#tony: you really shouldnt ask me these things

[invncibleiron]

@bokketo said “Rumiko reaches up to poke Tony’s nose irritably. “You’re going to dinner with me right now and on the way you’re going to explain that gigantic bruise on your face. Capice?”

Tony scrunched up his nose as she poked him. She had to reach up high on her toes to do it, which was worth it just to watch her try. Less amusing was her plan for the rest of the day. Tony bit back a groan. Ever since he’d been outed as Iron Man, he’d thought he was officially done having to hide things from her, that they were both on the same page. But as it turned out, Tony didn’t totally know how to do that. He had grown used to keeping secrets, so much so that it stopped feeling like a secret, like a lie, and started to just make sense: why bother her with the details when the details weren’t nice? Why worry her when it wouldn’t make any difference? So she knew he was Iron Man, and that was nice, really nice, not to have to lie about where he was darting off to when he had to cut their dates short. But knowing that he was Iron Man wasn’t the same as knowing all that entailed, what it really meant to be behind the armor. 

But Tony also knew better than to argue with Rumiko once she’d made up her mind about what they were doing. She was very much in charge of their social schedule, and that was just fine by him. 

“Would you believe I walked into a glass door?” he asked, opening the car door for her. “Windex is really doing it’s job. Couldn’t see the door at all. Tried to walk right through it. We should really invest in their stock.” He walked around to the driver’s side and slid behind the wheel, finally sighing and telling her the truth which, frankly, was harder to believe than any bad excuse he could have come up with: “I have an old friend, well, sort of. She’s vowed an oath to kill me years ago. But anyway, she got possessed by a demon.” He backed the car out of the garage, heading for the restaurant. “That was actually after she hit me though. A lot. Well, the demon was already in her, I suppose. But it hadn’t really taken over yet, and I didn’t know it was there. So she’s trying to kill me, as is her grand life purpose--which I was handling just fine, by the way--when Doctor Annoying shows up and says we have to do an exorcism. So in the middle of this B-movie horror flick, I slapped together a zero-point energy bubble to contain her by neutralizing her energy projections and Doom whipped up a, if I’m being honest, pretty impressive force field, but she used her magical demon powers to hack into FRIDAY, ripped off my mask, and--” He pointed vaguely to the bruise covering half his face. “But it all worked out. She’s in custody now. The demon’s gone. So, how was your day?” 

#tony: you really shouldnt ask me these things #[queue] i will explain it when we get back; i will draw pictures; i will use puppets #bokketo #v: avengers assemble

[gayerthanevertbh]

angry individual.

pairings: older!natasha romanoff x fem!reader

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summary: natasha isn’t always a jealous person, until she sees her sister flirting with what’s hers.

anon request: can u write a one shot of like freinds to lovers kinda troupe with gp tasha but yelena also has a thing for y/n but nat is crazy about y/n and gets super jealous at one of starks party seeing yelena and y/n together so she storms off and reader goes to look for her and nat is so angry and slams y/n against the wall and is being so controlling saying reader shouldnt be near yelena then it leads to nat telling y/n how much she wants her and then its angry sex

warnings: angry sex (kind of?), g!p natasha, breeding kink, daddy kink, pet names, dirty talking, slapping, natasha just being mean, face paiting - 18+ MINORS DNI.

word count: 3.5k

author’s note: hopefully this is okay with you, anon! also, will be closing my requests again BUT i’ll be doing the requests that you guys have sent me. enjoy this one for now!

“Mmph,” Natasha moaned into your mouth as she cradled you in her lap, her hardening appendage visible through her sweatpants. She pulls away from your lips, gasping as she feels your warm, covered core on her lap. “I could feel you from here; are you that desperate for me?”

“If you wouldn’t stop making out with me I wouldn’t be this wet,” you smirked at her.

“My, my,” she whispers with a sultry voice as she chases for your lips, her hands slipping through your shirt as she scratches your back. “You are so naughty, aren’t you?”

Natasha continues to assault your bruised lips as she grips onto your waist, causing you to roll your hips to feel her hard cock through her sweatpants. What’s even funnier is that you were in the compound’s living room, out in the open where everyone could see you making out with your girlfriend. But neither of you cared, you were desperate for one another. It’s almost as if you were obsessed with her as much as she was obsessed with you, and honestly it turned you on more.

As she continues to lather her tongue onto the roof of your mouth, her sister Yelena comes onto the scene with a snicker coming out of her mouth. Instead, you quickly turned over your shoulder as you removed yourself from Natasha’s lap, sitting beside the older woman with a reddish look evident on your face.

"You know this is a public space, right?" the younger assassin inquired, munching on her banana in peace. Natasha rolled her eyes, wrapping her arm around your shoulder and closing her legs to control her erection.

“Yelena, no one’s here except you.”

“Steve is just in another room while Tony is probably somewhere,” said Yelena with a smirk on her face. “Did I disrupt your sexy times?”

“Please don’t ever say that,” the older assassin asked pleadingly. You chuckled lightly and kissed her right cheek. “We’ll just go back to our room then–”

“You must really love my sister, huh Y/n?”

“O-Of course,” you replied with a stutter, along with a small nod. “I love her very much.”

“If I came along sooner you might’ve fell for me,” she quirked back, her voice seemed to be a little flirtatious as you noticed. “Natasha back then was a sex addict, she could fuck anyone and leave them the next day. I wouldn’t do that to you, Y/n. I could never hurt you like that.”

“This is getting a little insensitive,” Natasha murmured, noticing that her voice was a little on edge. “I’m different now, Lena. Y/n is good for me.”

“Sure, sure. But I’m just saying, I could treat her better.” she responded back with a chuckle, causing your face to turn red even more.

Yelena was a beautiful woman who was your age, so the two of you clicked immediately. Natasha didn't expect you two to get along at the time, but knowing that her partner was getting close to her sister made her heart happy. Everything seemed platonic and friendly at first. Until Natasha became more needy and refused to leave your side, Yelena began to be a little flirtatious from time to time, which you didn't like. Of course, you were flattered, but you knew your heart belonged to Natasha.

“Don’t listen to her,” murmured by your girlfriend against your ear as she squeezes your thigh gently. “She’s just playing with you.”

"Are you going to drink tonight, pretty?" Yelena inquired, with a small smile on her face. You could hear Natasha grumbling as she breathed, which you never expected a response like that from her. She wasn’t typically a jealous person, causing your relationship with her to go smoothly, but you couldn’t help but enjoy the feeling of her being envious over her sister.

“I guess so, why?”

“Nothing, I just want to see you there that’s all.”

"You're flirting with my girlfriend, Yelena." Natasha pointed out, her face expressionless as she stared at her sister.

Yelena rolled her eyes and walked away, mumbling, "Possessive bitch," as she passed you two by. You could hear Natasha sighing with relief.

"I'm sorry about that," Natasha apologized, bringing your hand to her lips and kissing it. “She’s just a loser.”

"I think it's cute," you said. Natasha raised an eyebrow as you lightly hit her upper arm, softly laughing. "I'm kidding, but I'm sure she's just being nice."

“That’s not nice,” she grumbled. “That’s called flirting.”

“Everyone flirts these days, including yourself.”

"But only with you," she sighs, kissing a sliver of skin on your neck. “Never with anyone.”

While the sun was setting, you and Natasha continued to watch a movie. While your girlfriend was enthralled by a particular scene, you were perplexed as to why Yelena was flirting with you. Did she like you as much as Natasha does? Why are you here in the first place? Maybe she was just being polite, you reasoned. But months passed, and Yelena's actions became increasingly out of control, to the point where Natasha became concerned. You sighed quietly to yourself as you rested your head against Natasha's shoulder.

You began to feel anxious as the floor began to fill up with more people you didn't know. You don't do well at parties, so Natasha was always by your side, especially when you had to drink alcohol - which you both know you can't ever recover from. Natasha was serving drinks to the other Avengers when you sat a few feet away on the barstool. You had a margarita in your hand because you didn't like vodka, and you sipped it occasionally while watching other people talk to other people. Tony was on his couch with a group of ladies, Steve was in the corner talking to Bruce, and you were alone with Peter, who was babbling about his web shooter.

“I asked Mr. Stark if he could help me to fix it, but he kept telling me he’s busy,” he sighed, shaking his head. “Do you think he hates me?”

“I don’t think so,” you said. “Maybe he’s just busy.”

“Maybe,” he replied quietly, sipping on his scotch. “By the way, Ms. Black Widow makes the best drinks ever. I love her for that.”

“Ms. Black Widow?” you giggled, causing him to nod vigorously.

“She is the Black Widow!” he exclaimed happily as the alcohol consumed through his body, which you could tell from afar. “You’re lucky, Y/n.”

“I am,” you agreed, looking at your girlfriend solemnly while she serves another drink for a man. “I am very lucky.”

“How about me?” you turned around to see Yelena interject from your conversation with Peter, smiling at you. “Do you think it’s luck that we both met?”

You sheepishly smile at her as you give her a hug. “Hey, Yelena. I thought you weren’t going to join.”

“Sorry about that, I was a little late.”

“From errands?”

She shook her head. “No, I was with Kate Bishop, helping her move furniture in her new apartment.”

“Ah,” you clicked your tongue, dragging the glass near your lips as you take another sip. “How is she doing? Why isn’t she here?”

“She’s too lazy,” she chuckled, placing her hand onto your knee as she squeezed it. You looked down briefly to see what she was doing, and you knew your girlfriend was right. She was, in fact, flirting with you. And you didn’t know how to respond to that. “Are you okay there, sweetheart?”

Natasha looks in your direction and notices her sister touching you, causing her veins boil with anger and jealousy. Jealous? Why would I feel jealous towards my own sister? Natasha thought crudely in her head. She’s just being nice, she’s just being…

"Y-Yeah," you laugh as she takes another step closer to you, her face a few inches away from yours. Natasha was even more envious because she was away from you and saw her sister flirt with the girl she loves. Somewhere deep within her, she felt possessive of you. You might not notice, but every time someone flirted with you, Natasha felt compelled to own you or something - which she knew wasn't healthy at first, but she couldn't help but feel that way. She cleans the last glass from the counter and walks away slowly, her gaze fixed on you.

“I wish we’ve met sooner,” Yelena said, sighing through her nose. “I would’ve been good for you.”

"I don't think Natasha would appreciate what you're saying right now, Yelena." you responded, feeling a little uneasy about the conversation and where it's going. Yelena only smiled, and you couldn't tell if it was a flirtatious or genuine smile.

"She's not here," the younger assassin said, looking to the left to right. “See? I could flirt with you all I want, and one day you'll fall in love with me. I know it.”

Natasha could hear what she was saying as her hand balled into a fist and her throat bobbed with pure rage. Jealousy begins to seep out of her, and she wonders if anyone else will notice. She takes a glass of vodka and dunks it down her throat, not even flinching at the bitter taste. She keeps an eye on your movements, wondering how you'll react to her.

“I should probably find her,” you stood up from the stool and gave Yelena a pat on her shoulder. “Hopefully you’ll find someone to flirt with here, Yels. Just not me.”

You were on your way to the compound's corridors when you suddenly felt your body turn as the woman behold you was staring at you angrily through her eyes. You gulped in fear and excitement.

“N-Nat!” you let out a trembling breath as you tried to kiss her cheek, but she flinched away from you. “W-What–”

"Shut the fuck up," she snarled, her voice venomous. She grips your wrist tightly in her rough hands as she leads you to her bedroom, closing and locking the door. Natasha slammed you against the wall, her nostrils flaring and her face inches away from yours, before you could ask what was going on. You closed your eyes but were forced to open them when Natasha's lips touched your neck and bit into your skin.

“I’m so angry at you right now,” she grumbles, slipping her hand through your skirt as you feel her cold fingers on your thigh, causing you to whine pitifully. “I said shut up! You did this to yourself, and you knew the consequences. Tell me, did you like the way she flirts with you?”

“N-No, of course not!”

“Then what did I see there?!” she exclaimed with rage, her hand wrapping around your throat as she squeezed it, not giving much care when you could feel yourself losing air from your lungs.

“Nat,” you begged, trying to push yourself away from her body. “P-Please–”

“It’s Daddy, little girl,” she whispered close to your face, spitting on your mouth. “Fucking lick it all up before I spank you so hard you might have to run to the police.”

You swallowed her spit, biting your lower lip as you were aroused by the way she was staring down at you with so much possession roaring out of her – it’s almost as if you find it intriguing, which it was. You were lying if you say this didn’t turn you on, because it was. And when you try to move away from her, her grasp on your waist gets tighter and tighter until you feel like you are pinned by the wall.

"Are you trying to get away from me?" you felt her hand grab the back of your head as she yanked it, exposing your neck for her pleasure. She sighs deeply as she leans down to smell you. "You have no idea how badly I want you, Y/n. How much you want me to move the world for you, to give everything up. You think Yelena is a better person for you? You're wrong, little girl. You're too stupid for her, and especially for me."

Before you could say anything, you felt her hand on your underwear, dragging it down from your legs to your ankles. She leans in for a hard kiss, moaning as her tongue slips inside your mouth and she feels your warm breath against hers. You two kiss each other harshly and slowly, battling for dominance with both of your tongues. But she was stronger, and you could feel her tongue in the back of your throat.

"D-Daddy," you yanked away, both your lips smacking, moaning as you felt her fingers rubbing your clit hard. “P-Please, I’m sorry!”

"Shh, give your body to Daddy," Natasha says as she pushes your silk tank top against her hand through your bra, gasping at your hardened nipple. “You want this, don’t you? Do you want Daddy to hurt you this badly?”

"Ah!" you felt her finger thrust inside your cunt, crying with an insane amount of pleasure seeping through your body, but Natasha didn't want you to have all of that pleasure - she wanted her own pleasure for herself. So, as you continue to moan in ecstasy, she slaps the inside of your thigh loudly.

"You don't get pleasure," she growls onto your lips, kissing your lips hard once more. She slaps your thigh again before unzipping her pants, her cock springing out as the head hits your covered abdomen. "Only I am capable of that."

"I'm sorry-"”

"Shut up," the woman mumbled, turning you around with your back to the wall. You tried to look over your shoulder, but you felt her hand pushing your face against the cold concrete. You began to cry, unsure whether out of pain or pleasure, but you didn't care. "I'm going to beat this pussy up until it's the shape of my cock if you make too much noise, got it?"

You nodded ruthlessly, and she grinned evilly back.

“Good, now open up for me, slut.”

Natasha spreads your pussy lips open as she grabs the tip of her cock, bringing it to your entrance and teasing it, moaning to herself. She has been wanting this all night, her head filled with naughty thoughts of you being submissive to her. She could feel herself growing another inch, since you were this wet for her. God, she could just break you in without any restriction.

