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havensins · 10 months
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Sucking off Miguel in his chair while anyone can walk in and see their stoic hothead leader moaning and whimpering
i can just imagine this now 😵‍💫! kneeling under miguel’s desk, spreading his legs wide apart and teasing the supple skin of his thighs. “do something, please?” he’d ask, hands balled up into fists on the arms of his chair.
wrapping a hand around his cock, you let your thumb tease his steadily leaking tip. “you know you gotta be specific, my love.” you murmur to him, kissing his tip and letting his precum stain your lips.
he inhales sharply, relaxing into his chair. “want you to suck me off… make me cum please?” he asks and you smile against his thigh. miguel sure knew how to beg. “whatever you want,” you murmur, finally wrapping your lips around his cock.
and miguel just fucking melts and whimpers and wail. he’s incredibly pretty under your hold; every ounce of tension leaving his body as he lets you take care of him. at first, he was worried about how loud he could get but now.. his brain was starting to get foggy in the special way that drained him of all the care in the world.
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pixiexdusts-world · 9 months
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Incorrect quote
Y/n, pointing: May I sit there?
Hobie: That’s my lap
Y/n: That doesn’t answer my question, Hobie.
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demigoddessqueens · 1 year
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kissing headcanons
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Bit different from the original outline I have/had planned, but I figured this would be just as sweet
Tagging @rosesbyophelia
Kissing Namor would be like….
You feel every fiber of his being poured into his kisses.
Hot and passionate, memorizing even the tiniest curve of your lips
It’s irresistible, tempting but all-consuming
You can feel his arms and hands wrap around you, pulling you close as if the ocean would sweep you away.
He’s told you why he’s called “Namor” yet you feel all that love pouring over you like lava. Washing away the fears and doubts from each other.
What spurs you on even more are the moans that you hear.
It’s deep, imploring and you crave to hear them even more. Your desire him and everything offered
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rhythmstars · 10 months
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Hello!! Just saw that you were writing for Pavitr- and thought I could submit this idea:) soo, I was thinking an Pavitr x reader where some villian finds out that spider man is dating the reader and uses that against him by kidnapping the reader? And Pavitr is just kinda freaking out and Gwen or someone has to calm him down before they go and save reader? Just thought it was an interesting idea and it's fine if you don't want to do it:) remember to take care of yourself and all that stuff<3
A/n: omg i live for hurt comfort!! Also, thank you so much for being so sweet! take care of yourself as well, drink some water!! and thank you for requesting!! <3
i tried my best to write this, i hope you enjoy, I'm sorry for any mistakes or if it didn't turn out the way you wanted it to :)
Warnings: minor? gore, panic, crying, hurt (with comfort fellas!), Pavitr being ANGRY, and bad writing.
this is my first fic on Tumblr so pls let me know if you like it and if there are any mistakes :))
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Pavitr Prabhakar x GN! Reader
It was five hours ago when Pavitr received a text from his partner asking him if he is free for the day.
Five hours ago when he replied with a 'sorry but i have a meeting with the others today, maybe next time? will make it up to you i promise <3'
Four hours ago when he got a text from them reassuring him that it's alright and that they can always plan something for some other day, and asking him not to blame himself for this.
Three hours ago, before he got a text from them telling him that they have a sudden change in schedule and that they'll be attending their piano lessons today. A message with the last line being 'don't forget how much I love you, Pav. <3'
It was two hours ago when he got out of the meeting and tried calling his s/o to talk with them about their day and his. Two hours ago when they didn't pick up his first and his fifth call.
It was one hour ago when he asked Gwen and Hobie to help him find his s/o because he was freaking out.
And, it was exactly 30 minutes ago when Miguel called him to the office and told him that his beloved had been walking home from school when they got abducted by some unknown people. When he felt like the world has stopped.
It was exactly now that he was panicking and pacing around the room with uneven breathing.
"Pav, you need to calm down. They'll be fine." Gwen tried to reassure him because she felt like if she doesn't, then Pavitr won't ever stop. He didn't reply though, possibly not even heard what his friend had said. He kept murmuring about the possibilities he had flooding his mind.
Hobie sighed "This is no good mate. You gotta stop pacin' and think for a moment." He tried to talk to him but was met with silence once more. Frustrated with his best friend's antics, he walked towards Pavitr and puts a hand on his shoulder making him still. "Oi! can you stop pacin' around and think calmly for a moment?" he said in a sharp tone.
What he didn't expect was a distraught looking Pavitr looking at him helplessly with tears in his eyes. "Pav..." Gwen was shocked to see him like this as well. A guy like him never liked crying in front of others or talking about his problems, so seeing him like this really hurt them.
"Calmly?" Pavitr spoke in an annoyed tone. "I CAN'T BE CALM! MY S/O IS KIDNAPPED BECAUSE OF ME! AND I'M SITTING HERE NOT BEING ABLE TO DO *ANYTHING* BECAUSE MIGUEL HAS TOLD US TO SIT AROUND TILL HE PLAYS WITH HIS MACHINES IN THERE!"
Both of them looked at him shocked to their cores. They had never seen this guy so frustrated or angry. This cool and calm guy with a never ending playful persona.
He sighed. "I'm- I'm sorry I just-" he covered his face as he sat down on the stairs. "I- I don't know what to do...i don't know what is happening to them right now or if they're alright. I have no clue where they are and what those assholes are doing to them." He took in a deep breath. "I- You don't know I just- I don't want to think about this- what if, what if they're hurt? what if they're torturing them for being with me? they'll never tell my secrets, they'll rather die and it just, it scares the shit out of me guys i don't know what is going on. what if i never get to see them again? what if they leave me? what if- what if I-" His voice broke and he choked on a sob.
Gwen and Hobie looked down in guilt. They knew that this isn't easy for Pavitr. He truly loved Y/n.
Only a minute later, Peter came running out of the building. "Hey! We found 'em!" At his words, Pavitr got up with the speed of lightning and impatiently demanded the location.
"Where?"
Miguel walked beside Peter, "Do not act irrationally Pavitr, this is-"
"Where."
Miguel and Peter looked at him in shock. They had never seen him so angry. "The warehouse near the east coast in Mumbattan."
That's all he needed to hear before getting ready to take off. He had waited enough. One more second of delay and he'd lose himself. With impatient, trembling hands, he started using his watch for opening a portal back to his world.
To save his world.
"Pavitr!" He looked back at Miguel when he heard his voice, expecting a lecture on being rational and thinking calmly. But much to everyone's except Peter's surprise, Miguel said something nice. "Good luck."
