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abimess · 6 hours ago
Not allowed to touch
Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Summary: Your stubbornness sometimes makes you say things without thinking, but your girlfriend is willing to make you follow suit with your own words.
Word count: 1.202
Warnings: smut (+18 only!) 
A/N: This is short and probably not good, but I just had the idea and kind of wanted to write it down. And in case you are wondering, yes I have issues. Good reading!
Your friends have a strange habit of oversharing. 
Not that you minded, really. But sometimes it led to moments like this, and you don’t know whether you're laughing because it’s funny or because it’s absurd.
Training has just ended and you, Wanda, Nat and Carol are in a small circle talking about the Captain's sexual woes. 
Apparently on her last date with Maria, Carol made a comment about one of the waitresses that didn't please Maria the slightest bit and now she was getting the ‘no sex’ treatment.
"It sucks to be you, my friend." Nat says with a pitying grimace, but she laughs amused at the situation. You snort and shake your head slightly, attracting the attention of the other women around you. 
"I don't know, guys, I don't understand why this is such a big deal." You say shrugging and Nat and Carol exchange glances disagreeing with your statement. You don't notice, but Wanda raises her eyebrows slightly. 
"What do you mean it's not a big deal?" Carol asks as if you have said the most absurd thing in the world and you giggle. "Come on, Carol, can't you go a day without touching your wife?" 
You tease and Carol crosses her arms, an incredulous smile on her face. "Oh and can you?" She retorts and you shrug. "Of course."
"Oh really?" Wanda speaks from your side and as soon as you look at her your mouth goes dry. She watches you with raised eyebrows and a slight tilt of her head. You swallow hard, but you can't give up now or Carol will tease you forever and you can't lose this argument. 
"Of course I can." You answer, but you don't sound as convincing as you wanted to. Wanda nods slowly with a thoughtful expression and Nat and Carol watch the whole interaction with amused smiles on their faces.
"All right then." Wanda finally speaks again. She says goodbye to the other two and before she leaves she gives you a light kiss on the cheek, which only makes you even more worried. 
You watch the redhead leave, swallowing hard, and only turn your attention to the two around you again when you hear Carol's amused giggle next to you. 
"You, my friend, are fucked." She taunts and you take a deep breath, knowing she is right.
You’ve been walking on eggshells for the whole day.
Whenever Wanda entered the same room you were in, you kept completely silent and avoided speaking anything that might worsen your situation with the witch. 
You offered to help her with the simplest things possible, like opening doors, carrying things, or opening pots for her. 
But she seemed fine, grateful, and even more affectionate than usual. Then you relaxed, and mentally cursed Carol for making you worry for nothing. 
But little did you know what was coming for you.
You’re lying in bed already in your pyjamas and rereading the past mission reports as you wait for Wanda to come out of the bathroom and come lie down with you.
When Wanda enters the room you rest your reports on the nightstand and smile as you see the redhead wearing only an extra-large t-shirt. 
You're about to say she looks lovely but she walks over to you and sits on your lap, holding your face firmly and connecting your lips in an intense, passionate kiss. 
Your brain short circuits for a moment, but you match the kiss just as intensely and sigh deeply when you feel her wet intimacy against your thigh and realize she's wearing just the t-shirt.
You move your hands to her ass, but Wanda makes a disapproving noise, taking your hands away from her. You look at her, frowning confused, but she looks at you firmly. "You're not touching me tonight."
You laugh softly, moving your hands back to where they were before and kiss Wanda again. "I said no." She says, her voice firm and serious, and you feel your hands being thrown over your head. You look up and you see a red energy binding your hands to the headboard like handcuffs. 
"What the hell, Wanda!" You complain slightly irritated and confused. Wanda holds your chin and makes you look at her. Her expression is impassive with that slight tilt of her head that is so characteristic of her. "What's the matter, my love?" she asks with a not at all amused smile on her face and the tone of her voice makes you swallow dryly. 
"You're the one who said you could go without touching me." She says, bringing her face closer to yours and you can feel her breath against your mouth, which only makes your situation worse. Wanda knows very well the effect she has on you and the sick smile on her face widens. "You’re only watching tonight."
And without further explanation, she starts rubbing herself against your thigh with low moans and your whole body tenses up. You try to free your hands from Wanda's energy but the grip only seems to increase. Meanwhile, the redhead holds your shoulders tightly, her moans getting louder and only further increasing your irritation.
Having Wanda riding your thigh like this is inebriating and makes your whole body warm. But she moans and her face contorts with pleasure, making your blood boil more and more with anger. 
As if the torture wasn't enough, the redhead removes her shirt, being completely naked over you. You sigh in irritation, your intimacy throbbing and your head spinning with indignation. Wanda brings her hands to her own breasts, squeezing them. The redhead moans even more, and you clench your jaw. That's enough.
You move your torso forward to kiss her, but Wanda is faster than you. With a single motion of her hands, the redhead pushes you back with a wave of red energy that crashes into your chest and sends you slamming your back against the headboard with a grunt. 
The more Wanda rubs against your thigh and the louder she moans, the faster your breathing gets and the greater your anger becomes. She opens her eyes to stare at you, basking in your despair, and you see her eyes glowing red. She is close. She is close, and it’s not because of you. 
With your blood boiling with rage, you lean forward once more. "Don't." Wanda says firmly between moans and you’re pushed back once more, this time the energy wrapping itself around your neck like a collar, pinning you to the headboard. 
Another grunt of frustration escapes your mouth, but it’s muffled by Wanda's increasingly loud moans. With one last loud, open-mouthed moan, the redhead comes undone over you. The red energy around your wrists and neck tighten for a brief moment before shattering. 
Once you’re free of Wanda's magic, you wrap your arms around her in one swift motion and throw her against the mattress, putting yourself over her. With the sudden movement, a low moan of surprise escapes Wanda's lips. 
"That was not nice." You say and she flashes you a victorious smile that only makes your anger boil over even more. But soon her expression changes, her eyebrows raised in defiance. 
"Punish me then."
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just-dreaming-marvel · 6 hours ago
It’s Always Been You ~ 147
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Word Count: 2,320ish
Summary: The final battle begins....
Notes: You must read Out Of Time in order to understand this. The chapter numbers continue from Out Of Time.
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Y/N was lost in the midst of the chaos. Her unconscious body getting caught in one of the lower levels of the rubble. Tony was up first, searching for Y/N. He found the shield and Steve instead.
“Come on, buddy,” Tony urged, kneeling beside his brother-in-law. “Wake up.” Steve groaned, coming to. “That’s my man.” Tony held the shield up. “You lose this again, I’m keeping it.”
“What happened?” Steve asked.
“You messed with time. It tends to mess back. You’ll see.” Tony helped Steve to his feet.
“Where’s Y/N?”
“I was hoping she was with you. FRIDAY?”
“I am searching for her location, boss” FRIDAY responded.
“Please tell me that she’s alive."
“She has to be,” Steve said. “The Stones won’t allow anything to happen to her.”
“I’ve located Mrs. Stark,” FRIDAY announced. “She’s underneath the rubble.”
“Great, where?” Tony pressed.
“Tony,” Steve said, “maybe we need to deal with—“
“Deal with what?! Your sister—my wife is down there in who knows what kind of condition! We—I need to get to her!”
“Boss,” FRIDAY interrupted, “I don’t know if Y/N would see that as the best idea.”
“What?! Why are you choosing now to talk back, FRIDAY?”
“Because Thanos is here. Thor is currently watching him not too far from where you are.” Steve and Tony made eye contact.
“Y/N can protect herself,” Steve told his worried friend. “The she’ll be fine because the Stones need her.”
Tony nodded and the two walked out of the rubble they were in. They found Thor intensely watching Thanos, who was sitting on something not too far off.
“What’s he been doing?” Tony asked. 
“Absolutely nothing,” Thor answered.
“Where are the Stones?” Steve questioned.
“Probably somewhere under all this,” Tony responded. “FRIDAY’s looking. All I know is he doesn’t have them.”
“So we keep it that way.”
“You know it’s a trap, right?” Thor said.
“Yeah,” Tony agreed. “And I don’t much care.”
“Good. Just as long we are all in agreement.” Thor stretched out both hands as thunder cracked. He summoned both Stormbreaker and Mjolnir, which he had stolen during the time heist. HIs casual clothes transformed into his armor and cape, with his beard forming into a braid. “Let’s kill him properly this time.”
The three walked down the rubble towards Thanos. All of them were very serious and ready to end this once and for all.
“You could not live with your own failure. And where did that bring you? Back to me,” Thanos stated, as the three heroes slowly moved to surround him. “I thought by eliminating half of life, the other half would thrive. But you’ve shown me that’s impossible. And as long as there are those that remember what was, there will always be those that are unable to accept what can be. They will resist.”
“Yep. We’re all kinds of stubborn,” Tony replied.
“I'm thankful. Because now, I know what I must do.” Thanos stood. “I will shred this universe down to its last atom.” He placed his helmet on his head. "And then– With the stones you've collected for me, create a new one. Teeming with life, but knows not what it has lost but only what it has been given.” Thor began crackling with lightning. “A grateful universe.”
“Born out of blood,” Steve said.
“They'll never know it. Because you won't be alive to tell them.”
And the fighting began.
Y/N groaned as she came to. Her head was pounding, it had obviously been hit during the chaos. She was breathing heavily as she took in her surroundings. There was a large metal beam trapping her against broken concrete.
“Hello!” She called out. “Is anyone there?” 
No response. And she instantly regretted not putting a comms device in her ear. Y/N grunted as she tried to push the beam off of her, failing. Looking up, she studied the rubble barely hanging on above her. She needed to be careful or it was going to completely crush her.
“Use us,” a rough voice whispered to her in her head. “Use us.”
“It has always taken a lot from me to control you,” Y/N responded, aloud. “How am I suppose to do what I have to if I’m weak?”
“You’ll be fine.” 
“What the hell am I even supposed to do anyway?”
“When the time comes, you will know.”
“You guys are incredibly unhelpful, you know?” She groaned as she tried to wiggle herself free again, without help from the Stones.
“You are wasting time.”
“Fine!” Y/N huffed. 
She closed her eyes and tried to focus on the Stones.
“Okay, Thor! Hit me!” Tony exclaimed, the back of his suit opening up.
Thor banged his 2 weapons together, each loaded with lightning, and aimed them at the back of Tony’s suit. The Iron Man suit sucked up the energy and he shot it out at Thanos using his hands and body. Thanos twirled his blade really fast to divert the energy. Thor grabbed Stormbreaker and used it to bat Mjolnir to hit Thanos. Thanos used Tony as a shield, knocking him out and away.
“Boss, wake up!” FRIDAY pled.
Steve tried to attack Thanos but was easily shielded away. Thor’s attack was quickly blocked by Thanos’ sword. Thanos grabbed onto Thor and lifts him up by the neck, choking him, before slamming him down and punching him. Mjolnir is flicked away as Thanos relentlessly beats up Thor, throwing him into a tree and socking him before throwing Thor over rubble and socking him again. Thor tried to grab Stormbreaker but Thanos grabbed it and used it against Thor. 
Form not too far off, Mjolnir began to float off the ground. Thanos was digging Stormbreaker into Thor, when suddenly Mjolnir flies into Thanos. It zoomed past, stopped, and then flew back the way it came. Both Thanos and Thor looked back in amazement as Steve wields the hammer.
“I knew it!” Thor said.
Frustrated, Thanos kicked Thor to the ground. Steve charged at the Titan, swinging Mjolnir, and hitting him in the face, knocking him down. Steve threw his shield and Thanos deflected. Steve threw Mjolnir to his shield, creating a shockwave and knocking Thanos off his feet. 
Steve then threw his shield at Thanos, quickly hitting it back at the Titan again with Mjolnir. He lined his arm up with Thanos to channel lightning his way. 
Thanos eventually got the upper hand, removing his helmet. He stabbed Steve’s leg and knocked Mjolnir out of the Captain’s hand. Thanos proceeded to destroy Steve’s shield with his double-bladed Soward and threw him across the battlefield. Steve staggeredly tried to get up.
“In all my years of conquest, violence, slaughter,” Thanos said, “it was never personal. But I’ll tell you now, what I’m about to do to your stubborn, annoying little planet—I’m gonna enjoy it. Very, very much.”
The entirety of Thanos’ army was then summoned to the ground. Upon seeing the army descending onto Earth, Steve slowly got back to his feet. With a fierce determination, he tightened his broken shield to his arm and stood against the army. Alone. Suddenly, a crackling came in on his comm.
“Hey, Cap, you read me?” 
Steve stopped and looked around.
“Cap, it’s Sam. Can you hear me?”
A portal began to form behind the Captain.
“On your left.”
