.” T’challa looked between the two of you, before raising his brows to his sister for an answer. “You two know each other?” “I told you, brother, my bestie’s a genius.”

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spidey-x-male-reader · 11 months

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i just got so excited when you said you wanted to write for Hobie Brown UGH hes just so pookie bear 😽

could you do some relationship hcs ?? (bonus points if reader is the same height or taller then him 😼)

gn reader or male reader would be perfect!! ty ^^

Headcanon: Dating Hobie Brown

Requested: yes / no

Warning: use of the f word

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

MASTERLIST

Goddammit Hobie is literally the best boyfriend

That guy randomly shows up, climbing in through your window and is like “let’s hang out”

You have to get used to chaos everywhere you two go

You go onto the most adventurous dates

Sometimes those dates are dangerous too and sometimes just a little illegal. You’ll get used to it

“eh…Hobie? Should we be here?” “nope”

He gives you support with whatever you do

You can do the most stupid shit, if you’re sure about it, he gives you his full support

He just stands there and is like “Yeah! That’s my boyfriend!”

You tell him that you always wanted to do something? Well guess what he has planned for the next day

That man lays down the world to your feet and then starts rambling about how you shouldn’t use this as dictatorship though

You’ll have to do get used to loud music and shitty jokes

No i will not elaborate

He doesn’t seem like he pays attention sometimes but he listens to everything you says

You mention your favourite food on the side? Congratulations. He now has that one memorised forever and will (try to) cook it for you at some point

And if you’re taller than him? He’ll never hear the end of it

He sometimes lets you use him as an armrest though, but only because you asked so much and he loves you

If you’re not good at playing music he constantly lets you watch any kind of performance he has with his band, making sure you feel included the whole time

“And before our next song starts, who’s this mighty fine fella in the first row?” “Hobie I swear to god.”

He sometimes tells you about the missions he went on while you sew his costume back up after it eventually ripped somewhere

(He’s so fucking thankful for that)

And last but not least

THAT MAN APPRECIATES AND LOVES YOU FOR WHO YOU ARE BECAUSE YOU’RE PERFECT JUST THE WAY YOU ARE

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gatorbites-imagines · 6 months

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Kinktober day 18

Steve Rogers + title kink (daddy, sir, etc)

Reader kinda inspired by Wolverine in this.

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You couldn’t remember the first time you had met Steve Rogers, when you had lived for over a hundred years, you had a habit of losing track of such things. But you remembered he was a small scrawly asthmatic little thing, ready to take on any injustice that crossed his path even if it had him put in the ground way more times than he ever actually succeeded.

You had already been over a hundred at the time, you had taken part in multiple wars, seen how America was built from the ground up going from colony to country, and you had settled down there just for somewhere to be. You still traveled the world, you didn’t really have anything else to use your time on, but you always found yourself returning to what was now Brooklyn.

You had just returned to Brooklyn from a trip across the pond, that meaning you had returned from Europe. It was all experience that told you that war was brewing again, you had taken part in the first and felt no interest in being part of the second, you just wanted to take a break. Now, the war hadn’t broken out yet, but you could feel it in your bones.

That was how you found yourself in the alleyway for the first time, as a couple of guys were ganging up on some scrawny pale blonde who looked like a strong gust of wind was gonna knock him over. You acted on instinct, never standing much for injustice, knocking the fellas on their ass and sending them running from your size and glare alone, before you pulled the skinny guy to his feet.

He had looked like he was ready to start swinging on you too if you tried anything, you had liked that, that spark in his eyes. One thing led to another, and the two of you found yourselves sitting on a curb in some less populated street, sharing a bottle of alcohol. Now, alcohol had never had an effect on you, but you liked the taste, but it had left Steve stumbling and red faced.

He hadn’t told you where he lived before, he got too wasted to tell you, but you hadn’t wanted to leave him there on the street. That was how Steve found himself waking up in your apartment, which was spartan at best as you had little care for physical possessions. Your relationship with Steve bloomed from there, you even met Bucky who didn’t seem to know what to do with you the first time he saw you.