Pavitr gave him a grateful nod and walked into the portal followed by Gwen and Hobie.
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The three of them stood on a tower standing a few meters away from the warehouse. Pavitr was growing impatient every second and both Gwen and Hobie could see it.
Gwen placed a hand on his shoulder gently speaking, "Hey, it's alright. We're here now right? They're gonna be alright." She gave him a small reassuring smile.
"Yeah mate really, let's just check before getting straight to them, eh?" Hobie gave him a grin.
Pavitr sighed and nodded. "Let's go." They swung by the warehouse and over, trying to search for men possibly on the lookout. When they found none, they landed on the roof of the warehouse. A skylight caught there attention as they walked towards it to look inside. Unfortunately for them, it was too dark.
Too dark for Pavitr's liking.
Suddenly, the door to the warehouse opened and a man dressed in a robe walked in. He had a suitcase in his hand. What the actual hell?
He placed his suitcase on a iron table nearby and walked towards....
Pavitr's eyes widened. There, in front of that man, laying on the cold hard ground, tied to a metal frame, was his beloved s/o. The light coming in from the opened door reflected their bruises and cuts. Pavitr's blood turned cold at the man's laughter.
"Look at you, young gorgeous. Not so gorgeous anymore with all those scars but-" he pulled out a pair of gloves and started putting it on. "Come on dear y/n. We both know he doesn't give a DAMN about you. Otherwise he'd be here by now."
Gwen places a hand on Pavitr's shoulder, trying to ground his racing heart. "He won't even LOOK at you with a face as bruised as this. Just, tell me already." his voice turned deadly serious as he kneeled in front of them, "how. do. i. defeat. him."
That's enough.
Pavitr broke through the glass of the skylight and landed behind the man making him turn away startled. Gwen and Hobie followed after him looking angry. But Pavitr wasn't angry, no.
He was FURIOUS.
He glared at the man with so much rage and hatred that even the creepy man felt a shiver run down his spine. "Hah! would you look at that!" The man clapped his hands. "so you DO care after all."
Pavitr rushed forward and punched the man straight in the jaw making him stumble. But he still laughed like a maniac. "Haha! Gosh! You have some strength in you young man!" Pavitr punched him again as Gwen rushed to y/n's side untying their hands and legs. Hobie took his chance and smashed a random discarded wine bottle he found lying somewhere on the man's arm making him yelp in agony.
"WHAT DID YOU DO!?" pavitr yelled. He held him by the collar of his shirt. "WHY DID YOU TAKE THEM!?" He punched him on the right cheek but he kept laughing. "HOW DARE YOU HURT THEM!" A punch on the left cheek and his laughing turned to choked coughs as he spat out blood on the floor. "HOW DARE YOU!" He yelled and kept punching him.
Gwen, y/n and Hobie watched him with wide eyes. They had never seen him so furious. So vengeful. Gwen looked at Hobie who stood behind Pavitr, giving a look. He nodded before walking forward and holding pavitr by his shoulders. "Hey. that's enough, mate."
But to their surprise, Pavitr pushed his hands away and kept punching the now unconscious man. Hobie frowned. "Pav. Let go man. that's enough." He didn't stop.
Y/n watched. This wasn't like him. He wasn't the sweet, charismatic boy who they knew. No, he was a furious and enraged superhuman who had forgotten about the boundaries of being the friendly neighborhood, Spider-Man.
"Pav..." They spoke weakly but loud enough for him to hear. He immediately stopped his movements and looked at them. They had tears in their eyes as They stared at him with fear. Afraid that he'll lose his humanity. He dropped his hands to the side, his blood and the man's blood mixed, dripping from his knuckles. He swiftly walked towards them and kneeled in front of them.
His eyes scanned their body lingering on every cut and bruise. Y/n slowly raised a hand to his cheek and it was enough to break him. He hid his face in the crook of their neck as the tears escaped his eyes.
Gwen and Hobie shared knowing looks and walked out with hobie carrying the unconscious man.
Pavitr hugged y/n and cried in their embrace. "Hey.... I'm okay... it's okay...Pav..." They whispered gently to him.
The hold on their body tightened as he cried. "I- i thought i- l-lost you.." Y/n felt a ache in their heart. He sounded so broken. "I was s-so scared."
It came as a surprise even to y/n. No matter how bad things got or how scared he'd get, Pavitr NEVER showed it on his face. He always kept a charming smile on his face and a few corny jokes up his sleeve to assess the situation. But seeing him break down like this only because of the fear that he'd lose them, it was overwhelming. It was heartwarming. It was endearing.
They took in a shakey breath and hugged him tighter. "Yeah...me too. But hey" they pulled a little back and looked at him in the eyes, "we're okay. you're here... I'm here...yeah?" a reassuring smile on their face, they tried their best to console his racing heart and shaking body.
"B-but y-you're hurt..." He looked down at their wounds but they held him by the chin and made him look at them.
"I'm alive." Their voice was firm and reassuring. "They....they may leave some scars but, nothing serious. I hope you don't mind a little ugliness, Spider boy." They smiled and joked but their voice held some sort of insecurity and fear in it. This didn't go unnoticed by Pavitr.
He always noticed.
He gently cupped their cheeks and looked softly at them. "You were, are, and always will be the most beautiful person to me. In every damn universe and in every damn reality. I will NEVER stop loving you y/n." His words made the tears in their eyes return as they smiled at him.
How can he be so brutally furious one moment and then so sweet and caring the other? 'This boy... he'd be the death of me.' Y/n thought as they looked at his miraculously perfect face.
Pavitr pulled them in for a kiss and they happily gave in hugging him close. When they pulled apart, Pavitr gave them a small smile.
"Now let's get you home." He gently picked them up in his arms and grinned at them.
" I'm pretty sure you missed your dashing boyfriend."
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hearts4court · 4 months
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i want them to eiffel tower me.
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god-complex-12 · 1 year
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Steven: I’m bouta turn my slut mode on.
Layla: Steven!
Y/N: Oh, don’t worry. His “slut mode” is him wearing a short sleeve shirt.
Steven: I’m cuffing the sleeves this time. It’s getting serious.
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bumblesimagines · 3 months
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i tried to keep feelings out of this. i really did.
that was the best night of my life.
- Bucky Barnes
that was the best night of my life.
i tried to keep feelings out of this. i really did.
Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs, GN!Reader
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The sizzling of bacon sounded throughout the room, filling the kitchen and living room with the mouth-watering smell of food. You carefully scooped a fried egg up from the pan and set it down on one of the plates before reaching over with your free hand to turn the radio dial. Jazz music flowed from the radio and covered the sound of cooking, as well as the creak of your bedroom door opening and closing. 
"Smells good." A voice rumbled and cold metal grazed your forearm, delicately as always. A smile formed on your lips and you switched the stove off, sliding the last strips of bacon onto the plate before turning around and gazing into warm blue eyes. A sweet smile stretched out on his face, faintly nervous and shy. You'd been the first person he'd gotten with in many years, or so he'd told you that night before. He spoke briefly of his time in the military and how it'd affected him, and when a pained look passed over his features, you opted to change the topic and relieve him of those memories.
"Only the best for my favorite neighbor." You cooed and slipped your arms around his broad shoulders. His own muscular arms wrapped loosely around your waist and his eyes glittered with amusement. 
James Barnes, or Bucky as he preferred to be called, had been the most recent addition to your apartment complex. He'd moved months prior into the apartment just three doors down, and boy had he been a sight for sore eyes. As much as you loved your elderly neighbors with their endless supply of stories and gossip, a younger and much fresher face had been exactly what you needed to see when coming home from long work days.
You didn't see much of him the first couple of weeks, only hearing the muffled sound of his footsteps leading up to his apartment until you ran into him in the hallway one day while trying to haul one too many grocery bags up the stairs. He'd regarded you with a stiff nod and eyed the grocery bags digging into your arms before asking if you needed any help and easily taking all the bags into his hands without even straining a muscle. 
From then on, you bumped into him more frequently, almost as if he lingered near the entrance of the complex or by the stairs in hopes of catching you. The first few days he'd been quiet, keeping his typically quick pace down and only sneaking minimum glances in your direction. On the fourth day, you began telling him about your day, about customers and coworkers, and any piece of work gossip that seemed worth sharing with the brooding man. By the sixth day, he started commenting, making jokes, and sharing his opinion on the drama you shared. 
A friendship blossomed fairly quickly, and the day he smiled and laughed for the first time had been all you could think about the following week. You grew to learn there was a sassy sweetheart underneath his serious and stern exterior, and that his laugh sounded like a kid experiencing joy for the first time. He enjoyed making himself useful whether it was tagging along on grocery trips, becoming your handyman when something went wrong in the apartment, or simply keeping you entertained with all the facts he happened to know about the 1900s. Sometimes it almost felt as if he'd been alive during those times with how he spoke of stories he claimed to have heard from an old friend named Steve.
"I had a good time," Bucky murmured and bumped his nose against yours sweetly, eyes crinkling when his smile widened. "That was the best night of my life."
"Oh, please," You scoffed, feeling your cheeks light ablaze at his genuine words and trying to turn away but his arms pulled you back into his chest. A laugh rumbled in his chest and he pushed his face into your neck, the stubble on his cheeks rubbing lightly against your skin as he peppered you with soft kisses. His hold on you tightened briefly and when he took in a deep breath as he leaned back, your bashfulness faded into concern. His hands moved to cup your hips and his gaze flickered around the tiled floor before lifting to make eye contact. The tips of his ears turned a soft pink but the expression on his face remained unreadable.
"I.. I tried to keep feelings out of this. I really did. I'm not the ideal partner and I'm still working on some things but... I was wondering if you'd like to go on a date with me sometime?"
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hunterbunter3000 · 1 year
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Teen!Y/n : You did a really good job/pos!
Bucky :
Bucky : Why the hell did you spell that out loud
Bucky : And did you just call me a piece of shit--
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s0ulsniper · 1 year
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Avengers + more reacting to their s/o wearing a suit.
Warnings: None, just fluff and maybe suggestive content if that's offensive.
Included: Bucky, Tony, Bruce, Steve, Wanda, Pietro, Natasha, Peter, Sam, Loki, Thor, Clint.
Word count: 1.6k+
Summary: The avengers + others reaction to you wearing a suit. I added somewhat of a plot to each one.
This idea I got from @lavenderacademia in their recent post. Go check it out !! <3
Use of feminine nicknames but it is all gender neutral!!
Also, if you want me to add anymore people please comment or DM me. I added as many people as I thought of at the moment, I've thought of adding Carol and Rhodey.
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Bucky:
– Even though you were telling him you were planning on wearing a suit to Starks party for the past week, nothing could prepare him for ACTUALLY seeing you.
– He knocks on your door, he's already ready.
– You yell back "one second !" and he patiently waits while you finish up your attire.
– After a minute he hears you tell to come in.
– He softly opens the door and tracks around the room until he finds your figure standing in front of the mirror fixing the final touches.
– He totally did not stare for the longest, frozen in place.
– "Buck, what's wrong?" 
– That snaps him back to reality and he quickly apologizes.
– You definitely laugh at him.
– He's just very proud to have you as his date.
– Wolf whistles when both of you walk in.
– He has the biggest smile on his face.
– Proud Sam and Steve.
– He would never hear the end of the stories you told about him when he first saw you.
– Overall just silently flustered.
Steve:
– you both always get ready together, so while he got ready you went in the bathroom quickly to throw your outfit on.
– Once you were done you walked out of the bathroom and he smiled so quickly, wasting no time in showering you with millions of compliments.
– "You look so gorgeous."
– "I'm so lucky to have you."
– Would not stop.
– Even days after, he would still compliment you about it.
– Wherever you guys were going he made sure to always have an arm around your waist, or holding your hand.
– Made sure to buy you flowers and your favorite drink.
Tony:
– Obviously, you were the first to hear about when Tony was hosting a party, so you already had what you were gonna wear in time.
– He asked F.R.I.D.A.Y. to send a message to you asking if you were ready. 
– The message played over the speaker and you sent one back telling him to meet you in the living room on your floor.
– Whenever he got down to the living room and saw you sitting on the couch he immediately started smirking.
– Definitely snuck up on you trying to scare you, but gets mad when you throw something at him.
– Compliments, compliments, compliments.
– Throughout the whole night, the majority of them were wholesome but there was always a comment here and there that was definitely suggestive.
– Bragged on you to everyone for weeks.
Natasha:
– You always end up planning date nights since she is always caught up in work.
– You made sure to plan it when she wasn't busy and surprised her with flowers and a ride to both of yours favorite restaurant.
– When you knocked on her door and texted her you were outside she confusedly hurried to the door.
– But of course, her suspicions were true when she opened it to see you holding flowers, and dressed in a suit.