Steve looked behind to see the portal on his left side. Three figures stepped through; Okoye, Shuri, and T’Challa, all ready to fight. Sam then zoomed in from above. As he did, dozens of more portals opened up all around the battlefield. Through one of the portals, Doctor Strange appeared, joined by Drax, Mantis, Star Lord, and Spider-Man. Everyone on the battlefield watched in confusion and awe as more and more heroes arrive through the portals from all the corners of the universe. 
Giant-Man (Scott) appeared out of the rubble with Rhodey, Bruce, and Rocket. Every one was lining up behind the Captain, all the teams and armies that Strange and the other sorcerers brought in to help. Tony was sitting up, finally coming around from the hit on his head. Suddenly, the ground in front of him began to tremble and crack. He pushed himself back as something blasted through it and into the sky. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was his wife.
Y/N was glowing with the power of the Stones. Each of the colors were circling around her, all six colors clearly defined. She slowly set herself down in front of Tony, the power fading away as she rushed to him.
“Tony! Are you okay?” She worried as she helped him to his feet.
“Am I okay?” He questioned. “You just shot up from the ground. You were glowing!”
“I’m okay. I’m ready to finish this. Once and for all.”
Tony pulled her in for a desperate kiss. Like he was terrified it would be their last. Y/N quickly reciprocated the desperation.
“I love you,” Tony breathed out as he pulled away.
“I love you too,” she responded.
They turned to join the group of heroes. Tony suited all the way up, while Y/N began to channel the Stones.
“AVENGERS!” Steve shouted, everyone gearing up as she summoned Mjolnir. “Assemble.”
Thor made a battle cry, as did T’Challa, and the heroes charged towards the opposing army. Thanos raised his sword towards the Avengers, signaling his army to charge as well. As the two armies collided, everyone short of paired up. Tony and Y/N were working together, keeping each other safe. Steve and Thor were doing the same thing, both switching off weapons. Steve had Stormbreaker in his hand while Thor had Mjolnir.
“No, no, give me that,” Thor said, tossing Mjolnir to Steve and signaling for Stormbreaker. “You have the little one.”
Steve passed Stormbreaker over and the two nodded to each other before running back into the battle. Y/N and Tony had gotten separated. Y/N could sense the Stones and knew she needed to get to them before Thanos did. It seemed that Thanos and his army knew that and were sending their biggest creatures to slow her down. 
Despite her trying, Y/N was thrown down, plowing through the ground. She was panting, and groaning in pain. The creature stalked towards her as she tried to get back up. It raised its claws above its head and was just about to ship down on Y/N when someone stepped in-between her and the creature and killed it. Y/N inhaled sharply, still slightly panting, as she took in her hero. Bucky had turned, looking down at her with those eyes she had fallen in love with. But it wasn’t the same anymore. Y/N now knew that she was over him, though he would always have a place in her heart.
“Bucky,” she breathed out.
“Hey, doll,” he smiled softly, helping her off the ground.
“Yeah, it’s me.”
“Bucky.” She practically jumped on him, hugging him tightly. He held her close. “We did it… you’re back.”
“I’m back. Though it’s been mere seconds for me.”
Y/N pulled away. The two studied each other’s faces. Y/N was trying to figure out how to say what she needed to. Bucky was studying her, knowing what she needed to say.
“It’s okay,” he whispered. “I kept you waiting too many times. I get it.”
Tears pooled in her eyes. “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be. You’re happy, right? He treats you right?”
“Yes. He treats me like a queen. We have a daughter. Morgan Howard Stark.”
“Howard?” Bucky chuckled lightly. 
“Yeah, I was hesitant on it too. But Tony did some pretty good persuading.”
“I’m happy for you. Really.”
“Thank you.”
“Hey! Can you two old people stop catching up and come help us with the fight?” Sam exclaimed over the comms.
“Be right there,” Y/N responded. She shot out her hand to the side, blasting a creature into pieces. “Thanks for the save though, Buck. But I could have handled it.” She smirked before running off.
Tony was fighting by himself, creatures and one of the Children of Thanos were after him. He was punched at the ground and he was going to get back up when Giant Man stopped on the Child of Thanos. Peter swung in, immediately going to help Tony up.
“Hey! Holy cow! You will not believe what's been going on. Do you remember when we were in space? And I got all dusty?” Peter rambled after both his and Tony’s helmets disappeared. Tony was looking at Peter, trying not to brake out in a total grin. “I must've passed out, Because I woke up, and you were gone. But Doctor Strange was there, right? He was like, "It's been five years. Come on, they need us." And then he started doing the yellow sparkly thing that he does all the time–“
Tony took steps towards the teen. “He did?” He mumbled. “Oh, no.” He opened his arms and pulled the teen into him. “Hold me.”
“What are you doing?” Peter hugged back. Tony slapped Peter’s back and closed his eyes, holding him tighter. “Oh, this is nice.”
Y/N had noticed the two and had allowed them some time while she fought off the army. Finally, she was done. She landed behind them.
“Okay, boys, party’s over,” she commented.
“Y/N!” Peter exclaimed, rushing over to hug her.
“Hey, Peter,” she welcomed him into her arms. “I’m so glad you’re back. Now,” she pulled away, “keep fighting.”
“On it!” His helmet closed and he swung away.
The couple watched before making eye contact.
“We did it,” Tony whispered, coming closer to his wife.
“But it’s not over yet,” Y/N replied. She leaned in and kissed him. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
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dameronology · 6 hours ago
knowing me, knowing you {steve rogers}
summary: breaking up is never easy - but it's the best thing you can do (yes, it's based on the song by abba and no, i have no regrets)
warnings: mentions of drinking, swearing
i don't even know what possessed me to write this but? i've been neck deep in angst rn and sometimes, it's nice to explore a healthy break up bc shit happens. enjoy!!
- jazz xx
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In the middle of Brooklyn, about twenty minutes away from the Bridge, there was an unassuming townhouse. It stood between several other identical brownstones, with a messy garden and unkempt tangles of bushes - you nor Steve never had the time to tend to do it, with your jobs and your lives pulling you in a thousand different directions. The inside, though? That was what had mattered. It was filled with years of memories - photos of you on the fridge, ticket stubs from your trips to the movies, clutter from so many Christmases and birthdays - that were all contained between the four walls. Home had been important to Steve, given how often he'd moved around. And it couldn't have been that home without you.
Now you were stood at the foot of the front garden, a pile of collapsed boxes resting in your arms. The last time you'd been here was when you and Steve had tried to talk it out -- it had ended with the door slamming behind you. The conversation had ended badly, but your relationship had ended even worse. And even though you had both tried to hard to blame one another, finding fault had been hard. You'd just...fallen out of love. It wasn't something either of you could help, nor was it something you could force. Your frustration and anger, and the shouting and fights, had never been at Steve, but rather the situation. He had always said that finding you, and simultaneously loving you, had come out of nowhere; it was something he had never sought out. You were just there one day, and it changed everything.
Sighing to yourself, you headed up the path and towards the front door. You'd been dreading this day for months -- moving out years worth of stuff, and trying through bleary eyes not to look at the photos on the wall or the millions of little reminders that your relationship had left behind in its wake. There was a dent in the hallway, from your first Thanksgiving in the house when Steve had gotten a little too drunk, and the massive crack in the kitchen floor from where you'd managed to drop the kettle. It was littered with memories and callbacks and evocations. The house was haunted with the ghosts of what was, and what could have been.
You could at least take comfort in the fact that you'd tried - several times, actually. There had been couples counselling and forced, romantic getaways in a last-ditch attempt to trigger something, anything, to get back your dying spark. It made it better and worst - better, because you knew that you'd done everything in your power to salvage things, but worst, because it had all been a waste. A sign that your relationship had gotten so bad that it had crossed the point of no return.
Sometimes, breaking up was the best thing to do. It hurt now, but it hurt much less in the long term compared to what could have been if you'd stayed together.
Placing the boxes by the door, you shut it behind you and quietly crept inside. There had been no communication with Steve other than a few horribly formal emails - after all, you did still work together - detailing your plans to sort the house out. It had been sitting derelict for months, your former home collecting dust. He'd sought refuge at Bucky's loft across the River, whilst you'd been hiding out in Natasha's spare room.
It felt odd being back; nostalgic and painful all at once. So much had happened in these four walls - good and bad, memorable and mundane - and you were feeling it all at once. It was seeping in through the cracks of your mind, the same way the tension had slipped through the cracks in the old walls and questionable foundations. It didn't matter that the place had been falling apart, because it had been so loved.
"I...I didn't realise you were coming today."
You froze at the sound of Steve's voice. He was stood in the kitchen, navy bomber jacket slung over one shoulder and a box of his belongings in his free hand. Hadn't you said that you coming today? Tomorrow was meant to be his moving day.
"Yeah," you swallowed. "I said in the email."
"Sorry, I must have misread it." He sheepishly admitted. "I was just gonna get my stuff and go."
"Me too," you nodded. "Figured it might take a while though."
"You do own a lot of crap," Steve gently smiled. "I just put the kettle on. Do you want a coffee?"
"Uh," your eyes fell to the floor, "I should probably just-"
"- it's just a coffee." Steve cut you off.
"Yeah, okay then."
You awkwardly took a seat at the breakfast bar beside him. God, was this really what it had come to? This time last year, you would have just been waking up and strolling into the kitchen, greeting your super soldier with a kiss as he prepared breakfast. You had a routine - you had a life. But that was exactly it, wasn't it? Life. You and Steve of all people knew how fucking unexpected things could be; how many curveballs and challenges could be thrown your way. In an odd way, your break-up had been even less expected than Ultron and Loki and HYDRA.
"It'll have to be black coffee," Steve said. "We only have coffee out the jar. No-one's been here for months."
"I know," you nodded. "I did used to live here, remember?"
"I think I'm having a hard time not remembering, to be honest," He said. "Being here is harder than I thought it would be."
"Yeah, I get that." You took the mug out his hands, giving him a small nod. "All this feels a lot scarier than aliens and robots."
"Ah, well," Steve tried to brush it off. "I never noticed how badly we beat up the place."
"Do you mean the dent in the hallway, or the crack in the floor?" You found yourself smiling.
"I meant the hair dye stains in the bathroom and the smashed window in the basement," he shot back.
"That was both of us. You wanted to play football inside, remember?"
"Only because you had got me drunk," he countered. "I don't think we'll get our deposit back."
"Y'think?" You quirked an eyebrow.
An odd silence fell over you. It was the first time in months that you were talking - and now that the pressure of being in a relationship was suddenly off your shoulders, some of the tension had faded away. When you took a step back and brushed aside the ashes of what had once been, there was still...something. Not love, and not a relationship, but the same common ground and interests that had brought you together in the first place. It was worth holding onto.
"Do you remember that time that your parents came to visit and you forgot to tell me?" Steve recalled with a soft smile, "and your dad just strolled in on me in the shower."
"It's not any worst than the time you gave Bucky a spare key and he broke in in the middle of the night to get milk for his fucking coffee," you chuckled.
"It was a good few years."
"It was," your eyes fell down to the dark bubbles of the coffee in front of you. "Pride and all that aside, I'm sorry it ended how it did."
"Hey, it's okay," Steve gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze, "it's no-one's fault. These things happen."
"I know," you said, "I just...we had a good thing going, didn't we?"
"We did, but we also did everything we could to try and fix things." He replied.
"And we couldn't," you recalled. "I know that breaking up was the easy thing-"
"- it wasn't," Steve cut you off. "But it was the right thing, wasn't it? Because we made each other miserable."
"As partners, yeah," you nodded, "but what about friends?"
Your eyes met again, and he smiled. "Yeah. I think we can manage that."
Admitting defeat was hard, but if it was what you needed to do in order to stay in each other's lives? It was the best you could do.
tags: @agent-catfish-kenobi
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mscalliewrites · 8 hours ago
“I stepped on a cornflake, does that make me a cereal killer?” With Bucky please xx
Cereal Killer
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Warnings: None, just some humour. No cornflakes were harmed in the writing of this drabble.
Author's Notes: Haha. My type of humour!
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Life as an avenger was always chaotic, always busy with not much free time to relax and do anything else. Most of the conversations that happened in the compound were mostly mission-related.
So, it was a little bit of a surprise to you to overhear Sam and Bucky argue about disrespecting cereal.
"You've just drowned the poor wheat! Your bowl is almost overfilling!" Bucky whined in disbelief from how much milk Sam had poured over his cereal.
"It's just cereal man, they don't have feelings." Sam retorted, crunching the cereal. Bucky scoffed as you walked in, with your arms folded and looking between the two men.
"Of all the things to talk about on a morning, you two are arguing about cereal?"
"Sam is disrespecting his cereal."
Sam scoffed and shook his head. "Will you please tell this idiot here that cereal doesn't have feelings?"
You bit your lip to hide the growing smile. "Cereal doesn't have any feelings Buck."
"Yes, they do Y/N! Don't agree with birdbrain here."