But time passed, and you felt drawn to Steve in a way you hadn’t felt for anyone in a long time, and it was clear to your knowing eyes that Steve felt the same. He wasn’t gonna tell you that though, you could tell, unlike him you didn’t have any doubts about yourself and your sexuality though. One night when it was just the two of you, you had leaned in and kissed him, the scrawny guy almost jumping out of his seat.

But as it seemed to hit him that you were kissing him, he had thrown his skinny arms around you and crawled into your lap with a desperation you’d rarely find anywhere else. He had little experience as he kissed, Steve having to disconnect your lips at multiple times so he could catch his breath, his asthma making it impossible to kiss him as deeply as you wanted.

His health made it impossible to ever truly go too far in you relationship, as you didn’t want to push his already weak body further than it could take. It didn’t keep you from kissing all over his frail ribs or licking out his hole as he shivered and moaned in that gasped raspy way only Steve could.

That was the first time the title left his lips, a gasped short cry of “daddy” as he came against his chest, his hands grasping onto your wrist as you rubbed his chest with your thumbs. He seemed embarrassed for about a second, unsure of how you would react, that was until you dove in with even more gusto than before, leaving him to tremble even more as you pushed him over the edge again.

After that, that title became something important to the two of you, something muttered behind closed doors when no one was around. Even after he entered the super soldier program and almost rivaled you in size, he was still your boy, and you were still his daddy. You hadn’t wanted to join up in the second world war, but seeing him run off on his own, the protectiveness in your chest as wailed and you followed.

It was only after everything, after you lost him to the ice that you realized you had never actually told him about your powers. You hadn’t said anything before he got the serum because it was unbelievable and you wanted to keep him safe, and after the serum, everything had moved too fast, and it just never seemed to be the time.

And so time passed once more, you sold your old apartment and the few things inside, except for the sketchbooks left behind by your boy and ring he has said was his mothers wedding ring, when one night you had been cuddling in bed dreaming about a world where men could marry one another. You started wearing it on a chain around your neck, as a symbol of your loyalty to your boy, even though your time was short.

There was no reason to join the X-men, it was just something you did. Logan was like yourself, and youd run into each other multiple times over the years, so when he asked if you wanted to join up, you thought “why not” and became part of the group of mutants. You weren’t as active of a member as the others, rather sticking to the background and doing your own thing, joining the fight when you needed too.

At some point the X-men became too much for you, maybe it was because you were so used to always being on the move, so with a farewell party, you parted on good terms. Youd come to their aid if they needed it, but you knew it wasn’t where you were meant to be, and so, you started traveling again.

You were in Asia at the time when you saw the news, Captain America coming back to life, saved from the ice. It was hard to tell how you got from Asia to New York, or why you even went back, maybe he didn’t want to see you again or was ready to move on to the future. It wasn’t hard to find the apartment they had set him up in, Stark, that was, not SHIELD. It wasn’t a secret that SHIELD wasn’t to be trusted, it was why you disappeared into the wind when Stark and Peggy started building it.

Maybe a part of your brain had given out, the logical part at least, as you knocked on his door, almost nervously brushing your fingers through your beard and hair. You hadn’t styled it in a while, there hadn’t been a need too as you traveled the world. But now that you were standing here you felt inadequate to appear before you boy.

He seemed cautious as he opened the door, and it took a moment for recognition to flash through those pretty blue eyes of his. His eyes widened and his expression softened in disbelief, it wasn’t your name that left his lips, but a tiny whispered “daddy?” that did, tears welling in his eyes as he didn’t seem to believe what he was seeing.

Stepping towards him, the door fell shut behind you as you wrapped your arms around each other, holding on with the strength only a super soldier and mutant like you could, deep sobs leaving Steve as he cried into your shoulder, a shaky “daddy, daddy, daddy” leaving him as he tried to get as close to you as possible, like you were gonna disappear if he let go.

His hair was soft between your fingers as you ran your hand through it, kissing him deeper than any kiss in the past had ever allowed, letting him suck desperately on your tongue as he seemed to grow restless, his hands finding their way up under your jacket and into your shirt, rubbing at your hairy scarred torso.