You felt the older woman slipping inside of you within a minute, causing you to scream with delight. When she heard this, you felt a pair of hands cover your mouth tightly as she pushed you against the wall until your ass was pressed against her pubic bone. You could hear her whispering, "Fucking hell," as she felt your warmth around her cock, your walls gripping her so tightly that she could barely move.

“You like my cock inside of you, baby?” she whispers, her breath trembling as she pulls back and pushes back in with a harsh thrust, your body hitting the wall once again. “You like Daddy fucking you like this? Huh? You’re such a whore, flirting with my sister as if I don’t mean anything to you.”

This was completely false. It's all jealousy talk. You weren't flirting with Yelena; you were simply being nice to her. Natasha, on the other hand, saw it differently. You tried to speak, but her dick kept thrusting back into you, until your inner walls were bruised by the shape of her penis.

She expertly rolls her hips against you while roaming her other hand across your stomach, reaching for your other breast and squeezing it so hard that you almost think it's going to bruise. "You feel every inch of my cock inside of you?" mumbles the older woman, kissing your neck with such desperation within her. “Huh? You feel me, little girl? Do you feel Daddy filling you up this much? Oh, fuck… I want you so much.”

I want you more, Daddy.

Natasha moves at a brisk pace, her cock thrusting inside of you while she uses you as a fleshlight, her cock barely slipping out of you. She throws her head back as she feels her tip graze your cervix with each pounding. She licks your neck again, desperately rutting into you, unable to let go. You could hear her grunting with each hard thrust into you, and you realized you were having an orgasm sooner than you thought.

"Y-you say you're sorry, but you're not," she snaps at you, biting your skin so hard you could feel blood drawing from your body. “Defiling me, aren’t you? Kotenok, you look so good... So fucking good. So fucking tight.”

She didn't slow down. Instead, she was ruthlessly thrusting inside of you, as if she were a wild animal. Your wet skins were slapping each other, filling the entire room as the thick air swirled around your bodies. She clutched you tightly, as if she wouldn't let you go in a second. You could barely speak because every inch of her dick was thrusting wildly into you. You were moaning into her hand, wishing she'd slow down a little, but she didn't care because she needed this more than you.

"I'm so close," she grumbled, ripping your tank top with her strong hands while kneeling both of your covered breasts into her hands and rolling her hips into you. "You're going to make me fucking cum, Ugh... "Oh my god, my little doll, you're gripping me so tightly..."

You struggled to breathe every time she jackhammered into your pussy, almost passing out from the insane amount of pleasure both of you were experiencing. Natasha gives your neck kitten licks, but every now and then she ends up kissing your skin with her open mouth, smirking to herself when there's a dark purplish spot on your neck - knowing she did it. She pulls away from you and turns you around, pushing you up against the wall and easily slipping inside of you.

"Please kiss me," you begged. "Kiss me, please. I'm sorry, Daddy. It will never happen again."

"I know," she said, grabbing your neck and kissing you hard, her tongue slipping inside your mouth as she mumbled, "Now shut up and give yourself to Daddy."

"Fuckin' slut," she growls as she thrusts up into your cunt, her ass clenching with each hit. She ruts into you, faster than you could’ve ever imagined, until you hear her say: “Gonna explode into you, get you pregnant with my babies, and let Yelena know that you’re fucking mine!”

"Daddy-No!" you screamed, attempting to push her hips away, but she slaps you across the face, bringing you closer to your orgasm. "D-Do not do it, please-"”

“Fine, then I’ll just cum over your face then.”

She pulls out a little, the head of her penis inside of you, as she jerks herself off. “You’re mine,” she whispers. “You’re all mine, no one could have you except me. Remember that, or else I’ll kill them. I’ll kill them all.”

She pushes you down onto the floor and locks your head between her thighs, throwing her head back as she slaps the head of her cock onto your forehead, rubbing her length against your face, before you can even respond. She humps your face while holding your neck, moaning each time your mouth was pressed against her tight balls, begging for its release.

“Gonna cum,” she mumbled with a high pitched moan, grabbing her long thick penis as she jerks herself faster, you both could hear the fapping sound coming from her appendage. “Daddy’s gonna cum all over your face, you’re gonna be so ruined for me…”

A minute later, she brings your face close to hers as she pours thick white milk all over your face. "Oh, my baby! Fuck..." She leans against the wall as her penis continues to spurt cum, mostly coating your lips and face. She presses her hand against the base of her cock, then pulls her hand back up to extract more sperm from the tip. "Open your mouth," she commands, and you gladly comply. Two more strings of cum landed on your tongue as she placed her cockhead on it and slipped her length into your mouth.

“Suck it,” she commanded with a low voice, still jerking herself off but slowly this time. “Suck all of my fucking cum, you bitch.”

You suck hard on her tip, your cheeks hollowing out. As you move your head up and down, she licks her lips, continuing to swallow all of her excess. She then slowly pulls your head back and watches her penis flaccid. Finally, after what seemed like hours, she raises your hand and allows you to touch her cock, chuckling when you couldn't.

“Gone dumb for me?”

You nodded and smiled quickly. While your hand was still touching her dick, she lifts you up and kisses your lips. You two kiss in her room as the music from the party area begins to blast. Even though it was muffled, you two were not disturbed.

"You're mine," she says softly, licking your cheek. “Okay? You're completely mine, doll. Yelena could never have you.”

"And she won't," you said, your voice becoming dry. She only laughs softly and pulls you to the edge of the bed, where you automatically sit on her lap. “I’m all yours, Tasha Bear.”

“Good.”

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[novafics]

l Jealousy l

Wanda Maximoff X Reader

Warnings: Jealous reader/self doubt

Summary: Reader gets jealous over a guy flirting with Wanda

Word Count: 401

Masterlist

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You shouldnt be jealous, you knew this, but as you stared on you couldn't help but look on helplessly as you watched as a man flirted with Wanda, every smile and laugh he brought out of her made your blood run cold and hurt pang across your chest.

You had no reason to believe that wanda would trade you for him, she adored you, but in this moment you wallowed in your despair and the ‘what if’s’ that floated throughout your head.

“What’s wrong, they ran out of your favourite pizza at the snack table?” Tony was of course trying to joke with you but one look at your face and he knew you weren't in a jokey mood, that along with you constantly sneaking glances at wanda made him realise the truth. “Ohhhhh you're jealous” he spoke with that jokey tone he always used. You loved toney you really did but in this moment you really wished he chose to annoy someone else.

With you being distracted by Tony’s constant jabs at you being jealous you failed to realise a certain witch was approaching you both. “Who’s jealous?” hearing her voice right next to yours send surprise through you making you immediately start to spit out excuses “what, who, nobody, nobody's jealous i don't know what your on about” this of course didn't get overlooked by Wanda as she now took in your flushed appearance and rosy cheeks.

“Ohh is this about todd? Is my baby jealous?” she was obviously teasing you, seeing you so caught off guard and red in the face made her think you were even more adorable than she already thought you were. “If it makes you feel better i have been trying to get out of that conversation for ages, he just wouldn't stop i had to fake laugh every few minutes” hearing that definitely perked you up. “Really?” you asked the feelings of jealousy that coursed through your veins not moments ago now completely gone, the only thing you were focused on now was Wanda holding you close.

“Yeah sweetheart, i was itching to get back to you, your the only person for me baby” hearing this brought tears to your eyes, you knew now that you never have a reason to be jealous over Wanda because Wanda doesn't want anyone else, she only wants you, and she always never fails to show it.

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[b-s-123456]

Your an idiot

Pairing~ Peter parker x Evelyn stark

Warnings~mentions of loss

I bit the inside of my cheek watching Happy stitch up peters back. Peter made me go first so, the cut on my arm was already threaded back together. “Ouch!” said Peter softly as Happy poked the needle into him once again. “I thought you had super strength.” said Happy “Still hurts.” I moved my hand to lower lip feeling the cut that was on it. How did we fuck up so bad. Peter and I are supposed to save people and right now it feels like we put more innocent people in danger.

“Happy.” Peter flinched “Relax.”Happy continued stitching up his back. I stared out the window at the array of colored tulips. My dad trusted us. He trusted me, and I just let him down big time. Peter flinched again this time banging his fist on the table. “Relax!” said Happy louder this time “DONT TELL ME TO RELAX HAPPY HOW CAN I RELAX WHEN WE MESSES UP SO BAD!” Yelled Peter standing up and walking over to the other side of the jet. I jumped at the sudden noise. “Peter.” I said softly grabbing his wrist. “Im the one who trusted Beck, you didnt but I dragged you into this!”

“I thought he was my friend so I gave him the only thing Mr.Stark left for me and now hes gunna kill our friends and half of europe! So please Happy do not tell me to relax!” Peter sat down on one of the orange chairs, I sat with him. “Im sor- im sorry I shouldnt yell.” he said “I just really miss him.” He said, I leaned my head against Peters shoulder. “I miss him to.” said Happy. I could tell he was trying to act strong but I know dads death really broke him. Peter already had tear stains down his face. “Everywhere I go I see his face.” said Peter “And the whole world is asking whos gunna be the next Iron man and I dont know if thats me.” He said “Peter.” I said “Dad trusted you, and if he trusted you then he thought that you could take over once he was gone, and dad was a genius so that had a 99.8% chance of being right.” “Your not Tony kid.” said Happy “Your never gunna be Tony. Nobody can live up to Tony.” “Tony was my best friend, and he was a mess. He second guessed everything he did, he was always stressed, but the one thing that he didnt second guess was choosing you two.” I felt a tear that was begging to be released from my eyes trickle down my cheek and into my lap.

“I dont think tony wouldve done what he did if he didnt know that you guys would be here after he was gone. Now your techs missing, none of the other avengers are coming. What are you gunna do about it?” I stood up leaving Peter sitting on the leather clad seat alone. “Were gunna kick his ass.” I said “No right now like specifically right now what are we gunna do because weve been hovering over a tulip feild for the past 10 minutes?” I looked at Peter. Hes the more ‘you have once second before your gunna die so think of a solution.’ He stood up “Right, we cant call our friends because hes tapping out phones soo…” He trailed off “Right ah-“ Happy pulled his phone from his pocked and tossed it to Peter.

I walked to the back of the quinn jet tracing my finger over the grooves of the metal, it helps me think. Nick Fury and Maria are here in Venice but they dont know that Mysterio is a fread. The suits that Nick gave us dont have all the attachments that dads suits did, we’ll have to fix that.

“We need suits.” I spoke up interrupting Peter and Happys conversation. Happy walked up to the front of the jet and pressed some buttons. a compartment inside of the wall opened up reavealing a drawing table and an orray of suit designs. “Show me everything you have on (undecided superhero name)” I said Clicking through the different suits.

Peter wraped one hand around my waist and used the other to lean against the drawing table. I scrolled through the suit options and attachments looking for the ones powers by an arc reacter because those ones are the most likely the clostest to my old suit.

“Whoa whoa wait,” said Peter scrolling back a few options “you can get web shooters installed in your suit.” he said clicking in the option. I clicked out of the option. We really dont have time this. “Yea i’d just be like your web shooters but on my suit.” I said “Dad designed them for if you needed to make a suit”

I clicked on the option for a hand blaster and tried it on. I looked up, Happy was watching Peter and I with a smirk on his face. “What?” I asked “Nothing.” he said “You get the suits i’ll get the music.” He turned on one of dads old playlists.

“Ohh I love Led Zeplin!” said Peter I smiled at him. “Hey, Peter” I said softly cupping his face in my hands. “Yea?” he said looking down at me. “This is ACDC.” “Ohh I love ACDC!” he said aloud for Happy to hear him. “Your an idiot.” unfortunetly I think im in love with this idiot.

Omggg its finally up iv been spending way to long on this and its finally done anyways happy readings~HazzaPottaher

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[tony-gunks-italian-pizzeria]

Chapter Eight: New Employees.

The big, metal walk-in freezer door opens, Tony and Todd step in. “So this is the new guy?” Todd asks. “Yup, whatd you say your name was?” Tony asks the man sitting, bound on the cold floor with his back on the wall. “Ricky- do you have any water?” Ricky asks. “What happened to his arms, Tony?” Todd asked. Tony begins gagging, he heaves and retched, “Woah man- you good?” Todd questions worried. Tony reaches into his mouth and pulls, he takes something out, something long. He turns around to meet Todd and drops it to the ground. Todd asks quickly, “Is that a bone!?” “Nah, I dunno. Hey Ricky! Yknow what you need more than water? Pizza! Let me go getcha some.” Tony dances out of the room and Todd turns to Ricky. “Are you cold?” Todd asks. Ricky looks puzzled and answers, “No? Wait shouldnt i be?” Todd rubs his eyes and sighs under his breath, “Oh man, Tony turned someone else.” 

Tony shows back up and hands Todd a plate with two slices of pizza, “Hey sport, couldja feed the amputee for me? He'll start healin once he's got fuel.” Tony asks. Todd pauses for a moment, “Shouldnt you be the one doing that?” Tony pats him on the shoulder and says, “You're on the clock, champ! Im the boss, plus! I wanna teach him how to drain the red sauce once he's healed up!” Todd rolls his eyes and walks towards Ricky. Tony heads out the door with a, “Im goin to the front! We had a little more of that dog left so i made a limited menu item, heha. We're gonna be busy later!” Tony giggled and shut the door behind him.

Todd sits down next to Ricky, “What'd he do to you?” Todd asks. Ricky looks up, tired eyes staring back into Todd's. Ricky takes a deep breath, holding back emotions that are ready to burst and speaks, “I worked at the dollar store a little ways from here. And um, i was working last night, when he came into the store.” Todd interrupts, “If you don't feel like talking about it right now, you don't have to.” “I think I need to.” Rick says. “Okay then.” Todd replies. “I was checking the cameras, when people started disappearing, first there was a man, then a woman. But i never saw Tony. He-” Rick whimpers, “He just left their feet where they stood. I- I dont know how they got like that.. Did he eat them? Does he do that?” Todd stares amazed, “I uh- I don't think so?” Rick collects himself and asks, “How long do I have to be here?” Todd breaks their eye contact and says sadly, “I dont know, man. I've been asking myself that too, but he's the only teacher we have now. He turned us, Rick, into whatever he is.” Rick's eyes begin to water. “Eat up, bro, you'll heal quick. Then we can figure out your next move.” Todd lifts a piece of pizza to Ricky's mouth, Ricky takes a bite as tears run down his face.

