#she doesnt stop teasing steve

[canmargesimpson]

Doesn’t anyone else think about poor steve having to live in his house, where he is constantly reminded that he’s a failure. I mean, he graduated and instead of going to college like his parents wanted him to, he just got a mediocre job. I just can’t help but imagen poor Steve arriving home exhausted and his father yelling at him, telling him he has to move out and that he’s just a disappointment for the Harrington name. I imagen Steve keeping a straight face, but then going to his room and just shouting into his pillow, with anger, frustration, and pure rage. I imagine his parents giving him till the end of the year to get out of the house. And even after the starcout fire, his dad wouldn't have mercy on him. While his mother on the other hand, would every month an allowance to help himself to get back on his feet. She would still visit him every now and then, because he was her son after all. She would sometimes invite him for dinner sometimes, but only the times when his father wasn't in town. Steve would be so thankful for his mother, but he was never one to let her know, he was raised in a house where physical touch and emotional conversations were uncharted territory. So instead he would bring her flowers to every dinner and always tried to help out as much as he could.

 When christmas arrived, his mom would obviously invite him, with the grandparents and close family. His father was there but he didn’t even go to greet steve. At dinner, an aunt would ask about what he's doing and how his life has been. He told them about having to work at the Family Video store, and how he worked with his best friend, he told them about how he also helps Holly Wheeler with her homework sometimes, he talked about how, yes it wasen’t the best thing in the world, but he was still happy for his job,and how maybe he was considering singing up for community college in Indianápolis next year. His father, who had a little too much to drink, laughed at him and just teased Steve for his so-called ‘Jobs'. Rebeca, Steve's mom, tried to stop him, but he just kept going.

“Giving out movie tickets isn’t a job! Are you kidding me? And other than that, i bet you spend your time with that queer munson , huh? Apperently he comes oftenly to visit you, doesnt he?”

Steve freezed and he became a dear in headlights. He father kept on going anf going, and no one seemed to dare to stop him. That was until he said it. 

“Maybe you didn’t get into college because you’re such a f*****!”

Rebeca Harrington stood up and slammed on the table, with a loud “enough” and left everyone, dead silent. But the seconds of silences didn’t last long, as Richard stood up and left the scene. And soon followed steve. He got into is car and just drove.

He went to Eddie’s instead of going home.

Eddie was jewish, meaning he really didn’t do the whole “Christmas” thing.  So he knew eddie would be alone and knew that Wayne would work for those who wanted to spend time with family. Steve just went to his trailer and told him everything. Steve always felt comfortable around Eddie, even if he would not admit it to himself. But he just vented. About having to live alone for almost 2 years now, about having the constant fear of being alone, about his father abusing him all of those years before, and about how he couldn't stand looking at her broken mother, who was only trying to get this family back together. He even told Eddie about what his father said infront of everyone. That words he onces used to insults but now the roles were reversed. He told him that he never meant that friendship to go further on, but sometimes couldn't help it. Eddie was just too perfect for him.

Eddie didn’t know how to react. He holds the boy off his dreams in his arms, who is crying and shaking like a child. He just ran his hand through his back and arms, reassuring him that he was okay now and that nothing could hurt him. Even though Eddie was scared too, having Steve next with him made him feel better. So he did what his mom used to do when Eddie was a kid and had a bad night. He took him to his kitchen and got to cooking. This is the only thing Eddie knew how to cook. He opened the freezer and took out a little plastic box filled with frozen berries. He would place them on a little stove and he added sugar and a bit of water. He then mixed it till it was marmalade. Steve who was watching him smiled at his goofiness, and really made him feel better. Then Eddie took out a spoon, filled it with the marmalade and held it in front of Steve, who gladly opened his mouth for the spoon. He ate the whole thing and with an immediate smile he looked at Eddie, who just took a bite with his finger and tasted it.

“A spoonful of sugar, helps the medicine go down in the most delightful way” he said in a british accent like his mom used to do

“Mary poppins?”

“Yeah… it's the only thing I remember from my mom. We would… we would watch mary poppins together, it was her favorite. Every time I cried or even asked for it, she would make this for me. She said that there are only 3 things in the world to cure a broken smile. Sugar, something warm, and the person you most love”

After that, Eddie gave Steve a sleeping edible, gave him one of the many band t-shirts, and another spoon of the warm berry mix he loved so much. Steve went to his bed, and was fast asleep. Eddie instead, he stayed awake reading one of the many books he had. He was right next to Steve, who was snoring softly, which made him laugh. Sleeping Steve somehow made its way to Eddie, and placed his magnificent hair on his chest. Eddie blushed and started playing with it, while he read the stories of Alice in Wonderland.

For the next few weeks, Eddie always went to see Steve, to see how he’s doing and how he’s holding up. Though Steve completely ignored what happened on Christmas, Eddie couldn’t forget it. The sound of Steve's tears really broke his heart, and the fact he was so scared and lived alone, made eddie stay up all night. He had to do something about it. So, in the cold of January, Eddie took his van and drove to the other side of town to see Steve. Even if his van had no warmers, no chains on the wheels, and the roads were covered with snow, Eddie went to see Steve no matter what. Today tho he went up to his loft and opened the door to find Steve with an older woman sitting on the couch.

They all stared at each other, completely lost of what was going on, until Steve cleared his throat and presented it to Eddie, his mother. 

Oh… Eddie turned red. He didn’t actually remember steve saying anything bad about his mom, but he did remember about her and his dad being rude to steve, so eddie just went all out to defend steve… or something like that

“You- you bitch! How dare you let your husband shout at your own son! He is the best person I know, and he has a pure heart of gold! This man is nothing but a gift from god, and you just threw him out of his own house, even if he had no job or anything!?! SHAMEFUL! This man SAVED my Life! He even-”

“Eddie-”

“NO steve! She can’t just show up here, and drink your stupid tea and pretend everything is okay! ITs not okay. You show up at my house that Christmas and I had to hold you till you stopped crying because of what your parents did, and now you invite her in, give her tea… and a gift? Why does she have a gift? Oh…”

Steve stands up with pursed lips and an irritated face

“Eddie, my mom came here to apologize for the christmas accident, im handing her the gifts i didn’t have a chance to give to her”

Eddie looked at the elderly woman and then back at her son, and then back at her. 

“Oh shit… I’M SO SORRY!” he just went to the couch and sat neck to Rebeca, he holded her hand and apologized “I never meant to say you were a b-bitch, i just thought- and i got confused and i was so angry and i thought you- and i- Shit. im so sorry i never really meant anything that i said and-”

“Eddie” Steve smiled as he looked at his friends “Why don't you get a plate of cookies i have in the fridge”

Eddie nodded and ran to the kitchen. Steve placed his hands on his face, sighed, and sat down.

“He seems… energetic” she smiled

“Yeah, Eddie… he’s- he’s hyper and yeah, im sorry, i didn't know he was coming over,”

“It’s okay” she smiled as she stood up and dusted off her skirt “I'm gonna leave, it seems like you 2 boys, need to catch up” 

“Mom-” Steve followed her to the door and before she left she turned around quickly and looked at her son

“He seems like a great guy Steve, He really does care about you” she patted his cheek and left.

“I got the cookies!!” 

Steve turned around to look at Eddie with a bowl filled with cookies and one of them in his mouth like a puppy. Steve repeated his mothers words and just dashed to him, grabbed his face and took the cookie from his mouth as he pecked him. He ate the chocolate cookie, as Eddie's jaw was on the floor, dropping the cookie left in his mouth, and Steve kissed him once more.

#by: me #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie fic

[stevie-petey]

A blurb from Steve's pov when bug started to pull away?

YESSSSS !!! ANGST !! PAIN !! I LOVE IT !!!

comin right up ;)

“what if the rich kid offered to buy you dinner to repay you?” steve isnt quite sure why hes asking you this or why his hands shake a little as he does so. theres a line somewhere that he knows hes just crossed. hes with nancy, hes in love with her and shes great and perfect but youre looking at steve with those eyes hes always found so lovely and warm and fuck.

why do you look so scared right now?

he fucked up.

“i cant.”

and there it is.

steves stomach drops. “oh, alright.”

you wont look at him. steve desperately wants your eyes back on him, with that glint in them that he secretly hopes is only for him, but they never come.

“you should leave.”

“already?” he hates how small his voice sounds. he hates how with just three words, youve reduced steve to the insecure little boy he swore to bury the second he entered middle school.

steve doesnt remember much else from that day. he knows he tried staying around longer, he knows that your eyes became cold when you told him no, he knows you closed yourself off. it happened within a second, but thats all it took.

he drove home in a daze. the books for nancy were thrown haphazardly across his passenger seat. he wished you were sitting there instead.

steve tries again the next day, figuring maybe you just wanted some space. he can annoying sometimes, he knows that. hes spent his whole life being told hes too much. he was wrong to just assume itd be different with you, but steve doesnt blame you whatsoever.

so when he walks into bookstrordinary and your coworker alex tells him to leave, steve crumbles. he goes back to his car and he cries. its humiliating and embarrassing and he hasnt cried like this since he was a stupid kid, but once he starts he cant stop.

he doesnt know what he did wrong.

summer goes by and steve misses you more than he ever thought he would, more than hes ever missed anyone. he knew losing would hurt, but fuck.

it feels like hes dying.

but you? you dont seem fazed at all.

steve sees you around town during the summer, jonathan always by your side, and when school starts he sees you in the halls and yet you never spare him a glance. it hurts. it really fucking hurts.

nancy eventually notices and asks what happened, but what can steve even tell her? that he spent years watching you from afar, admiring your selflessness and sincerity, and when you finally befriended him he became some hopelessly attached idiot?

no. he knows he cant tell nancy that.

“nothing, just some stuff with my dad.” which isnt a lie, but his stomach still twists with guilt.

she comforts him and steve smiles through it, but it isnt the same.

he misses you every day.

when he spins nancy around one day in the hall while shes talking to you and jonathan about some halloween party, steves weak.

youre staring at him and dressed in a pretty blue sweater that makes your eyes shine even more despite the shitty hallway lighting. you look the same as ever, soft and angelic and steve misses you so much that he risks it.

“i missed you,” he tells nancy.

but the words are for you.

you look away when he says it, and for a horrible second steve thinks hes been caught, but instead you grab jonathans hand and walk away and steve feels defeated.

“it’s been like an hour.” nancy teases him, reminding him of where he is and the role he still has to play.

you may be gone now, but hes still steve harrington. the good boyfriend, the popular rich kid. he cant escape that.

he pulls nancy into a kiss. “tell me about it.”

steve has lost you, but he has to keep playing his part. maybe one day youll see hes still trying, still holding onto his promise to be kind like you are.

he hopes you notice it.

maybe then he can make it up to you. have you with him again.

for now, all he can do is wait.

#ask #anon #m’s writing #come home blurb #set in season 2 ! #m speaks #evil blurb i love u anon #<333

[stevethehairington]

HC that Steve smoked a fair amount of weed during his Scoops days to take the edge off the cold harsh reality of Life and bought from Eddie a few times so he def saw Stevie in The Shorts (prob with a hoodie over top, sans hat duh) but it wasn’t until Eddie was taking a look in the new record store / going to see a movie that he saw Steve in the full get up through the window. He was tempted to tease him about it the next time he sold to him (read, flirt a little maybe) - something like ‘Ahoy, Harrington’ or ‘do you prefer Captain Steve over King Steve now’ but then the fire happened and Steve was looking like hell after (not just physically) and needed a break from mind altering substances for a while (until Eddie saw him in the booze aisle while he was making a snack run before the new Hellfire crew had their first meeting). The time for those flirty jokes was long passed and the next time he sees Steve it’s when he’s pressing him up against a wall in the boathouse…

ohhhh i LOVE it when they sort of kind of know each other from Before™ like this yessssss. also LOVE anything that has to do with eddie having seen steve in his scoops days lol, that is just PURE GOLD content right there. (also LOVE "do you prefer captain steve over king steve" YES thats SO GOOD)

but yesss, they know each other in passing, have only met up a few times but it's only been for business. until eddie stops by the new mall (despite telling himself he'd never be caught dead there) because they have a record store, one that actually sells the music he likes according to gareth, and the nearest other one that carries any of the music eddie likes is in indianapolis and he CANNOT swing driving all the way out there just for a couple of records. so he goes, and right across from the record store is scoops, and eddie snorts at the nautical theme, sees a girl he vaguely recognizes behind the counter in a silly little hat with an annoyed look on her face as she serves some kids. and he doesn't think anything of it until he hears a verrrrry familiar voice (one that HASNT been haunting his dreams lately, it has NOT) and his head snaps back over and there, in all his glory, is steve harrington, wearing the dorkiest (and somehow hottest what the fuck?) uniform ever, wearing the biggest goofiest grin on his face as he pretends to swordfight some curly haired kid that's grinning just as big and laughing gleefully.

and eddie's like GONE after that.

he doesnt hear from steve after that, and eddie tries not to be disappointed. and to fill that void, he ends up going to the mall just about every day. it's embarrassing, soooo embarrasing, and he tries his best not to be seen by anyone, especially as he loiters near the bushes outside of scoops ahoy. if anyone asks he's just trying to get a good look at the ice cream, that's all, nothing else. he forces himself not to actually go up to the counter because if he does he'll end up coming back every day, he knows himself, and he cannot cannot afford to pick up an ice cream habit.

so he tells himself instead, that the next time steve reaches out for his goods, he'll say something about scoops. reeeeeal casual, of course. test the waters first, see how receptive he is to it. then, if it goes well, he'll comment on the uniform (how could he not?) and depending on how that goes over, maybe he'll push his luck a little.

except he doesn't hear from steve the rest of the summer, and then the mall burns down, and steve was caught up in all of that. eddie's relieved that steve survived it (and not just because of his crush, okay? it's fucking horrible for anyone to die in a mall fire). part of him thinks (hopes) that maybe after all of that trauma steve might finally start coming back to him for a little something to take his mind off of it, a little self medication. it probably wouldn't be smart to sell to him after that, but eddie would do it. not only because he wants to see steve, but because he wants to make sure steve just goes for the easy stuff, not the hard stuff, and he wants to make sure he's not overdoing it too. (what can eddie say, he likes to take care of his customers.... or like. he does now.)

except steve doesn't.

and the next time eddie sees him, he's shoving steve up against the wall in less than ideal circumstances, wishing things could be different.

#asks #anonymous #steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #mack writes #macks ficlets

[babybatscreationsv2]

bro what if drunk peter made out with one of the avengers one night but then the next morning he doesnt remember who???? and they were all roommates????

-not h i cant believe youd think its h

Dude what if-

Water, tylenol, and Bucky's miracle might have been enough to ease his hangover, but it did absolutely nothing for the embarrassment that churned his stomach.

"Gotta drink the whole thing, kiddo," Bucky encouraged. He tipped his own glass back and chugged the remains of something thick and yellow-green. Peter looked at his lips and he tried to remember. Was it him? Bucky was warm and strong and that's what he remember. Strong arms? A metal arm? Dammit, he couldn't tell. It was so foggy.

"You alright, Pete?"

"Yeah, just uh..." he laughed awkwardly. Bucky smiled. "Well, bottoms up. Steves cooking'll gag you if you haven't recovered by the time he gets up."

"Ha ha." Steve came in from behind him and smacked his ass. Bucky only laughed and gave it back to him. Peter watched his hand as he pulled open the refrigerator. Was that the hand that had squeezed his ass? Encouraged his clumsy rutting to his hip?

"Crazy night, huh?" Steve said as he turned around.

"Yeah..." Peter agreed, but he had no idea what to say beyond that. How did he ask without asking?

"Morning, kid," Tony came into the kitchen and ruffled his hair. Same as every morning. He looked grumpy and hung over. Bucky put a glass of the yellow stuff in his hands and tossed it back with a grateful half smile. He wiped his his mouth dry. "How'd everyone sleep?"