"Okay, so one time I accidentally stepped on a cornflake. Does that make me a cereal killer?" You asked, trying to make a point. This discussion was becoming ridiculous at this point.
Bucky stood with a scowl on his face. "It oughta be a crime!" He was offended, and stormed out of the kitchen. You looked back to Sam who was hunched over in laughter.
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natalieruhsman · 9 hours ago
reminder that i take blurb/fics requests for anything marvel/harry potter/peaky blinders!! both character x reader fics or ship pairings are welcome :)
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playbucky · 9 hours ago
I kinda want to do a Coyote Ugly/ Burlesque inspired fic???
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imaginesokay · 10 hours ago
Your Heart is my Home
Reader x Karli Morgenthau
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“I wish it didn’t have to be like this.” Karli said, looking down at her girlfriend whose head was laying in her chest. 
“You're saving the world.” She responded with her eyes closed still. “A new age savior.”
“I’d be nothing if you didn’t support me.” She said honestly. Her hand began to rub up and down the girls back. 
“One day we will get to live this way all the time, not just in the morning.” She laughed, trying to snuggle closer to Karli. “
“That's one of the best parts. No matter where we are at night, we always wake up together in the morning.” During the day they rarely had time to see each other. Karli was building a revolution. Her counterpart was taking care of their peers in the sanctuary. 
“We will have a big house. With a dog and a garden.” 
“Wherever we go, your heart is my home.” Their room was starting to get lighter with the sun, a tell tale sign that their time was coming to an end. 
“You are going soft on me Morgenthau.” She leaned on her elbows. “Wherever we end up won't matter, because we will be in love.”
“It’s almost time to-” Simon paused as he entered the room. Instantly, Karli pulled the blanket to cover the girls bare shoulders. 
“I’ll be out soon.” She responded as he began to shut the door. “Our time is up.”
“Be safe.” She rolled over and sat up as her girlfriend stood and picked through her bags for clothes. “I will see you when you get back.” Karli hastily grabbed her jacket pecking her girlfriend on the lips.
“One world.” 
“One people.”
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natromanoffxox · 19 hours ago
Something Hot
Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Warnings: Swearing, alcohol, violence (please message if you think I need to add any more!)
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This has not been proof read, please be kind!
The party didn’t stop. Dancing and singing to random songs that came through the sound system. But it wasn’t long before everyone was worn out, finding comfort in the sofas, chairs, even the floor. You’d sat on the stool in front of the piano- yes, Tony had another piano! You wondered if he actually played any of them?
“You wrote anymore songs lately, Y/N?” You turned to Steve as he asked you the question.
“Well, I did, but my book is gone now.” Your heart stung at the thought that all of your feelings were burned and crumbled under the place you use to call home.
“Got any saved in that massive brain of yours?” Tony butted in with his joking insult, and you could stop yourself from rolling your eyes at him.
“Happy or sad?”
“Okay, but I warn you, it’ll break your heart.”
You could have sworn you heard someone mumble ‘already broken’ but chose to ignore it, twisting in your seat to face the huge white piano. Your fingers found the keys as they always did, letting the melody play out before you could bring yourself to sing the words you’d once wrote in your diary. You could already feel the pain in your heart as you thought about the lyrics.
“Should've stayed, were there signs I ignored. Can I help you not to hurt anymore? We saw brilliance, when the world was asleep. There are things that we can have, but can't keep. If they say who cares if one more light goes out in a sky of a million stars? It flickers, flickers. Who cares when someone's time runs out if a moment is all we are? We're quicker, quicker. Who cares if one more light goes out? Well I do.”
The room was silent, everyone taking in the lyrics to figure out for themselves. It was quite clear, but whether they guessed who the person was to you was unknown.
“The reminders pull the floor from your feet. In the kitchen, one more chair than you need. Oh, and you're angry, and you should be, it's not fair. Just 'cause you can't see it, doesn't mean it isn't there. If they say, who cares if one more light goes out in a sky of a million stars? It flickers, flickers. Who cares when someone's time runs out if a moment is all we are? We're quicker, quicker. Who cares if one more light goes out? Well I do. I do.”
Your singing stopped, the tune of the piano died off, and the room so quiet you felt like you could’ve heard a pin drop. You didn’t turn to them, not daring to look at their faces. It was painful to sing, the lyrics you’d wrote after your fathers death almost killed you every time, but it also helped. It has helped you a lot back then, and still did to this day. Although it was a reminder, it was also one of the few things you had left that reminded you of him.
“Wow.” You heard a sniffled voice behind you, finally making you turn. All you saw were wet cheeks and teary eyes.
“I thought this was meant to be a party?!” You groaned as you realised how much you’re meaningful, heart wrenchingly painful song had killed the mood. Why did you pick that one out of all that you’d wrote?
Natasha’s hand was on your knee, giving it a squeeze as she send you a small smile, letting you know she knew, and she was there for you.
“Topic change, come on. We aren’t having a depression session.”
There were some small giggles but even more looks of confusion at your demand, making you raise your own brow. What was so confusing about that?
“Well, that’s the first time I’ve heard that.” Wanda chuckled.
“Depression session.”
How had they not heard that before? Was that not a thing in America?
“You’ve never heard anyone say they’re having a depression session?!” You were absolutely astonished. You clearly had a lot to teach the team.
“What on earth is a depression session? You’ve definitely brought that over from your hometown.” Tony laughed, not understanding your English joke.
“Well... You know when you’re sad, and you listen to sad music to make yourself even more sad? That’s a depression session.”
“I feel like the ‘session’ in that doesn’t have the meaning as what we think.” Pepper joked, giggling to herself as she wiped away the remainder of her tears from her cheeks. Your mouth was gaping open, boggled by the fact they didn’t know any English slang. You were definitely going to have to teach them a lot.
“A session is- or was, this! A party!”
They all looked at each other, still confused at what you’d said, making you have to carry on.
“So, if someone had a house party, we would say they’re having a session.”
That seemed easy enough to understand, right?
“What other weird things do you say?” Steve asked, sitting up eager to know more. You thought for a second, trying to remember some of the ‘weird’ sayings you and your friends would use back in the North East.
“Um, well, there’s the good old ‘hew’, you’d use it to get someone’s attention usually, like shouting ‘hey’ to someone here. We say ‘like’ a lot, like a lot. Like in every sentence.” You didn’t even realise how many times you’d said the word, silently annoyed by your own vocabulary.
“There’s ‘aye’ which means yes. And a ‘Doyle’ is an idiot. A ‘gadgie’ is a guy, but more like a typical guy if you know what I mean? Like a typical dad type of guy. ‘Give your head a wobble’ was a favourite back in the day.”
It was Thor that broke the quietness with a mighty rawer of a laugh, making the others chuckle along with him. You would be pissed off if you didn’t know they weren’t laughing at you, but the weirdness of your language.
“Oh now we definitely have to hear you talk in your real accent!” Natasha giggled next to you.
“Wait, you’ve never heard it?” Bruce stopped to ask, shocked at the idea that you’d never spoke in your Northern way to her. Of course you hadn’t, it was ridiculous! She wouldn’t be able to understand a single word you said! It was literally a foreign language to them!
“No, but I’m dying to hear it.” Your girlfriend smirked, nudging you with her shoulder, her eyes begging to know what your real accent was.
This was going to be embarrassing.
You groaned at the idea, slinging your head back to hide your rosy cheeks, when you head Natashas gorgeous laugh beside you. You were only agreeing back she wanted to hear it, not caring for anyone else’s wants to hear too.
“I’m gonna need a drink, and a distraction. And English music. Tony, open YouTube.” You told them as you shot back the remainder of liquid in your glass before heading back to the bottles. You saw the bottle of wine and instantly knew what you had to do.
“Got any straws?” You shouted over.
“Third draw, on the left.”
You found what you were looking for, twisting the cap from the bottle and sticking the plastic straw straight in, taking a few good gulps before you went back to them. When you turned, the exact same shocked and confused faced stared back at you.
“Ergh, this is how we Northerners drink wine!” You didn’t even care, walking back to your seat, taking the tablet that Tony held out as you passed him. You thought for a second, trying to remember some of the classics you would play at parties before you ended up finding a throw back remix of a load of songs, most they would probably know, some maybe not.
The conversation started up again, and before you knew it, the wine hit you and you were speaking your language no one understood. This is why you didn’t drink wine since you’d left England...
“Aye man, it’s mint!” You laughed as Peter asked if they knew the song that was currently playing. You threw your head back and laughed at yourself, knowing every single one of them heard what you’d said.
“You’re gonna have to learn quick otherwise you’ll never understand me. That meant yes, it’s good.”
Natasha was smirking silently, clearly loving it.
She couldn’t keep the smile off her face as she listened to you speak. It really was like a foreign language to her. She’d been the England, on missions, but never as far up as were Y/N was from. Your accent was hilariously adorable, and she wished you hadn’t hidden it away for nearly a year. She’d silently been keeping track of everything you were translating for them, remembering every word and what it meant. She was fluent in 4 languages, she could easily learn yours by the end of the night.
“Whyaye.” She’d heard you laugh out the word. She wasn’t actually quite sure what it meant, but she couldn’t help herself from laughing with you. You’d planted yourself between Loki and Peter, while she sat with Tony, Pepper and Steve on another sofa. She wasn’t too sure what you had going on with Loki, and it irritated her, but she trusted you so she stayed silent. For now.
“Whack it on, lad. Absolute tune.” You were laughing away with every word you spoke, and Natasha couldn’t stop the smile that was constantly spread over her face. She couldn’t take her eyes off you, watching your eyes light up and your smile widen when something was particularly funny. The way you let yourself swing your head back when something really was hilarious. Your eyes would sometimes squint when you gave a particular smile, the one that you gave when you dedicated it to a specific person, rather than the whole room, letting them know you were truly happy with them. You warmed her heart, you made her feel, and you broke down her walls. Thor was right - though she’d never admit it - she was in deep. You did have her wrapped round your finger. She’d do anything for you, to keep seeing that smile every single day for the rest of her life.
“Al take ya! We’ll have a real dirty session, take you to the best places!” She heard you say to Wanda, wondering what your conversation was about.
“And you babe, daint worry.”
Natasha couldn’t stop the snort that left her, making Tony start up next to her. Your accent was getting thicker the drunker you got. Maybe she should swap your wine for water? Yes. Yes she should. Because she was the one having to deal with you back upstairs in your bedroom. Natasha quickly grabbed a bottle from the fridge, sneaking round and took the straw from the wine, dropping it in the water bottle before drinking some of the wine herself.
“Hew! I’m not that mortal!”
“Well, you are indeed mortal, Little One.” Loki chuckled next to you, but you clearly didn’t get what he meant as you twisted your face up and tutted, making Natasha nearly choke on the liquid she was swallowing. Your reaction was possibly the best thing she’d ever seen.
“Y/N, drink the damn water.” She told you, and your frown quickly turned into a grin again as she spoke. She loved the way you always, always smiled at her, even if you were sad, angry, exhausted, no matter what, you always gave her the best smile you could, and she adored you for that. You smile alone could make her whole day better.
“I think we best cut this ‘session’ short.”
You groaned as you slid further into the chair. She knew you weren’t that drunk, but the amount of different alcohol she’d watched you mix together throughout the night was definitely going to be felt in the morning, or should she say today, given the fact it was 2am. She sent you a smirk, the smirk you knew all to well now, that specific one where she’d raise a single brow slightly as she looked you up and down. That had you on your feet in seconds, as if did every single time. You may have her wrapped round your finger, but you were just as much round hers. She truly loved you.
“Night, bitches!” You called through the room, getting some joking insults in return. You stopped in front of Pepper, pulling her into a hug and whispering in her ear quiet enough that you thought no one could hear, but you were wrong, Natasha could hear you.
“Goodnight, Mama Bear.”
Natasha woke before you, and just lay there, scared to move incase she woke the sleeping beauty. Your head was rested on her shoulder, arm wrapped around her waist with one of your legs over hers. Even if she wanted to get up, you had her trapped in your embrace, and she loved it. She loved waking up like this.
To pass time, Natasha scrolled through her phone, watching silly videos at a low volume so she wouldn’t wake you. She stopped scrolling, nearly dropping the phone on your head when she saw it.
A video version of the picture in the article you’d saw the day before, but from another angle. It showed you jumping and landing on the Chitauri, smiling up at Natasha before planting a kiss upon her cheek. Her heart skipped a beat as she watched and rewatched the clip play out. You’s hadn’t publicised your relationship, but now, even if it was only a kiss on the cheek, the whole world could see it. The Black Widow was known for her careless darkened heart, to not care for anyone, emotionless and does her job.
She clicked on the comments, only to regret it within a second. Thousands of people leaving their say on her relationship, good and bad.
‘Aw they’re so cute!’
‘Are they together?’
