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literaryavenger · 2 months

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Can I be him?

Summary: When Bucky finds something of yours, he hopes against hope that you feel the same way about him.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Language cause it's me. Fluff. A lot of angst. Idiots in love. Self-deprecating thoughts, both reader and Bucky. No use of Y/N. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 4.8K

A/N: It’s 3am where I live, so… Happy 107th Birthday to my favorite Supersoldier! Today I’m posting 2 Bucky fics because my baby deserves it, this one and another one sometime around the afternoon. Hope someone likes it! Thank you to my angels @ordelixx and @mrsbuckybarnes1917 that gave me so many ideas that helped me finish this. I love you🖤

Masterlist

Being an Avenger is not easy.

The long missions, the intense training, the weight of the world on your shoulders…

Everybody on the team has a different way to unwind after a mission: Steve draws, Clint and Natasha compete doing target practice, Thor sleeps, Sam plays video games, Bucky takes motorcycle rides, Tony and Bruce work on side projects in their lab, Loki reads, Peter does his homework and Wanda cooks with Vision.

For you, it’s going to the rose garden behind the Compound.

It’s a bit of a sanctuary for you, Tony allowed you to put tall hedges of roses with a gazebo-like structure in the middle of them facing the lake, only it’s entirely made of vines.

You made it yourself, that’s your power: you can manipulate anything plant-related.

Everytime you finish a mission the team splits up as soon as the debriefing is over and you walk straight here.

You sit on the bench, also made of vines, take out your diary and start writing.

You write about everything, from details of missions to your feelings about the team. From things you did that you don’t want to forget to things that you want to do after you’re not so tired anymore.

The hedges hide you from view and the only thing you can see when you’re here is the lake.

Sometimes, after a particular difficult mission, you don’t even write. You just sit there and look out into the water, the sunshine or moonlight shining down on you, and you feel at peace.

It helps that nobody else ever comes here. The team understands it’s your safe space, and the agents are mostly scared of your powers ever since you grew a giant carnivorous plant and it bit an agent that squeezed your ass during training.

The agent got both taken to the medbay and suspended on the same day, and you got the thanks of about a dozen girls that had the same problem with the same asshole.

You walk out of the conference room, the debriefing of the team’s latest mission just wrapped up, and like usual everyone scatters to their own after-mission ritual.

Today, though, you can’t concentrate on anything.

Your feet take you to the rose garden by reflex, but your brain doesn’t even register you’re there until you sit on the bench.

Today’s mission took a lot out of you, not just because of the amount of magic you had to use to get everyone out safely, but also because it was your fault the team was in so much danger in the first place.

You fucked up your task, Natasha had to step in and save your ass, moving away from her post and making her late for her own task and that derailed the entire mission.

At the end, you had to use your powers to take out the hundreds of Hydra agents at the same time, which is no small feat and made you almost pass out.

Everybody told you on the way home not to worry, the mission was successfully accomplished and everyone made it out safely, but you know that if it wasn’t for your screw up the team would’ve gotten in and out of base without so much as a scratch.

Nobody had fatal injuries, thank God, but Sam got shot in the leg, Clint got stabbed and everyone else had various degrees of injuries because Hydra got the jump on the team.

Because of me.

That was all you kept thinking about. Your brain had a field day making up all kinds of scenarios where your mistake cost someone’s life, a few of them even had the entire team dying because of your stupidity.

You were so caught up in your head that you didn’t even notice someone following you to the rose garden.

Not that you ever do.

If there’s one thing Bucky Barnes knows how to do, is move around undetected. He’s a master assassin, he was trained for this for over 50 years, he knows how to be a shadow.

Except now he uses his skills for good during missions and, occasionally, to follow you.

Not in a creepy way, of course, just to check on you. At least that’s the excuse he always uses so he won’t have to admit to himself that what he does is, indeed, a little creepy.

But he can’t help himself, Bucky knew from the moment he saw you that he was fucked.

The moment you walked into the room to meet the team his heart was yours. You stole it with one simple smile, with one look of your beautiful eyes.

You introduced yourself and shook hands with everyone, but when you looked at Bucky he felt like a light came on and it was just you two.

You shook his hand and he felt like he had to take it off and give it to you, it was yours now. His hand, his arm, his leg, his head, his heart, his soul. Everything he is was now yours, he just knew it.

Then you said his name and he could’ve died right there and then. It was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard, and it was barely two syllables. Every word you said, every laugh and sound that came out of your pretty mouth, Bucky felt like it was all for him. Nobody else mattered.

Bucky knew then he was in love.

But he didn’t know how to approach you. You were like a fairy, like a princess. Growing flowers, always smiling, baking, growing everyone’s favorite flowers and always willing to help, like growing Aloe when Wanda burned herself cooking, or Chamomile to help with Tony’s anxiety, or Valerian roots whenever someone was feeling down.

You were like sunshine and he was terrified he’d kill your light. But he’d be damned if he’d let the world kill it either, he’d protect you with his life.

So he took to following you, making sure you were safe from a distance.

But it’s not like he never talked to you, the more time you spent with the team the more comfortable Bucky got around you and eventually you became friends.

Bucky knew you could take care of yourself, you were one of the strongest members of the team, but he didn’t like it when you were in your rose garden by yourself. The tall hedges made it impossible to see incoming danger, so he kept an eye on you just to be sure.

For his own piece of mind. And you never saw him.

That was Bucky’s actual way to unwind after a mission.

He’d tell everybody he was going for a ride on his bike, but he’d drive it through the woods around the compound and to the other side of the lake where he’d have a perfect view of you without you knowing.

Deep down he knew it was a little creepy, he could just ask you if he could join you, but he felt like you needed your time alone without anyone else around, and he knew if he asked you, you’d say yes no matter what you were feeling, because that’s just the kind of person you are.

So Bucky watched you from afar, always careful not to be seen. He watched you write for hours, it relaxed him to see your beautiful face so concentrated.

Sometimes you’d laugh quietly at what you were writing and those were the only times Bucky was grateful for the supersoldier serum that allowed him to hear such a beautiful sound even with so much distance between you.

But it was torture for him when he knew you had a bad day. Sometimes you’d hug your knees and cry, Bucky could tell how much you’d need a hug, and it killed him that he couldn’t just walk up to you and hug you.

Everytime he sees you cry his heart breaks a little and he always tries to make you feel better when you walk back inside. He doesn’t ask you what’s wrong, he just tries to make you laugh. But all he wanted to do was dry your tears.

You did notice Bucky always seemed to act a little goofy when you're feeling down, like he somehow knew, but you never thought much of it.

You knew he was a very observant person, so you assumed he just saw your mood through your behavior better than most.

Bucky loves hanging out with you, even if it’s just as friends. You make fun of him like with everyone else, you don’t treat him like could explode at any moment, never walking on eggshells around him like most people do.

You’ve never been afraid of him, and he’s glad that you don’t treat him like glass. You treat him like everyone else, and it makes him feel normal.

Everytime time he hangs out with you, you take him back to a time where he was unbroken. You make him feel alive again.

And he falls more in love with you by the second because of it. You’re all he wants, he wants to have you and kiss your lips and never let anyone hurt you. That’s all he can think about, but he knows that’s not gonna happen.

He heard you talk to Natasha and Wanda, heard that there’s someone you’d gone on a few dates with. But Bucky knows that guy doesn’t deserve you, nobody does.

Even Bucky himself doesn’t deserve you, you’re too pure for anyone in this world, but if there’s someone that has any chance of making you happy, Bucky prays to God that that someone is him.

Bucky knows today’s mission shook you deeply. He knows you blame yourself, and no amount of reassurance will make you believe that everything is okay.

So today, for the first time, Bucky actually follows you. He can see your unfocused eyes even as you walk and he wants to be near you, just in case.

He almost walks to you when you curl up on the bench and start sobbing quietly, but he holds back not wanting to startle or upset you further.

He just listens to your soft cries until you stop and compose yourself. You sigh and get up, walking back to the Compound to take a much needed relaxing shower.

But you’re still so much in your own head that you don’t even notice you left your diary on the bench in the gazebo.

Bucky did notice, though.

He’s tempted to call after you and tell you, but something deep down tells him not to. He waits until you’re gone and then walks to the bench, picking up your diary and opening it.

He doesn’t know why, he knows it’s wrong, these are your private thoughts, but he’s just drawn to it for some reason.

When he starts reading he notices you don’t mention any specific names, which makes sense because only you read it, you know who you’re writing about. He reads a page here and there, reading about your missions or lazy days.

He reads about some memories with the team you wrote about, some he remembers and others he probably wasn’t there for, but seeing all these memories from your point of view does something to him.

It makes him feel connected to you, makes him feel like he’s reading your heart and soul, because he kind of is. Then he reads something that captures his attention completely.

You write about eyes blue like the ocean and just as troubled, about a smile that could light up the world. You write about someone with a complicated past that never lost his spark, never lost his love for life.

A man that went through hell, and never once took it out on the world. A man that didn’t ever blame the world, even when he had every right to, choosing instead to protect it.

You filled pages and pages with everything you admire about this man, everything you love about him that you know he hates.

And Bucky feels like every word you wrote, you wrote for him. But could this be him? Could he be the one you talk about in all your stories?

He wants to. He wants this to be him. He prays you’re talking about him. He wishes this could be him… Who is he kidding?

Of course it’s not me.

It’s probably the guy you’ve been dating. Yeah, that’s it. You’re in love with that guy, that much is clear.

Bucky gets to the page where you write about your dates with the guy, but he can’t read them.

He closes the diary, not knowing that you compared your date to Bucky every step of the way. Not knowing that you granted the guy a second date just to be sure he couldn’t compare to Bucky, and went on a third date at a coffee shop just to let him down gently.

Bucky didn’t read how you know he’s the one for you, he didn’t read his own name written in your handwriting, the only name in your whole diary because he’s the only person you never want to forget, even though you know you never will.

But Bucky didn’t read that.

He puts your diary back where it was on the bench and, with his heart broken and his hope that one day you could be his lost, he goes back inside and to his room.

It’s only when you go back to the rose garden after your shower that you notice you left your diary there, but don’t think much of it. Nobody ever comes here anyway, as far as you know.

After finding out you’re in love with someone else, Bucky can’t stop himself from acting differently towards you, which you don’t fail to notice.

It’s not like he’s mean, but your interactions get shorter, like he tries his best to end the conversation quickly.

He no longer sits close to you, no longer tries to make you laugh when you’re feeling down, doesn’t hang out with you as much during your down time and if he does, it’s never just the two of you anymore.

It’s silly to say, but you miss him.

Bucky knows he’s been distancing himself, he knows you’ve noticed and he can see it’s affecting you, but he’s doing this to protect himself.

He knows it’s only a matter of time before you present your boyfriend to the team, the man you’re in love with and he doesn’t want it to hurt more than necessary.

You decide not to push Bucky, knowing he has his reasons to pull away from you. Maybe he’s just trying to deal with all the stress the team’s been under and you don’t want to add any more to that, so you let him be.

A few weeks later the team’s on their sixth mission in just as many days and everyone is exhausted. You’ve been taking down Hydra base after Hydra base, because waiting too long meant losing your chance to shut down their operations for good before they got the opportunity to leave.

You’ve been dividing in smaller teams to take down the bases while still giving the team a chance to recuperate, but this last one was the biggest and required the whole team together, which sucked for you because you were in the last team with Steve and Bucky that took down a base just yesterday, so the three of you got barely a few hours of sleep while you flew to the last base.

You’ve cleared the base, all that’s left is the agents in the courtyard who are really going down fighting. The whole team is outside now, the Hydra agents giving you a hell of a fight. You’re using your magic against your better judgment, giant vines coming out of your arms like whips, covered in poisonous thorns. One touch of that and anyone would go down immediately, everyone except you.

Or at least that’s what you think.

As you’re fighting you can see an agent trying to sneak up on Bucky who’s fighting near you, so you quickly take care of it for him.

Bucky turns around and sees the agent down and then looks at you with that charming smile you fell in love with and winks at you. “Thank you, doll.”

That’s the friendliest Bucky’s been towards you in weeks and you can’t help but smile back with a small blush.

You can see the last agent standing coming at you from your peripheral vision and you quickly whip him with a vine, taking him down as soon as you can so you can turn back to look at Bucky, still smiling at you.

Bucky’s smile drops quickly, though, as he sees your face draining of any color. You barely have the time to register the sting of your own thorn on your arm that you’re already falling to the ground.

Bucky tries to catch you, but he gets thrown back by your magic that goes into defense mode, creating a wall of thorns to protect your now unconscious body.

The team doesn't know what to do, none of them know enough about plants to be sure that these thorns wouldn’t just kill them all.