Facial hair? Did he remember facial hair? Tony was probably an expert kisser and whoever it was really knew what they were doing. It could have been, but...

Natasha joined the group next. Her eyes were dark, but she the most lively besides Steve who never seemed to get hungover. Was it her? Soft hair, soft lips, he remembered that, but any of them could have been soft just like any of them could have had the strong arms that had picked him up and set him on their lap.

Peter groaned and put his head down on the counter. Clint and Bruce wandered in while everyone chatted. Thor and Sam would probably stay passed out for a while, they didn't usually bother getting up after a big night. He was pretty sure Loki had made an appearance last night, but there was no telling whose bed he was in until they carried breakfast back for him. Vision and Wanda were definitely still in bed if he hadn't come out to fetch her coffee yet.

"You okay, Peter?" Bruce put a gentle hand on his shoulder. He shook his head. No, he wasn't okay. He was freaking out. He probably humiliated himself soppy kissing a national treasure and he didn't even know which one.

"Listen we all have our drunken regrets," Clint offered.

Tony scoffed. "Speak for yourself."

"Yeah, Tony only does life destroying things while sober," Steve teased.

"What's to regret? We had a great night, made some interesting memories," Bucky said.

Peter groaned again. "I don't remember, that's the problem." It was quiet for a moment. Tony was the first to laugh. Peter lifted his head and glared at them all. "It's not okay- it's horrible! I had the best night of my life and I don't even know who I was making out with!"

The laughing stopped. A look was shared around the room, but Peter couldn't decipher it. "Let's jog your memory," Tony said. He walked around the counter and leaned down. Peter couldn't stare, blinking and confused, as Tony bent and kissed him. His face burned. Everyone was watching and this was far from innocent. Tony kissed like they were making love and it made him shiver down into his toes. He pulled away, smirking, only for Bucky to step in and kiss him. He was only more confused, but he had no complaints. Wherever this was going, he was happy to follow.

"Already?" Loki grumbled somewhere across the room. "I was waiting for coffee and here you all are playing pass the spider again. When's my turn?"

Peter froze.

Oh.

All of them. He'd made out with all of them. All. Of. The. Avengers.

"You okay?" Natasha squeezed his shoulder and Bucky gave him some space.

Peter swallowed. "Can we uh- I... um..."

Steve laughed. "We'll make sure you remember this time."

#marvel #polyvengers #definitely not h i cant believe you would think its h #ask #prompt fill

[swfteverlqrk]

He looks good with kids.

Bucky x female!reader

Warnings: Kids. Jk, none, pure fluff.

Summary: Yn heart can't love more Bucky, but it can when she sees him with kids.

A/N: I gave a warning that i wanted to just write about domestic/Dad bucky. Is just the first of a thousand of bucky's fic's :)

You arrived with your hand holding Bucky's.

"Aunt yn!" a little girl ran to you. 

“Hey mor!” you let go of Bucky´s hand and hold the little girl. “how is my princess doing?” 

“I dont want to be a princess anymore!” she said with a frown, you put her down. 

“Why?” you tried to not laugh. 

“Because if i want to be a queen, im gonna have to get married... with a...” she made a long pause, trying to say the next words. “boy! ew!” she said with a repulsive expression. 

that was something you loved about the kids, their honesty, saying everything uncensored, you saw Bucky trying not to laugh next to you. “Morgan, say hi to Bucky, dont be rude.”

“Hi, Mr Barnes.” she was shy, and added a little wave, without leaving your side. 

“Call me Bucky.” he winked at her, which made the girl blush, who could blame her?. 

she nodded and then her mother appeared “Morg, go play.” the little girl obey and got inside the house. “Im so glad you could make it” she greeted huging you and gave your boyfriend a warm and friendly handshake. “But please come in”.

you took Bucky´s hand again, and got inside the house, it was such a warm and really normal and familiar house, you wouldnt guess it was Tony Stark place, it wasnt a big mansion as he used to, it didnt have any  technology gadget, and they had a yard, more like a yard it was a private forest, where all the avengers were. 

“Im going to say hi to Natasha” you said, seeing her in the distance. 

“Ok, i´ll go with Steve and Sam.” you nodded, Bucky kissed your cheek and headed to Natasha. 

“Hey you!” your friend hugged you with one arm, cause she was holding a two month baby on her free arm, her daughter “Hey Thea, im your aunt, yn.” 

the baby girl smiled at hearing your voice. “Can i hold her?” 

“Of course!” she handed you the baby, when you took her in your arms, Nat sat down, glad that her arms could rest for a while. “Where´s Bucky?” 

“Over there with your husband and Sam” 

“It´s dangerous when they get together” you chuckled, giving her the reason, the baby start to cry. “Oh, let me” 

“No,Nat, i can, dont cry Thea.” you rocked her and started singing to her. “ Hey Dorothea

Do you ever stop and think about me?

When we were younger

Down in the park”

“Doesnt she looks gorgeous with kids?” Bucky asked his two friends, they rolled their eyes. 

“Uncle Bucky!” a boy approached. 

“Hey kids!” they high five, smiling, it were AJ and Cass wilson, Sam nephews. 

“Did you brought us what we asked for?” the soldier nodded, they went to his car, where he let out some water guns. 

“Cool, thank you!” the younger one hugged his uncle and ran after his brother. 

“JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES!” Sarah shouted at him, oops. “WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?, YOU GAVE MY BOYS WATER GUNS!" 

Nat noticed bucky´s scared face while Sarah continued shouting at him. “Yn, your boyfriend is in trouble.”

“What?” you turned to see Bucky in the entrance. “I´ll be back.” you gave her Thea, and walked. “What´s going on?” 

“James gave my kids water guns!” 

your eyes opened surprised. “Why?, Bucky what...?”

“They asked me to, they texted me!” he said innocent. 

“If something happens, they are your kids” Sarah said at Bucky and left, she was a good mom, she wanted what was best for her kids. 

you went to sit with Bucky, saying hi to Thor and Jane, until three little girls, Morgan Stark, Cassie Lang and the younger who was Alice Quill walked there. “Auntie yn, can you come play with us?” Morgan said with a small pout. 

“I´ll love it, but im going to help Sam, Sarah and Vision, to get the food ready. 

“I can play with you.” Bucky said letting go of your hand. “If you want to.”

the three girls looked at you, where you just nodded. “Go, he is funny!” your boyfriend got up and walked. Morgan took the initiative and took Bucky´s hand. 

“So, prince, which is your first decrete?” Cassie Lang said laughing, it been thirty minutes and the girls were comfortable now with the ex soldier, hugging him, holding his hands. 

“That i get a bigger crown.” he took his princess crown off, which was hurting him, making the three girls laugh. 

“Hands up! We are taking him”  The older Wilson said, pointing with his water gun.

“He is our prince, you cant take him.” The little Quill said, trying hard to hold to Bucky. 

“We can!” Billy Maximoff said, he took A.J gun and got Bucky back wet. 

‘i see why Sarah hated me for the water guns’ bucky thought to himself. 

The boys were shooting water to the girls, and them throwing grass and toys, your boyfriend got up and tried to run. 

“He is leaving!” Billy said, and all ran after him, you wouldnt guess that the weight of 7 kids could make a super soldier fall to the ground. 

“Is little yn in love?” a girl voice said, Carol Danvers. 

“Hey, Danvers” you turned and hugged her. “How are you?” 

you started catching up, she telling you stories about the space, once in a while you turned to see Bucky in the ‘jail’, that was a playpen, where all the kids put him.

“You know his wife, will come to rescue him, right?” Morgan said to A.J while having a tea party.

“What wife?” 

“Yn, duh.” she said as it was the only option. 

“They arent married” the boy said. 

“yes they are.” A.J just shooked his head. 

“Kids, the food is ready!” Sam shouted and the kids ran, Bucky got up from the playpen  that they took from Thea, he approached you. 

“I was expecting you to come to my rescue"he said resting his chin on your neck.

"Oh no, did you saw them? They had guns" you teased him, turning around to see him.

"Yn! You can stop time!" He said like a little kid, maybe an hour with 7 seven kids was more than enough.

"Here, you hamburger" You just said handing him the plate, with the bun and meat.

"Thank you, where we'll sit?"

You looked around searching for an empty table. "There" you pointed. "I was thinking of telling Sarah and Sam to sit with us".

Your boyfriend nodded, and taking your hand, you walked to the table, you were going to start eating when three girls approached the table.

"Aunt...yn... Can we, sit here?" Morgan Stark said shy, with Cassie and Alice by her side.

"Uh..." You looked at your boyfriend who with his look, he told you it was fine. "Sure, come."

"Guys, they said yes!" Morgan shouted and four more kids appeared.

"i thought it was only you three" Bucky said, trying not to laugh.

They sat, Morgan between you and Bucky, the food was delicious, and the kids were a good company. Bucky went for Soda, and coming back to his place he kissed your cheek, making you blush.

"I told you they are married!" Morgan said to A.J, biting her food.

"W-what?" You almost choke with the soda.

"Morgan thinks you two are married, but I've been telling her, you are just boyfriend and girlfriend" A.J said tired of the same argument.

"We are not married, sweetie" you cleared to the little Stark, who frown her eyebrows, confused.

"Then, why you kiss?, My mom and dad told me only married people do that." She looked at you, waiting for an answer, she was really confused, Bucky just smiled a bit.

"Because...umm..." You made a pause thinking what to answer, all the kids look where on you in that moment.

"We are going to get married, we're engaged." Bucky finally said, the most serious he could, not making notice it was a lie.

"When?" Cassie asked excited.

"Soon, in a few years, right yn?" You nodded, you let out a relief sigh, until two boys voices started arguing.

"Hey, Billy, Tommy, what is going on?"

"He took my chips without asking!" Tommy answered, looking at his brother wanting to kill him.

"But Tommy doesn't wants to share!" They started arguing again.

"Don't fight. Billy, we asked for things, and Tommy we have to share" they rolled their eyes, knowing their were being scolded. "Now Tommy, apologize"

"B-but."

"Tommy!" You looked at him, really serious. He took air and apologize, same with Billy. "Now both of you, go for more chips." They got up and murmuring they said something like 'she acted just like mom'

The food time was over, you and Bucky played hide and seek with the kids, when it was the soldiers turn to found you, Alice was the only one who hided with you, but when you had to find them, you knew wherever was Bucky you'll find at least a fifty percent of the kids. The time passed quickly hiding, and laughing.

"Who wants dessert?" Pepper said to the kids, whose eyes opened wide.

"Come on, Uncle Bucky!" Morgan took one hand of his and Cassie another, and walked together, but Alice started to cry.

"Um, Buck, you left something here." You said while Alice was on your arms.

"Sorry, baby, come on" he pointed his back with his head, and you put the little girl there. "Hold on tight" She did, putting her little arms around Bucky neck, while walking to the food area.

Once they got their dessert, including Bucky, all went to sit and start playing charades, you only heard kids real laughs, making you smile.

"Kids, why don't you go for yn?, she loves to play this, but it's to shy" Billy and Cassie nodded and went to grab you while you were with Tony and Steve.

"Come play with us, aunt yn!" Both making a pout. "Uncle Bucky said you like to play!"

"He did?" You gave a killing look to the blue eyed man, who just lift his shoulders innocent. "Fine, let's go"

You left Tony and Steve, and went play, you sat next to Bucky, his arm around your shoulders, that pose didn't last, because when you got up to play, Morgan took your place next to Bucky. 'Oh, so Bucky is the new favorite' you thought seeing him surrounded by all of them.

The day was over, after saying bye to Gamora, Quill and Alice, you helped Pepper to clean a bit.

"You know something, yn?" She said serious.

"Mhm?" You were picking up the plates and cups.

"All this afternoon, i saw a girl with Bucky, you should be more careful."

A girl? Which girl? All of the avengers girls were taken, you thought for a few seconds, but no one came to your mind, until Pepper told you to turn, where it was your boyfriend and the girl who wanted to steal him, Morgan, watching the Sunset, she was in his arms, one arm on his neck, while he was talking to her, not being to able hear, but seeing him with kids, to see his sweet and soft side made your heart melt.

"So, you see, the sun loves the moon so much, he goes to let her shine for hours." The girl's eye opened wide at the story.

"Morgan, they have to go." Her mother said walking to her.

"Stay to sleep, please?" Morgan said with a pout, without letting go of Bucky.

"We are going to stay at the Roger's, baby girl." You told her, which made her sad. "But, if you behave, we can make a sleepover next week at my place!"

Her eyes shined, and a smile appeared. "Really?"

"Of course, beautiful, but you have to be nice, ok?" Your boyfriend told the little girl putting her down.

"Mom, he calls me beautiful! He doesn't calls yn that" she tried to whisper but failed, Pepper just nodded, taking her hand, getting inside of the house"Bye guys." Morgan shouted before entering the house.

"what?" Your boyfriend noticed you looking at him.

"nothing..." You chuckled softly, and got into the Rogers car.

A few days later.

You were making breakfast, when your phone rang, the contact name was Tony Stark, it was a FaceTime. What if something had happened to him? Was he okay? You answered nervous, but when the camera opened, you saw Morgan, making you feel relieved.

"Hey Morgan!" You greeted her.

"Hi, aunt yn!" You could tell her she was trying to see the house, looking for something. "Are you alone?"

"Yes?"you said confused" But one friend is coming over."

"Oh, is not uncle Bucky there?" You chuckled, of course she wanted to see her 'uncle'.

"No sweetie" you shook your head, making Morgan eyes sad. "He went to help uncle Sam with something, he'll be back at night."

"Oh okay, I'll call him then! Bye." You were going to talk but she hang up.

The night came and your boyfriend went to your place to say hi and having dinner.

While eating dinner, you said to him about the morning call.

"I received a weird call today"

"What?, From who?" He asked looking up from his dumplings.

"A girl you know." You said serious, like you were mad.

"come on yn, it was Wanda? Or Carol, or Natasha?" You shook your head.

"Morgan Stark" He laughed.

"Wait, why?"

"She wanted to talk to you, you should call her" your look went back to your noodles.

"Are you jealous that she prefers me?" He teased you, making you laugh.

"No..."

"Yes, you are." He pointed his fork at you, making you let out a good laugh.

"Just call Morgan!" You said playing you were angry, after dinner he did, you heard how Morgan told him all about school, and her toys, and dolls, all that she could ever think about, and he was paying attention, gasping every minute about something she said or showed.

Your heart melted again. 'He looks so good with kids'.