‘I hope she isn’t an Avenger’
‘Ergh, how embarrassing’
‘Imagine thinking Black Widow likes you’
‘She needs to go home and stay home.’
‘Black Widow has a girllllfrienddddd’
She couldn’t help it as her grip on her phone tightened with rage. How dare they! How dare those pathetic fools say you couldn’t be with her. That they hoped you weren’t an Avenger. That you didn’t look good together. She kept reading the nicer ones to try calm herself, but ultimately her eyes kept creeping back to the negative. It infuriated her. She must have been shaking with anger as she felt you stir in your sleep, slowly beginning to wake.
You couldn’t see this. She wouldn’t allow it. You had a kind and soft heart, all the negativity would break you. She wasn’t going to let anything, or anyone hurt you. Even if it is a pathetic little comment on some video.
Tony and Pepper had finally announced their pregnancy, and not long after, he proposed, which obviously sent you in a state of pure joy. So much joy you’d cried for three hours. The team didn’t know whether to comfort you or laugh at you. Instead they done both. Pepper had gave you, Natasha and Wanda boxes, each an invite to be her bridesmaids. That just set you off again. Then as time went by, and Peppers pregnancy period grew shorter, they’d pulled you and Natasha down to Tony’s workspace. You remembered how worried she looked, while Tony was smiling. You were clueless.
“Would you both do us the honour of be her godmothers?”
And you were off.
Tears streaming down your face, cheeks blotchy and red. You’d cried so fucking much you didn’t even know how you were still alive! How did you have any water left in your body?!
And then came little Morgan.
She was tiny. Pure. So little and beautiful. Your heart melted when her finger wrapped round yours the first time you held her.
Natasha had watched you with a heart full of love. The way your eyes lit up when Pepper placed her newborn into your arms. She saw your panic for a split second, the way your hands shook for a moment, before stilling as you stepped towards the bed and picking up the tiny little human. It broke her heart that she couldn’t give you that. Obviously there were other options, but you couldn’t have a child with Natasha. A son or daughter that would hold both of your DNA and no one else’s. She wanted that with you, she wanted to spend the rest of her life with you. To wake up to your face and fall asleep by you every night. To buy a home for yourselves and make it your own. To eat breakfast, lunch and dinner together. To travel the world together. Everything normal people did. But neither of you or her were normal. You were Avengers, and you both always would be.
She silently thought of Clint, and his family he hid away from the world. He retired to be with them. Maybe you both could do that one day?
You’d slowly walked back through the hallway, headed towards yours and Natasha’s room before you stopped dead in your tracks. Tears welled in your lids, threatening to fall at any second. Nat was on a mission, due back any moment, but you couldn’t face her. Not right now. You turned and headed out of the building and just walked. You kept walking and walking, your thoughts completely controlling your body.
Tony and Pepper’s wedding was in two days. Everything was set up to perfection. You had been so excited, but now... Now you felt purely destroyed.
Fury had asked to meet with you, and you fully expected him to just give you a simple mission as he always did, giving you a file and going over the details, telling you when you head to leave and how long he expected the mission to take.
And that’s what happened. But just not the mission you could ever have wanted. Never ever would have even asked for no matter what. But he picked you, and you hated him for that. He told you since you’d started as working for SHIELD, you’d showed so many signs of being an incredible agent. That you truly were one of the best, even despite not having any crazy superpowers like some of the Avengers. That’s why he needed you. You were the most skilled in the area, and you were the least known. Less likely to be noticed compared to the others.
Your mission was in England. For 3 years.
3 years.
3 years away from everyone. Away from Natasha.
The tears finally fell, and you couldn’t help but sob. You couldn’t even open your eyes to see where you were. You lowered yourself to the floor, pulling your knees to your chest and just cried. That’s all you could do. You’d tried to refuse, but Fury wasn’t having it. It was your job at the end of the day, to save people, stop the bad guys. That’s what you did, and you loved it, but now you regretted becoming an agent with all your heart. You wished you’d told Natasha no that day.
Because now you were going to have to leave her.
How was she going to take the news?
How would she react?
Could your relationship survive such a long time away from each other?
Could you really ask her to wait for you? To not allow herself to find love elsewhere?
No. You couldn’t ask that of her. Never. Her happiness what all you cared about, and if she found that in the arms of someone else, well then you would just have to deal with that.
You would not allow her to waste three years of her life waiting around for you. That’s if you even came home from it.
You picked yourself up from the floor, finding yourself in the middle of a field. You weren’t even too sure where you were. It was just grass for as far as you could see, which realistically wasn’t that far considering your eyes were still blurred and stinging from the salty tears. You just headed in the direction you think you’d came from, hopefully you’d find your way. Or hopefully not, and you’d be lost. Then at least you wouldn’t have to leave the love of your life. You wouldn’t have to leave your friends, your family. You’d get to see your Goddaughter grow up and flourish. You’d watch her learn and get to play with her like you loved to do.
You had no idea how long you’d been out. You had no idea where you were, and it was starting to rain.
And you being you, were dressed in only jeans and a vest top. It was May! Why the hell was it raining?!
You walked and walked as you had before, and there was just grass and forest. Well, shit. You checked your pockets, hoping to find your phone, but you must have left it back in the compound.
Fucking brilliant.
You continued on, desperate for warmth from the cold water falling all over you. The sky was beginning to darken, clouds covering the sun. Soon you wouldn’t be able to see, and you didn’t know how long it would take you to find some sort of civilisation.
Natasha had got home fully expecting to see you waiting for her on the couch, leaving her shocked when you weren’t there. She’d checked your room, not finding you there either. The gym, the library, the music room Tony had made for you, nothing. She’d even asked some of her team mates, asking if they’d seen you or know if you’d going out, nothing. No one had seen you all day. She’d called your phone time and time again, no answer. She’d left you messages, no reply. Where the hell were you? She was trying not to panic. The rain was pouring outside. Maybe you’d met up with some friends? Natasha could help but worry. You always answered you phone, or text back saying you’d call when you could. She’d been home for four hours, and you hadn’t answered once within that time.
“We’ve just got back from Taylor’s. She wasn’t there.” Tony told her in a sorry tone with a frown. They all knew you so well, so they all knew this wasn’t like you. You don’t just leave the compound without letting anyone know where you’re going. You don’t ignore your phone. You don’t ignore Natasha. Ever.
“She’ll be back, Nat. Maybe she’s just waiting out the rain?” Wanda tried, but she knew it was a lie. You would’ve got a cab. Or called for one of the drivers. You would’ve called her.
“Somethings wrong. I know it.” She announced, bringing her knees up closer to her chest on the couch as she chewed at her fingers in worry.
The team tried to tell her that you’d be fine, that you’d be back soon, but all that was running through her brain was your mission that ended badly.
“Remember the last time!” She didn’t mean for it to come out at a shout, but it did. “Remember the last time she didn’t come home when we expected her to! She nearly died! And I had the same bad feeling then as I do now. So, I’m going to find her.”
Just as Natasha jumped from the couch, the elevator pinged and the doors opened, showing them a soaking wet Y/N. You looked like you had literally jumped into a pool fully clothed. Water was running, not dripping, running from every part of your body. You were shaking, freezing cold, and had a look in your eyes. A look Natasha knew all to well. Agony. Not physical, but mental agony.
She was by your side in a second, and as soon as she was, you broke down. You clung to her for dear life, sobs racking your body. Natasha didn’t care that you were getting her own clothes wet, she just cared about you, and wanted to know what the hell was going on.
“What happened?” She whispered into your ear, only making your sobs grow louder. She looked back at the team who were all astonished in their seats, watching the scene in front of them. No one knew what to say.
“Come one.”
She pulled away from your grip, taking your hand and leading her down the hallway towards your room, instantly heading to the bathroom to start you a shower. You needed to warm up. When you’d hugged her, your body was like ice.
Natasha helped you pull off your soaked clothes, your jeans almost glued to the skin of your legs, and your sobs never stopped. As soon as she got you into the shower, you fell to the floor on your knees under the spraying water. Tears were forming in Natasha’s eyes at the sight of you, the pain you were in. She wanted to help you, but she didn’t know how. All she could do was hold you, not caring for her clothes getting soaked under the shower head.
“Baby. Please. Tell me!” Natasha begged, trying so hard to not let her own tears fall.
“He- he’s making me leave!” You cried, not looking up at her once. You kept your face in your hands, letting the hot water hit your back in attempts to warm you.
“What?” Natasha didn’t have a clue what you were talking about, but the idea of you leaving made her heart stop beating for a moment.
“Fury! The bastard! He’s making me leave! He’s making me leave you! My family! Morgan! Everyone! Sending me on a mission that will ruin my life- our life!”
Natasha couldn’t speak for a moment, her heart really did stop then. Fury was sending you on a mission, but to have you in such a state, it wasn’t any normal few day type.
“How long?” Nat whispered, unable to think of anything else to say.
“Three years.” You choked out, your sobs stopping now, just leaving tears still falling and your body shaking, no matter what temperature you were.
Three years.
You were going to be gone for three years...
She couldn’t find the words to say to you, suddenly in just as much pain as you were. Her heart throbbed, and she finally let the tears silently fall from her lids. Natasha held you as close as possible under the spraying liquid. You’s sat like that for what felt like hours.
You were leaving her for three years.
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multific · 20 hours ago
Picture Perfect
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Sam Wilson x Reader
Summary: Now that things were back to normal, you finally had the chance to relax and meet with everyone, and you decided to bring your daughter along as well.
It was a lovely Saturday, the sun was shining brightly and the weather was perfect for a party. 
Sam came up with the idea to have another get together with everyone by the boats. 
This would be the first time for you to bring your newborn daughter along. And you couldn’t wait for everyone to meet her.
Of course, Sarah and the boys already met her, but not everyone else. Sam told you that Bucky might be there as well.
Once you placed your baby in the carrier, you were off.
A lot has happened in your lives, you giving birth then Carly, Sam becoming Captain America, a lot has changed and you learned a lot. You were extremely proud of your husband that’s for sure.
He placed his hand on your thigh as he drove to the party. The smile on his face was so bright. It filled your heart with warmth and made you smile as well.
Soon you were on the docks, everyone laughing, chatting having a great time. Many people wanted to take a picture with Sam so he had a small little meet and greet while you went to Sarah with your daughter.
The little bundle of joy soon became the center of attention.  
Everyone was cooing at her and she just smiled and giggled. Her little giggle was possibly the cutest thing you ever heard.
Then soon Bucky arrived, with a cake. The boys immediately rushed to him. 
You looked at Sarah and wiggled your eyebrows. She only rolled her eyes as she looked back at you, but she was smiling.
Everyone was having an amazing time, and you enjoyed yourself just as much. Soon your daughter got hungry so you excused yourself to feed her. You walked away from everyone, found a calm place and started to feed her, although you covered yourself with a cloth, you still didn’t want anyone to see you.
“Slow down Pumpkin.” you told her when she got a bit too quick. Her hand was holding your finger as she ate, you tested her strength by wiggling your hand. 
You laughed a little when she knitted her eyebrows, she didn’t like that you were wiggling your hand.
You were so occupied with her, you didn’t even notice Sam watching you.
He went after you when Sarah told her you left to feed your little one, and what he found was perfection.
The woman he loves so much, and his daughter. Sitting as a light breeze moved her hair, she was giggling at their daughter as she was feeding.
Sam wanted to take a picture, but he also knew that he will never be able to forget this perfection in front of him.
After a few more minutes of just watching the two, he decided to head over.
You finished by then and heard someone approaching, you slightly turned your head and saw your husband. You offered him a smile before he took your daughter to burp her.
And now you had the change to ogle over your perfect husband. How could a muscular man like him be so gentle and caring with a baby amazed you. It was possibly the hottest thing you can ever think of. And so, you took a picture of the two.
It really was picture perfect.
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avenging-fandoms · 23 hours ago
Ok ok but imagine like teasing Steve in public and he has to be all polite and act nice cause he can't ruin his good boy image he's the face of America after all
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"steve, do we really have to go to this party?" you whine and steve helps you out of the car, holding your hand. "i mean, i know you're captain america, but you're also steve rogers. with a girlfriend, who very much needs you in bed rather than a party with strangers"
"darling, i know we've gone to a lot of parties, but this one is tony's! he's my team member, i have to go" you huff and steve smiles, kissing your pout. "we'll have fun"
"how can you have fun? you can't get drunk" steve laughs as you two walk into the party, greeting all of the avengers and s.h.i.e.l.d workers that attended the party. "thor! great to see you, give me the strongest shot you have" you slap your hand on the bar and he chuckled, pouring you and him a shot.
"to the only woman i've met who can drink as much as me" thor cheered and you laughed, clinking the glass with him and you both down the shots. you grimace at the taste and thor shook your shoulder. "another?"
a few shots down and you felt a little buzz. thor cut you off from the shot and gave you an actual drink, steve taking your waist and pulling you close to him with his lips next to your ear. "is it really a smart idea to get drunk at this party?"