– She was definitely smirking the entire time you were explaining what you planned.
–Could not keep her hands off of you, but obviously liked the privacy more.
– She loved everything you did for her of course, but couldn't wait for the both of you to get home.
Bruce:
– There was a grand opening of a new restaurant near the compound and you two planned to go on opening night, you had already got the reservation.
– Even though you both hated going in crowded areas, just the general public, Tony had convinced you both it would be fun.
– You were getting ready at your friend's house, when he texted you telling you he was on his way to pick you up.
– You finished up and packed all your stuff up from the visit and talked with your friend until you heard a knock on the door.
– You heard your phone ping and you said your goodbyes to your friend.
– "Good luck y/n, have a good date!"
– "Thanks f/n, see ya!"
– He saw the door open and saw you and his knees almost gave out.
– Bro was immediately put on life support.
– Would not stop complimenting you, even though half the time he was just mumbling and stuttering, you knew what he meant.
– He was red the whole dinner, and that definitely didn't help already being nervous.
-You guys ended up leaving early to go home and cuddle up to watch a movie.
– cannot get the image of you in a suit out of his head for weeks.
Thor:
– You two have been visiting Asgard for about a week when Thor asked you to join him at an Asgardian party being hosted by him.
– you had a while to get ready and choose to wear an Asgardian suit that Loki suggested oddly enough.
– Even though they don't always get along, you trust that Loki knows Thor enough to suggest wearing it.
– Well, it was a beautiful outfit so really who wouldn't love it?
– You hear Thor's boasting voice from down the hallway and smile walking out the door.
– You have never seen him smile so brightly.
– He was so proud.
– He would be bragging and yelling while having you pulled close beside him.
– "THIS IS LADY/SIR Y/N, AREN'T THEY AMAZING?!"
-Compliments you loudly the whole time.
– Can't wait to get you alone. 
Clint:
– you know he has to make an appearance to all Tony's parties.
– Obviously, even though you were already going, he made a grand gesture of asking you to go with him.
– He knew that you were so excited because you bought a new suit and he was so eager to see you in it.
– You knocked on his door ready to go down since the party started around 20 minutes ago.
– You guys always made a grand late appearance, stayed till the after party then disappeared in the middle of it.
–I'll let you guess what you guys do when you disappear.
– He opens the door and pulls you into his arms softly dancing around the hallway.
– You guys laugh for the longest and he twirls you around like a princess.
– After a while you guys walk down hand in hand ready to absolutely destroy everyone on the dance floor.
– Needless to say, he is so thankful to have you by his side. 
Loki: 
– Let's just say he was the one who asked you to wear a suit.
– Of course it was an Asgardian dark green, black, and gold suit.
– Even though you guys were just going out to fuck around with people and grab food you both love fashion and overdressing for everything. 
– When he saw you walk out of the bedroom while he was waiting in the kitchen for you to finish.
– He definitely considered kneeling for you.
– "Even though it takes decades for you to get ready, it's definitely worth it to see you in your glory darling."
– Compliments in the most random of times.
– Holds your hand almost the whole time so everyone knows you're his.
– Just makes him think about how much he loves you and how excited he is to spend his life with you. 
– Suggests everyday for at least a week that you should wear it again.
Wanda:
–Tries to mentally prepare herself.
– While you're getting ready she tries to peak so many times.
– silently sits on the edge of the bed tapping her foot on the floor impatiently.
– When she first sees you, you can't see a change in her face but inside she's contemplating risking it all.
– You have to remind her to breathe.
– She's definitely thinking about some stuff the whole time.
– probably reads people's minds around you guys to make sure no one thinks about taking you.
– prepares to fight anyone that comes in a 20 foot distance 
– tells you how beautiful you are 100 million times.
– She has never felt so lucky.
Peter:
– It was the night of prom and you had just finished getting ready.
– He really wanted to see what you were wearing because a couple weeks before you asked what color his tux was.
– He knocked on your door, your parents telling him that you were upstairs.
– you hear him faintly call your name from the hallway and you tell him to come in.
– He walks in and immediately starts lagging.
– "I- wow. Wow you look wow. You look amazing y/n"
– red as you've ever seen him.
– won't stop telling you how much he loves you and how amazing you look.
– won't let you out of his sight.
– Tony and Bruce will be hearing about it for years.
Sam:
– You were going with him to a party for a mission that Fury assigned to you.
– you gave the idea to match with him.
– "We're matching suits. Whether you want to or not."
– complains, but deep down is so excited.
– Bucky will definitely be stuck looking for suits with you online.
– You make him get out of the room and sit in the living room so you can do a grand reveal.
– you play music from a speaker and walk out.
– He's laughing but he's also blowing up.
– Full breakdown on the inside.
– Bucky just smiles seeing you guys act so stupid.
– will aggressively compliment you and find a time to dance with you when you finish the mission. 
Pietro:
– While you're getting ready he will probably try to secretly peak with his speed.
– although it's not easy to hide when you feel a gush of wind hit you when your fan is off and the window is closed.
– "PIETRO STOP PEAKING !!"
-"...sorry" you hear yelled back in the quietest yell you've ever heard.
– impatiently runs around the city.
– You yell to him that you're done and in an instant you have him in front of you pulled close with his hands around your waist.
– "You look ravishing, princessa.'
– Glares at anyone who even glances at you.
– "Why are they staring?" in the most puppy dog voice you've ever heard.
– "They're staring at you piet."
– Won't let go of your hand or arm.
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chocourse · 2 months
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➳ dude
➶ peter parker x gn!reader ���˚ °
-ˏ` ✎﹏ Peter's head is spinning with love. He asks you for advice on how to seduce his dream partner. What's so wrong with calling him "dude"?
➴ genre: f2l, fluff
: ̗̀➛ warnings: sfw, kissing
⌨ :: 0.9K words ♡ ︵ . .
⁀➷ special thanks to @honeytwo for helping me translate this into english, correcting my grammar and other mistakes. thank you for everything! °♡̷•.
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“Uhm... What is the ideal confession for you?”
Peter is caught between uncertainty, curiosity and something akin to anxiety when you look up at him in puzzled surprise. You can't say you're shocked, subconsciously you expected something like this: just the two of you, no Ned or anyone else, ordering from your favourite restaurant, and for the past half hour the boy has been talking non-stop, all his attention focused on you. He's prepped you on the subject.