#marvel #avengers x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky x female reader #fanfic #bucky fluff #bucky barnes x reader #marvel x you

[thinger-strang]

okay im like seconds from passing out and this idea has plagued my mind all day SO

The North Pole AU

hopper is santa claus and joyce is mrs claus (like actually the jolly old elf not a mall santa, the real actual santa claus)

obviously dustin, lucas, will, mike, el, and max are elves (dustin and lucas are in toy engineering, will is in toy design, mike is in broken toy repair, el is in cookie making, and max is a toy tester)

steve is the head elf, jonathan is the chief mall santa coordinator, nancy is the government correspondent, robin is head of the decoration/gift wrapping department, and billy is the reindeer trainer

(yes i made those positions up im having fun also YES steve is the head elf bc i had a crush on bernard from santa clause as a youth and still do dont look at me)

anyways

jonathan loves seeing all the pictures from the mall santas and makes sure they get to the right house and he started in the mail department so he just finds happiness in the behind the scenes stuff that makes a kids christmas magical

nancys government correspondence is primarily focused on keeping the military off of santas trail christmas eve and keeping the north pole a complete secret

robin works in gift wrapping because its easy and she likes finding fun ways to wrap presents and absolutely does "tits now" on all the let it snow wrapping paper AND also does those crazy twenty different boxes wrapping for all her friends

billy kind of keeps to himself and finds peace in tending to the reindeer and hooking them up to the sleigh and getting them exercise, he'll also chop firewood to make sure the Pole is warm for everyone

steve honestly just keeps the ship running smoothly, makes sure everyone is on schedule, hes a pretty laid back guy but still knows how to get everything done on time and makes a mean cup of cocoa

(okay now that backgrounds are kinda tied up, plot ish)

steve works hard bc he loves his job, hop and joyce are like family as are the kids and the other teens, but sometimes he works a little too hard and gets overwhelmed

his quiet place is the loft in one of the barns, its warm and theres a window that he likes to sit in front of and watch the snow fall and has a bunch of hand knitted blankets stashed up there too (most made by claudia who is the head baker)

billy eventually finds this place when hes doing a routine walk through and can see its very clearly someones space and leaves it be but also keeps an eye on the place

obv billy and steve run into each other when billys making his nightly rounds and steve is climbing down the ladder

steves very embarassed bc he kinda just got over a panic attack and his hair is all sweaty and his face is flushed and his eyes are still watery and billy is very straightforward and asks

"is that your hideout up there?"

steve nods and is about to apologize before billy stops him and tells him its okay

they end up going on a walk through the snow just talking about how they ended up where they are and what they left behind, about their favorite traditions, favorite christmas treats, just anything and everything

steve ends up paying attention to billy a bit more after that night, sees him talking to the reindeer, wrestle with some of the lumberjack elves after they drop off wood for the toy making, sees him sneak into the kitchens and sneak some fudge, and just kinda slowly falls in love with him

robin teases steve endlessly, bc he "evaluates" her department the most just to chit chat and gossip (normally about the chick in the holly jolly band robin has a crush on but oh how the turn tables)

(nancy and jonathan are kinda in the loop as in they talk sometimes but its awkward and polite so steve really doesnt take too much stock into their opinions)

it all comes to a head christmas eve, when the whole workshop, all departments, have their big pre flight meeting to make sure everythings in order and to have a little celebration, when billy and steve get stuck under the mistletoe

robin shouts that they have to kiss its the law, with her arm slung over the holly jolly band chick

the kids start chanting which gets everyone else chanting so naturally they kiss

its soft and sweet and too fast but worth it for how red billy is

but billys gotta get the reindeer hooked up and steves gotta do the final check with hop so they have to part and go do their things

(but dont worry, they find each other after lift off for another long walk through the snow with a thermos full of steves famous hot chocolate and end up at a nice little fire outside of billys place for some more of those soft sweet kisses)

#harringrove #im calling this the north pole au #north pole au #fic #my writings #to draw #i love drawing layers and shit so this should be fun #lol this is also kinda wack and out of left field

[spideymarvelws]

Finding Peace

C!Technoblade x GN!Reader

Series Summary : All Techno has ever known is blood and war, in a world unknown to most. All you’ve ever known is a small village, that houses a mystical monument that  as something more. Curiosity always held the reputation of killing those who acted upon it, but for you, following it only sent you down a series of events that lead you to the lands of the Dream SMP and into the arms of the blood god.

A/n : Uhhh i think its pretty obvious who this is about but lets pretend we dont 😀the beginning is going to be a little slow, Techno doesnt come in until chapter two and chapter one it just introducing the reader and stoof but yh! Feedback and comments always appreciated 🥰

Chapter Warnings : Pretty angsty, argument between partners

Word Count : 1.1k

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♔ Prologue ♔

“He won’t be safe here.” The man spoke sternly, his accent strong and thick but with the slight crack that matched the tears forming in his eyes. Usually it was something she adored, hearing the  foreign language fall from his tongue with such intensity. She’s never heard anything like it, the fire and emotion that could be expressed through someone's words without violence or blood, or the genuine softness without gifts and meaningful touches.

But right then his words only brought dread and pain, stabbing her in the heart with every syllable. They weren’t like the stories he told her from his book full of fairy tales, the stories of princes and princesses, and fairies and mermaids. They weren’t like the random facts and myths he got lost in while venturing the fields or caves.

This was something real, something true.

Something that might tear down her world in one swift movement if she didn’t make the right choices.

“You must take him back with you!” he cried, “If he’s left here the people will have him burnt at the stake before sunrise.”

“As safe as he is here, he is in there.” she snapped back, grunted lowly under her breath, “He won’t last a day, I don’t have the materials to keep him safe.”

“Then let’s find them!” he exclaimed desperately, “Sneak into the mines and gather them ourselves! We already have the food, the water, if the only thing you need is gold-”

“-And iron, and diamonds, much more that the entire village could muster in a day.” her jaw clenched at his words, as much as she didn’t want to admit it, she had to, for the sake of her family and for herself.

She didn’t have magic powers or special spells that could help her. The weapons on her back could only do so much. She was backed into a corner, facing the consequences of her reckless actions. But she came to an agreement with that a long time ago, she knew her past would catch up to her eventually, but she never thought it would happen so soon. 

And she didn’t take into consideration the close bonds she would make along the way. She knew she would meet people, rude and harsh people along with good and generous ones. Never did she think she would find one that would take her heart.

“I’m sure we could at least get something more than what we have-”

“Darling.” She needed to stop him, she needed to make him understand the situation they were forced into, the situation she brought upon them. 

“I could do some quick trading, I’m sure the swords smith must be up at this hour-”

“Darling-”

“If we try, I'm sure of it, we could get everything. It may seem impossible but we’ve done the impossible before!”

“There isn’t enough time!” she shouted, banging her fist against the wall in a fit of rage. Pain shot up her arm and she let it, she let it take over and for a spit second it took over the sadness and fear clouding her mind, replacing it with something much more bearable. Something she was used to.

She felt the presence of her husband behind her, his hand moving to rest on her shoulder, a gesture meant to calm her down. Her head fell naturally against his cold skin, nuzzling into it with her eyes closed, focusing on his touch.

“Honey-”

“Don’t-” she choked a sob, “Don’t call me that... Not now.”

“Sorry, sorry,” He mumbled, moving his hand to her cheek. She turned around to face the man in front of her, pointy ears twitching at the touch.

“Trust me.” She whispered, placing her hand over her lover’s, “Please. This is the best thing we could do.”

She could see the conflict happening behind his eyes as they moved back and forth between hers. It was a lot to ask of him, to trust someone who brought all of this on him in the first place. But she had a plan, as shaky as it was, she had faith that it would work.

That the universe wasn’t that cruel.

She had to believe it. For him and for her son.

He finally sighed, leaning in and gently kissing her forehead, letting his lips linger, “Okay love, I will.” 

“Mama? Dada?” a squeaky voice sounded from the door, snapping the couple out of their anguish.

Their son stood by the entrance, on hand rested lightly on the frame while the other clutched a small stuffed baby pig. By the haunted look and his face and shaky frame, she already knew what might have happened to wake him up.

“Is it the voices again?”

The child sniffed, clutching on to the stuffed animal, keeping it close to his chest, “They- they wouldn’t stop shouting,”

She gave a knowing glance to her husband, letting him handle their son while she continued to pack her things into her beaten up satchel. With every item she stuffed into a small space, she felt her body hunch over more and more, her hand shooting to the wall for support. 

It hurt. Every bone in her body told her to stay, told her that she was leaving a life behind that was worth living, that was worth everything. But if she needed to protect her everything, she needed to leave it behind. It was a mistake, it was always a mistake but she was too stubborn to admit it. Creatures like her didn’t deserve a perfect life, her son was proof of that.

While she loved him with all her heart, he was born with something she couldn’t protect him from. A curse meant to spite her for her actions. A curse of no silence, the curse of blood lust that could never be satiated. She saw the way his eyes lit up every time she took him out hunting or the rage that happened behind them when one of the villagers made a comment on her unusual hair colour.

He wasn’t born for the world, he was born for chaos. 

He was born from chaos.

“Are you coming?” her husband sounded, their son clinging to his chest, “He was always a mama’s boy, no matter how much he’s clinging to me right now.”

She smiled at his joke, eyes drawn to her son’s wide, gold eyes staring back at her with nothing but awe and happiness. Her job was to make sure that it stayed on his face for most of his life, that he was safe. And as his parent and that’s what she was going to do, whether it killed her or not.

And for now, she would keep him safe by lulling him to sleep.

“Of course.” She walked over, snuggling her nose to the child’s forehead before placing a soft kiss to the skin, “Where's your crown mister?”

He giggled, tucking his face into his father’s chest, “On my bedside with Steve,” his voice lowered to a whisper, “He’s protecting it for me.” 

“Oh is he now?” She teased, ruffling his soft pink hair, “Well let’s give him some company hmm?”

He smiled but she could see the pain behind his eyes to do so. The sight broke her heart but she didn’t linger on it. Instead, she took him into her arms, letting him bury his head into the crook of her neck, following her husband as he led them back to his bedroom, forgetting about the horrors of her life for just a little bit longer.

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[bowieandqueen11]

Luke Crain Headcanons

Request: Hi🥺I’m usually not to good about making request but I’m trying to breakout of my shell on that cause you are an amazing writer and I love everything you write!! But can I request a Luke Crain headcanon where you guys grew up together but distanced while he was in rehab but you came back together after what happened with Nellie! Thank you so much you’re an angel🥺💛 

Thank you SO much @cathrinexxxv​ I LOVE LUKE CRAIN! Also I’m so ready to binge watch all of Bly Manor tomorrow!! <3

You and Luke first met when you were very young. As in, really really little. To this day, you’re still constantly teasing him and making him blush smile about his huge magnifying pair of glasses and his obsession with bowler hats.

You and your family used to live in the small village which was a fifteen minute walk away from the looming heights of Hill House, so when a rumour started spreading down the houses that a new family full of children were moving in for the summer, you, naturally, were intrigued.

One night, when you had heard from your mother that the new family had moved in, you sneaked out your back garden on a warm afternoon before dinner, cutting through the dark and dingy forest until you reached the outskirts of the property. Seeing a boy around your own age sitting on his own on the burnt grass, you waved to Luke from behind the branch of a nearby, crooked oak tree. He was startled, to say the least, but as he watched you hide slightly behind the bark, he was surprised to find he wasn’t scared in the slightest.

He felt as if he almost knew you already. As if this was always meant to happen, that you were meant to find each other here.

Nudging his glasses back up the bridge of the nose, he shyly waved back. Once he finally realised that you weren’t going to budge from your hiding place, nervous from the stories your neighbours had told you about this house, he decided to pick up his crayons in one fist and his paper in the other, before he sets off half stumbling, half stomping along the uneven ground towards you.

When he finally reaches the trunk, he stops and looks at you kind of funnily, tilting his head slightly before he decides the right reaction was to smile at you.

‘My name is Luke Crain. Do you want to play with me? All my siblings ignore me and they don’t want to draw with me.’

The two of you spent the rest of the afternoon huddled under the shaking leaves, sitting on the roots of the tree, Luke tracing out a picture and you giggling as you tried to bump his hand out of the way to colour it in.

From then on, the two of you were inseparable. Nellie loved you of course, and saw you as her honorary best friend as well, as did the rest of the siblings (even though Shirley would never admit it, and Theo was too stubborn to), which meant constant sleepovers at Hill House.

Hugh would always chuckle and shake his head when he peeked into Luke and Nellie’s room, seeing Nell asleep on a red bean bag with a half open bag of sweets lying deserted by her feet, and you and Luke sprawled out on the mat by the iron railings of his bed, snoring. 

You were also the only one he allowed up into his treehouse. Although, sometimes he was too embarrassed to let you, or his siblings, in, because he had stuck pictures up on the wall of the drawings he had tried to do of you.

Growing up with Luke also meant having to calm him down after he starts seeing the tall, floating ghost. Sometimes you would try to climb up the ivy outside of his bedroom window, only to topple into the house headfirst when you start to hear Luke’s high pitched screaming coming from under his bed. Although Olivia would come running in, she would always end up comforting sobbing Nellie, as Luke would only grab onto you, the two of you sitting on the edge of his bed as you remind him the rule.

‘Breathe in and out Luke, that’s it. In and out, seven times - that’s what keeps you safe.’

‘Eight’, he would say with a trembling breath. ‘Eight times. You’re my family too.’

The two of you were gutted when Luke had to move away, but your parents could already see how close the two of you were, and so decided that a move away and a new school for you, perhaps, wasn’t the worst idea. Especially, they decided, since you had been there that night as well.

Although the two of you were close for the whole of your childhood, it takes Luke until he’s eighteen years old to realise just how long he’s really been in love with you. It takes some nudging on from Nellie, pointing out how you would run up to his locker during breaks between classes and just fill him in on how your day was going - each break, no matter how long it had been, without fail. Luke was the only person you wanted to talk to, and from the look of pure delight on Luke’s face as he leans against his locker door and gives his full, undivided attention to you, you’re the only person he wants to listen to.

Or how, Nellie would continue, you would come round to their house for dinner, and although Aunt Janet tried to separate the two of you by sitting you opposite each other, you would just spend the whole dinner ignoring whatever Theo was talking about and giving each other funny looks as you kicked each other in the shin.

Or, when the two of you got a bit older, and you would sneak out of your dorm to visit him in the middle of the night, throwing little rocks at his window until his curtains would rustle and the window latch would be thrown open, his grinning face peering down at you. Despite having spent the whole weekend together, reading to each other in the town’s local library, or just lying shoulder to shoulder watching movies, the two of you would sit out in his garden, on the dewy grass, constantly craving each other’s company. You made him blush one night, when you suddenly grabbed his hand and intertwined his growing fingers over your smaller ones, pointing up at the moon, and the glowing stars, not realising the little side eye, euphoric look he would give you. 

That’s when he finally realised how immensely, and terrifyingly in love with you he was.

It scared him, to realise this, but deep down he knew it had always been you.

He has so many nightmares though. So many nights are spent with his head lying heavy in your lap, as you brush through his golden hair, trying to shush him and calm him down, or rocking him as he cries into your shoulder because of the nightmares he has about his mother, or about Abigail.

As the two of you start to escape your teenage years, and the wishful chasing after each other that came with it, your relationship becomes slightly more strained when he starts using. You choose to move in with Nellie for a while, once he finally goes to rehab. When she gets married, and you're forced to find somewhere new to live, you think you'll never hear from the Crains again - you get the odd visit from Nell, or Theo, but they're so busy enjoying the newly wed life, or studying for their degree that it's not enough - nothing fills the hole that comes from missing Luke. 

It hurts that he never comes to see you, but little did you know that he used to sit at his little beige desk every night, underneath the barred window, just staring up at the moon as he bit on the edge of his pen, a feeling of such wistfulness and loneliness and longing weighing down his chest.

He used to write you a letter, every day, just pouring out all the feelings he was too afraid to tell you, but he always crumples them up and throws them away, too scared to send them.

When Steve phones you up to tell you the news about Nellie’s passing, you told him to immediately come and pick you up.

You're terrified when you open the door and walk out into the bone chilling night to hug him, your heart thumping in your chest when he tells you about how Luke has left rehab again and is somewhere out on the streets, probably using. It breaks your heart, but you know you have to be the one to find him, to bring him back.

When you reach him, and see the man you've loved since you were a child wandering, shoeless and shivering along the freezing, cracked pavement, muttering to himself, you can’t help a tear slip out as you unbuckle your seatbelt and hop out of Steve’s rental.

Luke is so terrified, he doesnt recognise you for a second. It’s only a second, though, before his eyes widen and he pounces on you, wrapping you into him so familiarly, his frame looming large above you but yet feels so fragile in your grasp as he buries his head into the side of your neck and starts crying.

‘I’m so, so cold, Y/n, and my arms are s-s-so stiff, and I’m s-so sorry, I’m so sorry-’

You can’t bear to tell him the news, so you just hold the nape of his neck and pull him tight against your chest, hating the way his whole body shakes in your hold.