“Tony.” Todd marches behind the counter from the hallway and up to Tony who's taking orders at the register. “Yea?” Tony cracks. “You and me, kitchen.” Todd says before storming into the back, leaving no time for Tony to respond. Tony groans and follows. When he gets the kitchen Todd immediately starts questioning, “The convenience store, Tony. What happened?” “Oh he toldja? Well-” Todd interrupts him, “I thought we only drank their blood?? You ate like two and a quarter people! How did you even-” Tony interjects, “Listen kid, I really dunno- I went in for a snack, then this horrible feeling twisted in my stomach. Next thing I know, I came out with a three course meal and a new employee. I couldn't resist it if I tried, kid.” Todd stares with anger written on his face, “But you didn't try, did you?” “Well no, stop houndin me, wouldja? I'll try a little harder next time.” Todd leans in, “Tony, will blood not be enough for me some day?” Tony replies calmly, “I dunno, son. Maybe. Most likely. But ya might be able to push it off for a while.” “Dammit Tony! I never asked for this, man! I-” Todd's cut off, Tony stands closer suddenly, his visage seemingly devoid of the light provided by the overhead bulbs and his eyes projecting a deep red glow. He speaks, “Todd, get to the register. We've got a bunch of customers.” Todd calms down, “You got it, boss.” He turns around and walks through the door to the hallway, towards the front. Tony watches him walk away, once he's out of sight for the moment Tony sighs, “It's a dirty trick, I hate to use it on the kid.” He thinks, “But he was about to explode, I had to think fast. I cannot handle this right now. Not when I'm so close.”

That night, Ron Broccoli lay in his cell bed. Staring up, looking at the moonlight illuminating the ceiling. The light giving an outline of the bars. He thinks to himself, “I had em. Those damn vampires, but that Tony guy. He's the most vile one I've fought. And I almost fucking had him. How did the police even find us in that dinghy place? How did they not find anything at his restaurant? He killed my precious girl, he's killed who knows how many people and will continue to. I need to get rid of him.” Ron's mind swims with ideas. He thinks of possibly escaping. He thinks of how to track Tony once he's out. He thinks and thinks but none of it matters. “As long as I'm in this damn place I can't do nothin!” Ron says angrily. A figure rises in the bars shadow cast on the ceiling. Ron, surprised, shoots up in his bed and turns to see what is making the silhouette. There in the air, standing on nothing visible to Ron, floats Tony. Tony asks with a smile, “May I come in?”

“You can't.” Ron says, “That's a barred window, not a door.” Tony chuckles, “Ha, I know. And I know ya probably aren't too pleased to see me, heh.” “I'd be more pleased if we weren't separated by a wall.” Ron says flatly. “I'm sure, Ron. Well I'll make it quick then.” Tony says, “Join us, eh? I'll getcha out of here and you'll join the team, we'll be unstoppable like we used to be.” “Used to be?” Ron questions. “Ehh not important, what's your answer?” Tony laughs. “No. Now leave.” Ron says annoyed. “Have it you're way, Brocc. But I'll be back tomorrow night, and the next. And the next.” Tony grins. In an instant, Ron is alone again.

#horror #pizzatime #creepypasta #vampires #pizza

[wrestlezon]

liveblog containment zone for aew dynamite 8/31/22

its aew time. i better see a convincing explanation for this cm punk business. also im 15 minutes behind because i waited for my friend to get home

ooo we startin with moxley ring promo boos!! well, he IS in chicago he sassin it UP OOH BIG WORDS to be honest i think its fine moxley is champ. hes a cool guy. i do want some sort of explanation/resolution for the punk side of things tho. you know, as a punk fan. ooooo paper match contract on the ground… whos gonna get it they should turn the lights out and then have the contract vanish. maximum cliffhanger im so curious… who… OH ACE STEEL POCKETING IT… THE CM PUNK CONNECTION… they cliffhangered it. mad lads wait maybe they'll come back to this tonight. im sitting up in my seat.

backstage promo with jericho okey dokey daniel garcia……….. ooooh hes pledging to the JAS but putting his cards on the table: no cheatery. win legit if you want my respect love to see it. the drama… all is fair in wrestling and romance huh

bryan danielson vs hager whoa table tackle already huh danielson trying SO hard not to kick hager in the dick lets go bryan chants im trying to imagine a crowd chanting for hager and its making me laugh. in what universe would this occur man that slap was loud tho hager doing his heel kiss moves, the crowd doesnt even have it in them to boo him ok now they perked up to boo him for his little walk around flex YOU SUCK chants lol bryan revvin up bryan danielson kick moves! bcc elbow moves! oh theyve been countered flips! grabs! ok lmao hager just casually took his hand out of that hold danielson cant lock him his head is just far too slippery ok he got the lock now hager really does have really long limbs tho. danielson wins with a knee! yay

uh oh its 2point0. time for the big faction beatdown oooo everyone got chased off now its jericho's time to sneak in. for the sneak attack GARCIA!!!!!! OHHHHHHH LMAO garcia's "oh i fucked up again -_-" face LOLLLLL

the wingmen are protesting in the ring huh whos theme is this oh!!! its morrissey! hes back to beat up a bunch of annoying chumps. for community service whoa! stokely is here too hiring morrissey… but for why stokely. to what ends!!! tony schiavone asking the questions i want answers to. what ARE you up to stokely! WOW AGGRO im so curious to see what becomes of the Stokely Faction

backstage with united empire whoa! don callis is here doing evil don callis stuff is he going to turn on omega, or are they both just trying to get ospreay's goat hmm :/c thinking…

whoa! kip sabian video! throwing down against pac

HELL YEAH MIRO VIDEO PROMO!!!!!!!!! darby trying to turn malakai's minions against him whoa. sting is saying stuff even. that black mist did a number on him

AHHHH CULT OF PERSONALITY??? CM PUNK!!!!!!! aww look at this sad boy (staring at a polaroid labeled DO NOT BELIEVE HIS LIES) hmm dang thats a lot of plates and screws lmao crowdguy got owned "i probably shouldnt have said that" hee hee oh youre still trying to be a good guy. keep up the terrible work at it king my foot is fine. turns out my 100% is just weak now sorry punk but also lmao how can punk turn heel he loves the crowd and the crowd loves him he could blame the crowd for encouraging him to do dumb bullshit but i feel like thats too much of what kenny said last or last last week punk in his sadlad era. he is soooooo sad and dejected ohhh!! ace steel is here. pep talk your student mr steel PUNK LOOKS LIKE SUCH A POOR LITTLE MEOW MEOW LOLLLLL ohhhhh PUNK IS GETTING BULLIED AROUND A LIL jacket: OFF nips: OUT cm punk sadlad hours are OVER suddenly. just needed to get pushed around and yelled at a bit lmao ok dude really did just crumbled last week arbitrarily then huh either he oversold it or he is overly gassed up and gonna get owned again or win via the magic of Chicago (which uh. i mean. sounds lame when its just like that. we'll see)

JR arbitrates an argument between jungle boy and christian cage the spooky ambience in the background is making me laugh. opposite effect unfortunately youre not wrestling jungle boy. youre wrestling… JACK PERRY oh my. jack perry…

wardlow + ftr vs uhhhh whoops wait i wasnt looking sorry i tuned out at this point i was trying to get ingredients for lunchables

WHOA MOXLEY IS BACK the rematch is official i hope its a vicious bloody hell match i literally dont care who wins or who loses i just want a good fucking match which is what i THOUGHT i was going to get last week >:/ for dicking me around like this they will have to pull off an EXTRA good match to make it worth it. they could have just had a regular good match, but nooo, they did all this nonsense instead. now they have to make a legendary match to make up for it. is that what you wanted? pressure and expectations from me, the random viewer? biiiiiitch

backstage with the dark order oh no! preston vance is injured! evil uno is filling in to replace him! what the. andrade is here money??? the idea of andrade legitimately wanting to hire the dark order for any ends besides to sabotage them is so funny though they are not even the most competent out of the incompetent goofballs out there (the best friends, imo, are the most competent incompetents) oh i see andrade just has a compulsion, an obsession, about unmasking guys thats so funny because 10 and evil uno are like so not even REMOTELY in his path or field of view so andrade literally went out of his way to find the nearest masked guys and bully them i dont like the unmasking bits though but i can appreciate the concept of stupid badguy obsessions esp when andrade is doing them so incompetently just walking up and is like look money. hey. wanna take your mask off for me baby also 10 is always hanging out without his mask in vlogs as 10 so the privacy violation is less of a thing for him. not evil uno though leave him alone lmfao did 10 just no-sell that TASER

rush vs dante martin vs rey fenix vs yuta a taste of the ladder match on the ppv i see oh! yuta winning with the seatbelt! love to see it

backstage with alex reynolds and john silver oh no… your backups have been taken out. what now :)c oh hiiii hangmannnnn how unexpected

BEST FRIENDS ARE GOING TO LOSE 100%

i hope they at least give us a banger match on the way out though

excalibur forced to announce 10000 matches im glad they gave him more time this time around at least

the big semifinal! the elite vs united empire lmao kenny's entrance just DIGGING at ospreay there are so many crazy moves happening. im trying to pay attention however that spinny frontflip thing on ospreay though, yeowch did he get got for realsies with that "the basic sidestep" is my absolute favorite wrestling countermove ospreay just yoinking kenny's shirt off. im down for it oh kenny omega does cupping too. man's got a case of the pepperonis they pulled out all the stops i thought the elite were actually gonna lose for a hot second there

#livezon

[kaz11283]

I really like the prompt list you reblogged it’s got some good stuff. What about 37. “Because I love you god damn it!” with Loki if you are still needing inspiration.

37) Because I Love You God Damn It!

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The Secret Is Out

Characters: the Avengers Bunch, Loki, Thor, Clint

Warnings: Dirty words, slight angst

Summary: after putting your life in the line for a teammate you accidentally let a big secret slip.

Announcements: I will always need insperation and requests! They feed my soul! Haha. I'm not gonna lie. Im skipping back and forth on my requests though. I have a really good story line for one but its just so emotional(thats were Im hoping it goes at least) that I didnt want to write it tonight and put my self in a mood. So instead I guess im goimg with a form of anger? Meh. Anyways... I absolutly love love love everything from you guys! The reblogs, likes, and comments are amazing and I am very greatful for all the love I am getting!!!! 💚💚💚💚💚

Loki Masterlist

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The fight had been rough but not as rough as you were feeling in the moment. You had gotten serverly hurt and had been in the medbay for about a week now and you had a longer road ahead. There had been an explosion and instead of turning to run away you had ran toward one of your team members that had been to distracted to realize what was going on, you had successfully gotten him shoved out of the way but you had taken the brunt of the blast.

Now you were laying here staring at the celing trying to stay distracted as Bruce and Tony looked at your completely shaddered knee and the burns up your leg. Fingers crossed that they would have good news soon.

"Well as of right now kid your out of commission." Tony said helping you sit back up.

"Meaning?" You pulled one of the pillows down so that you could sit up without being uncomfortable.

"Meaning right now, the way it all looks, your gonna be stuck in the bed until it fully heals and after wards theres really no way to tell if your going to be able to work in the field again." Burce said looking at the xrays again. "And your gonna have to have surgery in order to put all the right pieces back in the right places, but we cant really do that until some of the burns heal or at least start to heal. Its gonna be a long drawn out process unfortunately." He sighed setting the charts back down and walking over to you.

"Fucking hell! You mean I'm gonna be pushing paper work? I might as well go work in a damn office with four white walls and a poster that says 'hang in there, its almost Friday'." You placed your head in your hands.

"Hey! At least our paper work is more exciting than just running numbers." Tony said placing a hand on your back. He had been like a fsther to you, taking you in when you didnt have anywhere else to turn except the streets. Your own family had abandoned you at a young age and you had been leaning toward a dark path until Tony. "Besides with your expertise you dont have to sit behind a desk, your fingers arent blown off, you can still hack into stuff I'm sure."

"Tony we had a deal when I moved in. No hacking but you would train me and I could actually do good. Now look at me."

"I said no hacking the good guys, and if I remember correctly you were the one jumping close to the bomb not away from. I hate to be this way y/n but the only one to blame is yourself on this one."

"He would have been worst off than I am if not killed. I think I did the right thing. Besides you would have done the same thing if you had been closer." You sighed.

"Honey the diffrence with that is I have a supersuit, you wear a skin tight, spandex one peice, that I'm not a fan of." He laughted. Bruce had went to go get you some more pain killers to shoot into your IV.

"Tony if I were you I would shut up. Your starting to sound like you might actually love me, might even say your starting to act like a dad." You laughed pulling him into a hug.

"Shut it kid, cant let the others know I have a soft spot for the hacker orphan kid i took in all those years ago now can I." He said kissing the top of your head. "Do you need anything else before the drugs kick in and you pass out again?"

"Yes, can you please bring me my phone charger, laptop, and that really fluffy blanket that you and Pep got for me for Christmas."

"Dont ask to much of me now."

"I wouldnt be asking if you would just let me stay in my room. I hate it down here. I wanna be were the people are." You were starting to get loopy from whatever Bruce had given you.

"Ok little mermaid, get some rest I'll get your stuff." He laughed walking out the door letting you fall into a restless sleep.

You didnt know how long you hade been asleep but you woke up with a groan trying to sit up so you could atleast stretch your back from laying in one spot for to long. You flopped back down dramatically with a sigh. You could sense someine else in the room with you, you always knew when he was around.

"You dont have to hide in the shadows Loki. Your more than welcome to keep me company, you should know that by now." You smiled as the prince walked over and sat in the chair beside you. You could tell he hadnt been sleeping, his hair was fixed as always but his clothes looked worst for wear. He had on a plain black shirt and a pair of gray sweat pants, both of with had wrinkles in them either from tossing and turning or from not being changed in a few days.

"Whats wrong? And dont pull that 'nothing is wrong dear. I'm absolutly fine.' Bullshit. You look horrible." You reatched out to grab his hand. What you and Loki had was diffrent. You didnt just see his as a friend, he didnt just see you as that either though. You had spent many nights sitting up with the silver tounge man many nights laying on the couch watching movies, reading, talking about each of your pasts. He knew more about you than even Tony did.

"I'm still currently trying to wrap my head around why you pushed me out of the way and took the blow when you had a chance of dying from it. You shouldnt have been so thick headed my dear." He took your hand and raised it to his lips kissing the top of your hand.

"Loki." You sighed rolling your head to look back up at the celing. "You would have been hurt alot wordt than I am now, that blast could have killed you."

"I am a god y/n, that blast wouldnt have caused me nearly as much damage as it did you." His voice raised slightly.

"Thats what you think. You think that because you are "immortal" that you can take anything thats thrown at you. That no one really cares about you, that you wouldnt be missed? So why not try to take a blow from a bomb? My god your so stupid sometimes."

"I know I can. Norns y/n I've jumped into space, been brain washed, tried to take over New York, gotten smashed around by the Hulk. I was raised with Thor, he doesnt really go easy on a person. What I'm saying is I dont understand why you, a mear midguardian, would sacrifice themselves for me. If anything would have happened-"

"Nothing did happen though. I'm fine-"

"You have steel sticking from your leg, theres no telling when or even if you'll be able to walk again, and there are highly server burns that will leave scares. You cannot sit there and tell me that you are fine."

"Your right it does suck that I'm jot gonna be able to pull off shorts or a bikini anymore."