“Hmm.” You push the food carton away from you slightly - the smell of fresh food wafts out of it and mingles with the rising tension in the air. The smile that moves to the edge of your lips wants to gauge the reason for the question, its true meaning and possible implications. “So you want to give that mysterious person an unrequited offer through my advice?”
“Come on!", Peter laughs awkwardly and scratches the back of his head.
He is wearing a plain white T-shirt, his teeth shine in this colour, and his honey-brown biceps tighten in the movement, the dark colour of the LED making them look blue. You blink too fast, your heart skips a beat, but that frozen, almost ridiculously half-smile is just as stiff.
No sincere mirth, just self-serving anguish: if Peter wants that mystery person, you hardly stand a chance against them. Admirably amiable on your information, the boy fell head over heels in crush.
“I-I'm just interested! That's all.”
“Then why were you so anxious about it? Take a deep breath, you're going white, dude!”
“Ugh, you're doing it again.” He furrows his brows, shakes his head a little as if he doesn't believe his ears and snaps out of the playful teasing he's been getting.
“Doing what?”
“Calling me dude. You’re defensive.”
You shrug.
“I’m just being honest. We’re dudes, right?”
You reach for the food again, don't look up, Peter's scrutiny is obvious enough. But there's no secrets you're sharing with him right now. He doesn't need to know why you've been treating him so differently lately, nor how much self-control you actually need to shut him out and pretend when you most want to-
You'd love to receive a simple, spontaneous 'I love you' from him anywhere, anytime, nothing fancy, cheesy, expensive, no flowers, no heart-shaped bonbons, no big teddy bear. Just a smile, a loving look, a hug, maybe an innocent kiss. But it would really depend on Peter.
You also depend on Peter.
“Sure- Yeah, we're dudes.” Peter nods surrealistically. His smile is now strangely grimacing. He dips his hand into his own box and pulls out a piece of spicy chicken, but only holds it thoughtfully, not biting into it. “But still... What would be the ideal confession for you?”
“Why does it matter, Peter? It depends on the person: my tastes and your mysterious person cannot coincide.”
“What makes you so sure?” The boy puts the meat back. He sweeps the crumbs off his hands.
“Because I'm not your type, Peter.” You look up, you realize too late, and those words slip out of your mouth. Your eyes meet over the cartons, and the LED light feels like ice cold. Then it thaws, casts a doubtful glow, and the contact between you is broken. You both wake up.
“What makes you so sure?” This time, the boy inquires quietly, bordering on whispering and mumbling, his fingers picking at the patterned paper, his head resting on his knees.
“Because I'm not the-” You begin your incredulous, disappointed, slightly mocking sentence as the information settles in, and you cling with widened eyes to the strangely hopeful idea that spreads through you with such a benign tenderness. It even spurs your heart to beat faster.
“The mysterious person?” Peter smiles wistfully, overcoming his shyness. “I love your smile and your laugh. The meticulous attention you pay to your hobbies. Actually, I like a lot of things about you.” He laughs. “Well, everything. You're not so mysterious, are you?”
“You've answered all your questions, Peter Parker.” You blush and rub your tingling wrist, then smile. “This is the ideal confession. At least for me.”
“Then…” Peter swallows hastily. He doesn't quite believe what has just happened, he's still in a mild state of shock.
“Then?”
The blue of the LED becomes hotter than the red flames. The consciousness of realization merges with repressed desire, and you experience this process in each other's softened gaze.
“Will you date me?”
“Oh-” You stand up excitedly, walk around the low table, and then plop down on Peter's lap, who holds you by the waist, confused and startled. “I promise I’ll never call you dude again.”
Peter breathes with his mouth open, his breath caressing your skin sensuously. Eventually, he tires of the longing eye contact, his focus always finding those sweet-looking lips.
“Can I kiss you?” he asks longingly.
“Yes…” Not dude, not dude, not dude. “Love.”
Peter does what you've both dreamed of doing until now: he kisses his best friend, you.
Once he experiences your taste, your softness and your ever-increasing willingness, he can't stop at just one short kiss. As you grip his shoulders, Peter sinks into the kiss, delighted to find that this frenzied fulfillment is a mutual sensation of excitement for both of you.
After all, you were dudes a moment ago: now it's Peter Parker and his mysterious person who have found each other.
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jacelion · 10 months
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Y/N and America are covered in cheese and sauce.
Strange: So, what happened?
America: I portaled us to a pizza dimension.
Y/N: The people were made of pizza. America had the bright idea to bite someone.
America: Well, they tasted delicious.
Y/N: So, you're telling me if I was made of pizza, you'd eat me.
America:... yes.
Y/N: Oh, come on! Anyway, we had to fight our way back to this dimension.
America lifts Y/N's arm and nibbles. You give her an exasperated look.
Y/N: You're a menace. You know that right.
America: That's why you keep me around.
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Are you gonna make a part 2 for Moon Dad meets y/n? I would like to see Marc's first meet up.
Moon dad's part 2.
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Summary: what it's like living with Steven and Marc as your father figure<3
It has been a month since you moved in with Steven. By now you had been introduced to Marc and had gotten an explanation on who Khonshu is. Marc had immediately grown a soft spot for you.
It was nice being around someone who accepted you and could relate to you.
They had treated you like you were their own child and you were forever thankful. Even Khonshu had a soft spot towards you. Although he often gave you bad and dangerous advice so Marc told you to ignore him.
They knew he wouldn't let anything happen to you, so they didn't mind if you spent time with Khonshu as long as you weren't doing anything dangerous.
You finish the chapter of the book Steven had given you before placing in the bookmark and standing up.
You walked into the kitchen where Steven was preparing breakfast and asked; "do you need any help?". He smiled at you before shaking his head no and responding; "I'm almost done, love. How about you go sit at the table?"
You nod and he smiles lovingly at you. You go to the table and sit down in your favorite spot. It was facing the window so you could look out as you eat.
Khonshu appears and you casually look up at him. The first few times it was scary, but by now you enjoyed his presence.
"What are you doing?" He questions you as you stare out the window. You roll your eyes at his nosiness and respond; "I'm just watching people. Dad's almost done making breakfast..."
"Dad?" He asks. You cringe at the realization and try to play it off. "Dad? I said Steven..." Khonshu lets out a sound that almost sounds like a laugh before disappearing again.
Steven walks up with a plate of breakfast prepared for you. You smile as you grab your fork and taste the food.
He laughs as he looks at your exited face. You loved when Steven and Marc spent time with you and it made them feel bad for you.
It broke Marc's heart to see how happy little things meant to you. It made him overthink a lot about your childhood and made him hate your parents even more.