On the day of Nell’s funeral, he doesn't leave your side once - it’s as if the two of you had never been separated at all. As everyone files in through the main door, ignoring the sour face on Shirley as they wander into the reception area, you and Luke just sit knee to knee on the couch opposite the entryway.

‘I tried to write to you,’ he starts, as he fumbles a cigarette from out of his breast pocket and tucks it away behind his ear, trying to busy himself with anything so he doesn’t have to meet your confused eyes, and so you don’t have to see the guilt ridden in his. ‘I want you to know that. Nellie kept on telling me off, but i just didn't know how to say what i needed to say to you.’

‘Luke, its okay, i understand how difficult it was for you-’

‘No-no, Y/n, no more excuses! You mean so much to me and i- i cant... i can't lose anyone else. Just-’

He's so gentle when he finally reaches over and kisses you, trying to shake off his fear and just show you what he meant instead. His suit rumples against your chest as he smooshes himself against you, cupping your cheeks softly with his large hands as he tilts you to the side to meet him in a needy, a desperate, a long anticipated kiss. 

He doesn’t pull away - he can't - until you finally break for air, and only then does he finally concede and places his forehead against yours with a soft thud, just closing his eyes in both agony and bliss.

‘I’m sorry that took me so long to do.’

‘It was worth the wait. Although, I have to be honest, your timing has always been rubbish.’

He chuckles, his deep voice vibrating against your chest as he rests his head on your shoulder like a lost puppy, gazing up at you with those wide, lost eyes, and for the first time you can finally see the adoration and awe and just pure love that’s always been in them.

For the rest of the reception. before he tells you of his plans to go back and burn Hill House to the ground, is spent with the two of you escaping from his siblings by stepping outside and sitting on Shirley’s porch. Your arms stay linked tightly together, as if afraid to let go again, and his coat is wrapped around both of your shoulders as he rests against you, just content to be surrounded by your presence.

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[sashayaweh]

Sam and Bucky dance to this song after having to take refuge in a safe house during a particularly high stakes mission. Theres a record player and Sam makes this necessary senior citizen taunts when he catches Bucky's frequent glances towards where it sits on the wooden shelf. Eventually, Sam walls over to fiddle with it because Bucky insists on faking disinterest, but Sam really wants to see him being not-so-boring for once. It was rare to see the other man take interests in his surroundings, barring the hyperawareness that he had for every environment he found himself in.

Sam could almost imagine Bucky's robo-brain whirring to calculate all the exits, people, and vantage points for any possible threat. He never seemed to fully relax. Even sitting in a chair, he sat stiffly as if he was ready to leap out at at any moment. Sam could understand. He wasn't brainwashed and weaponized for 70 years, sure. But he has seen war and death. Things he'd rather forget. And he's felt fear. The initial fear of the thousand foot free falls, the fear of the police and the banks, and the fear of losing himself in it all. So, Sam gets the mental burden and understands how hard it is to leave once you're in.

So, he fiddles with the record player and pretends not to know how to work it. There's no other records visible, but luckily one is still in place. Bucky would eventually get irritated and put everything into place because he knows what Sam is doing. And he knows that Sam knows. Because Sam knows everything. Bucky assumes this from the amount of time the other man spends talking. So, he puts the record on like old times and ignores the lump trying to force its way up and the memories that resurface. Steve-

"You're lucky, man. Etta James, and a classic at that, talk about a two for one. Looks like our luck it starting to turn around, CP30," Sam smile toothily and Bucky wants to do do something to that gap in his teeth. He doesn't quite know what that is yet. Maybe punch it because Sam knows he doesn't understand that obvious reference. But Sam's smile soften to a close, and the corners curl at the edges as his head begins to sway with the notes. Like silk curtains, his eyes slip close in simple pleasure as if he was settling himself into the music.

Bucky watches and feels awkward. At some point, in the past, he would know what to do in the situation. He would know what to do with the violins and the soulful tones curling words of longing into the air. And tired fulfillment. Maybe, he would know what to do with Sam but he doubts it. Or at least how to...be himself. Maybe then they wouldn't argue for once. Sam opens his eyes and looks over to see Bucky who stood, stone faced and deep in thought. The focus of his hooded stare was intense and Sam scoffed. The other man was being broody again.

"Are you even listening to the music or did you zone out again?" He shifts, slightly elbowing his companion and Bucky blinks, his thoughts shifting back to the present.

"You started talking, I couldn't help myself," Bucky quips and Sam let's out a soft scoft that becomes a short laugh. Bucky feels his own lips twitch.

"You gotta relax, man. You could beat a piñata with the stick you have up your ass," Sam shakes his head. That wide tooth smile is back but this time its less cocky and a little more warm. Bucky rolls his eyes and looks away. He does that a lot. At least he understood the reference this time.

Sam sighs and stops the music. He replaces the needle at the original point and let's it go. After a few seconds of crackling silence, the song fills the room again. Sam slaps the back of his hand gently against Bucky's chest and steps back with a mischievous grin on his face.

"Wanna dance, old man?"

Bucky gently freezes in shock but Sam catches it because he expected it, really. Its why he asked in the first place. He wants to shake up that tightly wound exposure that Bucky has at all times. And he was bored. Bucky was not a talkative person and their current predicament left them without many sources for entertainment. It'd been hours since they arrived, yet Sam was feeling the time pass under his skin like an itch. He was exhausted and body weary, but it was better to stay awake so he could orient to the new time zone. As a result, he couldn't help but pester the other man.

"No."

Sam just kept looking at him. His gaze was sleepy, but a twinkle of the earlier mischief still shined through. Similarly, his skin reflected the warmth of the sun as it clung to the early evening and seeped through the windows. It was lucky that they got to be above ground this time.

The staring lasted a long moment. Like it always did. Then Sam shrugged.

"I know dancing may not be a particular talent of yours-" but before he could finish, Bucky was in his space and the rest of Sam's sentenced disappeared with some of his bravado. Bucky was fast and his sudden closeness wasn't expected given the man's reservations a second ago. The sudden adrenaline that had sparked through Sam's started to fade too. He wasn't scared of his companion, but the man's behavior was largely still a mystery to Sam which meant that sometimes he was caught off-guard.

Bucky raised his right hand out, brow arched expectantly, and Sam took it with caution. The man's other hand rose to hover a few inches above Sam's hip, and it took a few moments before he realized Bucky was waiting for permission. His cheeks warmed and he hoped his complexion made it less obvious. He gently guided the metal hand until Bucky settled it on the jut of his hip, the surface cool and smooth under his soft hold.

"Aren't you a gentleman? Thats that old-school chivalry," Sam teased. Bucky pulled their bodies closer and smirked wryly.

"I aim to please." A new song had started and Bucky briefly tore his attention from the heat he felt spreading along his front. He hadn't danced in a long time. Not like this.

The current song featured a masculine husk crooning affections for the listener. It was accompanied by the distinct, steady tempo of a piano. Bucky felt his body catch the music, the way he'd been taught, quickly adjusting to an appropriate rhythm. Sam followed without much of a pause, finally starting to settle into the feelings of sharing this foreign intimacy with the familiar stranger who was holding him so damn gently. Even so, Bucky gripped him firmly like he'd catch Sam if he even thought about falling.

It was...nice. Nicer than Sam (or either of them, really) had expected. He hadn't been held in who knows how long. He was too busy and had mostly outgrown flings, but it wouldn't be fair to a potential partner if he randomly left on long missions that required little to no contact with those who didn't have the clearance. But that was kind of an excuse. Since everything that had happened, Sam hasn't much felt like having others in his space. He was a social person and owned that, sure. But it was hard to open up authentically as much as he teased Bucky about his tendency to isolate himself. He tries to take the advice he regularly gives to the veterans he takes under his wing. Its enough to sustain his close relationships, including whatever he has going on with One Armed Wonder, but he has little energy to offer anyone else. He has to remind himself that thats okay.

Without thinking, Sam realized he had sunk his head into the crook of Bucky's shoulder. He had started to drift, still following the gentle sways of his partner's body like a boat welcoming the gentle rocking of small waves after a storm. Bucky hadn't said anything, luckily, so Sam remains in his position and enjoys the comforting sounds of soul that has wrapped around them.

He had finally put Bucky onto some real good conditioner after growing sick of the greasy tresses the man sported as the Winter Soldier. No judgement. Its hard to have a solid hair care routine as an international assassin for magic super Nazis. But now, it smelled like honeyed coconuts instead of the scentless, dollar brands he used to buy at random. Even though Bucky's hair was shorter, Sam still caught wiffs of it near his neck. It was more noticeable this close given the man's lack of cologne.

Bucky had noticed earlier when Sam's head dipped into his shoulder. Shortly after, he though he had heard soft snores, but the man's body had otherwise remained upright and solid like usual. He had continued to follow the pattern they'd set, so Bucky had just shifted his hand to his partner's lower back to provide support and kept their pace steady. Otherwise, he lost himself in the heat of Sam's hand and the confusing stillness that had settled in his chest. He felt...anchored. But that was Sam. He was strong and steady, and reliable, but just as capable of sinking as anyone else without the support he inarguable deserved. The support Bucky tried to provide.

Steve was gone now. He'd left the both of them to figure out the aftermath of everything that had happened. Bucky wondered if it hurt Sam like it hurt for him. He didn't blame his Steve; couldn't begrudge him that act of selfishness after all they'd been through. Without Rogers' strong presence between them, they had been left to scramble in the gap and reshape it for two. Sam had his family and Bucky had his therapist, but nobody could understand the them as much as the other, as different as they are. So here they are, slow dancing in a safehouse Rhodes had been generous enough to lend them on short notice. He was amicable towards Bucky, but the generosity was really for Sam. Bucky's neck itched, likely with dried sweat, and he sighed internally. He needed a shower.

The man worked his hand against Sam's lower back instinctually and the other man responds with a questioning hum tinged with sleepiness. Bucky doesnt have an answer so they continue in silence. The song had changed. It was a woman again. She was singing the Blues, if Bucky guessed correctly. He's been picking up more of the music Sam liked. It could be relaxing but full-bodied one moment or rich and thrilling the next.

So far, he has only worked his way up the mid-80s. Sam jokesthat his sensitive hearing isnt prepared for the young and hip tastes that dominate the charts, but he'll still sneak recent artists into his recommendations so Bucky isnt completely "out of the loop." Like always, Bucky would just roll his eyes, but now and again he closes them and try to imagine what Sam felt when listened to the music. Wonders at the connections the man shares with the melodies, and the histories curved into the lyrics. Some things, he couldn't ever understand, even if he tries. So, other times, he just listens.

Now, he's curled over his partner's slightly shorter stature, nose brushing the other man's temple. Sam was not a small man. He was built like a brick house. His upper body was strong, but his lower half was thick with muscle and padded by soft curves of flesh. Probably because he only does legs. Meanwhile, Bucky's own body is near the opposite: wide, sturdy chest that tapers to a firm waist and steady, straight legs. They contrast nicely, Bucky thinks. Filling up the spaces the other doesn't. For two people of their size, they still manag to fit snugly with little space between their bodies. Any closer, and Bucky isn't sure how he'd handle the proximity. He feels lulled into the calmness of the evening that had unexpectedly crept up on them in the quiet of everything around them, save for the music.

The two danced a bit longer, but eventually Sam's body grew too weary after the lack of sleep. With hesitancy, they quietly parted after the final notes of the song slipped from the record player. Bucky turns stopped the music while Sam flops into the nearby couch. His growing exhaustion does not stop him from throwing a smirk Bucky's way which the man met with his regular deadpan stare.

"Not bad. Not a single hip replacement necessary. I'd say thats a success for two old men." Sam quipped. Bucky stayed silent.

"You're not old," he finally said. He hadn't moved from his spot by the record player.

"Hmmm. Well, compared to you, 42 isn't that old." Sam lets his eyes close again but Bucky clears his throat, causing one of them to open in question.

"There's a bedroom upstairs," he explains carefully. They've been on the move for some time now with little time for real rest. If Sam was going to finally sleep then it should be in a real bed, at least.

Sam lets out out a quick laugh, "if you think you can butter me up with a dance-"

Bucky cuts off his teasing with a quick glare. If there was ever a moment being the Winter Soldier has served him, it was now. Otherwise, the heat he could feel trying to redden his ears would send Sam into a fit of hysterics.

"I did a perimeter check when we arrived. There's three bedrooms upstairs. All of them have en-suites bathrooms so take your choice," Bucky grumbles out, avoiding eye contact with his counterpart. The earlier stillness he had felt was slowly disappearing now that they were interacting again. His nerves were more taxed than before. He'll analyze that later. Maybe with his therapist, but she was kind of petty, so maybe not.

Sam's teasing smirk has settled into something a little more kind as he rises frim his seat and crosses the room to where Bucky stands. He roughly claps the other man's arm a couple of times before settling the familiar weight of his hand at the ball of Bucky's shoulder.

"I'm just messing with you, man. Thanks though. That couch would do my back in after being thrown by that explosion. Luckily, you were there to provide some cushioning," he says with that toothy smile. Before Bucky can respond, Sam bids him goodnight and slowly makes his way upstairs. Bucky watches him go, dry-mouthed and slightly confused. Once Sam has completely disappeared from view, Bucky takes in his surroundings and feels the emptiness of the room without Wilson's presence.

He'll do one more perimeter check then turn in for the night. Even he can feel the pullings of sleep. Maybe tonight, he'll dream about dancing.

#Spotify #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky #winterfalcon #tfatws #fatws #this was not supposed to be a fic #but it turned into one #mcu marvel #cliche #fics #edit later

[coco96]

LDAF - TS Parental/Familial

TONY STARK - PARENTAL

On The Off Chance (Tony Stark X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Mention of spitting in a drink and some threats of violence, and mention of violence Request: Tony stark parental figure with “i know you’re joking but on the off chance you aren’t, no”

Arranged Plans Cancelled (Peter Parker X Fem!Stark!Reader) Warnings: Bad friends Request: Stark!Reader is often hurt by others, like people will arrange plans + blow her off/friends will make plans in front of her + not invite her. people will get her to do their homework for them bc they know she can’t say no. Peter Parker thinks its really unfair but she handles it really well + doesn’t make a fuss. one day Steve/Tony/someone accidentally upsets her (maybe they cancel plans she’s been really looking forward to or something) and Peter just loses it. she’s really shocked that he noticed and he’s standing up for her. She goes to Midtown too …

Homework Struggles (Tony Stark X Fem!Teen!Reader) Request: What about a reader x father figure tony where the reader is really struggling in school and feels like she’s failing him but instead of being upset he just helps them out and discovers they have adhd and gets them the help they need?

Accidentally Coming Out (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) Warnings: Accidentally coming out, fear of homophobia Request: … reader accidentally makes a comment about being gay and panics bc she’s not out to him yet? And she tries to run away but someone catches her and brings her home?

Taking the Lead (Tony Stark X Son!Reader) Warnings: Spoilers to Infinity War and Endgame, death Requests: … the one who survives in infinity turns to dust and the one did is alive. the reader didn’t urn to dust and he missed his father, even throught they don’t have nice relationship. he learns that he has a sister and he helped to take care of them as he is like a father figure to Morgan. when endgame happened, the reader do the snap. it like the reader do the snap instead of tony

More Like Pepper (Tony Stark X Teenage!Reader) Request: Could I request a fic where the reader is Tony’s kid but lowkey has no time for the teams shit and is savage?

Hiding Hickies (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) Warnings: Hickies/bruises Request: Would you be open to writing a tony x daughter reader where the daughter goes out with a boy for the first time and has to hide hickies? And tony finds out and she’s expecting him to freak out but he just accepts it and is really chill about it?