The only one that would know that is you, the person that’s passed out, or worse, trapped in the midst of a cocoon of thorns.

“Okay, we need to find a safe way to-” Steve starts but cuts himself off almost immediately. “What are you doing?!”

Bucky doesn’t even turn around to answer, too intent on breaking the thorns around you with his metal arm, not caring that the thorns are ripping his clothes and scratching his face, all he can think about is getting to you.

He finally manages to get through to you, but nobody can follow because your magic regrows the thorns Bucky broke, trapping him with you inside the cocoon.

But Bucky doesn’t care, his eyes never leaving your face as he kneels behind you, running a finger softly along your cheek and shivering when he feels your skin is cold as ice.

His mind goes to the worst possibility, that there’s nothing he can do, but his brain gives him some hope reasoning that your magic wouldn’t be working if you were dead.

Right?

He snaps out of his thoughts when he feels the thorns around you vibrate, he takes you in his arms and shields you with his body from whatever is about to happen.

But the only thing that happens is the shade cast by the thorns gets replaced by sunlight. Bucky looks up and realizes Wanda used her magic to lift the thorn cocoon.

“You couldn’t have done that before?!” Bucky barks at Wanda with a glare while carefully picking you up to take you to the Quinjet.

“She’s not the dumbass that threw himself headfirst in a mess of thorns without even considering another course of action!” Natasha came in Wanda’s defense, though she seemed more amused at Bucky’s antics than annoyed.

As the team heads back home in the jet, Bruce examines you and lets the team know you’re still alive but in a sort of coma.

Their relief is cut short when Bruce makes it known that he has no idea when, or if, you’ll wake up.

As soon as the Quinjet lands you’re taken to the medbay and hooked up to machines, an IV in your arm to keep you hydrated.

Bucky holds your hand through it all, staying all night next to you just in case you wake up. He didn’t want you to be freaked out and alone, he wanted to be the first person to see your beautiful eyes open.

When morning comes, though, you’re still unconscious, but Bucky doesn’t lose hope. You probably need a good sleep.

That’s what he tells himself for two, three, four days.

That’s what he keeps telling himself for a week, two weeks. Never once leaving your side, not eating unless Steve brings him food and makes sure he eats before leaving, and using the bathroom of your room in the medbay.

He barely sleeps and, when he does, he dreams of you.

Everyone was getting worried about him, he refused to leave your side until one day Steve came into your room to tell Bucky there was something wrong with your rose garden.

Bucky was torn between staying with you and seeing what Steve was talking about, but decided that it would kill you if something happened to your roses so he had to make sure everything was okay when you woke up.

Because you’re going to wake up.

Bucky follows Steve to your rose garden, and his eyes widen in horror as soon as he sees it. The roses, the hedges, the vines.

Everything is dying.

Bucky’s heart breaks, only one thought in his mind. If your plants are dying, does that mean you’re slowly dying too?

No. That’s unacceptable. You’re not gonna die, not if Bucky has anything to do with it.

He takes it upon himself to take care of your garden, watering it and doing everything he can to keep the roses and vines alive, fooling himself into believing that this will keep you alive.

He stays on the gazebo day and night, sleeping on the bench, spending every waking moment trying to keep a hold of even the smallest part of you.

But it’s not enough. Nothing is enough.

Bucky loses track of how many days he’s been in your garden, sleeping maybe an hour at a time here and there, watering the roses every few hours and crying the rest of the time.

After all it’s his fault, if he hadn’t distracted you none of this would’ve happened. You’d be in your beautiful garden, probably with your boyfriend, and the only broken thing would be Bucky’s heart.

That he could’ve lived with.

But how can he live with the knowledge that he caused your end? That he killed your light? That he killed his sunshine, his hope, the love of his life? He can’t live with that.

Not that he has to.

While Bucky’s spiraling while surrounded by dying roses, inside your room in the medbay you’re finally waking up after almost a month.

You open your eyes slowly, looking around you at the hospital-like room. There’s nobody around and, as you look at the window, you can see it’s really late at night.

You sit up and try to make sense of what happened while rubbing your eyes. The last thing you remember is Bucky’s bright smile, and then nothing.

You look down at your arm and see an IV, which you take out while frowning. How long have you been sleeping?

You carefully get off the bed and make your way outside to your rose garden, just to be sure everything’s okay. It’s not like anyone’s gonna stop you anyway.

When you get close, the moonlight shines on the hedges and you gasp at what you see. Your beautiful roses withering away, the gazebo made of vines dying too.

But the most confusing thing is the sobs coming from the bench, although no one��s sitting on it.

You get closer and see Bucky sitting in front of the bench while hugging his knees and crying softly. You frown and get a little closer before stopping, not wanting to startle him.

“Bucky…” You say quietly and his head snaps up, his eyes instantly meeting yours.

For a moment it feels like he’s trying to decide if you’re real, he reaches out and you extend your hand to take his. That seems to convince him and he gasps.

“Doll…” His voice is barely above a whisper, almost as if he thinks if he makes too much noise you’ll disappear.

“What’s wrong?” You ask him while getting a little closer to him, concern clear in your every feature.

It’s only when you get closer that you see his face full of cuts and you frown. Those are not just any scratches, it’s clear to you that they were made by thorns. “D-did… Did I do this to you?”

You’re kneeling in front of him now, one hand still in his one the other comes up to trace the cuts in his face softly, but he takes your hand in his and kisses your palm.

“I’m okay…” He reassures you.

Just then he realizes, you’re fussing over him when you’re the one that’s been in a coma for a month. “Are you okay? How long have you been awake?”

“I… I just woke up.” You tell him honestly, then look around at the dying roses and vines before looking back at him. “What happened to me?”

“You got stung by one of your poisonous thorns.” He says quietly, his thumbs rubbing circles on your skin while he refuses to let go of you. “You’ve been unconscious for almost a month.”

“A month?!” You’re shocked at the news, not knowing what to say or do, so you just stay there while letting the information sink in. The silence is broken by Bucky after a minute.

“I’m sorry about your roses… I tried to keep them alive, but…” He looks around with a hopeless expression. “I failed you.”

Your heart breaks a little. Does he really think he failed you?

You take a deep breath, then close your eyes and when you open them again a second later everything’s back to normal. The roses are as beautiful as ever, the gazebo just as majestic. It’s like nothing ever happened.

Bucky looks around in awe when he feels you take his chin and you make him look at you.

“You could never fail me.” You say firmly, wanting him to understand you mean it. You look at the cuts around his face and you can’t help the guilt and pain that you feel deep within you. “I’m sorry…”

“It wasn’t your fault.” It’s like Bucky can read your thoughts, he knows all you can see are your faults, and he wants you to know he doesn’t blame you for anything. “You weren’t even conscious. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I never wanted to be one of the people that hurt you…” Your voice is a whisper as a tear escapes you. “The world hurt you so much already… I never wanted to be part of that. You don’t deserve it.”

Bucky frowns. He feels like he’s heard those words, but where? No, he didn’t hear them. He read them. He read them in your diary, where you wrote about the man you’re in love with. Could it be possible?

Could I be him?

“It’s me…” He says lower than a whisper, his eyes locked on yours, and it’s your time to be confused now.

“What?” You ask him with a frown while wiping your cheeks.

“It’s me you’re in love with.” His voice is a little louder, but firm. He’s not asking you, he’s making a statement.

Your eyes widen in surprise, you almost take your hands away from his but his hold prevents you from doing that.

“I-I… What?” Is all you can bring yourself to say, confused as to why he’s so sure of it. Are you really that transparent?

“I read your diary…” Bucky says, guilt written all over his face, but at least he’s owning up to it. “You wrote about the man you love… and you wrote the same thing you just told me. It’s me, isn’t it? You love me back?” His voice is more hopeful now, his confident demeanor weavering.

“You… You read my diary?” You say, your mind still playing catch up.

It’s only a moment later that you register the ‘love me back’ and you don’t give him a chance to apologize or justify himself before you’re speaking again. “You love me?!”

Bucky hesitates a moment but nods firmly. “I love you, doll. I’ve loved you since the moment I met you.”

You feel like someone punched you and all the air has left your body. You have no idea what to say, so you don’t say anything.

Instead you lean in and kiss him.

Bucky wastes no time kissing you back, but a thought pops into his mind and he reluctantly pulls back. “What about your boyfriend?”

“Boyfriend?” You frown again, having no idea what he’s talking about. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“You don’t?” Bucky feels like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders and he pulls you to straddle him. “What about the guy you went on a few dates with?”

You narrow your eyes at him but decide to table the conversation about how he knows that for another time, so you smile at him and decide to just be honest with him.

“Do you honestly think that anyone could ever measure up to you? Because if you do, you’re an idiot.” Bucky grins and kisses you again.

Maybe he is an idiot. But when he’s the idiot you’re in love with, how much of an idiot can he really be?

It looks like he can be him after all.

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hurtspideyparker · 1 month

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Hi, sorry but could you recommend any of your favourite Peter Parker fics please?

For sure !!! *cracks open ao3 bookmarks*

Thirty Hours by polaroid15 - Peter doesn't take any breaks during a lengthy fight with the Avengers. The mind-melting fever that follows really should have been expected.

Hurt Peter Parker, my favourite tag <3 I love when Spider-Man is a badass and also lacks self-preservation. He's so cool fighting alongside the Avengers and we get some sweet hurt/comfort irondad!

Fitting In (Tiny Spaces) by aloneintherain - Peter's trapped beneath a collapsed building during a mission, hurt and unable to move. Luckily, his comm still works. Unluckily, the Avengers don’t realise how bad of a state Peter is in, and Peter isn’t inclined to tell them.

This fic is an icon in the fandom and for GOOD REASON. I just can not get enough of Peter Parker hiding his injuries. More heavy whump and angst!

All good things come in threes by Bergen - Peter has three secret identities: Spider-Man, the superhero who swings around the city to save people. Parker Benjamin, who gives Tony Stark unsolicited advice on his research. And NightMonkey, the Instagrammer who keeps uploading increasingly popular but embarrassing drawings of Iron Man.

And he can juggle them all just fine, thankyouverymuch.

Okay here is the fluff!!! Peter is a genius, a menace, and a sweetheart. Tony Stark runs into him (again and again) and can't help but have a soft spot for him every time. Funny and cute and an all 'round good time!

Held Together by Spiderwebs by TunaFishChris - Steve is not coping well in the twenty-first century. At all. Three months after the Chitauri invasion, he decides he's had enough.

But just as he's about to end it all, he runs into the new hero in town.

This one focuses a lot on Steve but I really like him and Peter's relationship in it, and I think this is great Peter Parker characterization. TW for discussions of depression and suicide, it gets a bit dark!

5 Times Spider-Man Saved an Avenger's Ass (and 1 Time They Saved Him) by TunaFishChris - this fic showcases how strong and capable Peter is, he's definitely a BAMF. I really like this genre where the Avengers know Spider-Man but not Peter Parker, makes Peter feel more independent and mature like in the comics.

Five Time Faculty Members Had to Call Peter's Emergency Contact + One Time He Shows Up Anyway, Five Times Tony Stark's Fabled Intern Just Showed Up + One Time He Was Invited, and Five Times Strangers Talked About Peter and Tony + One time Someone They Know Did by kingdomfaraway - I am just gonna recommend this entire series. Super fluffy, extreme irondad and spiderson. They're just adorable from an outside perspective and I love when Peter gets to just be Tony's intern and a teenager for a while :)

research and disaster by blueh - “So, uh, Mr. Stark definitely knows Roomba-Kid,” Becket says and discreetly tilts his head in the direction of the pair.

“Oh my god,” Jess says. She almost sounds gleeful. “Oh my god, he’s not just some random kid. He’s Mr. Stark’s kid.”

or: the interns at Stark Industries have some questions about Peter Parker. The answers aren’t quite what they expect.

I just love intern Peter mk? Let him be a kid genius and have fun!!! Fluffy and humorous, again with the irondad.

Captain, Oh My- Not My Captain! by uncouth_peasant - Peter swallowed hard before firing a web to swing into the fray. “Cap’s going after civilians. I’m out of time.”

Bruised and bloody men <3. Just Peter being a badass and getting beat to a pulp. Cool fighting, lots of Peter whump, and of course the Avengers being protective.

Good publicity by Bergen - Between Peter Parker barely speaking, and Spider-Man being the ultimate chatterbox, how was Tony ever supposed to figure out that they were one and the same person?

Tony Stark is secretly a softie for cute kids, especially when they're a genius and have a sense of humour to rival his own. Peter is a foster kid who ends up finding a home with Pepper and Tony, very sweet.

The Third Option by Uncertainty_Principle - When Ben is murdered Peter goes into foster care. It takes just a tiny taste of superpowers for Peter to decide he doesn’t want to put up with his horrible foster father anymore—the streets are infinitely more appealing. All he wants is to be Spider-Man anyway.