You guys didn’t even make it to the bedroom, or even the couch, clothes pulled off or even ripped with little care as you tumbled to the floor with a thud, Steves noises as high and whiny as you remembered him all those years ago. A deep part of you felt desperate for his touch, you thought you had lost him forever but now here he was, healthy and bright as the day you lost him.

Steve almost looked like he was gonna start crying again when he saw the necklace around your neck, still carrying the ring you had saved all those years ago. A warbled “daddy” was drawn out of him as he kissed the spot on your chest the ring rested on as he clambered on top of you.

After all these years he could finally have you inside him, and it was all you both had waited for as he rode you, as inexperienced he his kissing had once been, but neither of you seemed to care as you just gripped his hips to lead him. You were over 200 years old, but never in all your years had you seen something as beautiful as Steve on the woes of pleasure, moans and whines of pleasure, “daddy” being repeated almost like a prayer.

Even as he came Steve didn’t seem to want to stop, and your mutant genes and his super soldier serum allowed you to keep going for multiple rounds, giving your boy all that he had missed during the years he hadn’t been able to take you because of his health, hands grasping, and lips locked in passion that the future finally seemed to allow.

It took a while, but you got the two of you dragged to his bedroom and onto his bed, holding your boy close as he sighed a soft “daddy” against your neck as he clutched onto you like he still didn’t dare to believe that you were truly there. You guys would have to talk about it all at some point, some time soon, but right now all that mattered was holding your boy, and all that mattered for Steve was being held by you, his daddy.

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violentdelightsandviolentends · 14 days

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Okay, so I see you’re still somewhat accepting requests, so hear me out on this little HC or scenario okay?

What if you take Bucky to a rage room? What’s he doing, how long does it take him to start fr raging, does he even rage, etc.

Tysm and have a good day!

- Sunny

bucky barnes and the rage room.

hi sunny!! here are my personal opinions/headcanons about it. if you or anyone agrees or disagrees, i’d love to hear your thoughts <3

- Honestly, I don’t think he’s into it. My first instinct was that he wouldn’t even go. I think if his girl really wanted to, he’d tag along, but just because he loves being by your side for everything.

- He’s worked really hard on being better with his emotions, and now he works through them as they happen. He’s really made progress with not bottling stuff up anymore.

- Sure, he gets a little angry occasionally - when people jaywalk in front of his car, or when he breaks something accidentally. But it isn’t rage.

- So, I think you encourage him to find the fun!! Sure, we’re not realistically working through any fury fuelled trauma here, but we can have a laugh and a good time.

- You throw the first plate, both of you flinching when it smashes against the wall. Bucky reminds himself to take a breath, that this is something people do for fun now in the 21st century. It isn’t serious.

- You hand him a glass, encouraging him to do as he wishes. He drops it straight down, almost gently. You grin and rest your forehead against his (as best you can with safety goggles on) to give him a little reassurance.

- He throws the next glass with a little more force, against the bottom of the wall. It shatters into a million pieces, and now Bucky’s starting to get it.

- You suddenly have a baseball bat in your hand, which is worrying for him. You’re clumsy on the best of days, and he doesn’t need you knocking yourself out. He’s got a subtle eye on you as you wind your arm back and swing, straight into an old tv set.

- You barely make a scratch. Suddenly he’s laughing, properly laughing, the sound coming from deep in his stomach. You try to look stern but you can’t, not when he’s folded over, tears dripping down his cheeks. All you can do is beam, giggling through your annoyance.

- He takes the bat from you and gives you a look that asks can I? Of course you nod, stepping back. He takes a swing, cracking the entire thing apart. It’s ancient, so it’s tough, built to last.

- Once he’s made a start, he gives the bat back to you. He’s made it much easier for you now, and you break parts of it off with glee. You swing for the screen, then the top, then the sides. It’s smashed into pieces of debris in no time, both of you cackling as you do it.

- Eventually, when you’re both a little sweaty and worn out, you hang up your safety goggles and call it a day.

- “So, what did you think? Another one of my twenty first century fads?”

He laughs, pulling you into his side and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“As far as your twenty first century fads go, I didn’t mind this one. And you look cute swingin’ a bat around. Maybe we should get you into T Ball.”