Metallic Limbs (Peter Parker X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Mention of injury and loss of limbs, mention of surgery Request: … Reader is a quadruple amputee after the Chitauri attack in Manhattan. Tony, As the one who found her in the rubble, feels inclined to watch over her and help her in any way he can. So he has her fitted with state of the art cybernetic limbs. Years later, reader is coming to the avengers HQ to get a tune up and she meets the friendly neighbourhood sideman without the mask. Tony is unsure if he’s okay with them being so chummy together.

Never There (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) Warnings: Absent father, swearing, threatening Request: ... reader has been under Tony’s financial care since she was a child but he never saw her as his child and saw no need to spend time with her until after the Ultron situation. But with all the years or ignorance, is the damage already done?

Science Fair (Tony Stark X Son!Reader) Warnings: Mention of neglectful parent Request: Son male reader x tony stark where tony wants to be better of a parent than Howard to male reader

Bitten (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) Warnings: Blood, near death Request: One more please if available. Tony stark and daughter were she gets bitten by a vampire and tony and team are extremly worried and strange is the only one that can save her? Fluff and angst. Pepper is her mom.

Left Behind (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) Warnings: Mention of death of a parent, a wittle bit of swearing Request: … Tony wants to adopt a kid and he choiced the reader. But the reader is actually Tony’s child by blood m, but he doesn’t know that. and she knows that she is relateted and hates Tony for ‘leaving’ her. …

Looking for Advice (Tony Stark X Son!Reader) Request: Could you maybe do a tony stark x son male reader where the male reader ask for advise to ask a girl out

Dentist Appointment (Tony X Daughter!Reader) Request: Could you write one where the reader needs to have oral surgery to remove some problem teeth but she’s petrified to make the call. But she’s in tears all nigh from the pain? Her dad Tony stark, makes the call behind her back cause he hates seeing her in pain. When they arrive at the hospital she nearly freaks out saying he betrayed her so he hugs her and says it will be ok; but when he did that he also got her in the neck with a sedative to knock her out to make it easier on everyone? Lol

Session (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) TRIGGER WARNING: SELF HARM AND DEPRESSION Request: … reader is Tony’s daughter and has a history with self harming so he sends her to therapy for depression. Tony went to intro session with y/n and she says that she doesnt cut anymore and still maintains the lie and then Tony begins to notice all of the signs that point to her self harming and realises she never actually stopped? If thats okay? If not, i understand?

Dip (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) Warnings: Depression, self-doubt Request: Tony stark x daughter reader where her grades slip bad because of depression and she panics but Tony’s there for her and makes sure she knows it’s okay to fail?

Helping (Avengers X Teen!Reader) Warnings: Bulimia, throwing up, bullying, self conscious reader. Request: I was wondering if you would write one where the reader is Tony’s daughter (although all of them are protective of her) and she has bulimia and she gets caught purging by one of the team members.

Feeling Loved Again (Father!Tony X Teen!Reader) Warnings: Swearing Request:I had an idea. Where the reader is Tony Starks daughter (15-16 yr old) but she lives with her mom. She’s kind of tomboyish and dyes her hair funky colors so her mom gets sick of it and drops her off at the tower unexpectedly and tells tony she’s his problem now. So he gladly signs the custody papers. He totally adores her and celebrates her first night with him with take out and movies with the whole team.

Parker! (Peter Parker X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Bit of bullying, angry over protective dad. Request: Tony Stark’s daughter is popular and in a band and at a concert, Peter is getting picked on for being alone so Reader goes and kisses him and hugs him, surprising everyone with their secret relationship, much to Tony’s disapproval.

Five Days (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) SERIOUS WARNING: EATING DISORDER Other Warnings: Bullying/ teasing Request: Hey love! I was wondering if you could write something along the lines of where the reader has been in recovery from an eating disorder and then has a hard relapse? Maybe with a platonic or father Tony Stark?

It’ll Work Out (Stony X Daughter!Reader) Warnings: Spoilers of Civil War, emotions Request: Hey can you do one where reader is stonys daughter and it’s just about how the family is torn apart lots of angst ends in fluff

New Environment (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) Warnings: Mentions of bad background and illegal activities. Request: Do you think you can do a roleplay where tonys daughter doesn’t come from the same background as him and maybe is coming from the ‘ghetto where she lived with her mom and she’s trying to act tough and stuff buts she’s actually really scared? …

Helping (Avengers X Teen!Reader) Warnings: Bulimia, throwing up, bullying, self conscious reader. Request: I was wondering if you would write one where the reader is Tony’s daughter (although all of them are protective of her) and she has bulimia and she gets caught purging by one of the team members.

Sit Down (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) Warnings: Injury Request: … reader sprains her ankle and still tries to do loads of things and won’t let it heal because she’s stubborn af and tony gets all protective? …

Fight Me (Peter Parker X Fem!Reader, Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) Warnings: Threatening (not serious) Request: Hey can I get a Tony x daughter reader where she’s always says fight me like someone says “I Was sitting there” and she says fight me ect. Anyway lots of fluff a little Peter x reader too- Og I forgot Tony x daughter reader fight me she like pure™ thanks😘

To Make You Happy (Tony X Daughter!Reader) Warnings: Hints of depression Request: … She’s been depressed and going through a rough time. So to cheer her up her dad gets her a kitten even though he isn’t fond of animals. He knew she always wanted one. And she does start to cheer up and they share a dad daughter fluffy moment.

My Daughter (Tony X Daughter!Reader) Warnings: Mention of death of a parent Request: … Tony has a teenage daughter he didn’t know about but the mom dies, so he takes custody and introduces her around and just overall becomes a dad of a teenager? (You don’t have to if it makes you uncomfortable)

Supporting Dad (Tony Stark X Reader) Request: Could you do reader being Tony’s kid and they’re as smart as him and decide to go into music instead of inventing? Like with Tony being the super proud band parent at every concert or somth about him being supportive

Caring Father (Tony X Daughter!Reader) Warnings: Self Conscious reader, protective father, verbal abuse, body shaming Request: … reader who is on the phone with their mom and Tony (their bf, or dad, you choose!), being the overprotective dad/bf he is, has been noticing that the reader has been skipping meals. Like, the reader would only eat around lunchtime, and sometimes dinner, but thats it. He overhears her mom chastising her about how the reader needs to lose weight, ect. Can it be really fluffy?

Delirious (Tony X Daughter!Reader) Warnings: Sickness Request: Tony stark x daughter request? Where she’s sick with a really high fever and completely delirious and keeps saying crazy shit. As concerned as tony is he can’t help not to laugh at some of her antics so he takes video. When she’s better he shows her the video and they both share a laugh over it.

Bookworms (Loki X Fem!Reader) Request: Hey could I request one where the reader is Tony’s daughter and she does a bunch of reading with Loki, but finds out he hasn’t read Harry Potter, freaks, and makes him read all of them?

Your Daughter (Tony X Daughter!Reader)     |     Part 2 Warnings: Minor Spoilers of Civil War Request: ... reader is Tony’s teenage daughter and he doesn’t know about her and during the airport scene in Civil war this teenage girl arrives in an iron man suit and stops the fight and Tony’s like who are you and then she’s replies with “your daughter” ...

Telling Him (Peter Parker X Male!Reader) Warnings: Mentions of coming out and past murder Request: ... reader is Tony’s son (probably an adoption situation?) and is closeted gay… maybe after Peter is already a part of the avengers, and not during Civil War? ...

I’m Here Now (Tony X Daughter!Reader)     |     Part 2 Warnings: Mention of car crash, death, injury Request: ... Her and her mom got into a bad accident. The mom dies and reader needs a blood transfusion so when the drs test her they match her to Stark. He gets the call and rushes over. Realizing he’s a dad to a teenage girl now he has the team ready a room and he welcomes her into his heart and makes her feel extra special since she lost her mom.

Who Is It? (Tony X Daughter!Reader)     |     Part 2 Request: ... Tonys daughter is sitting in the living room being like ‘hey I hacked into your system 'cause I’m your super smart daughter and have no where else to go’ and Tony starts to get really protectiv over her. And then finds out that she is falling in love with Peter, but Tony is basically the last one to find out? ...

Missing My Voice (Tony X Fem!Reader, Peter x Fem!Reader)     |     Part 2 Warnings: Blood, surgery, needles, injury Request: ... reader loves to sing and play the guitar and a ton of other instruments but goes mute during a mission (due to an injury), and how it impacts Peter and Tony? And can Tony like, go to a ton of doctors and stuff to try and find a solution? ...

Sit Down (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) Warnings: Injury Request: ... reader sprains her ankle and still tries to do loads of things and won’t let it heal because she’s stubborn af and tony gets all protective? ...

Being Tony Stark’s Adopted Daughter Would Include…

Be Careful (Tony X Daughter!Reader, Peter X Fem!Reader)     |     Part 2 Warnings: Blood, getting shot Request: ... reader is Tony’s teenage daughter who’s dating Peter and she’s just the type of person everyone loves but she’s also a really good hacker and fighter so she does missions sometimes and she ends up getting shot? ...

Caring Father (Tony X Daughter!Reader) Warnings: Self Conscious reader, protective father, verbal abuse, body shaming Request: ... reader who is on the phone with their mom and Tony ... has been noticing that the reader has been skipping meals. Like, the reader would only eat around lunchtime, and sometimes dinner, but thats it. He overhears her mom chastising her about how the reader needs to lose weight, ect. ...

Approving (Peter Parker X Reader, Tony X Daughter!Reader) Request: ... Tony says to his daughter that he doesn’t like the idea of them dating but behind her back he’s talking to the Avengers about how happy he is that his daughter found a good guy. ...

Warning Signs (Tony and Peter X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Mentions of Domestic abuse Request: ... reader goes to peter Parkers school and she also started interning at the avengers tower as a lab assistant? She gets along with the team and considers them family. She ends up not showing up at school or the tower for a few days so Peter goes to her house to check on her and finds out she’s being abused by her parents. ...

Parental Advice (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader)     |     Part 2 Warnings: Teasing Request: ... Tony goes on with his life as an Avenger and all and it’s getting harder on him ... Meanwhile, you’re struggling with your social life ... you become pretty lonely and your favorite place is the tower with the avengers ... Finally, one morning, you and Tony are both up early(like, 4 am) and you talk to each other about your troubles. ...

Being Pepper’s Adopted Daughter and Tony Adopting You Would Include…

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TONY STARK - FAMILIAL

A Little Dense (Tony Stark X Sister!Reader, Clint Barton X Fem!Reader) Warnings: A bit of swearing Request: Clint and tony’s sister. You are trying to tell him that Clints gonna be a dad and tony is gonna be a uncle? The rest of the team finds out at the end. Some cute and fluff.

Meeting Her Husband (Loki X Stark!Reader) Warnings: Pregnancy Request: Tony and sister reader: he and the team discover you are in a secret relationship with Loki and you both are happily married and you are a few months pregnant with loki’s baby and he is not happy about it.

A Little Talk (Tony Stark X Brother!Reader)     |     Part 2 Warnings: Swearing, alcoholism Request: one with Tony as your big brother and you’re both going through a hard time or something?

Unfinished Business (Tony X Brother!Reader) Warnings: Death, death of parents, presumed death, a lot of emotions coming your way Request: … Reader is Tony Starks brother who, at a young age, runaway and now is coming back at Tony? But like Reader has some sort of a supernatural power like seeing ppl? …

I Still Love You (Bucky Barnes X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Spoilers of Civil War Request: With the stark reader and Bucky one, can you do where he blames himself for the death of readers and Tony’s parents, but she still loves him, even though Tony doesn’t allow it. Eventually Tony and reader have a heart to heart and gives her his blessing. Bucky puts aside his guilt?

Passing The Test. (Pietro X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Death threats, unplanned pregnancy, minor violence. Request: … reader being Tony´s sister. She dates Pietro for a long time and gets pregnant, and the avengers find out (exept tony) and their reaction, and at the end Tony realize because of her tummy and wants to kill pietro but at the end he is proud …

Better Choice (Tony Stark X Cousin!Reader, Peter Parker X Reader) Warnings: One swears and mentions of bed relationships and breakups Request: The reader is Tonys younger cousin (teenager) and she starts falling for Peter and tony just pets it happen because he’s better than any boyfriend the reader has had before

Where’s Nat? (Avengers X Teen!Reader) Warnings: Blood. Looooots of blood. Request: teen reader has period and goes to avengers for help but Nat isn’t home – Tony is her uncle!

Overprotective much? (Avengers X Fem!Reader) Warnings: One swear word, threatening, flirting, drinking and attempted murder by an overprotective brother. Request: ... reader is Tony´s sister and she is really beautiful (thats why Tony won´t introduce her) and the avengers are surprised and start bothering Tony and he gots really jealous and protective ...

#marvel cinematic universe #tony stark #iron man #tony stark x reader #iron man x reader #marvel #mcu #lazydoodlesandfanfic #lazydoodlesandfanfic masterlist

[sarah-writes-marvel]

Family Matters: Bucky x fem!Reader

S.S: Hello again! Another fic for you folks! This one was really based off myself and my persepectives for my future but I hope that you all like it.

Warnings: Slight panic attack, not much, mentions of children (is that a warning?) showering together but nothing sexual

Word Count: 1,636

MASTERLIST

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“Uncle Bucky!” Morgan’s sweet voice entered the room before she was in sight. The sound of her feet running against the linoleum of the compound echoed just as loudly.

I smiled at Bucky as he stood up to greet the little girl running towards him from the hallway, bracing himself for her hug.

“Hey there MiniMo. How's it going?” He asked as he knelt to her height watching her smile grow on her face as she bounced on her toes.

“Can we go to the park? Daddy said it was alright while he worked.” Morgan begged.

“You just got here Maguna. Take a chill pill.” Tony said as he finally showed up in the common room.

“But dad, it's so pretty outside!” She whined turning towards Tony.

“And it'll be just fine a little later too. You need breakfast first missy.” He smirked as he readjusted his sling. “Say Hi to Aunt Y/n/n too. She’s looking a little dejected.” 

I smiled as Morgan enthusiastically waved at me with her toothy grin before turning back to Bucky.

Despite their differences, Tony and Bucky had created a peaceful relationship. Tony still had some precautions but after speculation he realized where he had been mistaken and had finally accepted Bucky’s profuse apologizes about Hydras doing. Though Tony was very protective over Morgan, especially after his snap, Morgan had been the one to really connect the two parties. She broke Bucky out of his shell even more, probably even helped him more than I had through Steves leaving. 

Bucky was amazing with Morgan. He treated her as if she was his younger sister like in the 40’s with Becca. He had told me once that Morgan’s smile reminded him of her. Other than Tony he had become the most protective of the girl. It was adorable. He always offered to babysit if Tony and Pepper had business or just needed a night off and if there wasn't a mission that had to be done.

Tony pulled Morgan along to the kitchen and Bucky had rejoined me on the couch, watching me complete the sudoku puzzle I was working on. I could feel the nervous energy coming from him as if he wanted to say something.

“What’s on your mind Buck?” I asked, not looking away from my puzzle.

“Huh, oh. Just thinking that's all.”

“Want to indulge me? I can feel your anxiety radiating from you.” I teased him, turning to see his sweet face.

“Do you want kids?” he asked bluntly. My heart dropped to my stomach and the smile that was on my face had faded as soon as the words left his mouth. “I mean like after we get married or something. I know we've only been dating for like a year or so, but we've never talked about this.” he said his hands fiddling in his lap as he watched my reaction.

“I- uh. I- well ummm I-”

“Uncle Bucky! Lets go to the park! Please!! Daddy said it was alright now!” Morgan interrupted my flustered stuttering.

“Ok MiniMo. I'll be right there. Go put on your jacket.” He smiled as she skipped away back to the door. “I didn't mean to upset you. We can talk about it later. I’ll see you in a bit.” he said before kissing my head and following Morgan out the door.

I watched his retreating form with tears glazing my eyes. My vision shifted from the hallway to see Tony standing in the doorway of the kitchen, his arm crossed over his chest and a sympathetic look on his features.