Steven sat in the seat across from you and started eating his own food. When you finished eating Steven said you could go to your room or watch TV but you responded that you'd rather stay there.
When he finished eating he told you that; "I have something planned. I was hoping that the we could go to the book store today. I just finished my book and it looks like your almost done with yours".
Your face becomes happier and you nod. He leaves the table to go get everything he needs and then goes to put his shoes on.
You quickly tie your shoes before standing up and walking to the door. "Hurry up!" You complain as Steven lets out a small laugh. He finishes putting on his shoes and opens the front door.
He holds your hand as the two of you walk around the large town. When you arrive at the library, Steven lets you look around while he picks out a book for himself.
By the end of the day you and Steven are both satisfied and spend the afternoon reading together. Marc fronts and the two of you lay down on the couch and watch television together until you fell asleep.
Marc carries you back to your bed and tucks you in before leaving a kiss on your forehead. He grabs your favorite stuffed animal which had fallen onto the floor and lays it down next to you.
He leaves the room and quietly closes the door before going to help Khonshu as moon knight.
A/N: should I do a part 3 where YN meets Jake? And maybe YN gets adopted? If you all have any other ideas, lmk ����🥰🫶
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pixiexdusts-world · 8 months
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Tony: Y/n... How do I begin to explain Y/n?
Bucky: Y/n is flawless.
Natasha: I hear their hair's insured for $10,000.
Steve: I hear they do car commercials... in Japan.
Peter: One time they punched me in the face... it was awesome.
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demigoddessqueens · 1 year
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sun and moon
AND THE FIVE TIMES HE WANTED TO KISS YOU
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Summary - a lonely soul realizes what he has been longing for when you cross paths by chance.
found on masterlist V // also here on ao3
He had seen you flittering around in the early gleams of dawn. Were you a spy his people had warned him of or some arrogant intruder? Namor figured to get answers for himself. He laid in waiting one night before you passed by. As soon as you did, the king of Talokan sprinted after you
You were….glowing. Essence of light radiating off your skin and hair, eyes luminous in the night. He held you by the waist but couldn’t stop staring in the gleaming light, caught in surprise at the revelation. Not a human, but something and someone entirely different. When he asked for your name, he wanted to hear it again.
“I’m…I’m y/n, patron to the Sun.”
“I’m Namor.”
The first time Namor wanted to kiss you was when you crossed paths again after that fateful night. You had gathered on the shores of the beach, dawn fast approaching with her rays. It looked as if you were in worship to your patron, thanking for the gifts and abilities you wielded. Seeing as it was a more intimate moment than most, he left you for now but remembered what flowers you wore in your hair.
The second time he wanted to kiss you was when you showed each other the worlds you came from. Flying with him put your nerves on edge at first since you weren’t used to it, but that all melted away when you showed him the temples and shrines you frequented. Namor couldn’t tear his gaze away when the excitement grew in your eyes. It was almost irresistible when you toured Talokan with him.
The third time Namor wanted to kiss you was out of desperation. Yes, he knew you were an ally to Bast and her children. But did you care for him? Was he too late in revealing any feelings to you? “If you do this, I cannot guarantee—I insist that you stay behind and—.”
“I cannot abandon them, Namor. I—care for you, but I can’t—.”
He was turned away from you when you heard the sad sigh. “I know.”
The fourth time he imagined kissing you was after the battle between his people and the Wakandans. You never looked more ethereal in armor, and he didn’t have a care in the world if he were to just kiss you now. Let them all see!
By the fifth time, Namor thought a centuries-long courtship was out of his grasp. You had been a friend, confidant, and an adversary. On that last note, he thought it hopeless of any chance to pursue you, but he was proven otherwise when you appeared back on the shores. The same ones he first met you on, and with an inviting smile.
“I thought you never wanted to be near here again…”
Your strides forward were in confidence as you kept the iron gaze. As soon as you reached him, trembling hands cupped his face as his enveloped yours.
“I couldn’t stay away even if I tried.”
You inched closer to his lips before he pulled you in. Like waves crashing on rocks, you melted into Namor’s arms as fingers wove through his soft dark hair.
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ynscrazylife · 1 year
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Jessss can I pls request a sort of angst fic but like one of the ‘how the avengers would react to...” lists with it being R being like a young avenger but like they get affected by some kinda chemical or weapon or something on a mission and is really sick and no one knows how they can help them bc it’s like alien tech or something that did it? I just think it’d hit a spot in my heart rn and there’s never anyone better to ask than youuuuuu bc you literally know the character’s so well everything always hits lmao
Sick Days 
Summary: The Avengers get worried after you get mysteriously sick from alien tech.
Author: You said a fic but you also said a “How the Avengers would react to” list so I wasn’t sure what to write, so I went with a fic. If this is not what you wanted, please let me know!
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Being an Inhuman has never really been a problem for you before. It gave you some pretty cool powers and allowed you to join the Avengers team during the five year blip. S.W.O.R.D. had gotten word of when you accidentally activated your powers and, since they were still dealing with half of their agency being dusted, asked Natasha Romanoff if she could take the lead on this one and check it out. She found you, a young teenager at the time, frightened and confused. After realizing that you were an Inhuman, with Captain Marvel’s help, she explained to you what happened. It turned out - you had nowhere else to go, so Natasha ended up taking you in. She had a soft spot for you.
Long story short, once you got a little bit older, Natasha began training you in combat and allowed you to join the team. Once the blip was over and everyone returned, you met the others and were officially declared an Avenger. Despite being the only not-fully-human-person on the team (Thor had gone to the Guardians), you fit in perfectly. Everything was going smoothly.
That was . . . Until patrol one day. Where things took a turn.
“Hey, Y/N?”
You had been patrolling the streets of New York City for a little while now when the voice of Natasha chirped in your ear. Excited, you said, “Hey! Can I finish patrol early? There’s nothing really going on.” As much as you loved patrol, wintertime was nearing and you couldn’t exactly wear a coat with your suit, so you were getting rather cold.
Instead of a positive answer like you had hoped, Natasha chuckled. “Not just yet, kid. We actually just got a tip off from the NYPD. A break-in was reported at a nearby storage unit and none of their patrol cars are close. You’re actually the closest to the situation, it’s only two blocks away. Think you can check it out?” She asked.
Your desire for warmth was overshadowed by your curiosity and more-pressing desire to actually do something. “Who would break into a storage unit?” You asked, confused.
“That’s what you’re about to figure out. It’s two blocks to the east,” Natasha said.