"This isnt a joke y/n. You almost died!" He finally yelled.

"And i would do it a thousand times over if that ment saving your damn ass again!" You shouted back.

"Why though?! Why me y/n? I've done horrible things, killed people! My life is meaningless." Tears had sprang to his eyes as he looked away.

"Because I love you God damn it!" You stopped suddenly your jaw dropping at the admission that you hadnt ment for him to hear. His head jerked back to you.

"What?" Shock was all over his face as he stood to walk closer to you. "What did you just say?"

"Because I love you Loki Odinson. Because if you were to die I dont think I would be able to go on living. Because even if you see all the bad things that you've done I can look pass that amd see all the good that you are doing." You reached up placing a hand on his cheek and wiping away a tear.

"I love you too y/n. I have since the day I met you. The girl that didnt care what anyone said when she spent time with me. The girl that can see through every face i put on. I love you so much darling." He placed his hand on your face and leaning down gently kissing your lips.

It felt like you thought it always should you felt electricity run through your body and the two of you connected. It was like getting a breath after not being able to for so long. He pulled away smiling at you.

"What do we tell the others?" He asked laying on with bed with you being easy with your leg. He placed his arm around your middle and pulled you as close as he could.

"I honestly dont care what we tell them. They can figure it out themseves for all I care." You smiled lacing your fingers with his, you yawned placing your head on his shoulder closing your eyes.

"Sleep now my Dove, I will be here when you wake." He felt your gentle breath slow as you fell asleep, the rhythm you of your breath lulling him into his own sleep.

Tony and Bruce walked in the next morning stopping dead at the sight in front of them. You and Loki were still cuddled on the small bed sleeping peacefully.

"Should we wake them up?" Bruce asked looking at Tony.

"Na, let them sleep. Dont want to let them know that we know." Tony saod grabbing Bruce's arm and turning to walk back out of the door.

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[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Tony Stark’s son (Part 1)

Tony Stark x son!reader

warnings:

a/n: me and noah are abt to blow ur minds lmfaooo -> takes place around the same timeline as the daughter!reader ones aka y/n was born in 2000

prompt: i had to

part 2

the world was raving over this billionaire playboy’s newest title: father

and boy, did the headlines get interesting

among your favorite magazine covers, your all-time favorite was

Tony Stark: World’s Most Eligible DILF

^accompanied with a picture of your dad holding you

(tony stark’s superpower is being a dilf, it’s just a fact ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

“look at us, kid. that’s me and you! wow! you make me look magnificent”

*babbling*

you were so...boring to him

like tony watching you was wonderful, he absolutely adored having a kid to take care of...but babies don’t do much of anything

rhodey came to see you every chance he got

“rhodey! what’s going on?”

“i’m not here for you, i’m here for the baby”

ouch....

rhodey was a fuckin awesome uncle

one of the only level-headed people you could call family

back to dad:

“hey, little guy, what’s up? any baby-things you wanna do today? anything on your mind?”

he really wanted you to speak to him

your first word was “duck”

he’s pretty sure you meant “fuck”

“love this kid!”

who wouldn’t?

“let’s play ‘superman’” he runs flies you around the house

he talks abt single dad things to get women to swoon over him

tony always has baby food stains and spit up all over himself

YOURE SPOILED

he has a separate garage for those tiny drivable cars that kids can vroom in, you know what im talking about

“god, you’re gonna be so cool when you grow up”

tony stark is a rough-and-tough dad

loves to get wild when it’s playtime

“y/n, catch!” *ball hits you in the face* “alright, not an athlete, that’s okay”

“i’m good!”

tinkering in the workshop with dear ol’ dad

“alright, sport, what’s your million-dollar idea?”

“a car that’s powered by water”

“i knew i shouldnt have let you watch that 70s show”

you actually did become a handful growing up

if tony didn’t want to Dad(tm) for a few hours, he’d make happy take you to chuck e. cheese

“buy the kid as many tokens as he wants, it doesn’t matter”

tony would either take a long, much needed nap or work until he crashed

one time he heard you blasting black sabbath in your room and opened the door to see you playing air guitar and he shut the door and cried

so proud

you wanted to go to school but you were a budding genius so he wanted to teach you himself

this would be around the time that tony went missing

which was traumatic for you and it didn’t seem like anybody cared

pepper was your godmother so she had to take care of you while he was away, but she was super busy and emotional about the whole thing

happy and pepper honestly acted like divorced parents shuttling their child back and forth

“it’s your day, happy! pick him up, i have to go to work!”

but eventually, tony found his way back to you and you cried really hard and there were snot bubbles and he tried to lighten the mood with jokes and he was like

“hey, i brought you some sand from my vacation!”

sir,,,, please

this mf started making a suit of armor and you didn’t think a thing of it

“can i help? can i help? can i help?”

lab assistant y/n reporting for duty

“sure, junior. grab me that screwdriver”

“flat or philips?”

“lets try flat, i gotta wedge this thing apart the old fashioned way”

you were learning so much

and he was really supportive of any idea you pitched

“we can give that a try, no problem!”

you hacked into the avengers initiative files bc you were curious about what agent coulson had to say

“dad, you would be such a cool superhero!”

“are you saying i’m not a superhero already? hellooo, single dad?”

“you’re not single! you have pepper!”

“dammit, you’re right i cant use that line anymore”

you started to DREAM of becoming an avenger

you thought you’d be able to get an in if your dad committed to it

“my dad’s an avenger” -you to everyone when youre trying to threaten them

“so, mr. fury, when can i become an avenger?”

“how old are you?”

“i’ll be 13 real soon”

“ask your dad”

honestly tony liked the idea of a father/son superhero team

but in practice?

“hey, y/n, sorry if i don’t tell you this enough, but i love you”

“love you too, dad”

the avengers seemed to enjoy your company

you still radiated stark energy, so that really hurt your likable-ness

“c-can i get your autograph?” -you to captain america

“not you too!” -tony

“shhh, dad, i’m talking to a celebrity”

tony is majorly offended

soon the avengers were your family, which was odd to get used to

lots happens in your life, that was for sure

every time you turned on the news it was something about an avenger

“dad...cnn says steve is a fugitive”

“sucks to be him” *eats toast*

tony makes u breakfast special :)

“want a pop tart?”

“sure...yeah, nat’s a fugitive too, it seems”

“she’ll be fine”

avengers tower was pretty cool, you and thor played ping pong together when you were there

“thor, if you use mjölnir as a paddle again you’re gonna kill me with a ping pong ball!”

you hung out at the malibu house a whole lot

theres a framed picture of the “Tony Stark: DILF” magazine cover on your wall

your friends were other rich kids

“y/n, you know all your friends are douchebags, right?”

“i am well aware”

you threw parties at said malibu house when tony and pepper were gone

“sir, there’s a disturbance at your home”

“which one, JARVIS?”

“malibu”

“shit, y/n’s there! what’s wrong?”

“see for yourself” *pulls up cameras*

“are you kidding me, JARVIS? you think i care if y/n’s trashing the house? you had me thinking he was being attacked or held hostage or something, jesus”

you programmed “the panic protocol” into JARVIS’s system without tony knowing, which can sense when tony has anxiety/panic attacks and figure out how to calm him

JARVIS sends you a notification if you aren’t in immediately vicinity, then he troubleshoots to find the best solution for tony until you can help

either music, counting, breathing reminders, water reminders, etc

“dad, everything alright?”

“im good, son! real good!”

eventually you found a good excuse for getting a suit

“dad, i think terrorist attacks warrant a need for armor...for my protection!”

“fine, we’ll develop a suit for you”

“no need! i already engineered one while you were busy, it’s downstairs”

“impressive. you’re grounded”

“nooo! unground me please!”

“fine, ungrounded”

youre one foot in the door becoming an avenger

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[sadachmesarthim]

C-cowboy starker? What if cowboy starker, I mean? I think... cattle driver Tony maybe, and ranch hand Peter,,, always wanted to write about this but I’m shy 🙈

mid-writing edit: i’ve spent half an hour on this and my computer is literally lagging with how fast i’m typing. i really hope this makes sense because holy shit, i love cowboy starker. anon, i need you in my inbox every single fucking time you have an idea about starker. idk if it’s in passing, idk if it’s super fleeting and doesn’t make sense. anon, you are my muse

ohhhhh my god anon i ,, love this idea so much i’ve actually thought about this a bit ngl you don’t even know how much i like western aus

okay so hear me out:

i’m thinking brokeback type shit, right?? but just a tad different like be honest who doesn’t like the whole bbm trope yfm and twink jake gyllenhaal is my baby okay okay okay sorry babe i’m still crossfaded as fuck and i could talk about that movie for days anyway back on topic

- no okay but think of it - tony, he’s recently divorced and morgan, his baby girl, his one and only daughter, she’s 19 now and seeing this absolute gentleman of a roughneck. his house is empty, he isn’t paying child support anymore, he doesn’t have this bitchy redhead on his ass 24/7 about getting a job in the city

- because tony hates the city, hates that his father dragged them away from the mountains and prairies he remembers from his childhood. hates what the city gave him - black eyes and mean names and disappointed parents

- so tony high tailed it the fuck out of dodge the second he turned 18. abandoned school, abandoned his family, took his beat up ford out to montana and disappeared. married this nice girl, virginia pepper, worked construction to support her while she went to school. had a pretty baby girl a year or two later. moved both of his girls out to a ranch he bought with their tiny savings, got a couple’a cows and a horse and made friends with a neighbor with a bull

- but eventually, pep had bigger dreams. they were both young when they got married, didn’t look past the immediate sexual compatibility to see that their futures were well and truly not going to go well together

- so she left the ranch, took morgan with, and made her way to the city. became some big lawyer or doctor or businesswoman or something, tony didn’t know. didn’t really care because the child support invoices still came every single month like clockwork. 

- so instead of focusing on his distant daughter and his ex wife that wouldn’t listen to him and his family that just... didn’t understand, he threw himself into the wildlife around him

- became closer with those neighbors that had a bull. eventually came to an agreement and let him free with his girls

- built a very solid herd of highlanders in a handful of years, slowly attracting the attention of more and more owners wanting to trade, to buy, to sell 

- and maybe one year, he realizes, he’s in a bit too far over his head with this. he has 100 of these four legged fuckers, he has 50 acres to take care of by himself, he has horses to feed and shoe and groom. he has fields to plant and water and harvest if he wants to feed any of the animals mentioned above

- so he reaches out to his neighbors, puts feelers out and sees if anyone knows a farmhand who’d want to help him out, maybe live on the property full time for a bit. and when he gets a call back his heart breaks a bit, because oh my god he wasn’t prepared for this

- a kid, can’t have been more than morgan’s age, has responded to him, and he’s good with his hands mr. stark, and he knows his way around animals mr. stark, been takin’ care of ‘em for his whole life now mr. stark 

- and this kid is ,, he sounds so innocent and sweet there’s no way tony’s gonna say yes before he actually meets him 

- so tony gives the kid his address, tells him to come out and give things a once over before he makes his mind up

- so peter does. he comes out, introduces himself, looks around the property with tony. and tonys heart hurts, because this kid, this kid that’s standing right in front of him, is almost skin and bones and looks like he’s about to crumble into dust and blow away in his hands

- he brings peter into the house, brings him coffee, offers him food. even after peter politely declines he brings over some bread to share, maybe a slice of pie?? maybe tony can cook and bake. he has a sweet tooth after all, and he’s been on his own for the better part of two decades. 

- and he really gets to know peter. they sit, they talk, until the sun dips down and the open mountain chill takes over them

- and peter tells him that he’s been on his own for a couple of years, that his parents died when he was young and that his aunt and uncle took him in on their ranch. that he grew up around animals, working, helping out

- but when they died the property was repossessed by the bank and peter’d all but ran with ben’s keys and the clothes on his back. he’s been on the road ever since, going from missouri to texas to wyoming to montana, all in search of work, never staying in one place longer than a few months. 

- he doesn’t tell tony that he’s secretly so, so tired of life on the road. doesn’t say how elated he was when he heard someone was looking for a fairly long-term live in farm hand. because that’s something he knew, something he was good at. 

- he also doesn’t tell tony that his heart skipped several beats in a row the second peter laid eyes on him, and that he really wants to work for the gorgeous man in front of him

- it’s finally dark, his coffee cup is long empty and abandoned and peter’s just spilled nearly every single deep dark secret he’s ever had. tony’s closing the windows, and peter makes for the door. he’s taken up enough of this beautiful kind man’s time, he should leave before he stays even further past his welcome

- but tony’s stopping him, blocking him from the door, lightly grabbing his wrist and turning peter to face him fully

- and he’s asking begging pleading  telling peter he should stay, that the spare room upstairs is warm and not going to be used anytime soon. that he still needs a farmhand and, as he sees it, peter’s already here

- secretly, tony can’t stand to see him leave

- he couldn’t handle letting his man this... kid, really, leave. not when tony could provide for him. not when he could feed him until his edges soften and his cheeks round out and his tummy gets squishy. not when he could work him into a sweat outside, watch that paperwhite skin turn a rich tan under the summer sun

- not even when he realizes the sudden care for the orphan in front of him is slowly becoming less familial, less platonic, and more... instinctual. base. greedy. 

- because who better to make sure this kid is looked after than tony? tony, who has work-worn hands and time-softened eyes and cooking skills any bachelor would die for

- it’s honestly not even that shocking to him when peter says yes

- not when he takes his hand off the doorknob and immediately turns, immediately breathes out a “yes, yes of course mr. stark, thank you so much mr. stark, i’ll do whatever you need me to, you’re incredible mr. stark”

- and it all immediately goes to tony’s dick head because fuck, that was not the intended reaction but it was absolutely welcome, what the fuck

- so tony takes him upstairs, gets peter settled in the guest bedroom right across from his own

- and when he goes to bed that night he absolutely does not touch himself while thinking about the barely 20something thats maybe 10 feet away. doesn’t think about what peter said earlier, with tony’s hand wrapped around his wrist

- absolutely doesn’t cum with peter’s name on his lips, biting down on his knuckles so peter doesn’t hear

- and peter absolutely doesn’t cum with three fingers in his ass, tears streaming down his face, listening to the creaking mattress springs and heavy breathing from across the hall. of course he doesn’t

- and of course they don’t get along well. of course not. of course they don’t work together like they’re telepathically connected, not even needing to speak to know what the other is thinking. it’s like peter can read his mind, knowing exactly what needs done when

- but it’s not just tony. peter can tell before anyone else when the farrier needs to be called. when one of the girls is pregnant, even before she starts showing. knows when one of the cattle dogs has a hurt paw without even seeing him. can tell when it’s going to rain, so he knows whether or not it’ll be a good day to cut the alfalfa fields

- it’s a little freaky to be honest but tony doesn’t hate it. it’s really useful with everything on the farm, and it’s... it’s nice. having someone that can so effortlessly understand him. 