“Need to talk about something? I don't have to be in the lab yet.” He offered, moving towards me.

“I- I- He’s gonna hate me.” I whispered.

“Why’s that?” he sat down next to me, his good arm slug around the back of the couch.

“He asked if I wanted kids, probably because he wants them but I don't. I can't. He’s gonna hate me.” I turned to Tony.

“Did he explicitly say that he wanted kids? That he wanted to start a family with you.”

“No but -”

“EH- stop. If he didnt straight up say he wanted kids then don't be so worried. He’s asking what you want in the future.” he said.

“But what if he wants a family. I can't give him that Tony. I can't give him what he had, what he might want.” 

“And if he truly loves you it won't be a problem. He might want a family but there are other ways to have kids.”

“No Tony, you don't understand. I don't want to have children at all. I can't deal with the stress of raising someone. I don't want to have a child just to mess them up because I’m not mother material.”

“Pepper thought that for a while. She doubted her ability but now look, we've got this amazing daughter.”

“You're not listening to me. I'm not mother material. I'm a mercenary. Pepper is an executive Business woman. She knows what it's like to have a family, how a child should be raised. I have no idea what that's like. I didn't have that luxury, I wouldn't know where to start. She doubted herself for a moment in life, I on the other hand have known forever that I will never be good enough to be a mother, whether it was my own child or adopted. I'm not made for that life.” I argued, the pain settling in my chest.

“Come on Y/n/n, you can't seriously believe that.” Tony said.

“I 100% do. I was raised as a killer, not a lover. I don't nurture things. I manage to kill everything I touch in time.” I stated, “I'm gonna go shower. Good luck with your projects.” I said before walking out of the room.

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I closed the bedroom door behind me and tossed my sudoku book onto the unmade bed. I looked at the clock on the wall watching the hands move. I began pacing along the carpet lost in my thoughts. Bucky's face ingrained in my memory, the way his eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, the lines creased on his forehead, the way his eyes flitted to mine after he asked the question of curiosity swimming within and a hopeful gleam.

Of course he would want a family. He grew up with a sister and a loving mother. And Steve was practically his brother. Why wouldn't he want a daughter or a son of his own. He loves Morgan and he loves spending time with her so of course he's pictured himself with his own children one day.

I ran a hand over my face trying to wipe away the worry. I pulled my shirt over my head dropping it onto the floor with my sweatpants before walking into the bathroom. I turned the water to the hottest setting possible watching the room fill with steam almost immediately.

The water cascaded around me, trailing off my fingertips and dripping from my hair. The cool tile of the floor underneath my huddled form wasn't noticeable with the steaming water hitting my back. My arms were wrapped around my legs as I sat on the floor of the shower, my head leaning against the wall reimagining the look that Bucky had given me. It had morphed to a pained look, one of disgust, of hatred. 

“Hey Y/n? Everything alright? Tony said you needed to talk to me.” Bucky's voice broke me from my trance. I heard the bathroom door open and close behind him. He knocked against the tinted glass door to the shower. “Can I join you?”

“If you want to.” I said quietly, pulling myself off the floor as he got undressed and stepped in. His hands wrapped around my waist.

“What's going on doll?” HIs deep voice whispered as he left kisses on my shoulder.

“Maybe we should break up.” I said quietly. His grip loosened a little and his kisses stopped.

“What are you talking about?”

“I just don't want to hold you back from something you want.” I said.

“Is this about what  I asked earlier? Because I didn't mean that we had to have kids now. I know that our lives are still kinda hectic. We can wait. I don't mind.” he said, his hands turning me to face him.

“I can't have kids. Even if I could I don’t want kids. And you obviously want a family. I can't give you that. I can't give you what you had growing up. I can't give you a loving family like you want.” tears were freely streaming down my cheeks.

“We don't need kids to have a loving family. I have you. That's enough for me.” he reassured, his hands cupping my face.

“But you want kids. I see how you act with Morgan. You adore her.” I said.

“I do adore her, but that doesnt mean I want kids. I adore you much more than risking losing you over wanting children. I'm fine without kids. We can have a dog instead.”

“But- I-”

“Stop. Listen to me closely; I don't need children to have a family with you. It can just be me and you. I don’t care just as long as I’m sharing my future with you.” he said gently but stern. “Now come on, let’s get out and go play with Morgan, ok?”

I simply nodded and followed his lead out of the shower. He took my towel and dried me off gently, finishing by placing a kiss on my lips.

“I love you, you know that.” he smiled tilting my chin up to meet his gaze.

“I love you too. I'm sorry.”

“There's nothing to apologize for, doll. Nothing at all.” he said with another smile before crushing me in a hug.

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S.S: Hope you like this! I saw a tiktok with Sebastian being amazing with kids and it was adorable but like at the same time I lowkey despise kids because they come from a special place in hell so this story came out. Anyways.... thanks fro reading!!

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[turtle-steverogers]

Team Bonding

fr when was the last time i posted like,,, a fic on here. like a tumblr fic. damn. anyway. ummmmmmmm this is just your.... typical steve freaks out and the avengers are awesome um yah ok ok 

warnings: panic attack, vomiting (basically steve watches the titanic and doesnt have a very fun time)

word count: 2575

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If Steve was being brutally honest with himself, he was fucking tired of hearing about “the classics”. Irrelevant people butting their noses into his business, tipping him off to what movies were, “the best of the best!” and “absolute must sees!” He appreciated what they were trying to do, but after a while, it felt like people were more or less just trying to garner a slice of his 21st century experience, and quite frankly, he liked doing things better by himself. It was much more appealing to park himself in front of his laptop, nothing but his own quietude to keep him company as he combed through different wikipedia rabbit holes and caught up on movies and TV shows that were apparently crucial to his very existence.

Most were subpar and honestly, he preferred the copious amounts of popcorn he treated himself to on these solo date nights, but some things surprised him. Like Indiana Jones. He liked Indiana Jones. He was neat, and Marion reminded him vaguely of Peggy. 

Still, he supposed he should have seen it coming when Clint came to collect him from his floor one evening, that sort of eager-puppy energy he carried around with him vaguely prickling the back of Steve’s neck.

“C’mon, man,” he was saying. Steve leaned against the door jamb, tired. He was going to concede, but Clint was rambling and Steve knew better than to interrupt him. “It’s, like, certifiably the best love story ever. You need to watch it--”

And there it was again. That fucking claim. You need to watch this! You haven’t seen that? 

No. He hadn’t. He’d been a little busy, you know, being dead.

“--And the acting is all so raw and it’s just-- Leo DiCaprio-- you know who that--”

“--Yes. I saw Blood Diamond--”

“--Oh, you did? Well, anyway, he rocks in this and--”

“Clint,” Steve cut him off smoothly. “I’ll come, don’t sweat it too hard.”

Clint looked positively elated. “You will?” he exclaimed. “Awesome, yeah, it’s gonna be the whole team. I mean, that’s good right? You’re cool with that? You gotta be, you’re the one who mentioned team bonding that one time--”

“Yes,” Steve cut in again. “I’m alright with that. Give me a minute to change, and I’ll be right down?” He was still in his gym clothes from two hours ago. He meant to take a shower, but he’d sort of… ran out of energy. The sweat had cooled by now anyway. He smelled fine.

“Oh! Yeah, no problem.”

Which was how Steve found himself in a pair of sweatpants and an old SHIELD t-shirt, squashed in between Natasha and Bruce on the communal couch. Someone had handed him a huge bowl of popcorn and Steve was pleasantly surprised to find that it was flavored with some sort of cheese powder.

“White cheddar,” Bruce said, holding up a little blue shaker bottle when he heard Steve’s appreciative hum. “They’re, uh, sort of like seasoning, but for popcorn specifically. They come in all different kinds of flavors.”

“Oh, neat,” Steve said, around another handful of popcorn. He liked Bruce. He seemed to get Steve in that quiet, brutally raw sort of way. A quiet kinship. They didn’t talk about it, but he never made him feel condescended, so Steve decided that was okay.

“I think I fixed it!” Tony said, stepping out from behind the ginormous movie screen where, presumably, he’d been fixing a volume problem. The screen had been frozen on the first frame of the movie for nearly ten minutes. “Okay, okay, let’s see…” he pressed play. Music poured through the speakers on either side of the TV, loud enough so that everyone cringed and Steve nearly dropped the popcorn bowl in his haste to cover his ears. He always managed to forget how damn loud the world could be when he let himself get comfortable.

“Sorry, sorry!” Tony hissed, turning the volume down to a much more tolerable level. “Okay, there. Okay, shh everyone. Gotta let Capsicle--”

“--Just Steve, Tony--”

“--Gotta let Just Steve get the full experience.”

Steve rolled his eyes, but settled in to watch.

The film was honestly better than Steve had been expecting, if not a little… itchy in that way period films tended to be for him. The themes of poverty and love were pretty well-rounded, but they hit just close enough that he almost cringed at the far-fetch’d beauty of it. 

Still, his fingers itched for a pencil as Jack guided a pencil over the worn sheaf of paper. The dim light, the faint scratch of the pencil, the forbidden love. It was familiar. Steve could almost smell the salty City air, afternoons spent under the dim lights of candles so they could see even with the curtains drawn-- a semblance of privacy amongst the compact vulnerability of his and Bucky’s shitty little tenement. 

Draw me like one of your french girls, Rose had said, and Steve’s eyes drifted towards the wall, Bucky’s voice echoing through his head.

“‘Course I want you to draw me. I ain’t denying my vanity, Stevie,” he teased, but his eyes were soft. “Pal, you could draw a stick of butter and I’d still wanna watch. It ain’t about me here.”

There was a soft touch to his arm and Steve blinked out of his reverie. Natasha was watching him, a neutral look on her face that Steve had finally learned to recognize as concern. He shook his head minutely, offering her a smile. She nodded and looked back at the TV.

The rest of the movie passed without much excitement. The acting was pretty good and Steve had even gotten to a point where he could recognize the filmmaking as something like revolutionary for the time it came out. He was quicker on the cultural uptake than people gave him credit for, but that was neither here nor there. He laughed with everyone else, let himself grow somber when the atmosphere lent that mood, and generally, it was a nice time. He hadn’t gone to any movie nights before this, but he thought maybe he’d start going to more.

And then the ship hit the iceberg.

Steve wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting. Obviously, he knew of the Titanic-- he knew, historically, what happened to it. But for some reason, it hadn’t quite hit him while watching the movie that he was going to have to see the catastrophe go down.

There was a loud creaking of ice on metal as the collision occurred on screen and Steve felt himself go still-- body rigid and tense as the deafening noise played through the speakers. His heart slammed in his chest and he felt his palms start to sweat. He knew that sound-- he knew that--

--He blinked, shaking his head. Movie. Watch the movie. There was a panicked scramble on screen. Characters rushing to amend the situation, more metal creaking and groaning and breaking as dark, foamy water broke through the sides of the ship and Steve could taste it, he could taste the water flooding into the cabin, hitting him from the left as it took the plane down in a harsh--

--He twitched, shaking his head. He was being silly. There were moments of reconciliation as the scenes rapidly flashed between water flooding the ships cabins and peaceful moments of civility. A calm before the storm. A final dance before death.

I’m gonna need a raincheck on that dance…

There was a sudden crash as water blasted through into the work quarters and Steve jumped, watching transfixed as unforgiving torrents pushed workers over, flooding them, drowning them, and they were falling, slipping, sliding, panicking as certain death met them at the halfway point, and Steve knew it must be cold. So cold. Suffocating and unforgiving as it flooded their lungs, saltier than they probably imagined, heavy and awful and--

“Stark, turn the movie off.”

The room went abruptly silent. Steve realized his eyes were closed, chest heaving as he sat, hunched over his lap, hands fisted in his hair.

The popcorn wasn’t on his lap anymore. When had he moved? He couldn’t breathe and he was so cold and someone needed to save those guys, someone needed to--

“Steve,” a gentle voice cut into the roaring waves crashing in his head. Bruce. That was Bruce speaking. “Can you hear me, Steve?” 

Steve nodded, pulling his hair harder. He couldn’t breathe. Was he drowning again? Surely that was impossible. If Bruce was talking to him, he couldn’t be drowning again, but-- but the water-- and-- and the cold--

“Good, that’s good, Steve,” Bruce. Bruce again. It was Bruce. “Can I touch you?”

Touch. Touch. No touch. He was so cold. He wanted to stop being cold, but he was certain if someone touched him right now, he would lose his goddamn mind. More so than he already had.

“That’s alright,” Bruce sounded steady. Calm. So calm. Why couldn’t Steve calm down? “That’s okay. You think you can do something for me?”

Something… for Bruce? Could he? Could he do anything right then? If he couldn’t breathe, how could he do anything-- and he-- he felt sick--

He opened his mouth to answer and vomited between his feet, straight onto the carpet. Someone in the room hissed sympathetically. Steve wanted to crawl somewhere and die.

“Oh, Steve,” Bruce seemed to be talking mostly to himself, but Steve felt his shoulders climb higher towards his ears. “Okay, Steve, I need you to listen to my voice. Just listen. I’m going to count and you’re going to breathe in time with my instruction, okay? Can you do that for me?”

Steve shook his head, choking on a sob. His chest hurt. Like someone had taken all of his ribs and replaced them with weights, flooding his lungs with-- with water-- and fuck, now he was thinking about the plane again. He felt his breathing tick up higher.

“I want you to try,” Bruce said. “With me. In,” he sucked in a breath. “One… two… three… four…”

Steve tried to suck in a breath, but all he managed to do was send himself into a coughing fit. Bruce kept counting. Steve wanted to tell him to wait-- slow down-- shut up--

He braced a hand over his chest. 

Bruce was still counting.

He wasn’t sure how much time passed, but eventually he found himself matching Bruce’s counts, eyes closed and the heels of his palms braced on his temples as he sucked in greedy, measured breaths. His heart was still slamming hard enough to make him tremble and he could smell his own sick wafting up from the ground, but at least he was breathing on his own.

Bruce trailed off. Silence hung thick in the air, the only noise Steve’s slow, shaking breaths. Shame burned around his ears. He didn’t dare look up.

Tony, predictably, was the one to break the silence. “I’m sorry, Steve,” he said, and Steve was surprised to hear honest regret in his voice. “I was the one who suggested we watch Titanic. I should have thought for more than two seconds about that…”

Steve shrugged. Embarrassment climbed from his stomach to his throat, threatening to choke him. 

Natasha spoke next. “Why don’t you go wash up?” It was an escape-- a way out-- and Steve took it graciously, keeping his head ducked down as he stood on shaking legs and rushed to the communal bathroom.

Inside, he locked the door and braced himself over the sink, splashing warm water on his face. He drank greedily from the tap. His reflection looked like shit-- he’d burst some blood vessels in his eyes, probably while vomiting, and his skin looked sallow and pale. He was trembling, sweat matting his hair to his forehead. He looked how he looked after a nightmare. This, he supposed, had kind of been like a nightmare. Though, he hadn’t been asleep.

Nightmares, he was finding, weren’t strictly exclusive to the nighttime. 

He supposed he’d always known that, though. 

He closed his eyes, bowing his head again. 

His emotions had been fucked to high hell since waking up from the ice. This hadn’t been the first of those awful… fits, and he was certain it wouldn’t be the last, but to have something like that happen in front of the team was a whole new level of mortifying. Fuck. He’d gotten sick. And he’d left it.

He felt the ceramic counter straining under his grip. Scowling, he let go.

He could slip off to his room, lock himself away until he could find some way to sneak out of the Tower and never talk to any of the others ever again. Even in this state, Steve knew that wasn’t viable in any sense. He sighed. Besides, he couldn’t just damn the others to clean up his mess. 