So he leaves, simple.

Simple, that is, until Iron Man needs Spider-Man’s help.

Heavy TW for this one, mind the tags. This is a popular fic and for good reason. A very mature and realistic portrayal of the foster care system and homelessness. The Peter angst is really great and I could barely put it down, that boy needs a hug so bad.

Now here's some hydra!Peter fics cuz they're my jam:

Peter is a precious chickpea by Bergen - They attack the HYDRA safe house shortly before sunrise.

The only people defending said safe house are Peter and Leo, and Leo slams his cell door open and starts spitting out orders, but then promptly gets clobbered over the head and keels sideways.

So that just leaves Peter. And he’s not even going to try to fight a whole team of Avengers. He looks up at Iron Man filling the doorway. “I surrender.”

He’s never been captured before and he’s not sure what to do. Escape, probably.

This entire series is PERFECT. I just love how adorable Peter is, and all the relationships Peter forms with the Avengers absolutely melt my heart. Peter's characterization in this is really unique and I wish there was more. The Bucky and Peter friendship is everythingggg. I love hydra!peter and bucky fics.

Indoctrination by phoenixon - The Avengers thought they were on a typical assignment: Infiltrate the Hydra base and find the weapon. What they didn't expect was the small boy raised by Hydra that they found instead. And they definitely didn't expect him to stay at Avengers Tower or how he somehow wormed his way into their lives. As for Peter, he just wants to be good and obey what the Hydra men told him so he doesn't get in trouble.

I just really love hydra Peter changing into a sweet and intelligent boy once he's rescued and safe, and how all the Avengers take up such heart-warming parental roles around him.

out there, living in the sun by Hailfire_73 - The Avengers rescue Peter from a Hydra base ran by his father, Richard Parker, except Peter doesn't really see it as a rescue, and has trouble settling into a new life away from Hydra and his father at the Avengers compound. OR - Peter learns how to be an actual teenager, live life, and put his abusive past behind him, and Tony learns how to be a father.

Hydra Peter but he's most definitely a traumatized and moody teenager. I really enjoyed Peter's character arc and the exploration of his trauma. It felt more realistic the way his journey isn't just a straight or clear path. He's more mature in this one and it was a really compelling read, balancing the angst with some humour and fluff. Loved the ending.

Tinker, Tailor, Spider by Bergen - Tony is roped into a mission to transport a teenager to safety. But when things go south, it soon becomes more and more puzzling who the teenager is and what ‘safety’ means for him.

I really enjoy that the author doesn't water Peter being hydra down. Yes he is a highly skilled assassin and a badass who's trauma pervades his every thought and decision. Made me fall in love with the Tony, Pepper, Morgan and Peter as a family dynamic. Super domestic while still highlighting Peter's troubled past.

#peter parker #spider man #ask #anon #fic rec #spiderman #marvel mcu #spider-man #peter parker angst #irondad and spiderson #tony stark #avengers #iron man #peter parker whump

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fictionalmenxyn · 1 year

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Heya! I hope you're doing well 🫶🏻🫶🏻 may I request some hcs about how would tf141, könig and alejandro react their s/o is single mom? Also I thought it'd be funny like they swear and their s/o just says "tsk, don't use that word again"

Of course I can do this for you! :)

Ghost

At first he’s hesitant not to be in a relationship with you

But rather to meet your kid/s he thinks they aren’t going to like him or find him scary

But you reassured him and told him you have mentioned what he looks like

As soon as he felt confident enough the kid/s met him

They loved him completely they found him cool as of what he does and that he does the same thing as their mom

He shows them cools things like in the garden and teaches them to use stuff to make hits or whatever

They love him and he loves them

Not just he teaches them stuff but they teach him stuff

Like their favourite games, play football or even play on the x box

And once he found out there are army games he was happy to play on the x box with the kids

Soap

Instantly in love with the fact you have kids

Definitely buys them things before they meet him

And when you mention what they like he keeps a note on it

So if they liked drawing like him he’d buy something related or if your read or play games he’ll buy something like that

When he meets them they enjoyed how entertaining he is and how energetic he can be

He was particularly one with the kids

Like if they want to play a prank on you he’s definitely a part of it and helps them

If they want a bed time story he’ll read to them and let you have a rest as he knows it can be hard as a single parent

Sometimes if the kid/s have worn him out he’ll read the book and fall asleep laying next to them

He’ll make pancakes and help you with cooking, sometimes even get the kids to help

Gaz

Definitely first saw them on FaceTime first before in person

And they lived chatting with him so much they got his number so they can FaceTime together

If they are almost a teen they definitely send him funny TikTok’s

When he meets them in person it’s like they already knew him

They have so much fun together it honestly warms your heart

If they are young and heard him swear or you and they say it in front of him he’ll say something like ‘oi, that’s my word I coined it’ kinda like Tony from avengers endgame with his daughter Morgan

Definitely let’s then lay on him if they are little so they can watch Netflix on his phone while you cuddle to Gaz’s side

Let’s you do whatever as he like Soap can guess that being a single mom is hard so he’ll look after then while you do your daily routine especially in the morning

The kids love when he takes them to school they like to show their friends that he’s their ‘step dad’ and he feels proud when they call him that

You allow the kid/s to call him ‘step dad’ and only because Gaz is comfortable about it

Price

Your kid/s are somewhat shy so when he got to their level he spoke ‘don’t worry I won’t bite. Besides I have a gift for you’

Buys them something like a small toy or sweets to win them over

After a hour they came round and loved him cause like who doesn’t? He is such a father figure that Gaz isn’t just his ‘child’ but your kid/s are now his kid/s

He makes them breakfast and lunch if you are busy to go to your other job or if you were packing their pe kits

Definitely tells them things and tells them to tell you. Like he’ll say ‘go tell mom she’s pretty’ and then the kid/s will run to wherever you are and tell you

Tells them cool stories of his past or ‘war’ stories. You make the kid/s hot chocolate so they can have it while listening cause you know the stories are somewhat long

Watches movies every Friday night as it’s a new tradition in the household

Can’t say no if your kids give the puppy dog eyes. He caves every time sometimes he comes home with them after a day out and they have ice cream over their faces and a toy in hand

Loves when it’s like a presentation thing or a school play as he loves seeing the kids faces light up when they see you two sat in the audience

He’s also there for them no matter what. If they need to vent he’ll go to the living room or somewhere private so your kid can tell him everything and he’ll comfort them and then help find a solution

Alejandro

They didn’t know he was Mexican but once they found out they found it quite interesting and fascinating

As every kid would do they’d ask him to say somethings in Spanish and they’d find it so cool and he loved that

They’d most likely ask to teach them

He’d definitely get them to try new food that he would make and somehow managed to get your kid (if they are picky) to eat any type of food

Definitely loves taking them to the beach if it’s close by. Definitely helps make sand castles while you sun bathe and then will grab some water in the bucket and him and the kids would tip it over you for a laugh

Tries to help you and the kids as much as possible. If your getting ready still he’ll take the kid/s to school. He’ll help them get changed or make their lunch

Definitely like Gaz when it comes to trouble making. And obviously he will get away with it just by giving you a quick kiss and saying ‘only doing it cause the kid/s wanted me to’

Takes them to play places with you. You two will have a chat and a drink while they ran around and get all their energy out

Definitely fun and the kids are obsessed with him

Definitely in love with you even more and loves the kid/s

König

Honestly he’s more shy than the kids and nervous cause of his height he thought he’d scare the kids away

When he first met them your kid/s went up to him and introduced themselves

He found that they were quite polite and friendly so he became more comfortable

If they are a girl he’ll go into the garden and make daisy chains or plant flowers

and if it’s a boy he’ll play games or take them out of a bike whatever they want to do he’s fully up for it not matter the gender or interest

He wants to try his best as he has never been a ‘father figure’ before so he was nervous but he tries his best and you can see that

Loves taking them to ice cream shops or parlours anything sweet related he’s up for it as he has just as big of a sweet tooth as your kid/a do

Loves cuddling up and watching movies together. You on one side and the kid/a on the other

Definitely likes to watch animal documentaries with them especially Sir David Attenborough. For some reason since he’s been with you and you were to watch it he was fascinated by the show and Sir David’s voice

Overall, he is a brilliant father figure to the kids and loves them with all his heart he is glad they like him and want him around

Hope you like it!

Sorry it took so long I haven’t had as much time or motivation but it’s finally here. Also I am open to requests again and just to know that it won’t be out exactly the next day but it would be out soon.

Have a good day/night!

#task force 141 #task force 141 x y/n #cod x reader #cod mw2 #cod headcanons #cod modern warfare #gaz x reader #könig x reader #ghost x reader #price x reader #soap x reader #alejandro x reader

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aurumacadicus · 17 days

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Oh oh oh!!! 37 or 73. Dealer’s choice.

Thanks!

I decided to be nice and went with 73 <3

"I am getting real tired of meeting you here," Tony said, and he looked just as long-suffering as he sounded when Steve looked up at him through the bars of his cell. "I'm also getting real tired of everyone but you calling me for help."

Steve opened his mouth, but he wasn't entirely certain what to say. He's called Tony for help the first time he'd gotten arrested, but Tony had looked so bewildered and... sort of offended when he'd arrived? Steve had decided he'd stop calling Tony and just call on his less judgemental teammates (Bruce was a no-go after the second time) to come bail him out. He had no idea why they, in turn, had called Tony up to take on his bail. He always offered to pay them back, and he always showed up for court.

Come to think of it, the judge was starting to look at him a lot like Tony was, Steve mused, rubbing his hand over his mouth to hide an amused smile.

"You know," Tony continued when Steve said nothing, and the smile dropped from his face when he realized he'd actually been waiting for a response. "I understand you're trying to... figure yourself out, or whatever Natasha said. I just wish--"

"I am not trying to figure myself out. I am punching neo-nazis," Steve corrected firmly. "I do not enjoy punching neo-nazis. In fact, I very much dislike the fact that there are neo-nazis to punch."

Tony pursed his lips, obviously unimpressed. "The pictures the Daily Bugle post show you looking quite happy to punch them. It looks a little unhinged actually and I am officially asking you to fucking cut it out for a month. I have a fundraiser for the Maria Stark Foundation and I don't want to spend the entire thing fielding questions about your disdain for the law."

"I've never been convicted of a crime," Steve began, drawing himself up in offense.

"You're Captain America. Who wants to convict Captain America of a crime when you punch a neo-nazi?" Tony retorted, crossing his arms over his chest. "Stop punching people. Find a different hobby. I hear bird watching and crossword puzzles are popular with your age group."

"I'm telling Natasha you think her crossword puzzles make her old," Steve tried again.

"Her gardening hobby makes her old too. Make sure you tell her I said that," Tony retorted, then stepped closer, pointing at him through the bars. "I'm telling you one last time before I put my foot up your ass, Steve. Do things that make you happy--within the confines of the legal system."

It took everything in him not to immediately answer 'no.' He thought Tony might actually break through the bars and murder him. "Okay."

Tony blinked at him, apparently having expected more argument. Steve normally would have given him one, but Tony had proved very protective over his mother's foundation and all the events it held. Steve didn't feel inclined to push his luck. Especially since he was inside the cell and Tony was not, and Tony could leave him here.

"...Okay," Tony finally agreed. He narrowed his eyes skeptically. Steve tried to look as innocent as possible and was rewarded with a sour, "Don't do that."

"Fine," Steve said, contrite expression dropping. "Can we leave?"

Tony continued to stare at him, considering. Finally, though, he huffed, rolling his eyes. "Fine. I sent your court date to Natasha since you broke your phone on someone's face. Please stop doing illegal shit until after the gala."

Steve sighed. "Fine. Can I take you out to coffee? That's not illegal anymore apparently."

Tony whipped around to stare at him again, aghast. Finally, he managed to bark a confused, "HUH?"

"You told me to find my happiness within legal confines," Steve reasoned. "Homosexuality was legalized in New York in the eighties. I looked it up."

Tony stared at him a little longer, then let out a reedy, overwhelmed laugh. "What are you talking about?!"

"Let's discuss it over coffee," Steve tried again, and then, "Or dinner? Whichever you prefer."

"Shut the fuck up," Tony laughed, rolling his eyes, and finally turned to leave. "I'll go tell the officer to let you out."

Steve watched him go, stunned. Then he crossed his arms over his chest with a huff. This was why he preferred punching neo-nazis. They, at least, knew what his intentions were. He could probably give Tony a 'will you go out with me? yes or yes' note and he'd just laugh and say he forgot to add 'no.'