“Alright. I’ll see you afterwards, then,” you replied.
With that, you turned to your right and began walking. Unfortunately, being Inhuman did not grant you super-speed powers. Instead, you had light powers.
You got there in no time. On the outside, everything looked fine. If you were just walking down the street and passing by (which a couple of people were), you wouldn’t have thought anything of it. But you were no ordinary civilian. You managed to sneak inside and used your light powers to make yourself invisible. It was a large floor, with lots of storage units, but it was also quiet, so you took your time inspecting each and everyone.
Reaching the other side of the floor, you were about to report that it must have been a false alarm or something as you couldn’t find anything, when you rounded the corner only to spot a masked man lurking around an open storage unit. Spotting the broken lock on the floor, you knew that this had to be your guy.
Still invisible, you quietly sneaked up beside him, preparing yourself to show yourself and give the guy a chance to surrender, but wanting to stop him from being able to escape, too. Just as you inched close so you were right behind him, the man suddenly turned around and blasted you with the weapon he was holding.
This took you completely by surprise - there was no way for him to have known that you were there! You were flung into the air and hit the wall of another storage unit, before falling to the floor. “Hey!” You yelled as your invisibility disappeared and you struggled to sit up. The wind had been knocked out of you and your head was throbbing, but if there was anything to know about you, it was that you were relentless.
The guy broke off into a run, leaving the rest of the storage unit behind. You stumbled to your feet, trying to follow him, when a combined wave of dizziness and nausea pushed you against the wall. Your vision swarmed and your arms wrapped around your stomach, as you suddenly felt horrible. More sick than you had ever been in your life.
Whatever that guy had blasted you with - it had done something. Something bad.
As much as you tried to fight it, your body sank until you were curled up on the ground. Beads of sweat laced your forehead but you shivered at the same time. You had just the amount of strength to be able to press on your comms. “I need help,” you said, but it came out as a croak. “The guy surprised me. Blasted me with something. Please-”
You weren’t able to get anything else out as you fainted, your body succumbing to the attack of exhaustion, pain, and sickness.
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When Natasha heard your plea, the feeling of panic crashed into her. “Y/N?” She said when you stopped talking, already typing away at her computer to track your location. When she only heard static, she pursed her lips, frustrated. “Y/N, c’mon!”
“What’s going on?” Clint asked, poking his head into the living room as he had been walking by.
After finding your location and reading your stats provided by your suit, Natasha glanced up at Clint. Despite the hardened, blank look on her face, Clint could tell she was worried by the way she pinched her eyebrows and the frown tugging her lips down. He patiently waited for her to answer, his face growing solemn and more serious.
“Something happened to Y/N on patrol. You need to gather the team. I’m going to go get them,” Natasha said, rising from her seat and going to leave without another word.
As she passed him, Clint gently grabbed her arm. “I’m sure no matter what happened, the kid will be okay,” he said, wanting to provide some comfort. He shared her worry - heck, everyone would, they all adored you - but was able to be more calm about it. A skill he had developed as a dad to four children.
Natasha forced a smile. “I hope so,” she said, and gave her best friend’s hand a small squeeze before leaving to suit up. She couldn’t afford to waste any time.
When she left, Clint had F.R.I.D.A.Y call the team down to the living room. It took a couple minutes, as they were all in various parts of the building, but eventually everyone was gathered. Clint refused to tell anyone the purpose of this impromptu meeting until everyone was there, which was a little frustrating for people.
(People as in Tony)
“Will you just tell us already, Legolas?!” The billionaire exclaimed, as he and the others stood watching Clint pace back and forth, occasionally checking his phone in case Natasha had texted any update.
Finally, seeing Wanda and Vision walk in, who were the last to arrive, the archer explained. Shooting Tony a glare, he said, “Something happened to Y/N on patrol,” he repeated the words Natasha told him. “We’re not sure what, but Nat’s going to find out.”
Everyone’s faces softened. “Something happened? Like an injury?” Wanda inquired, frowning.
Clint glanced over at Natasha’s computer, which still displayed your stats. “Maybe . . .” he trailed off, his eyes catching something on the screen. “Wait - it looks like they’re sick or something. See? Y/N has a high fever.” The rest crowded around him.
As they all watched the screen, Bruce said, “I’ll go get the medical bay set up. Dr. Cho should still be here,” before briskly exiting the room.
“Y/N displayed no signs of illness this morning. In fact, they seemed to be quite well and excited for patrol,” Vision noted.
“They did say they were blasted with something,” Clint murmured, trying to connect the dots.
His phone’s ringtone interrupted the team and Clint scrambled to answer the call. Seeing that it was Natasha, he put it on speakerphone for everyone to hear.
“Y/N’s sick. It’s bad. They’ve already thrown up on our way back and I’m carrying them,” Natasha rushed out almost as soon as Clint accepted the call. They could all hear her controlled breaths as she was walking as quickly as she could.
“Bruce has gone to get med set up for when you arrive,” Steve said.
Remembering how you sounded on comms, Clint asked, “Is Y/N conscious?”
“They’ve been slipping in and out for now. They were passed out when I found them,” Natasha answered.
The team exchanged looks of worry. “Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out,” Tony tried to answer confidently, but his concern overshadowed his tone a bit.
Minutes later Natasha had burst into the tower, you still in her arms. She made a beeline for medical and the rest of the team were hot on her heels. As Natasha had said, you were definitely awake, but unaware of your surroundings nor the state you were in. You were still sweating and shivering profusely and would occasionally mumble something incomprehensible or let out small whines of pain. It broke everyone’s hearts to see you like this - if not for the pressing danger, they weren’t sure they could stand it.
Once at medical, Natasha gently laid you down on a bed where Dr. Cho quickly got to work. The Avengers were allowed to stay in the room (they surely would have put up a fit if not), but needed to stay back so Dr. Cho could work. They all watched as she hooked you up to monitors and assessed you. 
“Y/N’s defiantly gotten very sick quite quickly,” Dr. Cho confirmed as she worked. 
“It must be that damn blast,” Natasha muttered. “We need to figure out what that was.”
“I can get the storage unit’s company to send us the security cam footage,” Tony offered, but didn’t wait for a response before dashing out. 
“Can someone get some cool compresses? We need to bring their temperature down, it’s dangerously high,” Dr. Cho requested as she set up an IV. 
Sam and Wanda immediately complied, rushing to get the compresses. They returned and draped them on your forehead, neck, arms, anywhere they could. Up close, they could see how pale and fragile you really were, eyes half-closed. It was scary. 