"i'm just trying to have some fun, since you didn't want to stay home and have fun in our bed" you smile and bit his ear lobe, sitting next to thor on the couch.
steve watched as you giggled with thor, his jaw clenching as he saw your hand touch his shoulder. steve sat next to you and you pulled your hand off, switching it to steve's thigh. "watch it, sweetheart" steve whispered softly and you shrugged him off, tracing patterns into steve's thighs as you laughed with everyone.
you gasped as you heard your song come on, turning up the volume and everyone got up and danced. you held steve's hands and he smiled as you swayed your hips. you spun around and pressed your back against his front, his arms crossed in front of your body.
"yn, y-your butt is-" steve spun you back around and you laughed as you felt his bulge pressing against your leg, your hands holding his shoulders as you two dance.
"what, you don't like when i dance on you, cap?" you bit your lip and steve clenched his jaw. "come on, steve, loosen up! have fun! you're the one who wanted to come in the first place"
"yes, but right now, i'm afraid i'll lose my title of captain america if i touch you on that couch. so we're going to go home, and we're going to spend the night in bed, just how you wanted, but not your way" steve whispered in your ear and you shivered, looking up at him with a smile.
"where did all of that come from?" you say with an excited smile, steve holding your chin and tilting your face up to look at him.
"when you started grinding on me in front of my team members. now let's go" steve grabbed your hand and switched back to his nice guy persona, saying goodbye to his teammates and you said goodbye as well.
"you know how to switch so fast, rogers, i'm impressed" you smile and he opens your door, a confused smile on his face.
"are you really impressed i switched so fast?" he winked and your jaw dropped slightly.
"you are a new man, steven rogers. what have i done?" you joke and he chuckles, closing your door and heading into the driver's seat. "are you serious about me not being in charge tonight?"
"you think you deserve to be in charge after all that teasing? no way. you're gonna be punished when we get home, darling, just you wait" steve winked and you took a deep sigh, steve starting the car and racing home.
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wigglywoowanda · 23 hours ago
The Famous Couch {Sebastian Stan X Reader}
Requested?: Yes
Request: Can you do a Sebastian request when reader and Anthony are costars for a movie together and they talk about Sebastian's couch and how it was a bit awkward to be love interests since reader is dating Sebastian
**Warnings**: mentions of pregnancy, one night stand, some cursing, teasing, mentions of COVID-19,
Words: 2.3K (I kind of got carried away! I’m sorry!)
Reminder: My inbox is still open! I am still taking requests! I do everyone in the Marvel Cast, as well as the characters they play. (Feel free to ask about characters in other movies. Example: Sebastian Stan as Officer Lee from The Devil All the Time or Tom Holland as Arvin from The Devil All The Time.)
Writing starts below the cut! Hopefully the person who requested enjoys this and I hope that everyone else enjoys it as well! Y/FN means your first name and Y/LN means your last name. (In case anyone is confused!) And because I love Sebastian and Anthony’s friendship, there will be a dump of gifs at the end. (All gifs I found on the internet!)
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Sebastian was your number one support, when it came to taking any sort of role. You were an inspiring actress, who got your big break after being cast in one of the Marvel movies as Sharon Carter. (You and Sebastian wouldn’t get serious about your relationship until after Civil War, which was the first movie you were in.) You were Sebastian’s date to the world premier of Civil War and it was clear that the fans were all for the relationship. 
You were getting interviewed by someone else, when you heard Anthony open his loud mouth, “Oh my god! Sebastian Stan! Man, you’re looking good. You ever see a man this handsome walking the streets? He’s going to get arrested because he’s killing all the ladies.” 
You glanced down at your boyfriend, whose face was now a bright red and he was laughing. You excused yourself from your interview to join the two of them. By the time you arrived at Sebastian’s side, Anthony had already taken over the entire interview. 
“What are you wearing, Sebastian? I didn’t think you could clean up this nice,” Anthony teased before sending a wink towards you. “Oh my god. Would you look at who it is? It’s Y/N Stan.” You flushed and linked your arm with Sebastian’s. “My dear, you are looking gorgeous.” Anthony took your free hand and pressed a kiss to the top of it. 
“You don’t look too bad yourself, Mackie.” You responded and you could feel Sebastian tense up. He was aware that it was innocent flirting and that Mackie was one of his best friends, but hearing someone compliment you, still made him a little jealous. “Relax, Seb. He’s only messing with you because he’s aware that you’re obsessed with me.” 
“I think that’s the other way around, Doll.” Sebastian responded and you did your best to hold your composure. Whenever he called you Doll, it made your knees tremble. “We all know you’ve been known to not take your eyes off of me.” 
“I mean, those steel blue eyes do show you where home is.” Anthony butted in, chuckling at how you two were currently acting. 
You looked up and met Seb’s blue eyes and smiled, not even looking at Mackie. “I think I would agree. I always know I’m home when I look into his eyes.” 
“Wait, wait, wait. Are we getting a dating announcement from my two best friends?!” Anthony asked excitedly and you and Sebastian looked at each other. 
The yelling from the crowd went silent as Sebastian leaned down to press his lips to yours. Whenever you and Sebastian kissed, it was like you were the only two in the room. However, Anthony teasing Sebastian and hyping him up, pulled you out of the world the two of you shared. 
When you were offered a role in an upcoming romcom, you were quick to accept it. When the director told you who you were working with, you couldn’t help but laugh. Anthony, one of yours and Sebastian’s best friends, was your love interest. The movie was going to be a remake of the classic Romcom, “Knocked Up”. You were thrilled to be a part of the remake, as you remember it being one of the first romantic comedy movies that you had ever watched. Filming was to take place before the filming of “The Falcon and The Winter Soldier”, so you were going to just fly from New York to Georgia when “Knocked Up” was finished filming. 
When you arrived on set, it was clear that Anthony hadn’t realized that you had been casted as the main female role, Alison Scott. Upon finding out this information, you and Anthony could not stop laughing. You quickly texted Sebastian a picture of Anthony kissing your cheek, with the equally cheeky caption of, “Look who I stumbled upon and who my love interest is.” Sebastian read your text and only sent back laughing emojis. Even though you and Anthony had been close, it was still a little awkward to film some of the sexier scenes. If anyone were to ask you, you weren’t going to deny that Anthony was attractive. Anthony was one of the best looking men that you knew, so it was a little awkward to play a girl that he gets pregnant after a one night stand. Despite having a few challenges in the beginning, you were able to look past it all and enjoy your time as Alison Scott. On screen, you and Anthony had phenomenal chemistry and at one point, you’d convinced the director that the two of you had actually been an item at one point. 
It took three months to film and almost the moment filming was wrapped up, you and Anthony were on the next plane out to meet Sebastian out in Georgia. Once you landed, the first thing you saw as you exited the airport was Sebastian waiting near a limo. You squealed, leaving your bags by Anthony as you ran up to hug your boyfriend. Sebastian laughed when you knocked his phone out of his hands, sharing a long awaited kiss with him. He would hug you back before returning to greet Anthony. 
“She’s a great kisser, Seb.” Anthony teased as he hugged Sebastian, a smirk playing on his face. 
“If you want to live through filming, I suggest you stop making comments about how good my girlfriend is.” Sebastian threatened as Anthony threw his hands up in defense. 
When COVID-19 hit, filming had to stall for a short amount of time. It was too dangerous for anyone to be filming, so everyone was sent home. It took nearly nine months to finish filming “The Falcon and The Winter Soldier”, due to all of the travel bans as well as the lockdowns. During the first month of lockdown, Sebastian made a really nice dinner and asked you to marry him. (Of course you said yes.) You guys spent most of the time enjoying each other’s company until you got the call to come back out to Georgia to finish filming. The moment you stepped off the plane, you were all greeted by the fellow members of the show. Regardless of the required distances and such things, you all had a group hug. You loved Sebastian dearly, but you were always surrounded by co-workers, so it was weird being alone with Sebastian for so long. It didn’t take long for the cast members to notice the beautiful diamond ring on your finger and the teasing from Anthony began once again. 
It wasn’t until late February that you were able to do any press for the show. Anthony had texted both of you, telling you that your first interview was coming up. One for “The Falcon and the Winter Soldier”, and for “Knocked Up”. Anthony explained that since the movie was coming out before the show, they were going to do the interview for the movie first. Sebastian was excited for you to talk about the movie because he knew how proud of it you were. “Knocked Up” was delayed for release until the movie company worked something out with HBO and other streaming stations. When you joined the Zoom call, Anthony was already there with the interviewer. 
“Well, if it isn’t the infamous soon to be Y/N Stan. How are you?” Josh spoke before Anthony could say anything. 
“I’m great. How are you?” You politely asked back as Anthony watched from his screen. You could hear the yelling of his kids in the background and it caused you to smile. 
“I’m good, thanks for asking.” Josh gave the two of you a countdown and several moments passed before he started again. “Hey guys! Welcome to Stir-Crazy and boy do I have a show for you! Not only are you getting a “Knocked Up” interview with Y/FN Y/LN and Anthony Mackie, but we will also be doing an interview for the upcoming show, “The Falcon and The Winter Soldier.” And yes, Sebastian Stan will be joining us for that! How are you guys? How are you handling quarantine?” 
“I’m doing great. I love getting to spend all the time with my kiddos. I apologize if you can hear them in the background,” Anthony spoke first. “However, I think that Y/N has had a better quarantine than myself.” 
You flushed and held up your hand, showing off your ring. You, Anthony and Sebastian discussed telling the fans, so you weren’t surprised when Anthony brought it up. “At the beginning of quarantine, Sebastian asked me to marry him. I couldn’t say no to him.” 
“And?” Anthony pressed and you laughed. 
“After finishing filming for “The Falcon and The Winter Soldier”, some of our closest friends and family were flown out to Vegas with us, where we eloped. I’m no longer Y/FN Y/LN, but I am Y/N Stan.” You said with a smile on your face, watching Sebastian moving behind the camera. 
“Congratulations to you two! I’m really happy for the two of you,” Josh spoke with a large smile. 
Sebastian walked over to you, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. You shared a tender kiss with him before he softly said, “Te iubesc.” (“I love you” in Romanian.) You responded with saying, “Nu la fel de mult pe cât te iubesc.” (Not nearly as much as I love you.) 
Sebastian rolled his eyes before kissing you again as Anthony spoke up, “Does that mean we’re seeing a mini Y/N and Sebastian baby?” 
Both you and Sebastian scoffed and rolled your eyes as Sebastian took your second headphone, “No, Anthony. It doesn’t. It means “I love you” in Romanian.” 
“You really have to be that extra and say it another language, don’t you?” Anthony teased. “This is why Y/N married him and not the other idiots we work with. It’s that love language.” 
Josh laughed, “Alright, alright. Let’s get back on track here.” 
“That’s my cue to leave,” Sebastian said as he started to take out his headphones. 
“You can stay if you’d like, Sebastian.” Josh responded which made Sebastian promptly stop what he was doing. “My first question is, how was it being Anthony’s love interest? And vice versa.” 
“I’m not going to lie, it was insanely awkward. Anthony is one of the many attractive men that I have had the pleasure to work with, but being best friends with him and dating Sebastian, it was really weird. The first two weeks of filming, we had to skip the whole one night stand scene because we weren’t comfortable with it. By the end, I was pretty sure Anthony had convinced the director that we were dating and it was an ongoing joke the whole time. I always love working with Anthony, even if the production rate drops drastically.” You spoke and Anthony nodded in agreement. 
“I did get to tease Sebastian for a little while after filming. The first thing I said to him when we landed in Georgia was that his girlfriend, at the time, was an amazing kisser. Hell, I made sure to always bring it up. It got the point where I was afraid that Sebastian was going to come after me while I was sleeping.” Anthony responded, making the rest of the small group laugh. 
“I was afraid he was going to as well! I considered locking our bedroom door and hiding the key so that he couldn’t. Luckily, I think that he got over it.” You met Sebastian’s face, which was stone cold. “Lighten up, Seb. No one likes to see you so angry.” 
“I’m not.” He responded and you leaned over to kiss his cheek. His face almost immediately softened. 
“See, she’s got that power over him! I ain’t never seen something like that before!” Anthony spoke before laughing. 
“I have to ask this since Sebastian is here,” Josh paused and Sebastian sighed. He knew what the question was going to be about. “Has Anthony actually even been on your couch?” 
“I have no idea why he keeps telling people this, but he hasn’t.” Sebastian spoke, sighing. 
“Don’t lie. I know you’re scared of people breaking in and stealing your great couch. Are you sitting on it now?” Anthony asked, raising an eyebrow. “Of course you are. I know that couch anywhere.” 
“We are. It’s honestly extremely comfortable. I’m sure if you asked Sebastian how well he sleeps, he’ll tell you.” You teased making Anthony and Josh laugh. 