#aurumacadicus answers #anon #1-161 stony ficlet challenge #stony #anyway steve decides to take a break from punching nazis to harass tony into dating him and tony is BEWILDERED but sort of into it?#he doesn't know what to do about this and natasha and clint think it's funny so they don't help

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s-horne · 9 months

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There was a time when Tony had panicked about his future.

He’d had Peter young, just a couple of years into a crappy relationship that had fallen apart long before their bundle of joy had come and couldn’t be fixed even by Peter’s cherubic smile. From the very first moment, Tony had loved his boy. There hadn’t been a moment that Tony had regretted the relationship that had led him to his son, or ever wished that things had turned out differently. Not when Peter had had a phase as a baby of not sleeping through the night if the temperature wasn’t exactly 78 degrees, not when he’d learnt to talk and hadn’t exited his “why” phase for weeks on end, not even during the long weekend when Peter had caught pretty much every bug floating around his daycare all at once.

Parenthood was where Tony thrived but, through it all, he’d lain awake at night and longed for someone next to him that wasn’t 2 feet tall and not quite potty trained. He’d wanted a conversation with another adult that wasn’t hurried at the drop-off gate or about yet another late project at work, and he’d wanted an arm around his waist when he was dangerously close to falling asleep whilst making himself his first coffee of the day.

Everything he wanted for himself, he also wanted for Peter’s sake. He’d wanted someone else to see Peter’s drawings and marvel over them as they went up on the fridge day after day after day. He’d wished for presents from a grandparent at Christmas and another parent who could calm them both down when Peter refused to sleep even as the sun started to rise on the horizon.

Tony had spent years worrying that no one would take on a small child with an absent parent who could come back and cause a storm at any time. He’d never expected anything to come from a one-night stand when the lights had been turned on in the morning and all of Peter’s toys could be seen in their scattered glory.

But, then again, Tony had never imagined Steven Grant Rogers.

They’d decided early into their planning that they didn’t want to do a walk down the aisle. Neither of Tony’s parents would be there to walk with him and Sarah had gotten so tearful at the prospect of their engagement alone that they didn’t trust her to be able to see to walk down the aisle on the wedding day itself.

What they had decided instead was to have Peter as the star of the show, with the rings safely in his possession as he walked down the aisle to both of his parents waiting for him at the altar.

And, boy, did he steal the show.

Tony watched with a wide grin as Peter all but skipped up the aisle, his tuxedo so little it was almost comical. Casting a glance to his left, Tony felt something ridiculously fond catch in his chest at the pure and unabashed expression of love on Steve’s face as his eyes tracked Peter’s dance.

“God, look at him,” Steve murmured.

“He’s gonna drop those rings before we can get them,” Tony laughed.

“Yeah, probably. But he looks cute, so I’m sure we’ll survive without them.”

Tony scoffed. Be that as it may, he wanted a ring on his finger.

All of a sudden, Peter let out a gasp and started running. “Grandma!”

A ripple of laughter made its way through the guests as Peter headed straight for Steve’s mother.

“Oh, look at you, my darling,” Sarah crooned, bending down and smoothing a hand over Peter’s hair when he reached her. “You look so gorgeous, little man."

"Hi, Grandma!"

"Hello, my love," Sarah laughed.

"Wanna sit with you!"

"Of course, but first you have to give Daddy the rings. They're very important.”

Peter took Sarah’s hand in a tight grip and practically shoved the ring cushion in Tony’s direction without looking at him. Steve laughed loudly, his eyes still solely on Peter as well.

Tony might have been jealous if he hadn’t been so relieved. So, yeah, he thought to himself as he untied the rings from the cushion and handed them to the officiant, he really needn’t have worried after all.

#i wrote a thing #well #i wrote half a thing #stony fic #stony ficlet #stony au #stevetony fic #stevetony ficlet #steve x tony #peter parker stark #peter stark rogers #sarah rogers #superfamily fic

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daddynattt · 1 year

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Good day/night! May I request a bottom Natasha x top avenger reader (female)

Something like Natasha crushing hard on reader and has been wanting to get with her for so long. And even though Nat has slept with plenty of men, she’s never slept with a woman before, so after love confessions are revealed and such, reader ends up giving Nat the night of her life like she’s never had before. Full hardcore love making and everything that for sure will leave the red head unable to walk properly the next day. Even with Nat saying “No one has ever made me feel that good like you just did” and lots of aftercare! Praise kink and moaning kink if possible?

Thank you for allowing me to submit my request! Have a good time!

I love bottom Nat <3 hope you enjoy.

Taking Chances

Summary: You and Natasha are both crushing hard on each other, so during a game of truth or dare, feelings come to light and are confessed, the two of you sharing an intimate night together.

Pairing: Bottom!Natasha Romanoff x Top!Female Reader

Warnings: Humour, Fluff, Smut, Love Confessions, Praise Kink, Moaning Kink, Fingering (Nat Receiving) Oral (Nat Receiving) Face Sitting (Nat on R) Strap-on Use (Nat Receiving), Overstimulation. 18+ only

Word Count: 3.8k

You look to the side as you feel someone staring at you from across the room, your suspicions correct when you see Natasha already looking at you, a blush rising to her cheeks when you catch her, instantly pulling a smile to your face. All of the Avengers were together in the common room, a weekly get together set up by Tony so you could all spend some quality time together and relax away from missions, taking the day off and enjoying each others company.

You and Natasha have been friends ever since you joined the Avengers. Your witty comments and sense of humor instantly drawing you in to her. The thing is, you want more with her. You know about her crush on you, the way she looks at you and how she acts gives her away even though she doesn’t think that you know, but you do. You also accidentally overheard her and Yelena speaking about her crush on you, but you’re waiting for her to make the first move because you don’t want to pressure her or force her into anything if she isn’t ready for a relationship. You know about her past and don’t want to rush her into anything to make her uncomfortable.

“Sestra, stop looking at Y/n like a love sick puppy and go finally ask her out” Natasha scoffs as she looks at her sister.

“Yeah right, and have her reject me? No thanks. I rather have her as my friend then make things awkward and ruin things between us” Yelena shakes her head as she hits her sister upside the head.

“You’re so clueless! She feels the exact same way about you, she looks at you like you’re the greatest person to ever exist” Natasha smirks and crosses her arms.

“That’s because I am, something you can’t relate to” Yelena rolls her eyes and sticks out her tongue.

“Whatever. We all know i’m the better sister, but seriously Sestra, on a serious note, you deserve happiness and Y/n is a great person, I mean she is my best friend after all so of course I approve. You won’t know unless you take the chance, and if in any way she doesn’t feel the same at least you tried and don’t have to keep wondering what if” Truth is, Yelena knows all about your crush on her sister and always encourages you to tell her, but you always tell her you’d rather wait for Natasha to make the first move.

Natasha sighs, letting her shoulders slump as her eyes travel towards you again.

“I know I know, i’m just… scared. My feelings for her are strong. I think I love her” Yelena smiles at her sister and wraps her arm around her shoulders.

“I know you do. C’mon, let’s join everyone”

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“Guys! Let’s play truth or dare” Natasha rolls her eyes as she looks at Tony.

“No Tony, what are we, twelve?” You laugh and send her a smirk.

“Actually I want to play! I think it will be fun” Natasha shakes her head and smiles.

“Fine, I guess i’ll play the stupid game too” You hear Yelena and Wanda snickering to themselves and whispering as they look at you and Natasha.

“Of course you will Sestra!” Yelena laughs again and her and Wanda grab onto each other as they fall into a fit of giggles. You can’t help but laugh as you give Natasha a teasing smile.

“What? Are you scared you’re going to have to admit your deepest secret or something?” she rolls her eyes at you and let’s out a nervous breath.

“No, this game is just silly and Tony is a child” You laugh and put your hand on her arm, squeezing her bicep in hopes to calm her down. You bite your lip as you feel the muscle underneath your hand, your mind suddenly going in a totally different direction. Heat rises to her cheeks from your touch, and you let go as you look at everyone.

“So how we playing this? If you don’t answer or do the dare you gotta strip a piece of clothing?” you wink over at Natasha, then look around the room at everyone. Tony speaks up right away.

“I think that’s a great idea! I’ll go first. Yelena, truth or dare?”

“Dare of course! Do you even know me?” you roll your eyes at your best friend and shake your head.

“I dare you toooo… kiss the hottest person in the room” Yelena’s eyes instantly travel towards you, and you smirk at her as you raise your eyebrows up and down. You wonder if she will do the dare and finally make her move on Kate. You see the gears turning in her head before she gets up, making your eyes widen. She approaches Kate, the archer looking at Yelena with wide eyes before she feels a set of lips against hers, the two sharing a soft kiss. You grab onto Natasha’s arm and jump up and down in your seat excitedly. Natasha laughs and gives you a loving smile as she admires the way you look when you are all excited and care free. She’s absolutely infatuated by you.

“Go Yelena!” she rolls her eyes at you but gives you an appreciative smile as she sits back down in her seat, looking at Kate with a smile, the archer blushing and giving her a shy smile back. After some dares going around, and some people stripping, Yelena makes her way back over to you as it’s her chance to ask again.

“Y/n, truth or dare?” you give her a warning look, already knowing that whatever you choose, it’s going to involve Natasha.

“Hmm, truth” she smirks at you, whispering something into Wanda’s ear, seeing them nodding to each other as they both look at you.

“Do you have a crush on somebody in this room and if so who?” you internally groan, glaring at the two of them, seeing Natasha looking at you from the corner of your eye. You can either finally make your move and tell Natasha how you feel, or you can continue to keep it bottled inside and strip a piece of your clothing. You breathe out as you look around the room, nodding your head.

“Yes, I have feelings for somebody in this room” you look over at Natasha and grab her hand, pulling her up with you and walking the two of you to your room. You hear whistles and shouting as the two of you leave, but your focus is on Natasha only.

“Y/n? What’s going on?” you pull her into your room and sit down on your bed.

“Look Natasha, I didn’t want to be the first one to say anything because i didn’t want you to feel pressured or uncomfortable but I have very strong feelings for you and it’s driving me crazy. I just want to hold you and kiss you and give you all the love I have to offer. You are beautiful and amazing, and you deserve the absolute world, and I want to be the one to give that to you if you let me. I understand if you only want to be friends but what i’m saying is that I love you Natasha” when your eyes finally have the courage to move up off the floor and look at her, you can see tears in her eyes which makes you frown.

“Oh God i’m sorry, did I say something wrong?” she chuckles as she shakes her head, wiping away her tears as she looks at you.

“No, everything was perfect. You make me feel so loved and special and i’ve wanted to tell you how I felt for so long but I was scared you would only see me as a friend. I’ve never felt like this for anyone before and I never thought I was deserving of it, so this is all new to me and it scares me, but you are so important to me and you don’t know how happy this makes me to hear you say all of this. I love you too Y/n” you can’t help the big smile that takes over your face, instantly wrapping your arms around her and holding her close against you. You feel her relax into your hold and after being wrapped up in each others arms for a few moments, you pull back and cup her cheek as you look into her eyes.

“So beautiful, and all mine” the blush that takes over her face makes you smile and you can’t help the excitement you feel deep in your bones knowing she loves you back.

“Can I kiss you?” she nods her head yes, and you don’t hesitate to press your lips against hers, the feel of her soft lips feeling better then you could have ever imagined. You pull back and look at her, looking for any signs that she doesn’t want this as much as you do. She smiles at you reassuringly, pressing her lips to yours once again as the kiss gets heated. You run your hands through her red locks, pulling her closer to you and kissing her deeper, moving them down to her waist as they travel underneath her shirt, feeling her soft skin beneath your fingertips. You feel her pulling back and you look at her, worried that you overstepped. She quells your worries, giving you a soft smile as she rests her forehead against yours.

“I want you… So much you don’t even know, but i’ve never slept with a woman before. I don’t know what i’m doing. I don’t want to disappoint you or not be good or-“ you cut her off with a kiss to her lips, smiling lovingly at her as you stroke her cheek.

“Nat, we don’t have to do anything until you’re ready, and I promise you that none of that matters because it’s you and everything with you is perfect no matter what” her shy smile makes you fall even deeper, and you are so grateful that she is opening up to you like this and communicating her worries.

“I want you.. Please Y/n” the way it comes out of her mouth so breathlessly makes your stomach swoop with butterflies, the coil in your stomach tightening, determination coursing through you at giving her the best night of her life and really showing her just how much you love her.

“Shh, don’t worry baby, I will take such good care of you tonight. Let me make you feel good and show you just how much i love you” you attach your lips to hers again, laying her down slowly on your bed as you hover over her. Her arms wrap around your neck, pulling you closer and you lick her bottom lip asking for entrance which she grants immediately. Your tongues battle for dominance and you take the upper hand, the moan she lets out into your mouth driving you wild. You pull back when breathing becomes necessary, your lips instantly attaching to her neck as you deposit soft kisses to her skin.