Stowing his pride, he dug some spare mouthwash out from behind the mirror and chugged some straight down, keeping a mouthful and swishing it around before spitting it in the sink. He still felt and looked like shit, but at least his breath would smell like wintergreen. 

The others were still gathered in the communal living room, watching what looked like a kid’s cartoon on TV. There was a distinct smell of cleaner in the air and Steve’s eyes landed on the ground where he’d gotten sick. It was clean. He let his eyes drop to the ground, ashamed.

“I’m sorry,” he said. The cartoon paused. He didn’t look at any of them. “I was going to clean up.”

“Nah, man, the only thing worse than freaking out is having to clean up after yourself while you still feel shitty,” Clint said, and Steve looked up. There was no pity in his gaze, only understanding. 

“Yeah, we’ve all been there,” Tony said. “Sucks, but hey, least we know now that Titanic is a no-no for you.”

Steve flushed, swallowing a few times. “Um, I guess,” he looked at Bruce. “Thank you.”

Bruce smiled. “No problem,” he said gently. “We’re watching Phineas and Ferb if you’d like to join us, but we understand if you’d like to go rest.”

“Phineas and Ferb?” Steve asked, guilt replaced with genuine confusion.

“Yeah,” Clint said, shoving a handful of popcorn in his mouth. “It’s my go-to when I have a bad day. Nothing like some good old platypus drama to cure life’s woes.”

Steve blinked. “I genuinely don’t know what to say to that.”

Clint barked out a laugh. “Join us, man! Don’t gotta talk if you’re not feeling it, but being alone after shit like that sucks.”

And Steve hadn’t had someone there for him after a breakdown-- not since the war. Not since Bucky. Every ounce of him wanted to run. Hide. Smooth out his face and slip on that mask of stoicism. But maybe… maybe he didn’t have to. Maybe he could let himself have this, if only this once.

“Sure,” he said, voice a little hoarse. He awkwardly sat back in between Natasha and Bruce.

Tony pressed play again and Steve smoothed his hands over his thighs, feeling out of place and a little cramped and--

Natasha settled, casually letting her feet rest on his lap. On his other side, Bruce leaned into his shoulder, a subtle, grounding pressure. Clint caught his eye and offered him some more popcorn.

Steve relaxed.

Yeah. He could let himself have this.

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thanks for reading, chiefs

yeah this was chatted about in one of the awesome discord groups im in so thanks guyysss lol

#marvel shit #marvel #Steve Rogers #marvel fic #steve rogers fic #Avengers #team bonding #yes #avengers fic #i love them all #dlakjfl #ok #crawling back into my hole #im definitely supposed to be doing homework

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

in ur ABO universe do omegas get periods, like maybe they only last 2 days before heat or ? If they do then could u do one where she gets a stain while they’re both sleeping and he comforts her, if they don’t have periods then that’s completely fine, your not obligated to do anything ❤️

So... Its a bit long and I got carried away cause well I really loved this ask. I had to write it on phone, so all errors are my own. Warnings- smut, talk of past abuse.

Word Count- 1.5k

You didn't even think about it when you woke up with tingles lacing through your body. Nothing alarming, just a need. You needed to feel your Alpha spread you open and fill you, his hands holding your down and those growls of his making demands. 

You should have thought about what it meant to be that horny, but you couldn't. Your Wolf whined at your lust, and you pressed in against Steve's side, your body, hot, seeking. He woke to you biting on his shoulder and smirking with a tease next to him. 

His eyes flashed in recognition and he pulled himself up to hover over you, cage you in against the bed. "Wound up Little One?" 

"Maybe? Maybe I just want to feel you." You rolled a bit to touch him but he grasped your hip instead, flipping you till your ass arched into the air, your face pressed into your pillow. Steve knelt behind you, looking while giving admiring strokes of his fingers between glistening folds. 

"Your drenched Little One, absolutely soaked." Giving the slightest tap against your clit, you bit the pillow and pressed your face into it to keep from yelping at the feeling. Arousal starting to run down your inside thigh, making Steve ache in his own need. 

His hand grasped around his shaft, slick with you, a couple pumps to coat himself before he pressed at your entrance. "Oh shit" he groaned as he sunk into your core, bottoming out with a dirty grind of hips sure to make you howl into the pillow and clamp around his cock. 

"I got you." Steve growled while grasping your hips and rocking you forward till he almost pulled out. Another hard thrust, angled just right had you nodding while hissing "right there Steve, harder right there." And he drilled that spot that might have made you embarrassingly wet around his cock, but your mind was in a scramble. Not thinking, just reacting. You just dug your fingers in those crisp white sheets and held on. 

The room filled with slapping hips against a plump ass from the way your back arched, Steve caging you in against the mattress that muffled your cries for more while he pinned your shoulder down with a hard bite and urgent growls against your ear. 

"Going to Fuck you stupid Little One, a mess in my bed" 

It was all you could ask for, and you withered into the mattress, thick cock splitting you open till you were crying. "Alpha! Please I want to cum, please"

Hearing your needing cries he splayed a hand against your clenched belly to hold you from collapsing, and his other found that little bud between your thighs, rubbing vigorously to make you spasm. "Oh! Alpha, Fuck. I'm gonna-" you twisted and wriggled underneath him, it felt so good, you couldnt help yourself.

"Do it, your Alpha demands it. Cum all over my cock, so pretty when you do Little One." He growled while a lap of tongue against your neck marked you with his scent. You started arching while locking around him, squeezing and milking for his seed, a soundless cry finally found a voice and it was his name you were screaming. 

Steve wasn't far behind you. "Fuck, oh Fuck, shit…" his hips slamming into you until he spilled, his knot swelling and locking inside of you while he slouched to his elbows, panting against your shoulder. 

"Alpha?" You said softly and he groaned in answer, tightening his arm around your stomach and rolled you two enough to get comfortable until he softened. You yawned and pressed your back against his chest, looking up at him, nuzzling your nose under his chin covered in that reddish tinged beard. "Goodnight." 

"Wake me up again if you need to." Steve chuckled against your hair while dropping a kiss to your temple. Now you were full and sated, it was easy to fall asleep. 

That next morning found you stretched on your stomach, warmth all over, you sensed Steve next to you, still sound asleep, and arm settled over his eyes to block out the light. 

You shifted to get up and felt the stickiness coating between your thighs. You paid it no mind, thinking it was just from last night. A shower would clean you right up. Untill you caught the rich iron scent. No! shit! You leaped up and there it was. A red damning stain on the white sheets, one you wouldn't be able to hide from Steve. Panic and some embarrassment start to creep up your neck as you try to think of what to do. 

<Calm down y/n, we can fix this. Steve won't be mad.>

They always disciplined us before if we ruined stuff. 

<Steve isn't Pierce.>

No, but what if it bothers him? You questioned irrationally, rushing into the bathroom to wash yourself, willing the water to warm. Maybe I can scrub it out. 

<Y/N! Would you stop please?> the Little Wolf pleaded, but you were stepping into the hot water, almost too hot and started scrubbing at your skin, feeling like you were dirty, Steve would find you dirty. 

Steve woke to hear the shower cranked and figured you were just getting ready for the day. Before his eyes slid closed, he shifted the blankets and found the stain. At first he was worried he might have hurt you, but then he caught the scent that you were close to your heat. 

<Must be why she's in the shower> 

Will just change the bedsheets and go check on her. Steve responded as his Wolf settled back into sleep. Quickly he had stripped the bed, and found darker sheets to put on, not worried about the incident. Or realizing you were in the midst of panic while in the shower. Knocking on the door, he was hit with a facefull of steam, and could see you on the other side of the curtain scrubbing under the spray. 

He was about to close the door for you when he heard a whimper above the water and he turned back. "Y/N? Little One?" No answer and he went to pull back the curtain to see you bright red from the water, and you went to turn it off, confused as to why you seemed upset. 

"I'm sorry Steve… I'm really sorry, please dont be mad." 

"Mad?!" He said with surprise and picked up a nearby towel, holding it open so you could step into it. "Baby, why would I be mad?" 

Hesitating, you stepped forward and Steve was careful to wrap it around you. When you grabbed the edges to hide yourself, he cupped your face, studying you a second. 

<She's scared.> the Wolf rumbled with unease, wanting to reassure you.

I can smell it… Steve agreed, and was careful to scoop you up, carrying you into the cooler bedroom.

"You're not mad I ruined the sheet?" 

Settling in a chair in the corner of the room, Steve situated you in his lap, his hand stroking along your bare thigh the towel didn't cover and his arm wrapped around your back for support. 

"I can just wash it Little One, I don't care there's a bit of blood on it." He said with confusion. His hand heavy as he rubbed along your leg, trying to ease your tension. He tilted his head and let his mouth brush along your neck, breathing in against the curve. You were still tense in his hold, and moving his hand, he gently grasped your chin to tilt towards him. "Why would you think I would be upset?" 

You couldn't look away, when he held you in his hold to face him like this, your instincts were to stay put, give him what he wants. The words bubbled up to answer. "Pierce and the others would punish us if we ruined something like that." You were quiet a moment before adding. "It won't happen again, I swear it." 

Steve's eyes widened as he realized you expected this from him, thought it was normal for partners to be disgusted and upset. 

Oh Little One no… Steve thought and his Wolf snarled in anger at what Pierce had done to make you fear him. 

"Never, ever would you make me angry, it's natural Little One. The sheet is nothing but a thing, and I will replace them every time if it bothers you to see a stain after it's washed." His forehead leaned against yours. 

Your eyes searched his for any sign of anger, but they were crystal clear and bright. There was no displeasure darkening them. You wrinkled your nose and gave a small apologetic smile and he pressed his lips to yours, nipping at them gently. "You wanna get dressed and I will take you off the mountain, into town? You can get supplies you need and we can have a morning out exploring?" When you nodded, he tapped your thigh gently to have you stand and get dressed. 

He wasn't mad!

< Of course not. He cares for you, he isn't going to be bothered by something that happens every month.> 

Steve was getting ready to take his own shower when you leaned against the door frame. It occurred to you how fucking lucky you were to have such a patient Alpha. "It really doesnt bother you?" 

Pausing a moment, he gave a shake of his head. "What kind of Wolf would I be if blood bothered me? Fuck its like a trigger. Knowing your close to heat again." He gave a smirking growl as he stepped in the shower, wriggling his brows at you while closing the curtain. You couldnt help but laugh at his suggestive teasing. 

"You are an animal." 

"Got that right Little One." He shot back while turning on the water. "Always will be." 

#amber writes #sweater writes #amber answers #the pack #alpha steve #alpha steve rogers

[aaron-despair]

Training with the devil (Maria Hill x Reader)

A/N: I don’t own any of the characters on this fic, they belong to Marvel.

Request: If you are still taking request the "You are Satan" Maybe R gets stuck training with Maria and R has heard rumors about how tough she is, and training proves to be just as gruesome as R was worried about, because Hill has been waiting to train with R and wants to show off how tough she can be. (also maybe Maria doesn't like R thinking of her this way so next training she goes easy on R, and R is now confused in this sudden change)

Warnings: none.

"You’re kidding me, right?!” You blurted out, and Steve flashed you an apologetic smile.

“No, I’m not. I’m sorry, (Y/N). Agent Hill is already waiting for you in the training facilities.” Steve said, walking away with Sam, who mouthed a ‘good luck’ to you before dissapearing around the corner. 

You were recruited two years ago, and in all that time you’ve always trained with Steve or Natasha. Despite being a Shield agent like her, you’ve never been paired up with Maria, but the rumors that some of the others told you were a bit frightening. You’ve always heard about how tough she could be during both simple training and on missions.

But today both Nat and Steve were out on different missions, so you got stuck with Maria for your training. You didn’t know what you feared more, the idea of getting stuck with the woman you had a slight crush on, or the fact that the same woman would absolutely kick you ass on the mat.

“I though you wouldn’t come.” Maria joked when you entered the room.

“Sorry for making you wait. So what’s today’s training about?”

“I was thinking about some basic training before sparring. I heard you were good at fighting.” She suggested and you only nodded, wanting to be done with this as soon as possible.

Later, after some completely gruesome exercises, you found yourself on the ground for the millionth time since you started sparring. 

“Another round, get up.” Maria said, already getting in fighting stance.

“The rumors were true, you are Satan...” You grunted, barely above a whisper, while you slowly stood up.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.” You sighed, and prepared yourself to end on the ground yet again. The training went on for another half an hour after that little exchange, and when it finally ended you were still laying on the mat, breathless. 

“You okay?” Maria asked concerned, helping you up.

“Yeah, I’ll live. Don’t worry.” You wheezed, stretching your aching limbs. “Good luck with your next mission, by the way. Hope everything goes smoothly.” You wish her, and Maria smiles again.

“Thanks.” And with a nod, you leave the gym. What you didn’t know, though, was that Maria did hear you before, when you were sparring, and the thought that you saw her that way pained her. So she made a mental note to make it up to you.

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Some weeks later, you got stuck training with Maria again. You stood outside for a few seconds more, preparing to get beaten by your crush once again, before finally entering the room and walking towards her.

“Hey.” You greeted with a smile, which Maria returned. “So, same plan as the other day?”

“Sure, that’ll be enough.” You two got to work right away, but you noticed that this time it wasn’t as intense as last time. Soon you found yourself again with her on the mat, ready to fight. Instead on an actual fighting stance, she adopted a defensive one, which confused you but you shrugged it off. 

You actually got to stand your ground for some minutes, but it was inevitable that you ended pinned under her again. “You’re getting better.” Maria mused while getting up, before sticking her hand out to help you.

“What are you doing?” You blurted out, and you almost facepalmed at how it sounded. “Sorry, that was a little harsh, but I don’t get it. Why are you so nice to me out of the blue?” 

“What?” Maria looked almost as confused as you did, prompting you to explain.

“I mean, the other day while training it was as if you were trying to beat me purposefully and today you’re going a bit easy on me? It just doesnt make sense to me.” You said, and when you looked up at her again, she was blushing.

“I- I’m sorry about the other day... I just-” She suddenly stopped, as if she was considering something. 

“You just what?” You asked softly, getting closer to her. “Maria, what’s wrong?”

“I like you!” She finally exclaims, leaving you frozen in place. “I just didn’t know how to deal with it and, well, the other day I was- kinda- trying to show off, but seems like I got carried away, I’m sorry.” She stuttered, making you chuckle. 

“You know, you’re adorable.” You tease, causing Maria to blush even more. “And I like you too. Just don’t try to show it by breaking my bones ever again.”

“Come on, it wasn’t that bad!” She countered, before pausing slightly. “Was it?” She muttered to herself, and you laughed again.

“You really got me bruised last time, you know? That’s why you didn’t see me at the compound those few days.” You snickered, showing her some of the faint marks that still didn’t heal completely.

“Oh god, I’m sorry.” Maria groaned, fingers lightly tracing your skin. “Let me make it up to you...” 

“How about taking me out on a date?” You quipped, making her roll her eyes amusedly.

“You sure like to tease me, don’t you?” She remarked. “But I’d love to go out with you, actually.” 

“What about Friday night?” You suggest.

“Perfect.” Maria confirmed, and you leaned in to kiss her, smiling into it when she kissed back.

“Then it’s settled, see you around, little devil.” You winked at her, having a feeling that she probably heard you the other day.

“You’re terrible.” She joked, before the two of you left the room, both wishing that Friday came up sooner.

Maybe training with the devil of Shield wasn't that bad.

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the movie - Steve x Reader

pairing: Steve x Reader

prompt: hi! can you write a steve x reader fic where they’re having a movie night with robin cause they’re all best friends but robin ends up leaving early cause she had something to do so it’s just reader and steve and they start cuddling, reader keeps moving herself to try and get comfortable and doesnt realize she’s grinding against steve and he’s super flustered and hard and: smut happens. thank you! (bonus points if it’s super slow and sensual)

word count: 1.8k

warnings: smut n swearin’

a/n: sorry this took so long but I hope you enjoy!