You shove at him with your shoulder, rolling your eyes - but you can’t fight the grin on your face.

- Neither of you can deny the way you’re both a little lighter on the way home. Not because you let go of any rage - but because you had fun.

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blue-sadie · 4 months

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A Dark Slumber

they accidentally hurt you when having a nightmare

Steven Grant

The nightmares only started after the whole experience death and finding out his purpose of living he felt used and betrayed, he couldn't stomach looking at marc for a while let alone talking to you about it but what hurt him most was his mother's death.

You both layed soundly in your bed the only noise was from the fish tank that released bubbles every few moments, it was peaceful well for you, Steven's nightmare started with his leg twitch then to his hands pulling at the covers, he started muttering words no one could understand.

He woke you up when he accidentally smacked you in your face making you squeaked out which made him sit up in alarmed by your noise, he'll look around frantically intill his eyes landed on you holding your cheek and he immediately knew what he did.

The first thing he did was ask if your ok he wouldn't come close to you unless you tell him it's ok, he would feel ashamed and full of guilt and breakdown he would tell you everything that's been on his mind mostly about the nightmares and of the things he saw when he died "i-ive just been so stuck in my mind I guess my feelings were just catching up to me"

Marc Spector

He always had nightmares from his childhood but they've never been this bad, after the countless missions he's done he would think that killing would get easier that the guilt feeling would subside but it never did it was actually getting the best of him sometimes.

You were pretty used to his slight movements and bumps in the night he was a restless sleep it was very rare when he had a peaceful slumber, his hands would grasp the blankets tightly his breathing uneven as he twist and turned.

You woke up gasping as you felt your air way close your hands immediately wrapped around his he would only wake up probly when you gasped out his name, he would immediately release your neck and stare blankly at his hands.

He would quickly raise fron the bed and refuse to get back in, you'd have to coax him back in after nights of him on the couch he would take alot of convincing and time to even touch you again the images of him strangling you crossing his mind everytime he comes into contact with your skin "I don't know what came over me it felt as if I lost control of my whole body it was... scary".

Jake Lockley

He never had dreams only nightmares but that hardly ever happened anyway since he normally stares up at the ceiling as you slept beside him, he'll do anything to stay awake the thought of sleeping repulsed him but it was actually the fear if what he'll see that stopped him.

He only closed his eyes for a minute only wanting a slight rest but that was quick to turn into a long slumber but that miracle turned sour as his body started to flinch and his rapid eye moments were frantic, his body thrashed around kicking the blankets off of him and he squirmed around.

The thing that woke you was when you came into contact with the ground the coldness and shock of the fall caused you to scream making him fling himself out of bed to your rescue but it took him a minute to figure out it was his doing that got you onto the floor.

He would profusely apologize and help you back into bed while cursing at himself in spanish as he took got back into bed, he would cuddle you whispering apologizes and praises while making internal promises to himself that he'll never sleep in your presence again afraid it would be worse next time "I'm so sorry mi amor I promise I'll get better"

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witchthewriter · 1 year

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: okay now this actually is my ALL TIME FAVOURITE post that I’ve ever done ... I was literally kicking my feet and giggling while writing this ...

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SFW🌿

Wanda is such a sweet partner. She has so much love and she just needs a person to give her love to. What better idea than to have two people to love?

Nat felt hesitant at first. But got more comfortable with the idea when she saw you and Wanda interacting.

You have Mummy issues? They’re healed. They’re gone.

Wanda is the type of person to call you out of the blue, even when you’re at work. “I just wanted to hear your voice!”

Whereas if Nat called you out of the blue, you’d start to panic

The amount of support and encouragement in this relationship is out of this world.