“Damn, what did you do to get yourself in the doghouse, Sebastian?” Anthony asked. “That couch does an amazing job at putting you to sleep.” 
“Alright, I’m leaving this conversation.” Sebastian said with a laugh before dropping the airpod back into your hand. “Call me when we’re talking about something other than my couch.” 
You couldn’t help but laugh, “Okay. I’ll enjoy this comfy couch all to myself.” 
“Hey, I can be there in a few hours. I’m sure there’s enough room for me there!” Anthony said, loud enough for Sebastian to make out the words. 
Sebastian rejoined you on the couch, smirking as he flipped Anthony off. You smacked his arm softly before he kissed your cheek. “Stay away from my couch and my wife. We shouldn’t have a problem, then.” 
“So, have you actually seen his couch, Anthony?” Josh asked before Anthony shook his head. 
“No, but we are planning something for me to eventually see his couch. With everything going on at the moment, it wouldn’t be very smart. Although, if I come and sleep on your couch a couple nights, I expect the two of you to come out here and do some fishing.” Anthony responded while smiling. 
“Consider it a deal,” Sebastian said as he kissed your temple. 
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abimess · a day ago
The high price of love // Part 2
Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Summary: Loving and desiring someone are the best things a human can possibly do. But what happens when you feel these things for a woman much older than you?
Word count:  2.558 || 6.167
Warnings: fluff; angst; milf; smut (+18 only!)
Good reading!
All parts || Part 1
“No fucking way!” Ned speaks much louder than he should and draws the attention of some of the students and monitors around you.
"Dude, shut up!" You complain in a low voice and he just laughs softly, putting his hand over his mouth.
Ned is a physics monitor and is one of your closest friends, so you saw no problem in sharing with him what happened between you and Wanda. But maybe doing it while you’re both working wasn't such a good idea.
"What's going on, losers?" You hear a female voice approaching you and you squeeze your eyes shut, knowing you were fucked. Robin was your other close friend, but you intended to take as long as you could to tell her, because the blonde wasted no time in teasing you about absolutely anything.
"(Y/n) is dating a milf!" Ned tells her, and you widen your eyes. "Dude!" you say, slapping him on the shoulder. "I'm not dating her," you explain, taking a sip of your water in an attempt to wash away the bitter taste that has formed in your mouth. "So she is a milf?" Robin asks with raised eyebrows and an amused smirk on her face.
The conversation is irritating you and the heat in your cheeks irritates you even more. "I'm not having this conversation." You declare but the other two smile amused. "She's friends with her aunt." Ned explains and Robin agrees with a mocking expression and you groan in irritation. "You know what? Gossip all you want, I have work to do."
You grab some notes and turn to a student who is approaching your desk. You try to calm down, but it’s impossible with the two idiots giggling behind you.
"You’re home!" You say excitedly as you enter the house and see Nat lying on the couch, reading some documents. She looks up at you with a wide smile and stands up, walking over to you and giving you a tight hug.
"Did you miss me?" she asks with raised eyebrows and you make a dismissive noise with your mouth. "Of course not, I can't stand your face anymore." You scoff and she chuckles.
"Well, it's my house, you can move out whenever you want." She retorts and you put your hands on your chest with a grimace and she laughs.
"How was your weekend?" She asks casually, walking to the kitchen and pouring you both some juice. The question is simple but makes you break into a cold sweat with the memories of Saturday night flashing fast in your brain. "Normal, no big deal." You say, trying to sound as chill as possible and sigh in relief when Nat hums in agreement.
"I was thinking about how we don't have any emergency contact." She comments, handing you one of the glasses and you frown. "We have the neighbors." You say and she rolls her eyes, "The neighbors hate us.
"Maybe they wouldn't if you didn't complain about every single noise they make." You retort with a mocking smirk and she smiles too, rolling her eyes and giving your shoulder a small nudge.
"I'll give you Wanda's phone number later." She says naturally and you get even more nervous. "Why would I need Wanda's number?"
"You know how emergencies work, (Y/n)?" She asks with a mixed expression of mockery and confusion. "Just in case you need an adult when I'm not here."
"I’m an adult." You retort feeling slightly annoyed. You’re about to turn 23 and Nat would still treat you like a teenager. Normally you would find her behavior amusing, but this time a strange irritation takes hold of you and it surprises you. But you quickly try to push it away.
"I know you are." She says with a gentle chuckle. "But there are things we can't do alone." She explains and you swallow dryly, those words having a completely different meaning than she imagines.
"It's just a precaution." She concludes, waking you from your thoughts and you nod in agreement, trying to disguise your anxiety, and Nat smiles one last time before returning to the couch and going back to reading her papers.
Hey, Nat gave me your number in case of an emergency.
 You press send and immediately hate yourself for the stupid message. But your martyrdom is short-lived, because your cellphone vibrates a few minutes later.
 And is this an emergency now?
 You stare at the message, not knowing what to make of her words and nervously wiggle your fingers before typing your reply.
 Not really, it was just to let you know.
  What a shame, I thought it was an emergency.
You laugh, biting your lip before typing your answer. You type a few things but nothing seems good enough, so you just send a wide-eyed emoji and then she replies with a blinking emoji.
You smile at the phone for a while, but your bedroom door opens and you startle, blocking the device and putting it away in your pocket.
"Jesus, Robin!" You say when you see the girl walking into your room. You take a deep breath, trying to get your heart beating normally again, and the blonde laughs.
"Sorry, were you sexting your milf?" She scoffs and you shush her, widening your eyes. "Keep it down, dammit!"
"Relax, your aunt is watching a movie downstairs." She reassures you, throwing herself on your bed. "What are you doing here anyway?" You ask and the girl rolls her eyes. "You invited me a few days ago so we could work out the questions for the mock exam, did you forget?"
She says amused and you assume a thoughtful expression for a while as you revisit your memories and then remember that you did invite her. "Well, you could have at least knocked on the door." You say finally and she agrees with a mocking expression. "You're right, what if you were sending a nude to yo-”
You pick up a used sock that was lying next to your chair and throw it at Robin's face, who stops talking immediately and lets out a groan of disgust and frustration.
You laugh, and turn on your notebook, while opening some of your books to start working. Robin opens her backpack and also starts opening some of her books.
The two of you discuss for a while the content and question models you want to use. You type one of the questions that Robin dictates to you but when she abruptly stops talking you look at her.
The blonde is looking at you with a mischievous smirk and you swallow dryly, knowing that nothing good is coming of it. "What?" you ask impatiently and she raises one of her eyebrows, the smile never leaving her face. "Do you call her mommy?"
It’s Saturday and you have to do your best not to show all the nervousness that is consuming you.
Wanda has invited you and Nat for lunch and now you’re standing in front of the redhead's front door. You haven't seen Wanda since that night. The idea of seeing her again along with the uncertainty of what it’ll be like only increase the chance of you having a heart attack at any moment.
Soon you hear the doorknob open and reveal Wanda right away. She’s even more beautiful than you remember, which you thought was impossible. She smiles at Nat and then at you, her green eyes sparkling as they meet yours.
You greet each other and Wanda hugs Nat and then you soon after. The smell of her perfume makes your whole body shiver. Her body against yours brings back the memories of last Saturday and as you pull away, you notice that Wanda's pupils are slightly dilated, indicating that she’s had the same thoughts as you.
Wanda guides you inside the house to the living room and you smile at the cozy decor of her home. Quick footsteps catch your attention and you turn around, seeing two little boys running up to you. They both smile at you and you smile too, thinking they’re the cutest little kids you’ve ever seen.
The redhead instructs the boys to greet you, and they do, and you almost melt from the cuteness. "Do you like Star Wars?" Billy asks excitedly pointing to your t-shirt and you laugh softly. "Yes, I do!" You reply in the same tone and both boys smile happily. "We have a bunch of Star Wars action figures, do you want to see?" Tommy asks and you have to hold back the urge to squeeze their cheeks.
"I'd love to!" You reply with a genuine smile on your face and Wanda looks up at you. "You don't have to." She says smiling tenderly and you return the smile. "It's no problem at all." She keeps her eyes locked on yours for a few more seconds before looking away.
Wanda guides you and Nat to the couch in the living room while the boys run to their bedroom to get their toys. Wanda sits in the armchair and Nat sits on the end of the couch right next to her. You sit in the middle of the couch and soon the boys arrive carrying a bunch of toys and join you.
Wanda and Nat chat while you interact with the kids. The boys show you each of their toys and excitedly tell you which ones are their favorites and which scenes from the movies they like best. You give them your full attention, with a smile on your face. They ask you which toys you liked best, what your favorite scenes and characters are, if you also have action figures, and you laugh amusedly at their enthusiasm, answering all their questions.
Wanda watches the interaction carefully, her heart warming at seeing you getting along so well with her children. The fact that Billy and Tommy seem to like you so much stirs her in a way that Wanda can't understand, so she shakes her head, trying to push those new feelings away, and stands up.
She invites you to the table so that she can serve lunch and you offer to help her bring the things over. She says that it’s not necessary, but you insist so she accepts. She tells Tommy and Billy to go wash their hands and Nat offers to help them.
Wanda leads you into the kitchen and you try to ignore the discomfort that begins to form in the pit of your stomach at the fact that you and Wanda are alone.
She looks at you with loving eyes as she hands you one of the platters. You hold the item firmly and open your mouth to say something, but Wanda holds your face firmly and connects your lips in a gentle kiss. You sigh, surprised and delighted by the redhead's action.
With no time to waste, you gently bite Wanda's lower lip, and when she moans softly in surprise, you take advantage of the space between her lips to slide your tongue inside her mouth. Your tongues touch, and you both shudder at the sensation.  
Everything about Wanda is so addictive and intoxicating, you would kiss her forever if you could. But you can't, and as soon as you hear footsteps getting louder, Wanda pulls away from you immediately and you two carry the food to the living room table, pretending that nothing happened.
You serve yourselves and as soon as you start eating you and Nat compliment her lunch and Wanda smiles gratefully. You eat in silence for a while until Billy breaks it.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" He asks looking at you and you almost choke on your food. "Billy." Wanda scolds him in a firm voice and you laugh, waving your hands dismissively. "It's okay." You say looking at Wanda and then turn your attention back to Billy, who is watching you with innocent curiosity. "No, Billy, I don't have a boyfriend. In fact, I don't like boys."
You explain and the two boys exchange sad looks. "You don't like us?" Tommy asks, his voice disappointed, and the two older women try to contain their giggles at the innocence of the children.
"Of course I like you! In fact, you are my favorite boys in the whole world." You reassure them and they smile, but Billy's face lights up for a moment when an idea seems to cross his mind. "You have a girlfriend then?" He asks and you laugh at the boy's cleverness. "Enough gossip, you two." Wanda scolds the boys once again, but she smiles amused at the conversation.
"No, Billy, I don't have a girlfriend either." You reply and have to try very hard not to look at Wanda immediately afterwards. But you can still feel her eyes on you.
"Um what about that girl who came over the other night?" Nat asks with a teasing tone and you almost choke for the second time that lunch. Wanda tighten the grip on her glass, not liking the direction of this conversation.
"Robin?" you ask surprised and annoyed, laughing embarrassed before answering. "No way, she's just my friend."
"Do you like her?" Wanda asks curiously, trying to match Natasha's tone but you could see something else in her eyes. A mixture of irritation and insecurity. Jealousy, maybe? Probably not, a woman like Wanda has no need to feel jealous.
You clear your throat, realizing you took a little too long to answer, and shake your head dismissively. "No, Robin is just my friend. Nothing more." With your reply, Wanda looks away, but you can see the shadow of a smile on her face and you smile as well.
For the sake of your sanity, soon the subject changes, and you begin to talk about other things. After lunch, Wanda starts to clear the table. You get up and start helping her, and Wanda doesn't object. Billy and Tommy have cornered Nat and are now talking about something very excitedly, but Nat seems quite interested in the conversation so you just giggle.
You and Wanda take the things into the kitchen and this time the silence between you is awkward. Tense and heavy, maybe. You think about what might have caused this distance between you and the only thing that comes to mind is the conversation about Robin and you smile, incredulous. "Are you jealous of Robin?" you ask, unable to hide your smile and Wanda looks at you, surprised.
She tilts her head slightly, a smile appearing on her own lips. But it’s a different smile, an intimidating one. And the closer she gets to you, the more intimidated you feel. "No dear." She whispers and you can feel her breath against your lips. You swallow dryly and her smile grows. "I know that at the end of the day it's between my legs you want to put your head on."
Your breath hitches with her words and she bites her lip, looking down to your mouth. Without a second thought, you move toward her but before your lips can meet hers she turns and walks away.
You sigh, your head spinning rapidly at everything that has just happened. You watch Wanda walk away, a mischievous smile on your face. That woman would be the death of you.