“You sound so good when you’re moaning for me baby, it’s all for me right?” you feel her nodding underneath you, a whimper coming out of her mouth as your teeth pull on her earlobe.

“Use your words my love” you kiss every part of her jaw and neck, leaving marks that will for sure be hard to cover up the next day.

“Yes! it’s all for you Y/n, only you” you attach your lips to hers once again as you whisper against them.

“That’s my good girl” you straddle her hips as you go to remove her shirt, smiling at the blush that takes over her face. You look at her asking for permission, and you pull her shirt over her head once she nods her head yes. You can’t help but to stare are her exposed chest and admire her, feeling tremendously lucky that it’s all for you and only you to look at. She goes to cover herself but you stop her, kissing along her chest and breasts, your hands roaming her entire body.

“My pretty girl, no need to shy away baby, you’re gorgeous and i’m going to make you feel so so good” you remove her bra, grabbing her breasts into your hands and squeezing them, her moans encouraging you on.

“God your moans turn me on so much, you sound so good baby” she whimpers at your words, and you move down to take her nipple into your mouth, sucking and biting on the hard bud as her hand runs through your hair to keep your head in place. You move to the next one, giving it the same attention, your hands making their way to the waistband of her pants.

“Can I?” she nods rapidly and bites her lip.

“Please! Please Y/n.. I need you” you slide her pants and underwear down her legs, throwing them somewhere on the floor, the sight of her wet core making your mouth water, the urge to taste her strong.

“Fuck Nat you’re so wet for me and i’ve barely touched you. Such a good girl for me. Gonna make you feel so good” she mewls at the praise and you lay in between her legs, spreading them wide as you kiss and bite her inner thighs, her moans and whimpers spurring you on. You never want to stop hearing them. You look up at her, staring into her eyes as you kitten lick her folds, her head instantly thrown back at the amazing feeling.

You continue to lick her folds, her sweet taste instantly coating your tongue and making your eyes roll back. She tastes absolutely divine. You take her clit into your mouth, sucking on it as you slowly put a finger inside her gaping hole, she’s absolutely drenched that your finger easily slides in. You look up at her as you finger her, adding another as you look at her blissed out face.

“So good Y/n, please don’t stop” you move up as your fingers stay inside her, kissing her on the lips as your fingers move in and out of her at a fast pace. She moans in your mouth and you move your lips down to her neck, kissing at her skin and leaving love bites, the moans she lets out into your ear driving you absolutely crazy. Her hands tangle in your hair, keeping your head in place as you fuck her with your fingers, feeling her clench around them, indicating that she’s close.

“F-faster, fuck i’m so close. You feel so good Y/n” you move your fingers in and out of her faster, twisting them as you hit the spongey part inside her.

“Oh god, I’m gonna cum” you rub her clit with your thumb as you move your fingers deeper and faster inside her, her juices instantly coating your hand and dripping onto the bed below as she has her very first orgasm of the night. You ride out her orgasm as she catches her breath, kissing her neck and chest as you let her come down from her high.

“Wow.. that was amazing” you suck on your fingers as you clean them dry, kissing her once again, her taste lingering on your tongue causing her to moan at the taste of herself.

“You did so good for me baby. God you taste so good I just want to taste you all night long” she blushes at your words, tugging on your shirt as she looks up at you.

“Can I undress you? I wanna feel you” the way she asks it so shyly makes you smile, and you nod your head as you allow her to pull your clothes off your body. Once you’re naked with her, you press your body against hers, the both of you moaning at the skin to skin contact. You look at her and kiss her softly, a thought coming to your mind.

“Have you ever.. sat on anyone’s face before?” she blushes and hides her face into your neck, shaking her head no. You can’t help but to laugh at her embarrassed state, the thought of her sitting on your face and pulling multiple orgasms out of her turning you on even more then you already are.

“Do you want to try? I want you to suffocate me with those thick thighs till i can’t breathe anymore and pass out” she giggles and slaps at your chest, biting her lip as she contemplates it, the thought of sitting on your face making her more wet then she already is.

“Are you sure? Nobody i’ve ever slept with before has ever mentioned to try that” you roll your eyes and lay down on your back, looking at her with a teasing smile.

“Yeah because the guys you’ve been with don’t know how to properly please a woman and didn’t appreciate you in all your glory, because trust me, I want nothing more then for you to ride my face and make a mess on me as you cum over and over again” she moans at your words, the thought of riding your face turning her on. She shyly moves up towards you, straddling your stomach as she places her hands on your chest, looking down at you.

“Are you sure?” you grab onto her thighs and squeeze them, pulling her up towards you and allowing her to straddle your face, instantly attaching your mouth to her dripping core. You moan as her sweetness instantly enters your mouth, eagerly lapping at her folds as you swallow her juices down your throat.

“You taste so fucking good baby, be a good girl for me and ride my tongue” she moans and throws her head back, grabbing onto the headboard as she rides your face. You grab onto her thighs to hold her in place, never wanting her to get off of you.

“Fuck, your tongue feels so good baby” you moan against her, the vibration making her whimper as she rides your face faster, her juices coating the bottom half of your face, her legs shaking on either side of your head.

“Oh my God, can I please cum? Please?” you nod against her, and she instantly lets go into your mouth, her taste so sweet that you greedily swallow it all. You pull two more orgasms out of her, her moans is music your ears, along with her addicting taste and she rides your tongue slowly to prolong each of her highs, moving herself down your body as she slumps against you, laying her head against your chest as she catches her breath. You run your hand up and down her back, kissing her head as you look down at her, flipping the two of you over as you lay your body on top of hers.

“I’m not done with you yet pretty girl, I wanna fuck you with my cock till you can’t feel your legs” she moans and looks at your backside as you get up off the bed, grabbing your strap from the closest and attaching it to your body. She bites her lip as she looks at the sight in front of her, the view of the strap attached to your body exciting her. You join her back on the bed, getting in between her legs, sliding the toy against her folds to get it wet.

“I need you inside baby please” you kiss her lips as you line the toy at her entrance, pushing yourself into her, wishing you could actually feel her walls wrapped around you. She moans into your ear, her nails digging into your shoulders at the stretch. You fuck into her at a slow pace, your arms on either side of her head as you kiss her neck.

“Fuck Nat, I love you. Thank you for giving yourself to me like this. Gonna make you cum so hard on my cock, fuck you’re gonna make me cum too baby” you fuck into her faster, your own orgasm close, her nails scratching up your back making you hiss at the pain.

“Oh my God! Harder baby please” you grab her legs and put them over your shoulders, bending them as you fuck her harder, your skin slapping together as you pound into her, your orgasm so close as the strap is hitting against your clit in the best way possible, her moans that she lets out driving you closer to your release.

“Fuck you’re gonna make me cum Nat, your moans are so sexy and turn me on, cum on my cock baby, make a mess for me” her back arches as she screams your name, her orgasm hitting her hard as she squirts all over you, her body shaking and spasming beneath you as her vision turns white, your orgasm hitting at the same time at the sight in front of you. You ride out both your orgasms as you move in and out of her slowly, little whimpers coming out of her at being overstimulated.

“Fuck, you just squirted all over me. That was so fucking hot” she tries to catch her breath at the overwhelming feeling taking over her body, your words lost on her as she takes deep breaths, her mouth dry and her mind hazy.

“Shh, breathe baby, that’s it deep breaths” you get up off the bed, removing the strap and leaving it in the bathroom as you grab a wet towel, going to the mini fridge you have in your room and grabbing a water bottle, before making your way back over to Natasha. You clean her up, apologizing when she flinches back from being sensitive, opening the water bottle and putting it to her lips so she can drink some. Once she’s done drinking you lay down beside her, pulling her into you as she lays her head against your chest, closing her eyes and letting the warmth and safety she feels from you calming her down. Once she regains her composure, you look down at her and give her a loving smile once she looks up at you, a tired smile on her face.

“I can’t feel my legs” you let out a laugh through your nose as you kiss her forehead, running your hand up and down her exposed back, feeling incredibly lucky to have her in your arms like this. She snuggles more into you, placing her face into the crook of your neck as she relishes in the way you hold her protectively against you, your strong arms and warm embrace making her feel safe and loved for the first time in her life.

“No one has ever made me feel that good like you just did” you smile to yourself, feeling your heart bursting with love at the confession, making it your goal to make her feel this way every time you are intimate with her, determined to give her all the love you have to offer her. You deposit a soft kiss to her lips when she looks up at you, stroking her cheek as you look into her eyes and smile lovingly at her.

“I love you Nat. Will you be my girlfriend?” she grins at you and nods her head yes, kissing your lips repeatedly as her excitement takes over. You think to yourself that you promise from this day on to give Natasha everything she could ever want or ask for, promising to love her till the very end. You’re never letting her go.

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I Love You In Every Universe

Pairing: Bucky x female reader

Summary: Trying to mend your relationship with Bucky is going so painfully slow. And then it's not.

Warnings: Spicy content! 18+ only! Cursing, oral sex MTF, penetration, praise kink, small amount of submissive kink, and I think that's all?

Word Count: 3428

A/Ns: I needed to write a total smut post. Those seem to be pretty popular haha. We have Baker Bucky! I got a few requests for that! Anyway, enjoy! I'll continue the storyline in my next post!

Previous Part

Masterlist

Finding out that your brother is not only alive, but that he is the new face of Hydra, is one of the biggest twists that fate could spit out. After the terrifying realization that occurred in your office, you’ve been thrown into countless meetings and conferences where you were probed for information on Luke that wasn’t already disclosed in his military files.

Steve and Tony had constant questions and concerns about the situation. They felt that maybe Luke would try and reach out or maybe there was some hidden information that you would somehow be privy to. But it had been two years since everyone thought that he was long dead.

The tension in The Compound rose. Your job got put into question, certain people wondering why you would even apply to intern here in the first place. Are you a double agent? Finding and leaking information to Hydra from within? Your morals had never once been questioned until now.

Bucky was the only one who didn’t make the whole situation feel like an interrogation. He remained supportive, being the person to suggest you take time to recollect yourself when it became too much. The only one who didn’t have questions but was always silently there in the corner watching and listening, taking every bit of information in.

A task force was assigned to try and track Luke, in hope of him not being too far gone. It had been done with Bucky, could it be done with your brother as well? You were also chosen for this mission, which did not go over well with Bucky. Him and Tony had argued over using yourself as bait to draw him out. In the end, it was your decision, and you would chose to go.

Even with the stress of the current situation, you used Bucky as a welcomed distraction. Leaning on one another as you both grasped onto your undeniable tethered connection. There was still a long road to recovery for both Bucky and your relationship. But he did his damndest to make you feel as though you weren’t under constant surveillance (at least from him). When the daily brainstorming sessions were over, you both avoided the topic of Luke. It was still difficult to process the concept that he was still alive. It just didn’t seem real.

Taking things slow with Bucky has always been an understatement. A part of him is apprehensive, more so now than ever. There has been close to no physical contact. You truly don't know everything that he went through overseas, but it was apparent that he was still working his way through it. You had your 'boyfriend' back. Yet in a sense, you didn't. And still, his presence still left the same, if not more, desire in it's wake.

Bucky was given his own apartment within The Compound for the time being. Although there was nothing to be 'afraid' of, everyone, except yourself, felt that it was necessary to slowly ease back into his routines and not just cannonball into the deep end.

Spending time together had always been your favorite thing. But now, it was like everything was exciting and new once again. The two of you were dealing with the 'holes' Bruce had warned you about- and the dark cloud of your brother hanging over both of your heads. These said ‘holes’ were more along the lines of not remembering how you take your coffee and other small instances. He remembers you, and most of the time that you had shared.

You filled the limited free time in your days together with simplistic dates and doing things that he really took interest in. Going to the gym together, long drives with the windows down listening to music playing, but most of all... Bucky loved being in the kitchen. It was as if he had a new found passion for cooking and baking-something simplistic to lose himself in. But he wouldn't share that pastime with anyone else, feeling like he may be judged. Although, you had no complaints. There was no shortage on baked goods and even homemade bread from scratch.

Bucky is in the kitchen, covered in flour and chocolate. The clear evidence of him indulging in his guilty pleasure.

"Mmm. These are seriously the best chocolate chip cookies I have ever had." You mumble.

You didn't want to be rude by talking with your mouth full, but he eagerly watched, awaiting your reaction to his creation of the day.

"Really!?" He asks, excitedly.

Nodding your head and smiling, you go to take another bite of the cookie. Since it is still warm from recently coming out of the oven, it partially breaks- melty chocolate all over your face and hands.