Whenever you have a bad day, there is always someone ready to make it better

You guys have favourite tv shows and movies that someone will put on randomly, even if no one is watching it. All three of you agree that it’s for comfort; background noise is a must in the household. These are: → Gavin & Stacey: a british tv show that Nat originally thought was ridiculous but now you all do the accents → Modern Family: Wanda LOVES this show, she likes the family dynamics and that they’re always there for one another → Peaky Blinders: This is Nat’s favourite, she loves Tommy Shelby. There are certain aspects of the show that she can connect with → Vikings: all three of you like this show! Especially Lagertha; all of you have a crush on her. → Elf: yes, Wanda knows it’s a Christmas movie, but when she first saw it, she couldn’t stop. So Nat had to put a ban on it unless it’s near Christmas (which Wanda said was November 1st) → Mamma Mia: All three of you know the words to EVERY ABBA song. Once Yelena slept over and you had the movie playing and she became OBSESSED. → Every single Harry Potter movie: Wanda sees herself as a Hufflepuff (is actually a Slytherin), Nat knows and accepts she’s a Slytherin → Practical Magic: comes on during the start of Autumn/Fall and stays playing until the 1st of November

Wanda is an amazing cook, especially when it comes to baking. She usually makes a different sweet at the beginning of the week.

You literally don’t have to lock your house up because you’re protected by the two most formidable women on the planet

Nat’s love language is acts of service and secretly words of affirmation. She absolutely DIES whenever you say “I’m proud of you” or “You did a great job!”

And Nat is always the one to fix tires, lightbulbs and get rid of spiders

You might think that Nat would be against living in a cottage, but she absolutely adores it. It was your idea, and Wanda fell in love with it

There are many pets in your household, Nat felt like they were liabilities at first. She wasn’t used to a breathing thing continuously dependent on her

Wanda was a tad unsure as well, but she folded almost instantly

Your pets are: Trix: the newest addition to the family, she’s a little black kitten who is absolute chaos. She runs up and down the hallways, doing those weird little cat stances. It makes all three of you laugh. Malachi (nicknamed Mal): An Irish wolfhound who had been at the pound for years and was about to be put down Alf: grumpy ol’ fluffy cat who likes to sleep in the sun all day every day. funnily enough, his favourite human is Nat.

Alf bit Sam Wilson when he came to visit and he was so offended because usually animals LOVE him.

There are so many panic buttons around the house in case it becomes a target

Yes, you guys have your own rooms. But they’re basically where you keep your belongings.

Nat works a lot at night, so it’s usually you and Wanda at home by yourselves. When it’s bedtime, you sleep together

Nat’s pet names for you are: ‘sweetheart’, ‘darling’, ‘honey’

Wanda’s pet name for you is: ‘moja ljubav’ meaning ‘my love’. It’s in Serbian which is the official language in Sokovia, where she grew up.

Wanda hums a lot, it’s usually a lullaby from her childhood. It calms her down, especially when she’s worked up

Nat and Wanda like to slow dance in the kitchen. Wanda’s head gently leaning on Nat’s chest, their arms wound tightly around each other. The pots and pans on the stove completely forgotten.

Yelena visits often! She loves Wanda’s cooking, talking with you, and getting to see her big sister. You always beg her to sleep over, and most of the time, she does!

Wanda’s love language is physical touch and quality time. She loves when you kiss her face; peppering small kisses over her nose, cheeks, chin, and forehead.

When Sam comes to visit, he usually brings Bucky and although he starts off as moody, he soon comes to love staying over. He and Nat have a lot in common and chat about their pasts.

Wanda does your and Nat’s nails. She begs Nat to let her do pink but never wins

As a joke you bought everyone matching pajamas, and although it was very funny, you all wear them unironically

Wanda uses her powers for a lot of things, and you absolutely love it. It’s so handy! If something breaks, Wanda can fix it, if you’re out and guys are harassing you, she has the ability to LITERALLY CONTROL THEIR MINDS.

Nat is the least likely to hold grudges, then you, then Wanda...

You’ve all decided that you want to travel the world together. Nat may not appear as excited as you and Wanda (she’s already traveled the world, but that was for missions.)

Wanda wants to go to Disneyland. Can you imagine Nat and Wanda with the mickey ears on?!

Theme Song:

Gimme All Your Love by Alabama Shakes

Relationship Tropes:

✧ Moon (Nat) x Sun (You) x Eclipse (Wanda)

✧ Tragic Past x Ray of Light (this goes for everyone)

✧ The Impulsive (Wanda) x The Hyperactive (You) x The Unheeded Voice of Reason (Nat)

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