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Robin yawns loudly, then looks at her watch. “I think it’s time for me to head out.”

“What?!” you and Steve ask in unison.

“The movie just started,” you stress. “And Winona is in it – I know how much you like Winona!”

“Sorry,” she says, getting up with her jacket and shrugging it on. “The last two movies have been a blast, though.”

As Robin goes to leave, she gives Steve a subtle wink and he rolls his eyes. You and Steve had been dating for a while but had never really gotten much alone time – Robin dips out to give you both some space.

You say your goodbyes and then it’s silence, except for the television.

“We don’t have to keep watching,” you say. “You can go home.”

“No,” he says quickly. “No, I – I like Winona, too.”

You nod, smiling happily, and scoot closer to him. Steve blushes, but you don’t see it – it’s a little too dim right now, anyway. Your hand reaches for his and you wrap your fingers together, leaning slightly into him. The position gets uncomfortable quickly, however.

“Steve?” you ask timidly.

He hums in response.

“Can we – lay down?”

Steve swallows hard, blood rushing to his cheeks. “Yeah, th- that would fine.”

You both lay down, Steve wrapping an arm tightly around you, the other going underneath. You enjoy the feeling of his warmth on your back, smelling his cologne and detergent. You’re stiff for a few minutes before relaxing into him – you’d never cuddled like this before. It’s nice and you feel safe, as does Steve, and he really needs that.

But he feels something else when you try to shift.

You adjust yourself, feeling your shirt riding up and bunching underneath you. Then you adjust another time because you can’t get comfortable. Then your shirt rides up again.

Steve is trying to act nonchalant, but the feeling of you virtually grinding into him was making him strain against his jeans. It was uncomfortable and quite painful; he tries to adjust himself, but ends up just grinding on you, making your breath hitch. Steve clears his throat nervously, hoping you couldn’t feel him – but you definitelydid. Smiling to yourself, you press tighter into him, and he lets out a strangled moan.

“You like that?” you ask quietly. You try to sound confident, but you’re truly nervous. Your throat feels dry and your body feels hot.

“I’m sorry,” he groans, embarrassed.

“Don’t,” you whisper. “I like it.”

Steve swallows hard again, tightening his grip around you. He presses his pelvis up against your ass once more and you moan lightly. Steve reaches his hand up to cup a breast, and you bite your lip. He rolls his thumb over the fabric and his lips attach to your neck. You moan and press yourself into him and he moans back.

“Shouldn’t you be watching the movie?” he teases, lips tracing your jaw while he props himself up on his elbow to reach.

“Shouldn’t you?”

“I’m watchin’ something else.”

“Ooh, smooth talker.”

Steve rests his head on yours, giggling, and you giggle back. He surprises you by slipping a hand under your shirt and you moan as it fondles you.

“Hand is cold,” you quip.

“I’ll just warm it up here.” He stills his hand and smirks against your neck, kissing more.

“Bastard.”

“Is this the worst thing I could do to you?”

“Probably.”

He smiles again, then flips you onto your back. Your pupils are blown and hair a mess. He thinks you’re beautiful like this.

“Hey,” he says nervously. “Are you okay with this?”

“I’ve wanted to have you for a long time, Stevie boy,” you say, smiling. He crinkles his nose at the name, but you continue. “Please keep going.”

His lips meet yours quickly as he straddles you. His hands reach up into your shirt and you gasp and the cold and the sensation, letting him slip his tongue into your mouth. Kissing Steve makes you feel lightheaded and unbalanced, and you thank the stars that you’re laying down for this. His hands work softly and slowly under the cotton, enjoying how smooth your skin feels on his fingertips. He takes in every inch of you, trying to memorize it. His lips slip to your neck again and they kiss and suck. He listens to your gasps and moans, memorizing the best spots.

You tug on his hair to get him to come back up to your lips, then work your way down his neck. He hisses at the contact and squeezes his eyes shut, savoring the feeling of your lips on his neck. You kiss and lick, smiling as he slowly loses it. Your hands run up his shirt and you tug it off of him, gasping slightly as your eyes drink in his chest.

“My eyes are up here,” he jokes, and you roll yours. You sit up and take off your shirt, and now he gasps.

“Uh, my eyes are up here,” you mock, and he pushes you back down gently, kissing down your chest. Your eyes roll back as he kisses across your breasts, finally going and taking a perked nipple into his mouth. You hiss and he grins cockily.

“You like that, baby?” he asks against your skin.

“Don’t call me that,” you beg, but he gently nips your skin and you moan, tangling your fingers in his hair.

“Okay, doll,” he says, then laughs, as if it’s funny.

“I could walk away,” you remind. You snake a hand down to his bulge and he hisses, burying his head into your skin. You smile. “Don’t want that, do you?”

Steve groans and pulls you up, chests pressing together as you kiss. You lose your balance, but his arms are around you, steading you.

“Bedroom?” he breathes.

“It’s here somewhere.”

He sighs and snakes his arm down to the waistband of your sweats. He slips his hand in and it finds your underwear, and he dips a finger under the fabric to feel how wet you are. You gasp at the contact, and he smirks. “I could walk away.”

Quickly, you push past him to the bedroom. He follows you closely, seemingly hypnotized as he watches you. You turn around and twirl him so that the back of his knees are against the bed and he lowers himself down. You straddle him and he swears he died and went to heaven while you kiss him, grinding yourself into him. You slip off after a moment and reach down to his waistband, looking at him for approval. He nods curtly. Your lips meet his again as you slowly unbutton him. His hips buck as you undo his fly, and he lifts his hips off the bed to let you take his jeans off. You rub him through his briefs as he moans into your mouth.

“Wanna see you,” he whispers against your lips. His hands go to your sweats again and you nod. He takes them off slowly, letting the fabric tickle your skin as it runs down your legs. You step out of them and climb onto the bed. Steve crawls on top of you and his hips buck into yours a few times as he relishes in the contact.

“Steve,” you whisper. Your eyes meet and you smile softly, reaching up to cup his cheek. He leans into it, enjoying the softness. “You’re so handsome.”

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers back. “So beautiful, Y/N.”

You pull him down one last time and he slips your underwear off. A finger lightly rests at your opening and you moan, nodding to let him know it’s okay. He slips it in, and you choke on a gasp, head burying into the pillow behind you. Steve whimpers at how tight and wet you are, making eye contact the entire time. Watching you is the most sinful thing in the world, he reckons, and starts to pump in and out as you write underneath him.

Not wanting to neglect him, you push his underwear down with your feet. He goes to crack a joke but his cut off by the feeling of your warm hand on his length. He’s in bliss, eyes squeezing shut again as he continues his pace, and you start yours. You match speeds and it’s so hot, too hot, and the coil in your guts builds way too soon.

“Steve, please,” you whimper, and he’s not one to say no. You point him towards the bedside table, and he grabs a condom, ripping it with his teeth, winking at you with a smirk on his face. After putting it on, he lines up with you and his hand rests against your cheek, forehead on yours.

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

Steve pushes in slowly, both of you gasping. He settles into you and you groan, adjusting for a moment. Steve runs his thumb over your cheekbones, and you nestle your head into his touch. After a moment you nod, and he pulls out before thrusting back in.

It’s an electrifying feeling, making your stomach flip. Your eyes stay locked with his and his lips part slightly, a groan low in his throat. It’s soft and slow, and you can feel every part of him. His skin against yours, soft and warm; his heartbeat in his chest; his finger, still rubbing your cheekbones gingerly. You reach up and cup his face again and he sighs happily, a smile forming on his face. His hand leaves your face and you frown before feeling his fingers rubbing circles onto your clit, feeling just right. You let out a strangled moan and Steve does the same in response, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“You okay?” he breathes.

“So okay,” you breathe. “You feel so good, Steve.”

Steve goes a bit faster now, but still slow enough that you can feel the roll of his hips. He presses open mouthed kisses to your neck, moaning all the while. You think his moan has to be the hottest sound alive, and you feel your stomach tighten.

You go to say that you’re close, you’re almost there, but what comes out is “I love you.”

Instead of stopping and leaving, he moans loudly. “I love you.”

Steve rests his forehead on yours again as you both reach your climaxes, spurred on by the confession. You both whisper it back and forth, louder and louder, until you both cum at the same time, kissing sloppily but slowly, happy to feel the other one. He rests his head on your chest and listens to your heartbeat as he catches his breath, and you play lazily with his hair.

“Did you mean it?” he pants. “Do you?”

“Of course,” you smile. “I love you, Steve.”

You feel him smile into your skin, and he turns it to place a kiss above your heart. “I love you, too.”

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Loki x Reader where Y/n has to keep him from pissing off the Avengers and he has a crush on her so he's always nice (a little too nice) to her and she doesn't see it so Steve points it out to her. She starts teasing Loki, a touch lingering a little too long on his hip, shamelessly checking him out until he finally confesses? Please ♥️

Yes! I love writing for Loki when I get a request. (Which isn’t very often) so this is very exciting to write! Here it is! ❤️🖤 kinda changed it up. But I hope you like it.

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“What are you doing, Loki?” Y/n asked as she watched him in the living quarters of the avenger tower.

“Planing world domination, love. Care to join me?” He joked looking at her with a smirk.

She hummed and shrugged shoulder.

“Very tempting, but I think I’ll pass. I don’t think I want to be responsible for everyone on earth.” Y/n joked back as she sat comfortably beside Loki on the sofa.

“That’s a bummer, would’ve been fun having a queen like you.” Loki sighed looking at the view from the giant ceiling to floor window.

Y/n chuckled, grabbing her book from the coffee table and flipping to the spot she left off. Loki sighed as he laid down on the leather sofa. Putting his head in Y/ns lap. Enjoying the feeling of her putting her hands through his thick midnight hair.

Y/n read her book while caressing Lokis midnight hair.

“I don’t understand how she can’t see he likes her. I mean come on! Look at that!” Tony whispered yelled at Thor as he nodded his head towards Y/n and Loki.

“Just think about it, reindeer games, doesn’t like anyone here. Not even you, and he’s your brother. He just likes her.” Tony grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and took a big bulb out of it.

“I know my brother has done some terrible things, but he is still able to love... I think.” Thor explained as he went to take a sip of his water, but the water disappeared from the bottle.

“Was there a hole in the bottle?” Thor asked confused, examining the bottle for any holes. Thor and Tony could hear Loki’s snicker and Y/n lightly smacking on his shoulder. Whispering, “you shouldn’t have done that.” Loki shrugged as he smirked.

“Who cares, I don’t trust him.” Tony tolled his eyes moving out of the kitchen, annoyed with Loki’s pranks.

“Brother, if you wish to continue living here. You must stop pissing people off. Your lucky enough I got them to agree to let you stay here.” Thor said as he watched his brother rest his head on Y/ns lap while she read quietly.

Loki didn’t answer Thor which annoyed him.

“Lady Y/n, I know I ask a lot from you. But could you please keep my brother from doing his foolish pranks.” Y/n looked up from her book to the god of thunder.

“I guess, but not all of his pranks are foolish. Also, I suggest going to Tony’s lab or the gym there are hidden smoke bombs that go off as soon as the doors open.” Y/n said with a smirk. Loki bellowed our a laugh as he sat up.

“My dear brother, what have you done to this young woman?” Thor asked as he walked out of the room.

A couple days later:

It was late at night Y/n had just came back from a difficult mission. Her back was hurting and bruised. Her skin had cut marks and a good couple bruises were forming on her Y/s/t face and arms. But the other people looked worse then her. (They were dead or damn near close to it.)

Y/n soaked up the warm shower water and scrubbed the mess off her y/s/t body. The water tinting a slight crimson from the blood and debris coming off of her.

After she washed up and got dressed, she walked out of her room to the living room where she was stopped by a worried looking Loki. It was late, around 3 in the morning. Looking at Loki she seen the worried look on his face. As soon as Loki made eye contact with her he was on his feet. Quickly coming towards her. She was confused and tensed at first, but when she felt his arms wrap around her body she relaxed.

“You are going to worry me to death, darling.” He mumbled against her hair. Breathing in her sent, he held her close to him.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t have any contact to anyone on this mission.” Loki nodded as he pulled her away looking her over seeing the cuts and bruises on her. Which made him worry even more.

“Look, I may look gross and beat up, but you should see the other guy. I’m pretty sure he might have a few broken ribs, and his eye ball might have fallen out.” Y/n tried to make a light hearted joke to the frost giant, but he wasn’t having it.

“I care too much for you to get hurt.” He whispered, almost so quiet that she could barely hear him.

“I can’t bare to see you hurt. Seeing you like this now hurts me. I just want to find the evil bastard who did this to you and torcher then kill him.” Y/n shook her head as she took Loki’s cold hands in her warm ones.

She smiled looking into his blue eyes. “I’m okay, do you feel this?” She asked taking Loki’s hands and placing it over her beating heart.

“I’m still alive and well. I may be a bit bruised, but by tomorrow morning Ill look as fresh as a daisy. That’s what happens when you grow up in Hydra for 25 years of your life.” She joked lightly.

Loki nodded as he heard a door open and close. He looked at her and she nodded knowing he didn’t want the others to know he had a nice side to him.

“Who were you talking to?” Steve asked as he grabbed a bottle of water. The blonde soldier had a towel tightly wrapped around his waist. Y/n could see a few bruises on him as well, but his would be gone in the morning as well.

“Nobody, just myself. Sometimes I need expert advice.” She joked.

Steve laughed while shaking his head.

“I don’t understand why you don’t tell Loki how you feel.” He started.

“I mean the whole time we were on the mission all you could do was talk about how you like Loki.”

Y/n chuckled shaking her head as she looked over the captain. Seeing his bruises slightly healing.

“It’s crazy, you telling me that.” She chuckled looking at Steve with a knowing look.

“Yeah, well I should’ve told Peggy how I felt before everything happen. But you don’t have to be like me. You have to tell people how you feel about them before it’s too late.”

Y/n nodded at the mans words, thinking everything over before he started talking again.

“The two of you, I- we can all see how the two of you feel for each other. It’s just the matter of time for the one if you to grow the balls to tell the other how you feel.” Y/n nodded looking into his blue eyes.

“Just think about it. I’ll see you in the morning, have a good night.” Steve bid her goodbye as he left the room. Leaving her with the thoughts rattling in her head.

Y/n huffed as she laid in her bed. She could stop thinking. She was worn out from the hard mission, but her brain kept on running.

‘What if Loki likes me?’ ‘What if he shares the same feelings I have for him?’ ‘What if I told him how I feel and then he doesnt feel the same?’ The thoughts went on and on throughout the night.

Y/n was about to fall asleep when she heard a light knock on her door. She sat up in bed and mumbled out a come in. Looking confused as Loki came into the room.

“Loki, what’re you doing up?” She questioned as she scooted over on the bed for Loki to sit down.

“I came to tell you something I should’ve told you months ago.” He spoke in a serious voice, which kinda worried her.

She nodded, looking down at her hands Loki hand but his hands on top of. Slightly caressing the soft y/s/t skin.

“I’m in love with you. Everything about you, I’m in love with. The way you care for everyone. The way you care for me when everyone else tries to get rid of me. The way you join in on my pranks. The way you love everyone, the way you protect the people you love. Everything about you makes me fall deeper in love with you.”

He rambled out his confession of love. Y/n looked at the midnight haired man through tears. She was so happy he felt the same way for her. She couldn’t find the right words so she let instinct take over. She didn’t know who kissed who first but it happened and she couldn’t find it in her heart to pull away. She cared to much for this god in front of her. She felt as if she would stop kissing him she would wake up from a dream.

“Will you be my queen?” He asked looking into her y/e/c eyes.

“Yes! Of course!” She smiled, giving him another passionate kiss. And from their they were never separated.

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