There's a moment of silence- you and Bucky are looking at one another until his nose scrunches and he starts hysterically laughing. A sweet sound that I have missed for so long. It's contagious. The next thing you know, you're both laughing to the point of just wheezing. Your cheeks hurt, the place where your abs once were before he entered the baking scene, hurt. It wasn't even that funny, just one of those simplistic moments where you get to fully be yourselves. A core memory.

"You're a hot mess," Bucky says, trying to compose himself by fighting through the laughter. His cheeks are burning red. The harder he tries to subdue the laughing, the more he fails. "Come here..." He reaches for a dish towel, dampening it under the faucet of the sink before taking a few steps closer.

You abruptly stop laughing, taking in how suddenly close in proximity he is to you. Aside from the hello/goodbye awkward hugs that you look forward to just being in his arms for a moment- this is rediscovering old territory.

Your mouth opens slightly as you hold your breath, awaiting to see what he does next. Covering his thumb with the cloth, he ever so gently wipes chocolate off of your bottom lip. His eyes fasten their grip with your own, occasionally breaking contact to look down at your lips.

Kiss me. Your inner conscious is screaming, begging and pleading for him to make a move. To just be wrapped up in all that is him- to let go of the past few months and just be yourselves. You can feel your chest instinctively move closer to his- which is rising and falling deeply. Bucky's mouth opens slightly as he takes in a shuddering breath.

Yes... His eyes are now solely focused on your mouth. You impulsively bite your bottom lip, willing it into the universe for his lips to be on yours. You're met with glacier blue eyes, now looking deep within yours. You cannot help but look up at Bucky with pleading, desire filled eyes.

Please.

"I-" He starts. Time is standing still as you hang onto what he will say. "I...um-" He breaks the eye contact as he takes a step back. "I have to clean this kitchen. My OCD is getting the better of me." He nervously chuckles once.

"Oh." There is no hiding your disappointment.

Bucky grabs a nearby plate full of the cookies that he had just made.

"Here...some for you to take home." He offers, sounding hopeful that you’ll accept.

He's kicking me out. Point taken.

"Oh, okay. Well, thanks. I'll see you tomorrow?" You can only focus on the plate that he handed you, trying to hide the humiliation. Not even waiting for a response, you quickly dash out of his apartment.

Breaking into a full sprint in the hallway, your back at your own residence. Quickly shutting the door behind you and laying your back flat against it, your mind starts racing.

We will never get back to the way we were. Giving him time and space isn't enough. Maybe after all he has been through, he has moved past this relationship? Past me? But I love him. I promised I'd wait...but is he just prolonging the inevitable? Will my brother become the new thing to try and get between us? I can't just let him go... I can't. He needs to know.

In that moment you dropped the plate; The shattering muffled slightly from the softness of the cookies. You didn't care. Turning around to open the door and run back to his living quarters- professing your love and need like some girl in a romcom you would make fun of.

You swing open the door, about to dart out when you smack into something. Someone.

"Oh, sorry I-....Bucky?" Shocked is an understatement.

He's standing at your door with an anxious look on his face- still covered in flour.

"I-..." He starts. Your heart is pounding- the sound of your heartbeat swooshing in your ears.

"Fuck it." Bucky breathes as he takes a step forward. Cupping both sides of your face, hungrily pressing his lips into yours.

Immediately you liquify into the kiss. His lips taste sweet- the remanence from his all day baking. Your arms interlock behind his neck as he steps forward- pushing you backwards into your apartment without his lips leaving yours.

It doesn't matter that you clumsily stumble behind, Bucky keeps you steady by holding each side of your waist while sustaining the kiss. Once through the doorway, he uses the back of his boot to loudly kick the door closed- not caring who might see or hear.

Guiding you against the wall of the hallway, Bucky reaches behind his neck and grabs your hands to pin them on the surface above your head, his metal hand still on your hip. The assertive motion causes a chain reaction- a small whimper from your throat echoes into his mouth. Being held firmly in place, your hips hungerly try to buck up into his body, greedily needing every point of physical contact possible.

His lips break away, but only for a moment as they move down to your neck. His tongue grazes, teeth nip occasionally through the soft suction noises his mouth leaves behind. You know that you'll be marked in just a matter of time. But it is his public claim on you that you'll proudly wear.

While keeping your hands pinned against the wall, Bucky's free hand starts to explore your body; painfully gentle he traces along your side, the bottom of your stomach, between your breasts, etc. But he's being cautious. He knows how to manhandle you and this is not it. Call it selfish, but after a total of 2 months of not being with him, you want aggressive Bucky.

"Bucky..." You breathe. The sound of his name makes him stop.

His body leans more into yours- touching chest to chest, which is growing more difficult due to the heavy breathing. Pressing his forehead into yours, his vision still focused on the trail of red blotches he's left behind.

"Hmm?" He answers as he adjusts his posture slightly so that his thigh is now between your legs. If you pressed your hips down the tiniest bit against him, the evidence of just how desperate you are for him would be all over his leg.

"Don't hold back." You say softly, but confidently. Bucky's eyes blaze to yours with a look of exhilaration dancing across them.

"Don't worry..." His voice is deep, husky.

The hand that he was using to pin your arms above your head lets go- letting it gradually slip down to your jawline. He hooks your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, encouraging you to turn your head. Bucky leans in, his breath hot against your cheek.

"I'll take care of you." It comes out low, from the back of his throat. The throbbing between your legs starts to become fierce. In addition, his tongue presses flat to your cheek, licking the side of your face just once.

Using one prompt motion, Bucky is now carrying you bridal style. His lips rashly press back to yours. Even with your eyes closed, you can feel the gentle sway of him walking- the sound of his footsteps pressing down into the floor.

He sits you on the edge of the bed, getting down on his knees and hooking each of his pointer fingers into the waistband of your jeans to start shimmying them down. Lifting your feet barely off the floor to get your pants the rest of the way off, Bucky discards them and encourages you to lay back on the bed.

Still on his knees, Bucky leans in and places one velvety soft kiss on the inside of your thigh. The lack of touch for months has left you on a whole new level of sensitive. A low moan in the form of a hum reverberates in your throat. The warm air resulting from a tiny snort from him already making your legs twitch.

Hitching your knees over his shoulders, the tips of his fingers gently caress the inside of your thighs. It's almost painful how good it feels. Taking his warm pointer finger he swipes once in the middle of your folds- above the panties.

"You're already so wet for me. What a good girl." Bucky purrs.

I'm about to get absolutely fucking wrecked.

Your eyes roll back and close as your back arches, gripping the bedsheets already feeling like a volcano about to erupt just from Bucky's heated breath.

*Thwap*

The slight sting in the groin takes you by surprise. Propping yourself on your elbows, you look down to Bucky with confusion. He's gazing into your eyes and a playful smile.

"I want you to look at me." His voice is still smoky and deep.

Being so hyper focused on everything he was doing, including looking up at you from between your legs, you wouldn't even need to be touched to lose control at this point. Even just the thought of his body covering yours is sending cold shudders of ice down your spine.

Without warning, he shoves the back of your thighs so that your head is between your knees. Now kneeling on the bed, he holds you in place, leaving yourself completely exposed; propped up right to his face, occupied with a content and cunning grin.

Fuck.

With locked eyes, Bucky focuses on your face as his mouth simply presses directly on you. Allowing for you to have a small moment before he starts to work his magic. You gasp at the connection; your knees going weak as you grip onto the bedsheets underneath you.

'I want you to look at me.' His voice rings in your head. It takes every molecule in your body to hold his gaze with his head between your thighs, but you do. Just like the obedient woman that you are for him. His ridged tongue sweeps over your labia as a form of slow and delicious torture. The licking over your sensitive skin causes you to whimper- Bucky looks at you through hooded eyes as he makes a few small reverberating sounds in his throat as approval.

Moaning, you can't help but grind your hips against his face. It feels incredible. He feels incredible. The leisurely, steady, sensual motions tell you that he's enjoying this as much as you are. You're practically coming off of the bed, but Bucky holds you in place as you start panting- the sounds coming from your breath are pleading, begging for that outer body, earthshattering orgasm.

"Please," You sigh, as your hand digs and grips tightly into his hair; knowing full well that it's slightly painful but don't care. Your quiet request is received as his tongue swirls around the entrance of your core. Once, twice, three times and then you come apart.

Unsure if you are screaming his name, thrashing against him, or whatever else, as you can only see stars in the moment. There is no room for any sort of coherent thought. Spent and exhausted are an understatement as Bucky lifts his head- His eyes practically glowing as he licked the lips of his sinfully wet mouth.

"I love it when you squirm," it comes out as a purr.

He carefully lays you back down before crawling over your body like a panther, his hips pressed in and down against your own. You're pleased to find that he is already naked from the waist down, raring to go.

Bucky's hand tenderly grazes your cheek as your chest still heavily rises and falls. It isn't long until your fingertips are dragging across the hot, soft skin of his chest. His hips settle between yours and you instinctively lock a leg around them. You can feel him press against your entrance, wanting, needing to be inside of you. Now you're lasered focused on him as you wait for that sharp breath as he pushes himself in and his eyes practically roll back in his head.

"I want you to look at me," You think to yourself and completely understand the fascination in that moment.

Beginning to press inch by precious, thick inch, you're grateful for the remanence of your orgasm which helps to ease his way inside. "Fuck," he breathes out as he looks downward to watch himself enter. You smirk to yourself knowing just how tight you are and can feel your walls contracting around him, a silent invitation to bring his enormous length in deeper. Once Bucky was fully inside, down to the base, his eyelids fluttered shut for a moment as he took in the sensation. Once they opened, his gaze was sealed on yours.

Taking in a deep breath in unison, he waits as you become accustomed to stretching around him. His hips wriggle the tiniest bit before he pulls back and shallowly thrusts in once; The sound escaping from his lips makes every single nerve ending in your body light up. You suck in a sharp breath as he finds his rhythm, his pubic bone teasing your clit with every push. The smallest adjustment and he is now inclined so that each ridge can brush against your g-spot with every stroke. Forward and back. Forward and back.

Bucky almost growls as you claw at his back and practically scream in pleasure. Your lips mesh against his bicep, stifling your moans ever so slightly. You come again. And again. He relentlessly keeps the same pace, your body shuddering under his to the point that your mouth is wide open but no noise is coming out. You start to feel the familiar pulsing inside you, filling you. It's warm; a few degrees hotter than his body pressed against yours. His fingers dig into your hips as he thrusts harder, coming over and over again, (which you didn't even think was possible).

He collapses on top of you like a weighted blanket as he tries to level his breathing. Bucky's body continues to tremble against yours. A moment later he shifts his weight to lay next to you. Placing a kiss against your temple, Bucky pulls you in close against him; The coolness from his metal arm almost bites at the beads of sweat across your skin. The familiarity of his body spooning into yours is so comforting that you drift to sleep.

During the night you stir, reaching for Bucky on the other side of the bed to only be met with cold sheets. He's gone. Your heart drops to your stomach as you sit up, holding the blanket up to your chest to cover yourself as you stare at the emptiness beside you.

Maybe it was too fast.

Something catches your attention out of your peripheral vision. You quickly look to the corner of your room, which is especially dark for the time of night. You squint, seeing something- But unable to make out what it is. Though, your stomach jumps in excitement.

"Bucky?" You ask, sounding almost too hopeful. As your eyes adjust to the bold darkness, you can see his silhouette in the corner. But he doesn't move. It doesn't even look like he's breathing. He sits so completely still that it's... terrifying.

"Bucky...?" Calling his name softly, you realize that this might be one of those moments you had been warned about. Your mind is racing and blank at the same time as you reach for scenarios and resolutions- but come up with nothing.

Until...

You clear your throat softly, pulling yourself into a sitting fetal position. Why of all things this came to mind, you have no idea. You're hoping, praying that you are wrong. You cringe as the word slips out.

"Soldat?"

"Ya gotov otvechet." Ready to comply.

Fuck.

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therealdisneyfan2319 · 1 year

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The Spider and The Witch Chapter 1: The Experiment and The Flu

Summary: Peter Parker and Y/N L/N are junior biochem majors at Empire State College. Peter needs a volunteer for his research project, and a series of events leads Y/N to come down with the flu...or does he?

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader

Warnings: Language, blood, needles, description of medical procedures

Word Count: 3.6K

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

“I don’t know how I managed to let you talk me into going to the lab with you this early.” You stretched your arms out as you yawned, keeping your arm just so to keep your coffee upright.

“Dude. It’s 10 am,” Peter chuckled.

“These good looks don’t just happen, man. I need a full nine hours.”

“Maybe if you went to bed before 3 am-” “Now wait a minute. You’re lecturing me about going to bed early when you used to pull all-nighters slinging webs around Queens?”