- it’s also like peters... totally unaware of it. like he doesn’t even know he knows things he shouldnt know. which blows tony’s mind even more. 

- it kinda turns him on, and he finds himself with his hand around his cock wondering if peter knows he’s getting off thinking about him. like, more than once. maybe even more than once a week. definitely more than once a week. 

- and maybe peters kind of catching on, a little. that maybe his feelings toward his employer/landlord/new friend are shared

- it also doesn’t help that he gets uncontrollably aroused every time tony goes to bed. like. every... single... time...

- peter always knew he was.. attentive. but he didn’t know it would manifest as literally feeling tony’s arousal through the fucking walls

- and it doesn’t help that peter’s filling out. he’s getting darker as the months get warmer, he’s getting significantly more meat on his bones now that he’s eating more and working more

- and it really doesn’t help that tony is getting eyefuls of the half naked ranch hand almost 24/7. it’s really not his fault that peter works better without a shirt on

- and maybe it comes to a head one day. maybe they’re picking up alfalfa bales from one of the fields and they stop to take a break and tony just ,, can’t handle sweaty, tan, barely-a-twink-anymore peter.

- and peter can feel it, with his ,, unique senses, that tony’s watching him. like, a lot. like, way more than normal even 

- so he decides to play it up a bit. he takes his shirt off, he throws his gloves in the bed of the truck and balls the tee in his hands, wiping his face off with it and sighing deeply

- and he knows tony saw that because he could fucking hear tony’s breathing change and he smirks a little bit, because that’s enough confirmation for him to know for sure

- so he looks up, and he meets tony’s eyes, and they’re wild and feral and tony looks like one of the wolves that tried to take out one of their cows last winter - hungry and ready to devour what was in front of him

- and peter just looks at him, a little incredulous, and finally speaks up: ‘you gonna get over here ‘n kiss me, or what?’ - and tony fucking breaks

- he turns the truck off and slams the door when he gets out, grabbing peter by the neck and fucking dragging him against tony’s clothed body

- “do you know what you’ve been doing this whole time?” 

- of course peter does, tony, you fucking moron. he knows and he’s been trying to get you to rip him to shreds, dumbass. you’re just oblivious

- but tony still can’t help but see the tiny young man that walked up on his doorstep those years ago, can’t help but want to protect him and keep him safe and warm and fed 

- so of course tony wanted to go slow, and wanted to be gentle with peter

- but pete was having fucking none of that, because oh my god tony i’m not 19 anymore please just fuck me already and been wanting you for way too long and please tony just--  and he grabs tony’s hand and makes him squeeze even harder

- and it’s hot, and it’s messy, and it’s not even really sex, just them rutting and grabbing and jerking each other off up against the door of tony’s truck, belt buckles undone and jeans just barely tugged down

- and tony’s basking in it, watching peter’s eyes screw shut and his pretty plush lips open and the little ‘aah, nngh fuck, tony’s that push their way from his throat

- and he knows, the second they’re done here, they’re abandoning their work for the day and he’s taking peter back to the house and he’s going to show him what this is like for real, what it means to be touched with intention and love and emotion behind it - not just a quick handjob standing in the hay field

- and he does. he worships peter’s body when they get back to the house

- he kisses every single part of him, nips at the tiny bit of excess fat on his stomach and thighs and hips, relishing in the fact that peter is his, his to take care of, his to keep safe and healthy and happy

- and eventually, the guest room opens up again. peter’s stuff slowly moves into tony’s room. he stops getting paid, but that’s okay

- because why would you get paid to work on your own farm? 

#starker #anon #asked #answered #.ask #i like this idea anon #please see me for any and all future requests you may have #because holy shit #this was enjoyable #anyway im high as FUCK please excuse if this doesn't make sense #love u nonnie #word count: 2.4k

[random-fandom1]

I've been 0retty inactive the past few days (*cough*weeks*cough*). I've been having exams and shit but my last ones tommorow so I'll be back up and running in no time.

I also wanted to give yous the link to the promised Wattpad oneshot story. It only has three parts right now but like I said, after tommorow I'll be free

Anyway in the mean time, let's imagine a Eurovison Winterspider headcanon

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Bucky is competing for Romania while Peter is competing for Poland (I didn't want to go with the classic Tom Holland Britain)

Bucky has been trained for this practically his whole life, coached from the age of 7 after being discovered by a famous producer.

Peter on the other hand is just naturally gifted. One minute he's on the streets of Krakow singing his heart out and then he's being shipped off to Italy for the EuroVision song contest

Bucky and Peter both meet in the hall outside their dressing rooms, and they instantly hate eachother

Literally can't stand one another

Tony, Peters dad had to come and separate them after Peter threatened to jump Bucky once

The day of taht they need to perform their first song comes, and they're both secretly hoping the other fails and gets kicked

But there's no such luck

Instead, they find themselves mesmerised by eachother performance

Bucly thinks that Peter sings with the voice of a thousand angels cascading down on him, he swears he got lifted away.

Peter also thinks Buckys amazing. The gruff of his voice adding a nice bit of depth to his song. He might be in love, he thinks. Peter quickly shakes the thought from his head

By the time the second show comes along, both have realised that they are in love with the other. But they're so oblivious to the fact that the other likes them too.

People have started making bets

Shuri and MJ, the violinists in Oeters band may or may not have started it

One night Peter is leaving his hotel room, going over some lyrics for his next show without looking where hes going. Suddenly he bumps into a wall and falls.

The wall also falls

It moves as well

Maybe it's not a wall

He looks up to quickly apologise when he sees Bucky about to do the same.

"Hi" Peter says, suddenly realising how close they are

"Hi to you too"

"Um, not to be rude but you knee is kind of, um, you know" Peter gestures down to where Buckys knee is in between his legs, a blush spreading across his cheeks

Bucky just smirks and starts to grind a bit against his crotch

"I'm afraid I don't quite understand what your meaning. I'm quite comfortable" Buckys thick Romanian accent runs through him

'Jezus, he had to choose now to do that?" Peter can fell his crotch start to grow in his joggers

He had to wear those today, didn't he?

Bucky suddenly stops and stares down at Peter

Peter stares back

Slowly they start to lean in and they're lips collide

Sparks fly

The buzzing of the fireflys fades away

It feels so right

Things quickly escalate and now Peter and Bucky are lying in one of their beds, sweaty and tired out

"Hej, why don't we play 20 questions?"Peter asks out of the blue

"Sure doll, you go first"

"Um, how is your, um, oh I know! How is your English so good?"

"My father is American, I go see him every few years but it is hard with me not wanting to leave my mama, you know?"

"Yeah, I kind of get you. Your turn"

"Ok, how is YOUR English so good?"

"My mama is polish qnd my father is British, I grew up in both countries. My parents are still together but my family is all over the place. I guess I just was bound to pick it up. Ok now my turn, um, when did you first realise you might like me?"

"Honestly, since the moment I saw you. Until you opened your mouth"

"Oh zamkni się" Peter tackles him and starts to kiss all over his face

One thing lwads to another and I think you know what happens next

A few weeks past

The day of the finals finally came

Peter and Bucky are officially dating (in secret) for 2 weeks now and couldnt be happier.

Peter is getting warmed up in his dressing room when he feels arms wrap around him from behind

"Hej doll"

He spins round in his lovers arms and captures his lips in his own, enjpying the feeling if being so close

"Shouldnt you be getting warmed up?"

"Already have darling, just need to stick my shirt on in s second and Ill be ready"

"Oh, um. Well, Im really scared Jamie. Like shotting bricks scared"

"Oh darling, you don't have to be scared, i lo -" An automated voice suddenly cuts him off

"Can Romania please make his way to stage 1. 5 minute call"

"Well thats me doll, good luck" Bucky kisses his lips quickly before running out the room

"Good luck babe!" Peter bearly manages to shout back

Peter fixes his outfit. Its kind of like a mixture of Damianos outfit from last year and Harry Styles. Black leather dungarees paired with a shimmery pink top. He looks good, st least that's what Bucky said

Suddenly a bright light emits from the small TV in the corner, causing Peter to turn to it

There standing on screen looking absolutely gorgeous is his boyfriend, who lied about that shirt. He stood tgere in black pants and huge angel wings on his back

The first note from the piano hit and the voice of angels filled the small dressing room

Peter quickly decided to sprint from the room to stage 1, the song following him through the halls.

He got there in record time, and there he was. Bucky was there singing his heart out

A tear came to Peters eye. But it was there as sson as ot was gone. The last high note sounded and Bucky said his thanks.

And it had finshed

A man was suddenly on Peter, pushing him onto the stage just as Bucky walked off. They made eye contact briefly before Peter stumbled on

The bright lights h8t him first

This was really happening

Shuri gave him a thumbs up, which he retyrned, before she played the first note

Then he was off

He started singing in instinct, beautiful voice fillinv the stadium

And before he knew it, he was hittibg the last note and collapsing to the ground, all wron out

Thats when he felt strong arms wrapped around him, soft lips on his neck and the scent of bucky surrounding him

He was safe

Tired

and most importantly, with his lover

Bucky and Peter both somehow toed in first

First time it ever happened

After Eurovison, they both went back to their own countries

Peter spending some quality time with his father Tony and Mama Steve

Bucky suprised him a month later by showing up with a bag full of clothes

They dated for 3 more years before tieing the knot

Peter gave birth to twins the following year.

He always used to think nothing good could coem from hate, he guesses he was wrong

life was great

#winterspider #peter parker #bucky barnes #tony stark #steve rogers #superfamily #marvel #cute #bucky x peter

[another-stark-sub]

Okay so I know it’s smutty Saturday; but this just came to mind. If it doesn’t work that’s fine; I was thinking what about head cannons where Tony is having nightmares about losing you? But he isn’t saying anything about them and ends up smothering you before he finally confesses?

Girl smutty saturday can also be soft saturday

Tony was always clingy. Not in a bad codependent way, but it was expected. Hes a superhero, and seemingly half of well known villains had some sort of motive against him

It was mostly too much gift giving or many check ups. Away on missions, hed send you something every day

"So I know youre thinking about me."

"Tony, I always think about you."

Seven months into dating Tony, something strange happened.

You woke up to breakfast. It wasnt unusual for Tony to maybe wake up earlier than you and cook breakfast, but what was unusual was that he should be on the helicopter to New York.

"Tony?"

"Morning!" He flipped a pancake and nodded. "Breakfast is covered. Don't worry about a thing, dear." He kissed your cheek.

"Oh, ok." You sat down and stared at the copious amount of breakfast foods laid put for you. "Shouldnt you be on a helicopter?"

"Cancelled. So, thought I might as well give you something to wake up to." He put the last, kinda burnt, pancake on a plate and kissed your head.

"Oh." You nodded. This was new. "Thank you, honey." Something was off, but there have off things abt tony before. He diesnt like to be handed things. He was a messy and somehow organized workspace. Maybe cooking when something is cancelled is one of things.

Throughout the day, Tony didn't let you lift a finger. While at work, a lunch from your favorite restaurant was delivered to you. You got texts asking if you were ok and if you needed anything at least once an hour.

Again, something was definitely off, but maybe it wasnt that badm tony didnt talk to you about anything off, so maybe he was handling it himself

But this continued for the next few days. And a week has passed with home-cooked breakfasts and hourly check ups when Iron Man himself knocked in the window by your desk.

"Tony!"

The mask came off and he smiled. "Your phone," he said.

You checked and lo and behold, you missed the hourly check up text and dozens more after that.

That was when it didnt matter if Tony didnt bring it up with you. You had to approach this.

Iron man flew you home, and when Tony was out of the suit, you asked, "What's going on?"

"Hm? The suit? Got it all tricked out. Stayed up last night-"

"No, not that." You stepped closer to him. "Youre acting strange."

He made a face. "You just found that out now. How long have we been together again?"

"Enough for me to know that something is up." You smiled and reached up to cradle his face in your hands. "Hey, you can tell me anything. You know that right?" Giving him more options, you added, "And if you dont wanna talk to someone else, Rhodey, Bruce, thats ok too, but something is wrong and-"

"Nightmares," he blurted out.

"Nightmares." You gulped. "Ok." You rubbed his arms. "You wanna talk about or" -you pursed your lips- "what about can I do anything?"

He ducked his head, avoiding your gaze. "I, uh..." he startled to mumble and pulled away from your grasp. He sat down by one of his benches and leaned against his thighs. "My nightmares are about you." He finally looked up at you, and you could see tears in his eyes. "You die."

...

That was not what you were expecting. Still, you immediately took your place next to him. Your fingers gently lifted his chin so he could look at you. "Hey, Im right here." You smiled and wiped the stray tear on his cheek. "And Im not leaving."

"Im dangerous. You know that right?" He shook his head. "I couldnt protect Yinsen. Or Phil. The people in Sokovia, the ones we lost in New York-"

"And what about the people you saved?" You smiled. "Tony, you save people too. And if i ever were in trouble, I wouldnt place my money on a god with a hammer or an agency I dont trust. Id place all my bets on you."

"What if I-"

"No what if's." You laughed. "I love you, and even if I get cancer and die tomorrow or if we die of old age in a hundred years, I'd just be grateful that I spent as many days as I could with you."

He scoffed. "Even if Iron Man picks you up from work?"

"Yes." You laughed. "Although, Id rather it be because you weren literally worried sick about me." You perked up. "Plus! Cap's been giving me lessons. I think i can take down a common mugger if I wanted to."

"Really? Well, maybe you can be my new sparring partner. Banner's too good."

You laughed and kissed him. "Next time, please tell me."

"Of course."

It’s Smutty Saturday! Send me some headcanon prompts!