“I’ve given them an IV with fluids and medicine,” Dr. Cho said, letting out a huff. “That and cool compresses is all we can really do for now except to continue monitoring them.” With a gesture of her hand, the Avengers all flocked around you, drawing up chairs to sit. No one wanted to leave your side. “Let me know if their condition changes.” Dr. Cho smiled sweetly at them before leaving and letting them have some privacy. 
No one said anything for a little while, stewing in their concern as they watched you. You had fallen asleep, but it didn’t seem restful, with your pinched eyebrows and scrunched up nose. Wanda continued to dab your forehead with the compass while Steve and Sam would occasionally go to get more. 
After some time, you woke up a bit and let out a whine. “What is it, hon?” Wanda asked softly.
“It’s cold . . . Can I have a blanket?” you croaked, voice hoarse. You squirmed a bit, pouting. 
“I’m sorry, darling, you can’t. We need to get your fever down,” Natasha explained. 
Tears at how awful you felt came to your eyes. You curled up on the bed. “Please . . .” you said. 
This shattered everyone. Natasha frowned, gently petting your hair. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered. 
You moaned before letting out a few coughs that shook your entire body. Clint went to grab you a glass of water while Steve glanced at the clock. “Shouldn’t the IV and meds have kicked in by now?” He whispered. 
Clint helped you drink some small sips of the water while Vision answered, “yes, it should’ve.” 
Everyone looked around. “I’ll get Dr. Cho,” Sam decided, keeping his voice low so as to not disturb you. 
A couple minutes later, he came back with the doctor in tow. You were still curled up, looking miserable. “Hi, Y/N,” Dr. Cho said. “How are you feeling?” She was pretty sure she knew the answer, but still wanted to ask. 
“Hot and cold at the same time . . . My head, throat, and stomach hurts,” you said, voice so small that the others had to strain to understand you. 
Dr. Cho nodded and looked over the monitors, frowning. “The meds should have kicked in by now,” she muttered. 
Everyone felt defeated and even more worried. What the hell had you been blasted with?! 
“Maybe a bath might help? My mom always had us take warm baths when Pietro or I got sick,” Wanda suggested. 
The rest nodded. At least it was something. “You feeling up for that?” Natasha cooed, seeing how tired you were. 
“I want to try,” you mumbled, trying to sit up. 
Natasha and Wanda helped you. They wrapped wrapped one of your arms around them and one of their arms around you, half-carrying, half-leading you to the bathroom. Clint followed behind to be able to open the door. 
You leaned against the wall, supported by Natasha, while Wanda started the bath and Clint returned to the rest. The redhead had to keep you from dozing off a few times which worried her a bit about leaving you alone. When the bath was ready, Natasha said, “We’ll check on you every ten minutes or so, okay?” 
You nodded, although it was a small nod so as to not aggravate your headache. Wanda and Natasha then left you alone, walking back to the medical bay. When they returned, they saw that Tony had come back, too. 
“Did you find anything?” Natasha asked anxiously as she and Wanda resumed their seats.
“There was nothing much the footage could tell us,” Tony admitted, standing in front of the team and Dr. Cho. “We saw Y/N using their powers to make themselves invisible, but it seemed like the guy who attacked them knew that or something because he turned around and blasted them while they were invisible. I’ve talked with S.H.I.E.L.D. about it - Fury says it might have something to do with Y/N being an inhuman.” 
This got everyone’s attention. You being an Inhuman had never interfered with anything before, so what was the problem now? “Fury had some of his agents look at the rest of the tech and stuff from the storage unit the guy had been lurking in. Apparently - it’s all tech that belongs to the Kree. It would make sense why it’s effecting Y/N, since the Kree sorta invented the Inhumans. He’s contacting Carol now to see if she might know anything about it,” Tony continued, and then grabbed a chair and sat down while everyone processed this. 
“Let’s hope she does,” Bruce said, receiving murmurs of agreement. 
They sat around until the ten minute mark hit, when Natasha went to check on you. She returned a couple minutes later, her arm wrapped around you. You looked quite sleepy, and the Avengers would of aw’ed if you weren’t so sick. Your hair was still damp but you were wearing Avengers-themed pajamas.
“They fell asleep in the bath,” Natasha told the team, before helping you get situated back in bed. 
Seeing as the sickness wouldn’t be contagious if it was indeed an Inhuman once, a couple of the Avengers gladly cuddled you, wanting to prove some comfort. Really, they all would’ve, if the bed had been big enough. Natasha and Wanda laid down on either side of you and Clint sat at the end of your bed. 
Natasha pet your hair while Wanda simply had her arms wrapped around you. Sam was waiting with a glass in his hand in case you got thirsty. When you dozed off for a little bit, Tony couldn’t help but snap a picture. “Sorry, they’re adorable,” he said, not sounding apologetic at all and shrugged.
After waiting with you, Carol drew everyone out of their thoughts by walking in. She was wearing her usual suit, but held a vial in her hands. 
Hearing her footsteps roused you and when you could make out the blonde, you smiled. “Carol!” You said, having missed her. 
Carol smiled warmly at you. If there was anyone who could break the space captain’s tough exterior, it was you. “Hey, little one,” she greeted. “Long time, no see. I’ve got something for you that will help.” She handed Natasha the vial. “It’s the cure to your sickness. The sickness was invented by the Kree to infect the Inhumans. From what I can gather, the guy was a Kree man who had a device on him that could detect Inhumans - that’s how he knew you were there.” 
“Interesting,” Steve mused, as Natasha handed you the vial. 
Not caring about how bad it might taste and just wanting to feel better, you gladly drank the entirety of the vial in just a couple gulps. 
“It’ll make you quite sleepy, but-” Carol cut herself off as your eyes quickly fluttered shut and you fell into a deep sleep, head falling against Natasha’s shoulders. “They’ll wake up in a few hours feeling better.” 
She turned around to grab a chair. “You’re staying?” Sam asked, as they watched her. 
“Of course,” Carol said, scoffing as she sat down. She looked at the Avengers. “What, is anyone planning on leaving?” 
They all smiled at each other as a series of “no’s” went around. They were more than happy to sit with you and comfort you. 
“That’s what I thought,” Carol said proudly, smiling. 
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hearts4court · 4 months
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someone PLEASE write a witch!reader x loki friends to lovers
prince loki has a crush on a cute witch from asgard who he grew up with. supportive brother thor getting his younger brother to admit his feelings🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
idc if there's smut or not i NEED this written.
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