“Shut up!” He swatted your arm before you had the chance to pull away. “At least I was doing something productive with my life, not playing Pokemon-” “Completing the Pokedex is extremely productive. Now it might not be the same kind of productive as extracting the Spidey mutation from your genome sequence, but categorizing all the Pokemon from the Galar region is an important, time-consuming task.”

Peter rolled his eyes as he rolled down the sidewalk next to you. You chuckled, taking a sip of your coffee as you shook your head. This sort of banter was typical of your friendship. Peter was one of your closest friends and easy to joke with, but you also worked well together. It didn’t hurt that you were both biochem majors and had the same sort of scientific mind. Since you met in world civ last fall the two of you had been as thick as thieves. It didn’t matter that he was three years older than you, a grade above you, or that he used to be Spider-Man. Finding out that the guy in the Stark tech wheelchair who loved Led Zeppelin and Star Wars was once the friendly neighborhood superhero was not what you expected when you went over to his dorm to hang out for the first time. Peter was used to people freaking out when they found out and was thrilled when you shrugged it off.

“So what exactly are we doing today?” you asked. You had volunteered to help him out with a research project he was working on. He hadn’t told you much about it, only that it was being funded by Tony Stark and dealt with genome sequencing.

“Nothing too crazy. I need to take samples of your blood. I’ll use those as test subjects against my blood. That’ll be the control sample.” He punched in a sequence on the keypad on the arm of his chair. Tank tracks dropped down from the bottom of the seat as the chair began to climb the stairs to the science building.

“You know how to take blood?” you asked, holding the door open for him as he wheeled into the building.

“Yeah, well…yeah. I mean Sam taught me how to start an IV and drawing blood is the same principle, right? You gotta find the vein.”

“Oh my god I’m gonna die,” you mumbled as you turned down the hall toward the lab Peter worked out of. It was one of the newest labs on campus. Tony Stark had donated a sizable amount of money toward the Empire State College science and research division with the provision that all the money go toward funding better facilities for students. The new building had just opened at the beginning of the semester. Peter was more than excited to have a space stocked with the latest Stark technology to work on his newest endeavor. It was more convenient than trying to head upstate to the Avengers Compound a few times a week.

“I won’t let you bleed out on me, man. Worst comes to worst we’ll just throw some webs on it and send you to New York Pres.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better about all of this? Because it’s totally not.” You hated needles. You hated doctors. The thought of someone who was decidedly NOT a medical professional fishing around your elbow for a vein made your stomach flip flop. Maybe a large coffee wasn’t the best idea for breakfast…

The bright fluorescent lights in the lab snapped on as you opened the door. They seemed unnecessary as sunlight flooded the windows that took up the entirety of the easternmost wall. The overhead haze added to the sterile feel of the room: the latest in Stark Technology, ranging from microscopes and test tubes to autoclaves and fabricators, shone brightly against the lights. It was nerd heaven, stuffed to the brim with everything anyone could ever need for any experiment they could dream of. You threw your backpack on a lab table adjacent to where Peter was setting up his laptop. Once you were done helping him out, you figured you’d swing by the library to start cracking on the paper for your art history course.

“So I already took my own samples earlier this week,” he explained. “I’m storing them in the fridge over there. Mind grabbing them for me?” He motioned with his head to the mini fridge that sat next to the sink. You walked over to the fridge, seeing a rack of blood vials sitting on the bottom shelf amongst the Petri dishes of spores and sole can of Coke. “Don’t drop it,” he cautioned as grabbed a ziploc baggie of medical supplies out of his bag.

“Whoop.” You fake tripped, stumbling around and swinging the tray to and fro aimlessly. He shot you a somewhat serious glare. You returned a toothy grin.

“Dude if you drop that-”

“Relax, Pete. I’ve got steady hands.” You placed the tray on the table in front of him with the grace of a swan. “See?” You raised your hands up defensively. “Steady hands. I should be a goddamn surgeon.”

“Ah yes, Dr. Y/N L/N, the surgeon who hates blood.” He dumped the contents onto the table. Out fell some rubber gloves, a rubber tourniquet, needles, tubes, alcohol wipes, and cotton balls. You gulped at the sight of the paraphernalia. “So why don’t you just sit there and roll up your sleeve so we can do this.”

“Are you sure you can’t just, like, prick my finger?” Plopping onto the stool you rolled up the sleeve of flannel.

“Do you want to sit here and fill up these tubes one drop at a time?” Peter asked from the sink. The tray of tubes, empty ones and ones full of his blood, sat next to him as he washed his hands.

“Good point,” you muttered. It felt like you were chewing on the flannel from your shirt.

“Just relax, I did it on myself the other day and I turned out just fine.” There was a slight waver in your friend’s voice as he spoke. Try as he might to hide it, Peter was nervous, too. He snapped on the baby blue gloves. You turned your head away, refusing to look until he was done. “Can you just make a fist for-good okay, yup, I see the vein.” The sudden coolness of the alcohol against your skin made you shiver, but you refused to look. Even as you felt the slight prick of the needle against your skin you kept your eyes firmly shut. “Told you I wouldn’t let you bleed out,” he chuckled, replacing the now full vial with an empty one.

“How many vials do you need?” You strained your neck as you tried to look as far away as you could from the scene unfolding in front of you.

“I don’t know, I did six of my own. That should be enough,” Peter shrugged.

Six vials of blood? Why did you even decide to do this in the first place? You could’ve been back in your dorm in the comfort of your bed, sleeping the morning away, instead of having your blood forcibly removed from your body. Peter definitely owed you big time.

He removed the tube from your arm, handing you a cotton ball to stop the bleeding. “That should be it. Mind putting those back in the fridge for me?”

The second your feet hit the floor your knees wobbled. It was probably psychosomatic, but the sight of all your blood sitting inches outside where it should be made you the slightest bit queasy. “Yeah, no problem.” You shook your head quickly. There was no way you were going to let yourself puke or, even worse, drop the vials and have to do it all over again.

It took all your effort not to look down at the plastic tray in your hands. You concentrated all your effort on staring down the refrigerator. That ultimately meant neglecting your untied shoelace. Before you realized what was happening you found yourself tripping over your feet. While you managed to not lose your balance completely, the sudden jolt sent two of the vials crashing to the floor.

“Shit,” you mumbled as you set the tray on the floor. There were shards of glass and blood splattered across the marble tile. You quickly glanced over your shoulder, hoping Peter hadn’t seen your mistake. Much to your relief he was engrossed in his notebook. That bought you some time to quickly clean up the mess. You looked around for a roll of paper towels, spotting the roll next to the sink and tearing off a few sheets. The crimson puddles looked like they’d be easy enough to clean up. Not thinking too much about it, you knelt down and started blotting at the spill. A sudden stab caused you to recoil from the ground in pain. As you examined your hand, you noticed a small scratch on the pad of your thumb.

“You good?” Peter’s voice broke you away from staring at your hand.

“Yeah. Dropped one of the vials and cut myself. I’m good.”

“Was it one of mine or yours?”

“Uhh, mine.” Truth be told you had no idea if it was yours or his. There was no way to know which vial was which. Peter knew. He probably had it marked down in his laptop or something. But you remembered that his vials were facing you when you pulled them out of the fridge. That meant yours were away from you and there was an empty spot there. Yeah, it’s mine. “You need me for anything else?”

“Nah, you’re good,” Peter focused intensely on his laptop, typing away as you finished cleaning up your mess and putting the samples away. “Are we still on for dinner tonight? Ned’s dying to try out that new Thai place on Watts Street.”

“Yeah, shoot me a text. I’m headed to the library for a bit.” You slung your backpack over your shoulder as you headed for the door. “See you.”

“Thanks again, Y/N.”

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You spent the rest of the day in the library researching and typing and revising your paper. The minutes ticked by as you lost yourself in the endless barrage of Western paintings you thought looked all too similar. Yet as the day passed you found yourself feeling strange. At first you thought you had been studying too long. The words on your laptop screen seemed fuzzy and you found yourself re-reading the same paragraph on Donatello about a dozen times before anything seemed to click. Then the library seemed to drop ten degrees before abruptly shooting up another twenty. Sweat on the back of your neck ran down your shirt and chilled you as fast as it cooled you off. The lights were suddenly too bright and even the silence was too loud.

Shit, you thought to yourself as your felt heat radiating off your forehead. It was probably the flu. It had been making the rounds through campus for the better part of a month, so you weren’t completely surprised. Closing your laptop and shoving your books in your bag, you texted Peter as you left the library:

Got the flu. You and Ned go without me. I’m gonna go to bed.

The walk back to your apartment wasn’t long, but it was a near-impossible task in your ever-worsening condition. Every step felt like you were trudging through molasses. Your legs were as heavy as cement and you prayed you wouldn’t trip because you weren’t sure you’d be able to get up again. Tears clouded your vision. Rubbing your eyes didn’t help. The only thing on your mind was downing half a bottle of Nyquil and passing out as soon as you got back to your room.

Much to your relief you walked into an empty apartment. Peter and Ned must’ve already left for dinner. You kicked your shoes off and dropped your bag at the front door. There was no doubt in your mind that this was the flu: you felt like absolute garbage as you shuffled to your bedroom. As you flopped on the bed, clothes and all, your body felt like it was made of lead. Bone-crushing fatigue consumed you as you shivered on top of your bedspread. You prayed that you’d be able to get a little bit of sleep to help dull the pain.

When you woke the following morning, you were surprised to find that you didn’t feel sick at all. In fact, you felt better than you had in a long time. There wasn’t any evidence that you felt so poorly only a few hours ago. You swung your legs around to the side of the bed and stared at the floor as you thought about what you were going to do all day, but when you tried to stand up something was off. As you stretched your arms above your head, you felt something engulf you: it was your blanket. It was stuck to your hands.

Did I spill Nyquil on my hands? you wondered as you tugged at the fuzzy fabric. No, I didn’t take any Nyquil last night.

It took a considerable amount of effort to tear just one of your hands away only for it to stick on the wall as you balanced against it for support. Paint flaked away as you ripped your hand away. At that point you weren’t sure if you were still asleep or not. Squeezing your eyes shut, you reopened them to find flakes of drywall still attached to your fingers. What the hell? You shook your hands, trying to free yourself of the debris, but as you flicked your wrist downward, you heard a loud thwack. The sticky white residue covered Marty McFly’s face on the Back to the Future poster that hung next to your bed. That same white residue balled up on the inside of your wrist. When you tried to pull it off, a long spindly web came with it.

Oh fuck.

The implications of what just happened were huge to say the least. The vial you broke yesterday wasn’t yours: it was Peter’s. His blood contaminated yours when you cut yourself and now you had…spidey powers? It couldn’t be. This all had to be some sort of nightmare. You were just a normal guy trying to make it through college relatively unscathed. Sure, your roommate was an Avenger and that was a little weird, but other than that your experience was pretty normal. You had no interest in having superpowers or saving the world whatsoever.

“Everything okay in there, man?” Peter asked as he rapped on your door. It momentarily snapped you out of your panic.

“Uhh yeah, yeah. I’m good,” you hollered through the door, still looking at the web in your hand.

“You sure?”

“Yeah. I’m okay. Just, uhh, knocked my blankets off the bed.” You wiped the web up with a tissue, praying that it wouldn’t stick to your hand, too. It didn’t, much to your relief.

“How are you feeling?” he called as you started taking off your clothes from the day before. A long shower would help you figure out what your next move was.

“Good. Great actually. I feel fine,” you responded, throwing your dirty t-shirt on the ground. “How was dinner?” “It totally sucked, man. You didn’t miss much,” Ned’s voice was faint as he yelled from the kitchen.

“Bummer. I told you that you should’ve done Indian instead.”

“Well hey if you’re feeling better why don’t we go for lunch?” Your stomach grumbled at the thought, but images of getting stuck to the subway pole loomed in your mind. “Yeah, sure,” you responded absentmindedly while kicking your pants off and grabbing a clean pair of sweats off your bed.

Wearing nothing but your boxers, you opened the door fully intending to go straight to the bathroom. The second Peter and Ned saw you their jaws dropped.

“Dude!” Peter exclaimed.

“Wha-?”

“Woah! Y/N, when did you get ripped?” Ned asked. You were thoroughly confused. None of your hobbies included going to the gym or working out. What were they talking about? The lights came on in the bathroom and as your eyes adjusted to the brightness you were shocked. It was like someone took a chisel to your body overnight. There were muscles in places you didn't know there could be muscles. The reflection in the mirror showed you defined pecs, swollen biceps, and the faintest outline of a six pack.

“What the hell?” you mumbled in disbelief. Your fingers traced over your chest, taking in the new body you’d inadvertently fallen into. It was a surreal experience seeing an unfamiliar body in the mirror. It was almost like you were watching someone else live your life while you watched from outside yourself.