#tony stark x reader #tony stark headcanons #smutty saturday

[just-my-fandom]

It's A... (Peter Parker x Stark! Reader)

Request; Could you please write a Peter Parker x Stark!Reader fic in which they start a family (or have just started a family) and Tony is alive and well? Thank you <3

+ R2; Reader and Peter with a baby reveal of the gender 💙

I will admit I absolutely did not like writing this one shot 😕

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"Love, please sit down," Peters hands circle at your wrists, pulling you away from the counter of the kitchen and into the living room

"But I gotta finish cooking, everyones going to be here soon," You whine, looking back at the spaghetti sauce that needed to be stirred and noodles that needed to be drained, "Pete," You complain,

"You've been working way to much today," Peter soothes, slipping his hands to your stomach and looking down at the large bump, "I'll finish the spagetti, go get every thing else ready for the shower,"

"What are you hoping for?" You ask quietly, hand placing itself over his and grabbing his fingers,

"Girl, definitely," Peter grins, and you laugh, head leaning back,

"What, so you can kick out all the boys who step foot on our porch? Im hoping for a boy, Spider Man 2.0," You press a finger to Peters chest, who rolls his eyes then looks over at a knock,

"Knock knock," Tony shouts from across your home, and you slide from Peters grip to slightly jog up to the door,

"Dad!" You grin, "Good, you can help Peter with the food since he wont let me," You pout, Tony laughing and pecking your forehead before stepping in, following Peter into said kitchen,

"Gift for the oncoming mom," Happy steps in, holding up a bag with blue polka dots and a pink ribbon, "Dont worry, doesnt have a label for either gender,"

"Thank you, Happy," You smile softly, setting the bag on a fold out table Peter set up, and look over as a door closes,

"The best friends have arrived!" Ned runs up to you, hands on your arms and then to your stomach, "I really hope this ones a boy,"

"Peter and Dad want a girl," You groan, and smile at him, "Glad someones on my side,"

"Hey, when do I get a say in this?" MJ greets you with a side smile, holding up a box the color blue with pink tape, "I say boy. Just so you wont hate me if it is a girl,"

"I could never hate you," You pout, "May should be here soon, I'm going to go wait outside for my dad's side of the family,"

"Shouldnt you be resting?" Ned question, your glare causing him to clam his lips shut,

"Just because I am pregnant doesnt mean I cant walk for Christ's sake, Im not old and dying," You snarl,

Ned sticks his hands up, MJ taking your arm and following you outside,

"Who owns a black car?" She asks, and you look over to see a group of five people,

"Its my Uncle Steve," You laugh, "I'll be right back, keep your phone on speed dial in case I trip and die," You tease,

You walk down the stone walkway of your home, Steve standing up from the front seat of his car, accepting your embrace,

"How're you handling, Y/N?" Steve asks, as Natasha and Wanda jog up to you, almost jumping in excitement as they touch your stomach and giggle,

"Everyones treating me like glass," You groan, arms sticking out so Bucky would get the hint and hug you lightly, "I can't even cook spaghetti without Peter telling me to sit down,"

"You're about to have a baby," Sam raises his eyebrow, and smiles, "They're just preparing for when he or she arrives,"

"He," You firmly point, "It better be a he because I am not allowing Peter to win this war by getting a daughter,"

"Wouldnt you want to doll her up?" Wanda asks, and you shrug, "I'm okay with having another spiderman around the house, maybe the baby will inherit his powers or whatever,"

"I have the box!" May shouts from two cars down, your eyes looking to see her and MJ pulling out a brown box with a string, "I dont even know what colors are inside, I made my next door neighbor do it for me,"

"You're really eager to find out what it is arent you May?" You snicker, and she jumps up and down, clapping,

"Can we please do the reveal before we eat?"

"Already planning that," You follow the group back into the house, "I dont want to get so nervous that I throw my food back up, so we're gonna do it first. I think everyones here," You exhale,

"Okay okay okay!" May squeals, "Lets go, backyard!"

. . . . . . .

"I cant do this,"

You release the string, stepping back as the crowd in front of you shouts for you to pull,

"I'm so scared!" You exclaim, Peter laughing as he takes your hand, grasping it tightly,

"Everythings going to be just fine," Peter pecks your lips warmly, "Whether its a girl or a boy I will love it,"

You breathe out, hand grabbing the string over top Peters, and counting to three out loud, you tug on the box, watching in astonishment as the bottom of the box opened, two colored ballons falling out and landing over you,

Silence fills the air as you catch a pink balloon, turning to Peter as he picks up a blue balloon, eyes on you then moving down to the letters on the balloon,

"We're having twins," He exhales, a smile breaking onto his lips, "We're having twins!"

"A boy and a girl?" You run your hand through your hair, eyes filling with tears as you grin, dropping the balloon,

"No no no," Peter steps forward, embracing you, "Dont cry love,"

"This is amazing," You rest your chin at his shoulder, looking over when screams erupt and your family is running at you,

"Watch the stomach!!" Peter shrieks, and you laugh as arms wrap around you, bringing you into a group hug you havent had in years,

"Im gonna be a grandpa!" Tony shouts, pausing to process this information, "I feel old,"

Laughter follows behind, your hand wiping your cheek as you throw an arm around Tonys neck, looking up at your father,

"Thank you for not giving up on me dad. I couldnt have done all this without you,"

Tony looks down at you, smiling warmly and pressing a hand to your back, lips at your forehead,

"Congratulations," He murmurs, eyes watching as the avengers and your high school friends surrounded Peter, "Now you gotta think of names,"

"God, I was so worried about the gender I didnt focus on the names," You groan, "I just wanna eat and sleep,"

"And you can," Tony smirks, "But first, gifts,"

"I think that's the only thing Im excited about. Come on, lets help Peter before he gets struck with parental facts,"

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[wh-yy-ou]

Familiar pt.4

The next day you woke up with a pounding headache as you felt MJ passed out next to you. You smiled, glad to have such a good friend. You yawned and got up, rubbing your eyes. MJ was a heavy sleeper so when you tripped but caught yourself on the door, she just shuffled and went peacefully back to sleep. You sighed and walked to the kitchen, a hair a mess, makeup smudged and clothes wrinkly. When you entered the kitchen Tony and Steve were sitting at the island, talking about some plans. They both looked up to see you and Steve's face saddened as Tony's looked confused since he didnt know what happened last night. "Hey kiddo, you look lovely this morning- actually, make that evening" Tony said before you gave him a cold glare while opening the fridge to grab two muffins, one for MJ. Steve elbowed him and told him to shut his mouth for once. Tony pouted, even more confused now. "Its fine dad" you said, then looking at Tony "Peter cheated on me and so we broke up" you said, your voice getting more quiet while you spoke. Tony looked surprised. Peter? Cheating? ON YOU??? But Peter loved you and from what he last saw, he still had that some lovestruck look on his face. Tony nodded, apologizing and then heading to his office to call for him. Your dad got up and hugged you, saying you could miss school for today. You nodded and thanked him, pecking his cheek before walking back to your room where MJ was looking through her phone, waiting for you. You walked in and MJ looked up, asking how you were as you start down next to her and handed her a muffin. "Could be better" you responded, taking off the muffin wrap and then taking a bite. She snickered and then told you to clean up since she was gonna take you out and get your mind off Peter. You nodded and MJ just went back on her phone as you cleaned yourself up, wiping the make-up off and taking a shower. Once you came out MJ had stolen your hoodie and sweatpants and was waiting for you. When you came back she then walked with you to the kitchen, telling Steve her and you were gonna hang for a bit and he made an exception. As you walked out, the fresh air made your headache hurt less. "Let's go to that cafe you like, whatever the name of it is. Then we can go to the mall and walk around, maybe go to the arcade". You looked at her surprised since she never liked going to the mall, especially with you since you loved looking at clothes. You smiled and nodded. "Ok!". She smiled and you guys walked down to the cafe. When you walked in, you saw the person working at the register. Liz. God dammit. You were supposed to have fun today, NOT think about what happened. But of course, being satan she is, she had to come and ruin it right when things were start to lighten up. MJ noticed your scrunched face and told you to find a table. You nodded and went to one of the tables next to the windows since you liked watching the world bustle around.(not in a creepy way of course). As MJ went up to the counter, another person entered. You looked up to see Flash. GIVE ME A BREAK.

"Hey cupcake, you're lookin mighty fine today, what're you doing here all alone?" He said, sitting in the sit across from you. Your eyebrow twitched as you just continued to look out the window. "Go away Flash, you know what happened yesterday, I'm not in the mood" you said in a more stern tone than usual. Flash just smirked and leaned closer to you. "Yea, Penis Parker pulled a real dick move. I'm sure you're not feeling the best which is why I wanna get your mind off him" he said, going to slide his hand onto yours. Before he could MJ slammed her hand down on the table and glared at Flash. "Screw off dickhead, (y/n) nor me want to deal with your shit right now". He just rolled his eyes and looked at her with annoyance. "You don't know how she feels, you cant tell her what she does and doesnt want". Flash being a dick was something you were used to. But today? Today you were NOT having it. You got up, walked around the table and then socked Flash in the face. He groaned, holding his eye and MJ just stood there, shocked. You huffed and crossed your arms. "Go home before I decide to have your eyes match jackass". With that, flash left. Once he left you shook your hand, your knuckles throbbing. "Ow...". MJ smiled and patted your back. "Look at you, feel any better?" She said with amusement. You shrugged. "A little, though now my knuckles hurt....". MJ just laughed and handed you your coffee, then walking out with you. "Well at least you got some of that frustration out. Maybe tomorrow we can go to that place where they give a bunch of shit to break. Or we can just go somewhere abandoned, either way, we should break shit". You snickered and rolled your eyes, taking a sip of your coffee. "Yea, maybe, just imagine it all being Peter's stupid face and kick the shit out of it"

You both soon arrived at the mall and walked inside, it not being really busy. You both just walked around, looking at stuff, buying a few shirts and pants and then going to the arcade. MJ beat your ass.

While you and MJ hung out, Tony called Peter and told him to come to his office as soon as possible. Peter knew he was in trouble. Once he arrived he knocked on the door and peeked his head in. "M-Mr. Stark? You want to s-see me?". Tony just nodded as he clicked away on his computer. Peter walked in, closing the door behind him before sitting down and twiddling with his fingers. Tony shut his computer off and folded his hands together, looking at Peter as Peter just looked down at his hands. "Kid, you know why your here. Why'd you do it? I know you still love (y/n)". Peter flinched at your name a little and shook his head, rubbing his neck. "M-Mr.Stark, I really didnt want to, but I h-had to". Tony just raised an eyebrow. "Is someone blackmailing you? Was someone gonna die if you hadn't?". "N-No.....". Tony sighed. "Then you shouldnt have done it, you guys were doing so well. Why?". Peter teared up. "Because im not good enough....." he mumbled, wiping away a tear. "What?" "IM NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR HER" Peter yelled as his hands clenched. "She's amazing and wonderful and-and just, a goddess......she deserves better...." Tony pinched the bridge of his nose "that doesn't explain why you cheated on her". Peter flinches again, remembering. "I-I knew if I did, she wouldn't reconsider being with me if I just broke up with her. She wont question and she can move on to someone better....". "Kid, for being a superhero and one of the smartest kids in your class, your really fucking stupid". Peter looked up at Tony surprised. "Dont look at me like that, you know that was stupid. You were feeling insecure, I get it, but you should have talked with her about how you felt instead of being selfish and hurting her like this". Peter sat there. Was what he did that stupid? Yea, it was. Peter just shrugged "Even so Mr.Stark, how could I fix it? She hates me now, she wouldn't even glance at me so having a one on one talk would be impossible". Ton sighed and stood up. "Give her time, she needs to heal. You really hurt her. Once she's doing better, figure out a way, THATS NOT STUPID, to talk with her, even if you dont get back together, you need to have that conversation so it's not dangling over your head". Peter just nodded. "Also your suit privileges are taken away for a few weeks". Peter's eyes widened and he pouted. "W-what!? Why!?". "For being stupid".

Note: howdy hi!! Hope you enjoyed!! A little short but ya know, wasnt really feeling it today (=~='). Pt.5 is in the works so stay tuned!

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[wintersxsoul]

The Night We Danced

Summary: Two dorks in love that have to wait to get drunk to confess their feelings.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Maybe some language, drunk people and I think mentions of sex?? 

A/N: This is my entry for my dearest @writingsoftheloser 1k historical writing challenge! I got the Victorian Era, so I came up with this longass nonsense. I hope you enjoy and as always, feedback and reblogs are free and make me really happy and motivated <3

  Bucky Barnes was a dancer.

He sometimes had flashes of his old life in the late 30’s and 40’s, long summer nights dancing with beautiful dames, little Stevie by his side laughing and stepping in the ladies’ shoes. Everything was much more simpler, happier, but war happened and the dances turned into battles, the warm hands that he was used to hold became rifles and glocks. The jazzy tunes turned into gunfire, dates turned into risky missions and the thought of a long happy life turned into dust when he fell off that train.

Bucky Barnes stopped being a dancer to be a soldier, a spy, a deadly assassin.

They had taken all he was away, all his memories, his hopes and dreams. Everything was wiped but not his motor skills or knowledge. They turned him into the most efficient soldier, cold and calculating, his only motive in life was completing his missions. He had killed mercilessly, not questioning even once who was in front of the gun, he just knew he had to pull the trigger.

Everything changed the moment Steve Rogers, his best friend since childhood, found him 70 years after being used and tortured. Steve saved him from the claws of Hydra and gave him the opportunity to gain back his own self, to finally give his life meaning again.

His life changed drastically when he joined the Avengers, he could use his unrequired skills to help people, to save lives. He had his closest friends, Steve of course, Sam, Nat and then he met you. Once he was able to recover almost all his memories, he had a long heartfelt conversation with Natasha since she had suffered in similar ways. The brainwashing, the body killing training, the horrors of the Cold War and the cruelty of the Red Room.

You and Nat were inseparable, both becoming SHIELD agents the same year. You were a freelance hitwoman, both of your missions were to kill the same target. But before you could kill each other, SHIELD stepped in and rescued both of you, seeing your potential and the ability to do the missions other agents weren’t able to. When Bucky first came to the compound, you were away because your last mission went badly and it almost killed you, so Fury and Steve decided it was better for you to lay low for a while. Months went by and Bucky’s curiosity only grew, he really wanted to meet you, since everyone talked about you like you were an angel. When the time came to finally meet you, everything he ever heard about you was not nearly accurate to him. You were as much of a mystery as Nat, but unlike her, you opened up to him fastly, trusting him blindly. You both held each other on your worst nights and were also there for the other when you needed a good laugh.

You could have never imagined that the infamous Winter Soldier could be such an absolute dork with such a pure heart and soul. At first he was a bit sulky and moody, he was like a ghost around the compound, but months of therapy and help from his friends turned him into the man he was today, the man you loved deeply, even though you lied to yourself trying to make it seem like a platonic feeling. For years you remained as best friends, until the masquerade ball Tony organized for Natasha’s birthday.

“So, what are your plans for the party?” You asked Bucky nonchalantly while you looked for costume designers online. He looked up from his book and shrugged, he really didn’t know what you meant but he knew you would elaborate. You closed your laptop and placed it on your nightstand, all your attention on your friend now. You laid across the bed, resting your head on his lap. You were staring at the ceiling so you totally missed Bucky’s adoring gaze.

“Well, apart from getting hammered with Thor’s Asgardian alcohol, I don’t really know.” You rolled your eyes internally at his comment. You laid on your stomach so you could face him, your chin resting on your hands on top of his chest.

“Obviously you are doing that, but it’s not what I meant.” Bucky chuckled and you rolled your eyes. You weren’t sure about asking him to be your partner, maybe he was planning on going with someone else, maybe he wanted to go on his own. You cleared your throat while reaching out to fiddle with the laces of his hoodie nervously.