Part 3
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sunny-reys · a day ago
Peter Maximoff has just met the most amazing girl on the planet- a mutant with the ability to mimic other people’s faces and powers. However, when a fight ends with Y/N losing her abilities, Peter will have to go after her and convince her to stay.
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The X-Men have only been here for about ten minutes before Peter Maximoff realizes that things aren’t exactly going to plan. They were dragged out to the middle of nowhere because Professor Xavier was convinced that there was some bedraggled group of mutants that needed saving. He was right, of course, but apparently he didn’t see into enough minds to discover the ambush waiting for them.
Now Peter and his friends are fighting against a large group of soldiers, far larger than they’d anticipated. He dodges a bullet again and again before eventually giving up, speeding over to Jean in the blink of an eye. She startles for a moment when he appears out of nowhere. Peter gives her about half a second to recover from the surprise before yelling something to her over the din of the fight. “Are we supposed to be losing?”
Jean shakes her head. “I don’t think so. I don’t remember a crushing defeat being listed in the key points of the mission.” Suddenly, an eager grin slips across her face, and she shouts something over to Xavier. “Professor, the situation is dire enough. We have to bring her out.” Xavier sighs. “Are you sure about this?” Jean nods, smiling wickedly. “If we wait any longer, she’ll take a visit herself. Tell the Twin that it’s time to play.”
Peter frowns at Jean. “Who’s the Twin?” Jean casts him a beaming look. “One of the best people you’ll ever meet. Here she comes now.” Peter glances around the battlefield, trying to find whoever Jean is talking about, and then he sees her. There’s a figure making her way across the clearing, darting through soldiers as if they’re nothing more than stalks of grass. Anyone else would have been terrified to find themselves in the middle of a large cluster of enemy fighters, but instead she looks positively delighted.
Just as the Twin reaches Jean and Peter, the soldiers start to rain heavy fire upon the building where the other mutants are being held, the ones the X-Men were sent to rescue. The new girl turns to Jean, a sudden intensity burning behind her eyes. “Give me your hand.” Jean doesn’t hesitate for a second, thrusting out her palm. The Twin flings her own hand onto Jean’s, concentrating hard as if attempting a feat of intense difficulty. For a moment, nothing happens.
Then the girl’s eyes open wide, and Peter stares. They’re glowing with a strange energy, an energy that looks almost like Jean’s. As Peter watches, the energy spreads across her entire body, crackling over her veins.  The Twin hovers in the air as she seemingly absorbs the energy, then comes crashing back down to the ground again. Peter reaches out an arm as if to catch her, but the girl has already straightened up once more.
She extends an arm to the sky and a torrent of magical power crashes out of her palm, racing across the battlefield to slam into the enemy guns and take them down. Beside her, Jean continues to use her powers, which look identical to the sudden abilities from the Twin. This girl hasn’t taken Jean’s powers, she just suddenly has the skill to have the exact same abilities. 
Peter chuckles softly. “I think I get why they call you the Twin.” The girl turns to Peter, flashing him a grin almost as bright as the magical energy still pouring from her hands. “Nice to meet you too. I’m Y/N.” The enemy soldiers are scrambling back, desperate for a brief respite to fix their crumbling weaponry, and so Peter, Y/N, and Jean are granted a lull in the fighting.
Peter nods. “I’m Peter.” Y/N’s eyes flash. “So I’ve heard. You’re the fast one, aren’t you?” Peter allows himself a cocky grin. “I like the sound of that.” Jean groans next to him. “You two are bad enough by yourselves, don’t make me listen to you two banter. I’m going to give up and just ask the soldiers to shoot me.” Y/N pretends to pout. “And here I thought we were friends. So mean.”
Jean rolls her eyes, but considers Y/N for a second longer. “Is that a new face?” Y/N nods. “Got bored of the hair and changed the face shape. I’m taller now, too. By the way.” Peter frowns. “A new face?” Y/N fires a warning shot at the soldiers brave enough to attempt a second wave, then turns to face him once more. “The Twin thing doesn’t just extend to my powers. I can also change my appearance at will.”
Peter is fascinated. “Just like that?” “Just like that.” Y/N says, screwing up her face in concentration once more. Before Peter’s eyes, her hair seems to leach of its color, turning silver like a river running bright with rainwater. Peter’s eyes widen. “That’s so cool.” Y/N grins, allowing her hair to turn back to another color. “I know, right?” Peter considers this. “It is cool, but it was better when it was silver.” Peter stays just long enough to see an exasperated look start to form in Jean’s eyes and a slight blush on Y/N’s face before he turns, rejoining the fight faster than anyone else can see.
The battle is over soon after that. Now that Y/N’s taken the stage and there are basically two Jeans along with Peter and the rest of the X-Men, a motley group of soldiers with guns can’t stand a chance. Xavier directs them to stay a little longer, making sure the soldiers won’t try anything else before helping the refugee mutants onto the plane and settling into seats themselves. Peter slides into a seat next to Y/N. If he’s going to be stuck on the plane for the next hour or so, he intends to get to know her.
Y/N looks up with a smile. “If it isn’t my second favorite speedster. How are you?” Peter pretends to look affronted. “Am I not your favorite? Who else is there?” Y/N raises an eyebrow, challenging. “I’ll show you if you give me your hand.” Peter holds out his hand, palm facing upwards. Y/N takes it, snapping her eyes shut as she channels his power. There’s a slight pricking sensation, almost like a needle, and then the same rivers of energy seem to flow over Y/N’s body. This time, however, they don’t glow like Jean’s powers. Instead, they’re a bluish silver, like Peter’s abilities.
When Y/N opens her eyes, Peter notices that they’ve changed color again. This time, they’re a warm hazel, the same shade that Peter sees in the mirror every morning. In fact, in the split second it’s taken Peter to realize that she’s imitating his eyes, the rest of her face has changed. It’s like staring at a reflection of himself- every detail, down to the stitching on his jacket, is replicated perfectly on Y/N.
Peter lets out an incredulous laugh. “You know, I’ve heard they say that imitation is the best form of flattery, so I’m going to take this to mean that you think I’m very, very cool.” Y/N rolls her eyes, letting Peter’s face wash away from her again like the swipe of a cloth. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.” Peter grins. “Why not? You said that this is your favorite speedster, right? That’s technically just me, so all I’m hearing is that you think I’m the best.”
Y/N laughs. “You’re unbelievable, Peter Maximoff.” Peter leans back against the wall of the plane. “Maybe so. What are you going to do about that, Twin?” Y/N thinks about this. “I’m going to go hang out with someone I can stand.” She winks at him, then disappears in a flash. It’s strange seeing his own powers used on someone else, although to be honest, Peter’s not sure that he minds it on her.
Peter must have been staring for a little too long, because Jean takes a seat in the place where Y/N just stood. She raises an eyebrow at him, and Peter has a sudden sensation that he’s a fish about to get eaten by a shark who can sense weakness. “I didn’t think you’d take to Y/N that quickly.” Peter feigns indifference. “It’s a little odd seeing your own face on someone else.” Jean shrugs. “At least she asked you first. She’s never done that with any of the rest of us. We just walk in a room and find out that she’s there because you’re suddenly looking at yourself. It’s nice of her to make a change for you.”
Jean’s looking at him like there’s a second meaning to all that, but Peter is unwilling to look too deeply into it. He just spreads his hands, hoping to come up with some witty retort that will stop Jean from peering at him like she can read his mind. Which she can, he supposes, but that’s not the point. “It’s not your fault, Jean. I’m very endearing to everyone I meet.” Jean scoffs at this, but Peter can sense her backing off on the topic. To be honest, Peter is perfectly fine with that. If he spends any more time thinking about the mutant down the hall named Y/N, he’s fairly sure that Jean might be able to discern some fairly compromising information from his head.
Peter’s known Y/N for about a month when the next attack hits. This time it’s different- the soldiers are back with a vengeance, but they’ve managed to enlist a mutant to turn against Xavier and the rest of the mutants at the school. Peter lines up with the rest of the X-Men to take a stand and defeat the soldiers once and for all. He’s pleasantly surprised to notice Y/N coming to a stop next to him. She’s wearing a different face, one with darker eyes and shorter hair. “What, they’re letting you join the melee early this time?” She grins at him. “Too many risks otherwise. They don’t like the idea of soldiers finding out about me lest they try something like the Sentinel program, but the stakes are high enough that I’m sprung early.”
Peter smiles, casually straightening the collar of her jacket. “Try not to kill anyone unnecessarily. They might send you back.” She rolls her eyes. “It’s always a problem with me.” Peter’s about to laugh and come up with some joking retort, but the rattle of gunfire begins to echo across the field they’re standing in and he turns back to the battle with a sigh. Conversations are over, it’s time to defend the school. Hopefully they can get this wrapped up quickly so he can talk to Y/N again.
Unfortunately, Peter doesn’t see Y/N for the majority of the battle. Xavier sends her over to deal with the rogue mutant, thinking that it would be best if one of his strongest fighters battled what is clearly the crown jewel in the soldiers’ attack plan. He’s not wrong, of course, but Peter wouldn’t mind being able to fight side by side with the Twin. He would most certainly show off, and the only people who can be impressed by that now is Scott. How disappointing.
True to his hopes, the battle ends somewhat quickly. It’s longer than the last one, as they can’t count on Y/N for a Hail Mary to knock out all the soldiers’ guns in one fell swoop while she’s dealing with the enemy mutant, but it’s good enough. Judging by the lack of destruction in the school and the tightly bound, unconscious mutant leaving the premises, Peter assumes that Y/N was able to deal with him easily.
However, when Peter tries to find Y/N and congratulate her on the defeat of the enemy mutant, he can’t find her anywhere. She’s not wandering the battlefield like the rest of them, she’s not in the medical wing, she’s not in any of the rooms. In fact, even hours later, Peter can’t find her at all. Eventually, Peter can’t stand the suspense and he finds Jean, not even bothering to walk at a normal speed in his haste to find Y/N.
Peter skids to a stop in front of Jean. “Have you seen Y/N? I can’t find her anywhere, which is really strange. Do you know where she is?” Belatedly, Peter realizes that she’s not alone but talking to Xavier. Peter moves to step away and let them finish their conversation, but the Professor turns to Peter with a concerned look. “Don’t leave just yet, Peter. You’re right to worry- we can’t find her either. She isn’t on the school grounds.”
Peter stares. “She left the grounds? Is she alright?” Xavier lifts a shoulder. “She is relatively unharmed, yes. No grave danger to her life.” Peter does not feel remotely reassured by this. “But something happened, right? She wouldn’t just leave for no reason.” The Professor shakes his head. “Just before she subdued the rogue mutant, he hit her with a blast of energy. I didn’t know his powers, or I wouldn’t have sent her to deal with him, but- Well, it removed her powers. We think it’s just temporary, but she panicked and fled.”
Peter feels like the roof has come crashing down over his head. “What do you mean, it removed her powers? Is she alright?” Xavier sighs. “I only got a brief glimpse into her head before she left. She was worried, thinking that she was hurt and that’s why she couldn’t use her powers, but she fled the school because she thought we wouldn’t want her there anymore if she wasn’t a mutant.” Peter feels sick. “But that’s not true. Of course we want her!”
The Professor’s voice is chiding. “Yes, we still we want her. The only problem is that Y/N was in a state of intense panic and didn’t believe it herself. We would go after her, but the energy blast removed her powers and made her revert to her original face. No one actually knows what she looks like because she’s been changing her appearance almost every day. We can’t find her because we don’t know who she is anymore.”
Peter stares. “That’s it? You’re not going after her because you can’t remember what she looks like?” Xavier starts to say something, but Peter just shakes his head, something like disgust building up in his throat. “I’m going to go find her.” Jean reaches out an arm, blocking his path. “You don’t know where she is.” Peter looks at her. “Then tell me where you think she is, and I’ll go. I’m not leaving her.” The Professor sighs. “The last time we were able to track her was a brief appearance in the surrounding town. She couldn’t have gotten far, it hasn’t been that long.” Peter nods. “I’ll bring her back. I promise.” Xavier sighs again, although this time something almost like hope is written across his brow. “I know you will.”
Peter dashes away, moving faster than anyone in the school could possibly see. He reaches the surrounding town in a matter of seconds, coming to an abrupt stop in the middle of a street. Now that he’s actually left the school, Peter realizes how daunting this task could be. However, Peter has rarely considered the risks of things in his life, and he certainly isn’t about to start now. Not when Y/N’s out here, alone and feeling hopeless.
Peter ends up running again, checking up and down every street. He doesn’t know what he’s looking for- some sign of Y/N in every person he sees, he guesses. After fruitlessly combing every street, Peter stops again, letting himself pause in the middle of a crowded thoroughfare. Most people around him look at him in surprise, as if noticing he was there for the first time, but one doesn’t. One girl, one absolutely beautiful girl who looks hurriedly away as if pretending she didn’t see him at all. Bingo.