“Are you going with someone?” He frowned, realizing that you didn’t assume (like he did) that you were going together. Maybe you were planning to go with a date? He knew it had been more than a year since you had dated someone so maybe you wanted to use the party as an excuse to do so?

“What you mean with someone? I d-”

“You should ask Sarah from Forensics, I’ve heard she has a huge crush on you. She’s sooo soft and pretty. I have her number if you wa-”

“Okay, Y/n stop right there. I am not going with Sarah or with anyone else but you.” His eyes widened at his own boldness but he quickly found a logical explanation.

“I mean, we always go together to this kind of shitty parties we both dread. But if you are going with someone else is fine.”

“Yeah, yeah I just thought that maybe you wanted to go with an actual date and not your best friend.” He tousled your hair and you whined jokingly. He mumbled “dork” and you stuck your tongue out.

“My best friend is pretty cool and when she gets drunk the party starts, so I am not missing that for Sarah from Forensics.”

“Oh god James, and I am the dork? You absolute dumbass.” You shook your head in amusement and sat on the bed, putting your disheveled hair in a low ponytail. You slapped him lightly on the right shoulder and got down of the bed, gathering your stuff.

“I can’t stand to see that beautiful stupid face right now, I have to look for a fucking dress. You better wear something in dark red cause, you know it-”

“it’s my color” he mocked you using a high pitched tone of voice and laughed at the face of disgust you jokingly pulled off.

“Fuck you.”

“Why don’t you f-” His sentence was cut off by the bang of his door closing but you already knew what he said. You rolled your eyes and made your way to Nat’s room since you needed to organize shopping days and all that stuff.

-

Bucky Barnes was a dancer and fortunately he still had some moves, but waltzing was out of his league. He knew what a masquerade was of course, so the fact that he had to learn how to dance a completely different style was...frightening to say the least. He talked about it with Steve so they both were headed now to a masterclass while their dates were out shopping. Nat had asked Steve as her date because she wanted to go with his best friend. Their friendship was the most platonic you’ve ever seen and watching them flirt and banter was the highlight of your days. Nat was a fantastic dancer of course, she used to be a fucking ballerina, so she offered to teach you some moves. She was the only one who actually knew your feelings towards Bucky because you had confessed them one night you had drank your weight in vodka and when you saw Bucky’s text asking you to please be careful, you laughed and told her. You didn’t remember that conversation and when Natasha tried to ask you, she realized she shouldn’t bring up the topic until you were ready to believe it yourself.

“Ooof Nat, should I really buy this expensive dress?” You asked her while checking yourself out in the mirror. The dress was absolutely stunning, made of a dark red taffeta or a similar material, short sleeved and a beautiful v-neck, not very revealing but enough to make your babies pop. The bodice hugged your curves and the skirt was puffy.

“Listen, Stark is paying for everything, that includes our dresses. So yes, you are going to buy it.” She stood up and lead you back to the changing room so she could purchase both of your dresses.

Steve sighed heavily at Bucky’s complaints. They’d been dancing for four hours straight and they weren’t getting any better, or at least that’s what they thought. Bucky really couldn’t believe he had been dragged into this mess just because he loved getting drunk with you under any circumstances.

“Come on Buck, don’t worry. You two will probably be too drunk to even stand, why bother so much in learning this shit?” Bucky rolled his eyes and nudged his friend on the shoulder.

“Listen pal, I wanna do this right. You know how much I love dancing so this is just an excuse to learn something new.” He could almost believe his own lie, but Steve knew better. He knew Bucky better than himself, so he obviously knew the unspoken thing that was going on between two of his best friends.

“Okay buddy, whatever you say. I just hope Y/n appreciates all this instead of laughing at you like Sam and Nat are probably going to do.” He muttered something to himself and left the room without saying a word.

“Fucking idiots, I hope they fuck soon.” Steve said to himself before turning around and smiling at the dance teacher.

“Let’s do this Janet, I have a very dangerous woman to impress tonight.”

-

“I really, really, really, really regret the day I gave you access to come into my room whenever you want to.” You told Bucky, who was laying on your bed on his stomach, his face buried in the pillows. You slumped next to him and buried your face in the pillows as well. You really thought you looked like idiots but you couldn’t care less.

“Can we stay here? We can watch one of those victorian romantic movies you love and get wasted on our own.”

“You know I would love to, but Nat would kill us. Besides, you hate those movies.”

“I was just trying to persuade you Barnes, you don’t need to be so rude.” You stood up and opened your first drawer, pulling out the two masks you had bought throwing Bucky’s to his head and he responded with a fake “ouch”. He sat on the bed and looked at you amused, the small mask in his hands.

“And you have the nerve to call me rude. I already have my mask and I won’t show it to you until tonight.”

“Wow, sorry for thinking about you and your shitty memory, old man.”

“You know what Y/n? I’ll see you tonight before I throw myself out of that balcony.” You giggled at his fake tantrum. You really loved your friendship with Bucky, because even though you were always joking around each other, you had your backs. He was always there and so were you.

“You want me to walk you to your room?” He frowned at you but his eyes widened when he realized what you were about to say, but you said it before he could cut you off. “In case you don’t remember where your room is at.”

“That was one time Y/n, please let it go.”

“Never.” And with that said, he left. You giggled remembering the first night you two got drunk together. It was the first time Bucky had tried Thor’s alcohol so he was excited to finally get drunk after all those decades. He drank by himself almost three flasks and encouraged you to drink a bottle of vodka on your own, so at 6 am, you were stumbling through your room floor because Bucky had forgotten where his own room was, so he wanted to sleep at yours.

You took a last look at yourself in your mirror and placed the mask in its place. It was a shame that Bucky had decided not to wear the mask you’d bought for him, but his taste was pretty great so you knew it was going to be amazing.

When you reached the party the place was already full of people. Everyone was dancing to the slow melodies or drinking at the bar. You noticed that Tony had removed all the furniture from the room so it looked like a grand dance hall, the usual modern lamps he owned were replaced by huge golden crystal chandeliers, the windows were covered by thick curtains that looked like the ones European palaces had. The cream and golden tones of all the decoration gave a really regal look to the party, the soft glow of the candles in the bar and the sound of champagne glasses relaxed your senses.

You fixed your long silk gloves and sighed, moving through the crowd towards the bar, where Nat stood chatting with who you assumed it was Steve, Sam was behind the counter pouring alcohol to his half empty glass.

“You mind filling this lady’s glass?” Sam smirked and you winked at him. He raised his eyebrow under his cream and red mask and he took out a tall glass.

“What would the lady like to drink?” He rested both of his palms in the counter, looking at you with an amused look in his eyes.

“Vodka on the rocks, s'il vous plait.” You heard Nat choke on her drink and Steve turned to look at you while Sam just poured your drink, a smile playing on his lips.

“Aren’t we starting a bit early, Y/n? Your date is not even here.” You shrugged at Sam’s comment and took the glass when he handed it.

“Since you all seemed so surprised with my drinking choices, I’m going. I need an unjudging friend right now.” You waved your hand gracefully and moved towards the centre, trying to find Bucky. After five minutes and an empty glass, you saw his bulking figure talking to some woman. You needed a moment to gather your thoughts because he looked absolutely sinful with the outfit he was wearing. The black pants marked all his muscles, specially his thighs, those fucking thighs that drove you insane and his ass...you shook your head trying to stop your mind. You needed another drink.

“Wow look who’s back and empty handed!” Steve said to the small group. You nudged him in the ribs and asked Sam for another glass of alcohol.

“Why are you this flustered Y/n?” Nat asked you when she noticed your flushed cheeks. You fixed your mask trying to hide your nervousness and failing miserably.

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about.” Your three friends shared a knowing look and you rolled your eyes, finishing your drink in two sips and encouraged by the burning liquid, you went to where Bucky was. You could now see his whole outfit perfectly and your heart swelled. He was wearing a black ruffled shirt with a black and dark red embroidered vest and a black tail coat. His face was covered by a simple half Venetian mask, decorated with the same colors as the outfit’s. He was chatting with some agent you couldn’t recognize and you felt a pang of jealousy at how he was looking at her, smiling and touching her. At that moment you realized the alcohol was kicking in and that’s why you were having those stupid thoughts. You approached your friend and placed your gloved hand to his shoulder, indicating him that you were besides him and waiting for him to pay attention to you. You catched a part of the conversation and they were talking about one of the last missions the undercover agents did, so after a court nod from Bucky and a brief goodbye from her, his eyes were on you.

“Well, look at you!” He smiled at you warmly and you felt something flip inside you. “How did you recognize me?”

“Oh boy, you can mask that face all you want but you can’t mask those thighs.” You smirked and he started laughing at your comment, making you feel proud of your wittiness.

“How drunk are you already?” You brought your hand up between your bodies and pressed your thumb and index together whispering “a little” so only he could hear it.

“Lucky for you, I drank almost a flask, so that makes us dangerous already. Wanna dance?” He extended his hand and you took it accepting his invitation. You suddenly felt really nervous since it was the first time you were going to slow dance with him but unbeknown to you, Bucky Barnes felt sick due to his nerves. He wanted this to work, he wanted to show you and the world that he was still capable of being a soft person, not this cold calculative soldier with a dark past.

The feeling of his hand on your waist and your other hands intertwined was intoxicating you, your bodies pressed together, the only thing between you two were your clothes. You spinned around the room for what felt like eternity, time for you had stopped and everyone had disappeared.

You burst the small bubble you were both in saying you needed a drink, Bucky stopped swaying you and with your hands still intertwined, went to the empty bar.

“I’ve always loved the Victorian Era, you know?” He said while giving you a glass full of vodka, and took a sip of his flask. “The clothes, the courting, the chivalry and all that fuss.” He smiled sadly at you thinking that you wouldn’t notice.

“If you could, would you go back in time and stay?”

He took another sip, now longer, and shook his head. “Of course not, you wouldn’t be there.” He blurted out without thinking and you just giggled at the comment.

“Oh Barnes, don’t be so dramatic. I’m sure you would make good friends there as well.” You gave him a sincere smile and he shook his head again, taking another sip of the flask, this time a long one. You looked down at your glass and twirled the straw, looking at how the ice cubes collided with each other.

“I love you.” You jerked your head up and maybe it was the alcohol clouding your mind or the denial of your own feelings, but you didn’t notice his intense gaze, filled with love and adoration.

“And I love you too, you idiot. As my best friend, you should know that already.” You placed your lips around the straw and finished the whole drink, Bucky still looking at you shocked that you rejected his feelings without you noticing.

“No, Y/n, what I mean is that I’m-”

“You are what, Barnes?” Nat cut Bucky off and you threw yourself into her arms, kissing her face and wishing her a happy birthday. “I missed you, Nat. Where were you?” You started talking to her totally ignoring your friend, who got that as his cue to leave the party. He would never blame you for not feeling the same or not even noticing his feelings, that was totally on him, but he didn’t feel well enough to stay in the party. He knew you wanted him there, to get drunk together and then both of you ending up throwing up in the sink and the toilet, but tonight he needed to breathe, he needed to get out of the crowd.

“Hey, where is going Bucky?” Asked Steve while he approached Nat and you. You frowned and looked at the entrance, catching a glimpse of Bucky’s broad shoulders and hair leaving the party. “I’ll be back in a sec.” You said and stumbled down the bar stool, heading towards the entrance half running.

“We both know they are not coming back, right?” Steve said to Nat, a strong nod and a sigh answered his comment.

You ran as fast as your drunken state let you but before you could notice you slipped with the dress and fell.

“FUCK” You screamed to the empty hall and took off your heels and gloves, standing up trying not to fall again on your ass. Bucky was nowhere to be seen so you headed to his room, your head spinning due to the alcohol.

“What are you doing here?” Bucky startled you, making you lose balance but he caught you before you could fall again.

“I was just checking that you got to your room safely, since you know, you get lost and all that.” You laughed at his fake hurt expression and straightened your clothes. You noticed that he had taken off his mask and that you were still wearing yours. “Why did you leave?”

“I’m feeling a bit sick, I think I drank too mu-”

“James, if you don’t tell me what the fuck is wrong I’ll torture you until you do. The drinking excuse is the worst you could’ve used with me.”

Bucky sighed defeated, he knew he had to get it off his chest, after three years carrying this on his own, he needed to let the words out, he needed you to know. He reached for the laces of your mask and took it off, placing a strand of hair behind your ear and cupping your cheek.

“I love you, Y/n.” You rolled your eyes in fake annoyance just to mess up with him.

“Baby, we already established that I lov-”

“Y/n, you are not listening. I am in love with you. I want to be your best friend, your lover, your partner in crime and your drunk buddy.”

You stared at him wide eyed, not knowing what to answer or to do. He caressed your cheek with his thumb and you gasped at the feeling, making Bucky think that you were rejecting the act. You stopped him from moving his hand and he leaned in, his lips brushing yours lightly.

“Either you kiss me or I faint, so make a m-” And just like that, his lips crashed against yours with a passion and hunger you’ve never felt in your entire life. He pressed you against the door, the stupid huge dress stopping you from feeling anything. Your brain finally woke up and you realized what was going on. Bucky Barnes loved you, he was in love with you. And you were in love with him. You pulled away and stopped him, making him step backwards scared that he did something you didn’t want to.

“You love me?” You really asked him, thinking that maybe your brain was betraying you. He nodded and looked away, not wanting to see the rejection in your eyes.

“Hey coward, look at me.” You held his chin and forced him to look at you. “I love you too, always have. I was just too damn scared to admit it to even myself.” He smiled and kissed you again, this time slower, pouring every ounce of love he had for you in the kiss.

“What now?” He asked you once he pulled away to breathe. He had his hand on the back of your neck, caressing your skin with his thumb.

“As much as I’d love you to fuck me against every surface on that room, I am drunk and tired and I need to process everything.” He nodded and waited for you to come up with what you wanted to do next. “So you are going to take this dress off me carefully cause I can’t do it on my own and it’s expensive as fuck, you are going to give me one for your shirts and we are sleeping, together.” He nodded again and smiled, leaning in again to give your lips a small peck.

“Consider it done, asshole.”