Peter jogs up to her, voice catching in his throat. “Y/N?” The girl turns away again. “I don’t know who you’re talking about.” Peter’s voice is softer now. “Yes, you do. You’re Y/N L/N, and you go to my school.” The girl glances over at him, one eyebrow raised, although she hurriedly looks the other way as if chiding herself for giving him even this brief speck of attention. “That’s a strange way to describe someone.”
Peter, with all the nerves of someone about to take a leap of faith, reaches down and wraps his hand around Y/N’s. She lets her shoulders soften, although when she speaks again her voice is anything but relaxed. “You shouldn’t have come looking for me. I’m useless now.” Peter shakes his head. “You could never be useless. Not now, not ever. You’re more than just your powers, you realize that?” Y/N looks at him, true pain radiating from her eyes. “You can’t say that. Xavier only needs me because I can imitate other people’s powers, and now that I can’t do that anymore he has no need for me.”
Peter grabs her other hand, forcing her to a stop. “And what about me? I need you.” Y/N lets her gaze remain on his. “How did you find me? You don’t know what I look like.” Peter shrugs. “I looked for the cutest girl in town, and I guessed correctly.” Y/N laughs, a slight blush forming on her cheeks. “You’re impossible.” Peter winks at her. “Impossibly charming. Now, are you going to come back with me to the school or do I have to follow you around some more?”
Y/N sighs. “But I don’t-” Peter holds up a hand. “If you’re going to say something about how you don’t have your powers and you shouldn’t return, you’re wrong. Everyone’s worried about you.” Y/N’s gaze seems to cut right through him. “Everyone?” Peter nods. “Everyone. Especially me. Besides, the Professor said that your powers will probably return, and this is just temporary. That being said, I’d want you there, powers or no. I’m here for you, Y/N, not the Twin. You’re way more than that.”
Y/N smiles at him at last. “I suppose so. Okay, I guess I’ll come back.” Peter beams at her. “Excellent. Can I speed up the return journey?” She nods. “Just don’t drop me.” Peter flashes her a grin. “I’d never dream of it.” Moving faster than anyone can see, Peter picks up Y/N in his arms, taking off in the direction of the school. If he presses a kiss to her forehead before he starts to run, well, he’s the only one who would know.
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honeyedtulips · a day ago
songbook 📖
🌼🌷🌺🌻☁️ welcome to my garden! pick a flower, listen to some tunes, and enjoy your stay! ♡ thank you so much for stopping by, i hope to see you again 🌼🌷🌺🌻☁️
honeyedtulips x🌷♡
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| the playlist |
♡ bucky’s songs♡
 ♡ nat’s songs♡ 
♡ andy barber’s songs♡
♡ steve’s songs♡
♡ sam’s songs♡
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radiyahkhan16 · a day ago
Y/N: We need to get through this locked door. Tony, give me your credit card.
Tony: Here.
Y/N, pocketing it: Thanks. Steve kick down the door.
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fanfuckingtastic04 · a day ago
So, I’m not gonna be able to post the next chapter of Love & Other Desires tomorrow coz I have a test that I’ve barely prepared for and am stressed about. I will be posting it in the first half of next week tho and hopefully I can get back on track.
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See ya lovelies!!
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certifiedskywalker · a day ago
Neurogenesis - Charles Xavier
It was never meant to happen. He thought it was impossible and you were both far too busy leading overly complicated lives. Where was the time?! Between the school and saving the world, where did a little family fit in? Your little family.
WARNINGS: mild cursing, scientific/clinical language, and pregnancy
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Something was changed in you. Though, arguably, it would be easier to determine what remained the same after the beach in Cuba. What once were steadfast facets of Charles’ life were twisted beyond recognition like a piece of metal warped by Erik’s hand or the sudden divergence of a bullet’s path. At the thought, Charles felt his back ache. The pain pulled his attention from your figure and towards his still legs.
“And it’s finished!”
Hank, a blur of blue fur, rose up from behind one of the lab tables. Charles raised a brow at the scientist before he flicked his gaze over to you. You eyed whatever Hank had been working on while hidden behind the table before you met Charles’ gaze. His own mouth quirked upwards instinctually as you looked at him. Charles could never not smile when you looked at him like that: eyes full of love and the softest hints of a grin on your lips.
“Here you are,” Hank said as he rolled a shining, new wheelchair out from behind the table. “I should have thought about a joystick control before. Just been a bit...out of it.”
“It’s alright,” Charles replied, waving Hank’s worry away with a hand. “We’ve all been adjusting to this new normal.”
Nothing feels normal anymore. Your voice rang through Charles’ head like a sweet song despite the bitter truth of your words. 
He tilted his head towards you and met your eyes with a knowing look. It will soon, darling, I promise.
Always the optimist, you telepathically replied before you returned to the files spread out on the table before you. Charles watched you carefully, still trying to pinpoint what exactly was different. Your thoughts and voice were clear but something was...newer. Sharper.
Hank sighed, pulling Charles’ attention back to him. His thick, blue arms were held out towards him, waiting to move Charles from chair to chair. “Are you ready?”
Charles swallowed hard but nodded up at his beastial friend. “I don’t think I’ll quite ever get used to being carried around.”
“Just need to adjust to the new normal, Professor,” Hank echoed with a wry, lopsided smile. Against his newly blue skin, his teeth, especially the longer canines, looked more yellowed. But the awkward joy that Hank exuded with his signature half-smile remained a constant despite his altered appearance. 
“Yes,” Charles agreed as Hank scooped him up from his old wheelchair. 
As he was lifted, Charles caught your eyes again. You held the same love in your eyes he saw moments before but something danced along the edges. It wasn’t pity at the sight of him or his more-less limp body in Hank’s arms. No, Charles had told you in hospital that he did not want you to weep for the loss of his legs. The strain his new condition added to your relationship would be enough to bear. 
Was it worry perhaps? With your ability to block him from reading your mind, you always left him with so many questions. He joked about how, while you could speak to each other telepathically, communicating each other’s thoughts remained just as difficult as it was for average couples. Couples without powerful mutations, that was.
That did not stop Charles from trying to read you though. In fact, he enjoyed the mystery. Even as Hank placed him in his new chair and you watched with that strange, mixed expression, Charles felt a twinge of wonder. He could study you, love you, forever if the world allowed him to. He so wish that it would.
“How does it feel?” Hank asked once he stepped back to admire his work. Charles looked from you to Hank to the new chair’s joystick. Tentatively, he wrapped his fingers around the knob and pushed it forward. With a small heave, the chair moved in the direction Charles pointed it in: right towards where you stood.
You laughed as Charles rode quickly over to you. He stopped immediately in front of you and looked up with an expectant glint in his blue eyes. Your smile widened at the sight and you reached a hand to his face. When your palm pressed against his cheek, Charles turned his head to lean into your touch. His eyes closed to savor the feeling of your skin on his.
“Looks like it works great, Hank,” you mused before leaning closer to Charles. “And you look very handsome, dapper even.”
“Dapper? I was expecting a very different descriptor,” Charles jested as he opened his eyes. He grinned when he saw your eyes widen slightly and your hand moved to trail through his hair. For a moment, Charles was so immersed in you that he did not feel the mystifying newness that seemed to glow about you.
It was only you, and then, as Charles drank in your form, it suddenly wasn’t.
“You can’t say that in your heads?”
“Where’s the fun in that, Hank? We don’t get to see your face of disgust,” you teased, looking up at the scientist. 
Charles would have gladly joined in but he could not ignore the small, bright sparks that stemmed from new neurons. Each one burned in his brain but not with thoughts he could read. There were only hints of tactile feelings and very base sounds that seemed to echo in some pitch black void. Despite the darkness, Charles was not afraid. It was not a fearful dark, but warm, almost comforting in some strange way.
“Funny. Well, I have to run this upstairs to Alex,” Hank sighed, holding up a energy blast channeling disc. “Don’t break anything in my lab.”
“It’s the school’s lab,” you countered. 
“Y/N.” Charles reached his hands up to your hips, trying to grab your attention.
“It’s basically Charles’ lab,” you continued as Hank walked away. 
Charles shook his head and rested his hands on your sides. Beneath his fingers and your clothes, he could feel the warmth of your flesh that mirrored the sparks of newness he felt in his mind. Before you turned your head to look at him, your hands moved to rest on top of Charles’. When you finally focused on him, Charles felt his stomach lurch.
“What is it?”
Then Charles saw it in your furrowed brows, feeble frown, and, mostly, in your eyes: nothing. There was no recognition or masked emotion. After a few seconds of silence, your expression grew grim, more worried. Your hands held his tighter and squeezed.
“You don’t know,” Charles breathed. His eyes fell from yours to your joined hands, your sides, then to your abdomen. In his mind, little flickers of light like firecrackers sparkled in the warm void that surrounded him. “I can’t believe this.”
“Charles,” you whined, “you’re scaring me. What is it? Are you alright?”
“Am I...I’m fine, Y/N, are you,” he met your gaze, “you’re pregnant.”
Your worry melted away as a laughed rumbled up from your stomach and out of your mouth. “I’m sorry, what?”
“I can see inside the embryo’s forming neurons. I can feel the neurogenesis occurring in utero, the very forming of the brain.”
“ wasn’t, it isn’t possible. Our mutations, they aren’t compatible,” you stepped back and dropped Charles’ hands. “This is impossible, right?”
You met Charles’ eyes and, at his silence, all he could see now was the panic. He did not need to read your mind to know how fast your overwhelming thoughts were racing through your head. Carefully, he reached out to again, desperate to calm you. You did not move to meet him in the middle. Instead, you braced yourself against the lab table behind you.
“Hey, hey, breathe, darling,” he cooed. “It will be alright.”
“Alright?! Charles, you can’t be serious! We can adjust to a new normal, to a life without Raven and Erik and your legs, but a baby?!” You lifted your hands to hold your face and, for the first time in his life, Charles felt utterly powerless. 
His lips fell into a frown and stinging tears began to gather behind his eyes as he took in the sight of you. Gently, he pressed the joystick of his chair forward to get closer to you. When he was close enough, Charles reached a hand up and wrapped his fingers around your forearm. With all the tenderness he had, he pulled your arm away which peeled your hand from your face. Tears rolled down your cheeks and Charles wanted nothing more to reach inside your mind to steal them away; or fully share in them. 
He wasn’t sure which would help more. All he wanted to do was help, but he did not know what to do or what to say. So, he did the first thing he thought of and pulled you towards him. Wordlessly, Charles guided you into his lap so you could sit and so he could hold you.
You melted into him so naturally. Your head fell to his shoulder and his arms wrapped around your waist instinctively. Charles pressed his face into the crown of your head, savored the feeling of your hair tickling the skin of his face. It was a comforting contrast to the wetness of your tears that soaked through his shirt to the skin of his chest. He closed his eyes and just held you.
I love you, I love you, I love you.
You lifted your head from Charles’ shoulder and let your red-rimmed eyes meet his gaze. I love you too, I love you. I’m just-
“You don’t have to explain,” Charles interjected aloud, “and I’ll support whatever you decide to do. I’ll be here for you, always. Alright?”
His hand lifted to your face and brushed against the peak of your cheek before his fingertips traced down to your neck. You nodded quietly and Charles leaned in, grazing your lips with his. After a moment’s hesitation, you reciprocated, your arms linking behind his neck to draw him in further. It was a long kiss of comfort that tasted of sweet love and salted tears.
When you parted, Charles pressed his forehead to yours and let your noses knock gently together. He did not want to pull away so completely, he did not want to leave any unnecessary distance between you. So much had changed and left your lives so quickly that Charles could not bear the thought of separating from you. Not now, not even a little bit.
So, you both sat in silence and pressed as close as possible to each other. Eventually, your breathing evened out and Charles was able to check in on the new neurons that sparkled with growth. There was no denying it was there. A small piece of you and Charles made physical. It felt surreal, beyond even his total comprehension. 
“Does that mean, in Cuba,” you began, pulling your face from Charles’. You did not have to continue for Charles to understand.
“Yes, most likely,” he replied, “but it seems fine. Healthy, alive.”
“I don’t know how to feel about that, about this.” Charles nodded and tilted his head up to press a kiss to your forehead. “First it’s the school, the X-Men, the world, and now...this.”
Against his will, Charles smiled against your forehead before he moved away to look into your eyes. “And now this.”
You gave Charles a small, hopeful smile. It was enough to make his heart swell and his chest ache with pure adoration. He leaned forward again, pressed another kiss to your lips and lingered. The soft scent of your soap and the warmth of your body against his overwhelmed his senses. Through it all, he could still sense the flickering shocks of budding cells.
He entertained the thought of normalcy, of raising a child with you. Charles would be lying if he did not admit he wanted it, wanted it as badly as he wanted to prepare the school. But he wanted you more. Forever if the world would let him. 
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