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baby, you look happier (you do)

fandom: marvel cinematic universe

pairing: harley keener/peter parker

warnings: none (is angst a warning? this has no happy ending for one of our boys,,,,so)

word count: 1134

prompt: prom/jealousy 

notes: another !! thing !! me !! look at me go !!

ao3 link

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guy in the chair Hey So Harleys going to prom with flash Im sorry

guy in the suit oh

guy in the chair Im so sorry Peter

guy in the suit how’d you find out

guy in the chair I saw the promposal

guy in the suit oh i thought harley hated promposals

guy in the chair Flash got roses And wore a suit

guy in the suit He doesn’t like roses. They remind him of his mom.

guy in the chair He didnt say anything about it He just said yes

guy in the suit did he kiss flash

guy in the chair Peter do u rly want to know the answer

guy in the suit no but that sorta told me the answer anyway

guy in the chair Peter im so sorry

guy in the suit nothing i can do about it i was too late i waited too long and look where it got me as long as he’s happy That’s all that matters.

guy in the chair Ok but hed be happier with u

guy in the suit Well, he’s not fucking with me, is he? sorry i’m sorry it’s my own fault

guy in the chair Peter u still have a chance

guy in the suit no i fucking don’t he’s with flash end of story He’ll call him Eugene, and Flash will call him baby, and they’ll sit next to each other on acadec bus rides, and Flash will get to hold him and kiss him and take him on dates and spoil him and give him gifts and be his boyfriend, and I fucking won’t because I’m a coward and I waited too long.

guy in the chair Peter U kno everything ab Harley Do u truly believe hes goin w flash bc he wants to

guy in the suit what the fuck does that mean flash makes him happy if he doesn’t, if he didn’t, that would be a different story but he’s happy with flash just I have to go.

guy in the suit Peter im sorry

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pete so i heard about flash congrats dude

harf ty he brought me flowers !! it was rly sweet

pete so you’re happy? do i have to give flash the shovel talk

harf yes im happy lmao and god no pls dont tonys already gonna n i dont need more of that eugene wont hurt me

pete I’m happy for you

harf woah capital letters sp00ky

pete haha sorry typo

harf oop sry gtg hes callin me

pete bye

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dork #3 hey mj do you wanna go to prom with me?

queen nerd yeah, i do. but i don’t want to be a rebound, peter.

dork #3 no mj! you wouldn’t be

queen nerd we both know that’s a lie, peter. i would be. i know how you feel about harley. and i know ned told you. i’m not going to be your date out of pity, or sympathy, i want to go to prom with you if you actually want to go to prom with me.

dork #3 im sorry im sorry i messed up and im sorry

queen nerd peter it’s okay breathe you’re my best friend, nerd

dork #3 ok im sorry i shouldntve asked youre my best friend too

queen nerd peter

dork #3 ?

queen nerd are you breathing?

dork #3 no not really

queen nerd i’m calling you, pick up

---

“Uh. Hey.”

“Hi. You gonna breathe?”

“Can you-can you do th-the counts?”

“Course. In, 2, 3, 4, hold, 2, 3, 4, 5, out, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7. Good, keep going. In, 2, 3, 4, hold, 2, 3, 4, 5, out, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7. You got this, it’s okay. In, 2, 3, 4, hold, 2, 3, 4, 5, out, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7.”

“Thanks.”

“Always, dork.”

“’m sorry.”

“I know. It’s okay.”

“But-”

“Peter. It’s okay.”

“Okay.”

“Are you gonna be okay?”

“I mean. Yeah. He’s just-”

“You’re allowed to have feelings.”

“Ha, you hypocrite.”

“Shut the fuck up, Parker.”

“Liz is coming back. For prom. I mean.”

“She’s what?”

“She’s coming back.”

“I heard you, I just-what?”

“She texted me a couple of days ago about it, and we talked. She said she wanted to come back to see everyone. For prom. She asked about you. Asked if you found someone.”

“Peter, don’t fucking mess with me.”

“I’m not. I promise. I wouldn’t-I wouldn’t do that.”

“I know. I just-I don’t-”

“Don’t mess it up, MJ.”

“Peter-”

“Don’t. Don’t wait. Trust me. Don’t.”

“Okay. I won’t.”

“Thank you.”

“Harley’s-”

“Stop. Just stop.”

“Okay.”

“’m gonna try and sleep.”

“Good, you never get enough rest.”

“Aw, were you concerned?”

“Yes, I was, now shut up and get some sleep.”

“Okay. G’night. Love you. I mean-”

“I love you too, dork. Night.”

---

mr dad So I’m assuming you didn’t go through with asking Harley

underoos Do we really need to talk about this?

mr dad Oh Okay No, we don’t I’m sorry, kiddo

underoos its my own fault he’s happy and that’s what matters He’s happy, right?

mr dad From what I can see, he is But you know that Harley has masks

underoos don’t he’s happy i know that he’s happy and dont suggest that he isnt because i cant think about that flash makes him happy

mr dad Yeah. He does

underoos ha and i said we shouldnt talk about it welp

mr dad Peter

underoos no not the Full Name!

mr dad First of all, breathe

underoos how does everyone know when im not breathing

mr dad Are you messing with me Please say you’re messing with me because no kid of mine is that much of an idiot

underoos im not your kid mr dad and no im not messing w you

mr dad Okay, kiddo, sure you aren’t And you text in a very distinct way when you feel certain things, Pete It’s not subtle Are you telling me that’s an unconscious thing?

underoos ,,,maybe?

mr dad You’re weird, kiddo

underoos thanks dad

mr dad I thought you weren’t my kid so how am I your dad?

underoos https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BsuY9lHxg88

mr dad If that’s what I think it is I’m disowning you

underoos :0

mr dad Stop trying to distract me, I was gonna say something about Harley

underoos do you have to

mr dad Yes Peter, you’ll never know what could happen unless you do something about it

underoos No. Don’t say that. I’m not going to try and take him from Flash. I’m not that person.

mr dad Okay

underoos sorry i told mj i was gonna sleep, i’m gonna go do that now

mr dad Goodnight, kiddo

underoos night tony

-

[b]eter Please take care of him.

Hundred Yard Dash i will

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Battle Scars - Chapter Six

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: um...nope

Enjoy!!

***

You pulled your hand from Bruce’s and curled it back into a fist. “I’ve had that scar forever. Don’t even remember how I got it now.”

He arched his brows and gave you a look that said he didn’t believe a word you were saying. “You did not have that scar yesterday. Or even today when you handed Tony his coffee. Don’t bullshit me, Y/N. I’m more observant than most people give me credit for.” He slid off his glasses and tossed them onto a nearby table before crossing his arms over his chest. His gaze never wavered from you as he waited for you to speak.

Finally, you sighed and paced away from him. “I’m not trying to bullshit you, Bruce. I just wasn’t intending on telling anyone. Not for a while, at least.”

“So, you are Tony’s soulmate then?” He dropped his arms and took a step toward you. 

Suddenly unable to speak, you nodded.

“Okay. And you’ve known since?”

“After he was missing. He was doing a press conference and I saw him on the television. Our bruises matched.”

He raked a hand through his already messy hair and huffed out a breath. “And you haven’t told him?”

“What do you think, Bruce?”

“All right, all right.” He gestured toward one of the chairs at his small kitchen table. You sat and he took the one across from you. “Are you planning to tell him?”

You debated for a moment whether to even the continue the conversation before deciding it was too much of a relief to have someone to talk to for you to stop now. If things got back to Tony, you’d just have to deal with it then. “That was my intention when I came here. I tried to get through to him by phone and I couldn’t so I just showed up. They assumed I was here for a job interview and here we are.”

“I don’t suppose you mentioned you were his soulmate when you tried to call?” he asked.

“It’s not like anyone would have believed me if I had. Besides, that’s the kind of news you need to deliver yourself don’t you think?” You leaned back in your seat.

He ran his fingers across the surface of the table as he thought. “All of that aside, why haven’t you told him since then? You’ve had time. He’s been looking for you for a long time.”

Hearing that Tony had wanted to find you made your heart a little lighter. It also made you feel a little guilty. “He has a girlfriend, Bruce. I’m not going to be what breaks them up.”

“Who? Pepper?”

You nodded.

He grimaced. “She’s not really his girlfriend.”

You pursed your lips thinking over everything you had seen the last few weeks. “Are they dating?”

He tilted his head from side to side. “Well, I mean, technically—”

You held up a hand to cut him off. “Technically is enough of a relationship for me. I’ll tell him when the time is right. This isn’t it.”

“How do you know that it isn’t? I won’t tell him if you don’t want me to, but you should. And the sooner the better.”

“That’s enough. I’m not going to let him drop his entire life because of me. That’s not fair to him, Bruce.”

“You dropped yours to come here for him. Shouldn’t he get the same choice?”

***

It took a while before you were convinced that Bruce wouldn’t spill your secret. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to tell Tony. You would love nothing more than to be with him but you didn’t want him to pick you just because you were his soulmate. You wanted him to get to know you as a person first and a soulmate second. Things like that took time.

You were still deep in thought when you left Bruce’s room to head back to your floor.

“Everything sorted?”

The unexpected voice startled you and you found yourself staring at Tony with wide eyes. “Huh?” Well, that was eloquent, Y/N.

Tony straightened from where he’d been leaning in the doorway of the lab. You wondered briefly how long he’d been standing there. His gaze darted past you to Bruce’s door before settling back on you. “Did you get Bruce squared away?”

“Yeah,” you answered feeling moderately guilty for misleading him. “It’s all good.”

He stepped forward as his tongue darted out to moisten his lips. “What did he need anyway? You two were in there for a while.”

You lifted one brow. “We got busy talking. You know how it is.”

He hummed in what you assumed was agreement. “Well, I’ll let you get back to it.” With that he turned and went back into the lab.

You stood there for a moment trying to process the strange scene you’d just been part of until your phone rang. “Hello,” you answered without paying attention to who was calling.

“We need to talk,” came Fury’s deep voice and you instantly forgot about anything else. Why was the director of SHIELD calling you?

***

As soon as you were off the phone with the director, you spent the next two hours making calls, placing orders and issuing instructions. Once you were certain everything you needed done would be completed by morning, you called a meeting in the Avengers conference room.

As the team shuffled in, they fell quiet as they found you waiting for them. Tony and Bruce were the last two to file in. Tony scowled as his gaze fell on you. “I thought this was a team meeting. What are you doing here, hot stuff?”

You arched a brow at the nickname. “It is a team meeting, Tony. Fury thought I could handle this one.”

Steve’s brows shot up. “Would you mind repeating that?”

“Just sit down,” you instructed the science bros. “It’s not that kind of meeting.” You passed a thin folder to everyone at the table. “Fury is expanding the team.”

“Sam Wilson, the Maximoff twins, and James Barnes have all been approved on a probationary basis.” From the corner of your eye you saw Steve sit straighter in his chair as a grin curled his lips. “Sam will maintain his own residence. The twins will be on the floor below Nat and Clint and Bucky will be on your floor, Steve.”

Not everyone looked particularly thrilled with the news you were giving them. “The information in the folders includes what they are required to do to maintain their status on the team. Steve, Bucky requires daily therapy for the time being, would you prefer I bring someone in?”

“Yes, please,” he responded with no hesitation.

You shifted your attention to Tony who just frowned at the folder in front of him. “Tony.” You’d said his name softly but it was enough to get his attention. He looked up with wide eyes.

“Yeah?”

“The twins need therapy, too. Three times a week. And then there are the after mission sessions. Should I see about getting one on staff?”

Natasha huffed a laugh. “I’m surprised Fury didn’t offer to move one in.”

You smiled at that. “Oh, he did. I didn’t think any of you would care for a SHIELD shrink when we can hire our own. Then you don’t have to worry about them reporting back to anyone.”

“See. This is why I like her,” Clint piped up. “Always thinking.”

Tony’s lips twitched for a second before he gave in and smiled. “Hire us a shrink, sweetheart.”

***

With Jarvis’ help it didn’t take you long at all to find the perfect candidate and he was quickly hired. Anxious to share the news with Tony you were talking before he could even acknowledge your presence in the lab. You read off the man’s qualifications and talked about his references and then realized Tony wasn’t commenting on anything you said.

You looked up from you tablet to find him smiling as he looked between the device in his hand and you. It was easy to see that you amused him. Your face heated. “Sorry, I ramble when I get excited.”

“I look forward to exploring that trait of yours in more detail later, but why are you so excited about hiring a team therapist? Or should I not ask? Is he handsome? Are you impressed by the size of his PHD?”

You blinked as your brain tried to catch up with your soulmate’s teasing. He was certainly in a flirtatious mood. As you looked him over, you realized that he had stripped down to a white tank. And coming from beneath it was a bright blue glow. “Um, Tony?”

“Yeah, Y/N?”

You gestured vaguely in his direction. “You’re glowing.” You tore your gaze from his chest to meet his eyes.

His brow furrowed and he glanced down. “I’m surprised you haven’t noticed before. It keeps me alive. Keeps shrapnel from going into my heart.”

That made your chest hurt. What if he wasn’t a genius? Would he already be dead? You sat your tablet down on the table and stepped around until you stood next to Tony, his eyes following you. “Can I see?”

He tilted his head and studied you for a long moment and you wondered what he was thinking. Finally, he emptied his hands and turned on his stool so he was facing you. In one swift movement, he took his tank off and tossed it on the table beside him. “Look all you want, sweetheart.”

You closed the small distance remaining between the two of you, your eyes glued to the device in his chest. No wonder your scar had never faded. This thing had to be inserted inside of him. It was a permanent wound. You reached your hand out to touch it before you caught yourself. “Sorry,” you said, snatching your fingers back just before you actually made contact.

Tony’s warm hand wrapped around yours and he tugged you closer. Your heart raced and you sucked in a deep breath as he laid your hand against his chest. He kept his over the top of it. “It’s called an arc reactor,” he explained. “It not only keeps me breathing, it powers the suit.”

You glanced up at the sound of his voice and swallowed past the lump in your throat as you realized just how close you were to him. “Does it hurt?”

He shrugged. “Hurt like hell at the time. Now, not so much.” His thumb rubbed against the hand he was holding making a tremor shoot through you.

You reached your other hand up and traced one of the many scars that decorated his skin. He hissed in a breath. Your first instinct was to apologize but you resisted the urge and looked up to meet Tony’s gaze. His eyes studied your face as the corner of his mouth kicked up in a grin. “If you’re planning on checking out all my scars, it’s going to take a while. Not that I mind. I just think you should be prepared.”

The two of you leaned toward each other and your eyelids closed as you prepared for the kiss.

“Ms. Potts is requesting that you meet her in your apartment, Mr. Stark.” Jarvis’ voice cut through the silence in the room and you took a giant step away from Tony as you were reminded of his girlfriend.

Your face was warm and you suddenly found yourself unable to meet his gaze.

“Thank you, Jarvis. Impeccable timing,” Tony bit out.

“Of course, sir.”

You couldn’t keep yourself from glancing up. Tony gave you a smile as he put his shirt back on. His eyes stayed locked on yours as he gave instructions to the AI. “Tell Pepper I’ll meet her in her office.”

He stepped toward you, stopping when you took a step back to maintain the distance. He held up his hands and leaned against the table behind him so you knew he was giving you the space you needed right now. “Pepper is not my girlfriend.”

You bit your lip. “It’s not really my business.”

“I think it is.”

You glanced down briefly before looking back up. “Then does she know she’s not your girlfriend? Because I’m not so sure she does.”

His dark eyes studied you but he said nothing.

You cleared your throat and gestured toward the door. “I should go.”

He nodded once. “Just remember, sweetheart, we’re not even close to done here.”

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