“Are you sure you’re alright, Y/N?” Peter asked as he wheeled himself in front of the bathroom door.

“Yeah. I’ve just got spidey powers now.” It didn’t even feel like you were the one saying those words. Haze clouded your periphery, forcing you to focus on the newness of your body. It was an out-of-body experience in every way. There was no way to really process the profundity of the situation.

“You WHAT?”

Time stopped. Everything stopped. Peter’s face contorted with dozens of emotions in the blink of an eye. Glass shattered on the kitchen floor as Ned’s glass slipped out of his hand.

“Umm, yeah I guess. I’m starting to think that was your blood that I cleaned up yesterday.” You half expected Peter to be furious at the truth, but the beaming grin on his face told you otherwise.

“It worked! Holy shit it WORKED!” He spun his chair around excitedly, whooping all the while. “Mr. Stark, oh man, he’s gonna be so excited! He’ll want to meet you. Man, now he doesn’t even need to look for someone to be the next Spider-Man because…oh this is great, I can teach you everything! That way you’ll be WAY ahead of where he thinks you should be and he’ll let you onto the team fas-”

“The next Spider-Man?”

“I mean yeah, Mr. Stark will definitely want to talk to you about it,” Peter replied.

“Dude, I’d kill to be Spider-Man!” Ned added, sweeping up what remained of his glass.

“No way, absolutely not,” you groused as you stormed out of the bathroom. “No offense, Pete, but I don’t want to be an Avenger.”

“You don’t have to make a decision now. I don’t even know if he’ll ask. I mean he probably will but that doesn’t mean anything. He might just want you to come in to do, like, more testing or something.” Peter gingerly walked back his excitement. The prospect of training the next Spider-Man brought a sense of optimism back into his life that had long been forgotten. Losing his identity as the local neighborhood web slinger stripped away a core part of his identity: Peter Parker and Spider-Man were one in the same. Sure, he still used his powers and webs when he could, but it wasn’t the same. Tony had offered to make him an exosuit after the accident, but he knew that he couldn’t do it anymore. One close brush with death was more than enough for him.

“Look,” you sighed, “I’m not you. I don’t want to go out and swing through Manhattan and stop burglars or fight weird lizard things. I just want to be a normal guy doing normal guy things with my normal guy friends if I can even call the two of you normal.” Peter chuckled half-heartedly.

“Wait, can you stick to the ceiling?” Ned suddenly asked. You sighed again, shaking your head as you extended your arm up and jumped: you stuck. “Woah! That’s sweet!”

“Yeah, it is kinda cool I guess,” you chuckled as you watched your fingertips completely suspend your dead weight from the ceiling. Getting used to your new body was a curious sensation. Everything felt sharper. Colors were brighter and bolder. You saw incredibly small movements even from the corners of your eye. Your body felt stronger and faster and more agile. It was strange, spending your entire life as a regular human being and then waking up one day twenty years later with these weird spidery feelings tingling inside you.

“Do you want one of my web shooters?” Peter asked as you dropped down.

“Web shooters?”

“Yeah,” Peter replied questioningly as he raised an eyebrow. “You don’t think I can actually make webs, do you?”

You responded by mimicking the hand gesture Peter frequently showed you, flicking your wrist downward as a raveled strand of webs flew out of your wrist. Peter ducked his head out of the way in the knick of time while Ned’s jaw dropped in amazement.

“Didn’t see that coming, did you?”

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dasketcherz · 4 months

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Please spread your Beckory Agenda (hc’s) with us🌸💕🌸💕🌸💕🌸

∆ they totally help/copy each other with their school homework

∆ gregory loves to give tony (& his other friends) drawings as a form of friendly art gifts, and tony kept every single one of it safe in a folder or when he really loves it so much he hangs it up in his own bedroom

∆ gregory doesnt like being touched unprompted, especially by strangers. But whenever he's the one who initiates physical contact, it means he's showing signs of beginning to trust having you around

∆ ^^^ with that said, he developed the tendency to play around with Tony's hand. Poking his palms, playfully intertwining their fingers together, clasping them together as a way of innocently stimming that way, a sign of being very comfortable around him. Tony didn't mind it, he grew to like that habit with greg too

∆ ^^^ greg has smaller hands than tony's. So it was extra cozy when they held hands (even platonically before their relationship became more than friends)

∆ greg loves building a fort, he finds joy in making a cozy tent where he and his best friend(s) can just get lost in their little world together

∆ when tony's sleepovers at greg's became more and more reoccurring, it has become very noticeable to the point his mom and grandma also takes notice. When he's bout to ask his mom, there came a point she just cuts him off with "yes yes you can stay at Greg's tonight, just make sure to text me when you're there okay?" and his grandma chimes in "say hello to Greg for me!" and even started insisting tony bring home made cooking of hers when he goes to his best friend's place. They essentially became a lil extended family through the relationship the kids have as very close friends

∆ tony is the only one in the friend group that calls gregory "greg"—Cassie calls him by his full name while Ellis tends to call him anything else but his real name lmao

Gregory was caught off guard the first time it slipped Tony's mouth, during a situation where he needed some comfort on top of that, so the cute lil nickname felt sorta special to him

∆ greg is very sweet and nice around his friends. so you can imagine the look of surprise in tony's face when he saw the feisty side of greg when bullies try to mess with him or his friends. Just when he thought greg was a pretty cool kid already—he thinks strongly of it being true after that. They make each other feel safe for having one another's back

∆ tony begins to develop the tendency of being lowkey a mom friend around greg. As much as capable greg is on his own, tony observed that he still tends to forget about lookin after himself when he gets busy lookin after others, so he's the one to do that for greg. (this becomes such a prominent behavior after overcoming and healing from the GGY incident for both of them)

Like lending him his coat when the lil guy forgets to bring his in a cold weather outside (happens a lot, to the point tony's coat(s) gets mixed up with greg's clothes when he forgets to return it back), or tony packin extra cuz he just have the feelin greg is bound to forget to bring his lol, greg appreciates it a lot tho—tony eventually earned the title of "my knight and shining armor" from greg cuz of the countless times he's been a life saver for him

#daske ask #beckory #fnaf gregory #tony becker #gregtony #detective rabbit #GTY46 #fnaf #fnaf GGY #haruwashere29 #the last one was highly inspired by puhpandas' recent beckory fic #it was too hella cute

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soyellowcurtainsthen · 3 days

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Who’s the man at the prison gate in the Pit Babe Series 2 Trailer?!?!?

Hi, I’m an idiot with an internet connection So, here is my totally accurate and scientifically sound analysis in support of my theory that it’s Pete. Grab your tinfoil hats friends and follow me down the rabbit hole.

First, I’m going to need you to turn your brain off and live in a world with me in which we won’t even consider that this is a new character who has not been introduced yet ( jokes on me because change2561 would pull this type of thing).

Now we need to narrow down the pool of candidates from our currently known characters. Obviously if our Prison throuple of Kenta, Winner and Dean are out of prison and spying on the X-Hunter squad we can safely assume the person who got them out isn’t likely to be in the inner circle of the X-Hunter team, so we can safely disregard Babe, Charlie, Alan, Jeff, North, Sonic, and Kim. Now we have three players in the running- Way, Pete and Tony.

So let’s get to narrowing this down, behold Exhibit A

Our man in black stays out of focus for most of the clip, but from what we can see it seems that this man is dressed in a suit and as we never see Way ever dressed in those types of clothes the whole season I think it’s fair to also vote him off the Island.

Now to our final two candidates, it’s time to analyse some heights baby!!! We are going to use Kenta as a control subject, height wise, for this as he is the most likely of the prison throuple to have had scenes with both the remaining candidates.

So let’s start with Tony, it’s ridiculously difficult to get shots of these two together where Kenta isn’t half a mile behind and throwing off the perspective because of that, but I tried my best.

As you can see from these over the shoulder shots, Tony and Kenta’s eye level looks to be about the same, with them being almost exactly the same height ( Tony being slightly taller at a push). With this shot also confirming that they are very similar in height to each other.

Moving onto Pete, we can see that our baby boys have a bit of a height difference, with Kenta being the shorter of the two. His eyeline whenever talking to Pete is directed upward.

Now let’s head back to the original shot of the mystery man’s back and use our new found knowledge, and attempt to solve this by using the ancient scientific method of drawing lines on pictures.

As Winner isn’t standing at full height I’m disregarding him from the experiment, much like I wish I could disregard him from the narrative completely.

So let’s draw onto our screenshot where Kenta and Dean’s eyeline should land if they were looking at someone that was of similar height to them.

And now let’s draw where their actual eyeline ends up, taking into consideration where our mystery man’s shoulders are to give us a rough estimate of where their eyeline should land if they were looking at his face, which they are.

Now as you can see from my totally foolproof scientific method, both of their eyelines are pointed slightly upward indicating that the person on the other side of the gate is taller than both Kenta and Dean. Now there is only one of our candidates who is taller than Kenta and that leaves us with only on option left… Pete.

I rest my case.

( Also just on the logical side, why would Tony get the man who betrayed him and stabbed him out of jail, like that makes no narrative sense)

#I have half a science degree and I’m not afraid to use it #I will take no constructive criticism at this time #only my Nobel prize #you’re damn right I’ll try and shoehorn in PeteKenta crumbs to the trailer #pit babe the series #pit babe series 2 #meta post #my meta posts

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delightfully-deranged-dagur · 3 months

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TD OCs Redesigns part 2! At long last!

Lulu

This Clown didn't change much in concept but she definitely changed in design.

Previously I already made a more casual look for her when she's not performing, and that became the basis for her redesign. Her old outfit will be repurposed for her performance outfit. Still need to draw that.

Besides that she got a new hairstyle! And a hint of that Pinkie Pie inspired front swirl.

Madileighn

The Influencer had a massive overhaul from her 1st look to her 2nd. The first look I've actually recycled for her mom's design. Who I'll post here eventually.

Anyway Madi got a warmer yellow tone, some bangs and a shorter coat. She's still looking fabulous!

Marlo

The Prankster kept a lot of his original elements. Purple + green colors, curly black hair and a bomb on his clothes.

The hoodie became a jacket. The hair got more sharper in the back and the bomb was moved to his shirt. His shorts and nose kept changing but I finally settled on something I like.

Olive

The Shy Doormat stayed very consistent in design. The clothes just became baggier, the nose changed shape and her colors more muted.

But she still hates the spotlight and is still a lesbian disaster.

Parvati

Immediately, the Mythology Buff became more tomboy-ish. Her features became a lot more sharper and a bit more androgynous.

Her outfit stayed the mostly it just evolved. Less cluttered details. A more eye pleasing color pallette. All changes for the better.

Phoenix

He's a menace this one. Definitely the one that gave me the most trouble redesigning.

Like Parvati I removed a lot of unnecessary details and gave him a more eye pleasing pallette. His skintone got a cooler undertone to better see the line work.

And the big change. His hair. Less knock-off Hobie Brown and more his own person. I'm very thankful for my friend Howai for giving me the idea for locs.

Rachel

Ah Rachel. The Rodeo Star. Who actually started out as a pathetic Heather Wannabe. She became something way different. Now an antagonist more in line with Bowie.

Her design barely changed from V2 to V3. Just changed her bangs direction and gave her abs. Why mess with perfection?

I just realized Rachel gained boots and lost her sandals, while Madileighn lost her boots and gained sandals. Huh. Fun trade-off.

Raheem

The Oblivious Hearth Throb is still as good looking as ever.

Now he gets to take his hair down and really make people swoon. Not that he realizes.

I basically made his outfit more warm weather oriented then cold. Also, he went from green to gray. A more neutral color helps him stand out from the cast.

Sasha

Now if Rachel isn't the one with the least changes. Then it's Sasha. I struck gold with the first design. And she barely changed after that.

The 2 big differences are her hair, from flowing waves to bantu knots. And her concept.

Originally she was a singer going on TD to promote herself. Now she's a nepo-baby who's uncle got her onto the show. She doesn't realize her well connected, rich girl experiences aren't universal.

Tony

Last and certainly never least. The Short-Tempered Greaser.

Tony's outfit barely changed. Just some color adjustments. But his body definitely changed. The 2nd time I designed as someone short and not just shrunk someone down.

The big difference this time is his hair. I love the pompadour+swirl but I wanted something different to differentiate him from how i draw Johnny Spirit. So he got a quaff. I think that's the right word.

Anyway lastly his pose makes his personality more clear. He's cranky and impatient.

Thank you for joining me and listen to me ramble about these guys.

I'm hoping to get the first chapter of my OC season out sometime this year. So stay tuned.

#my art #total drama #total drama island #total drama action : take 2 #total drama oc #oc art #oc lulu #oc Madileighn #oc marlo #oc olive #oc parvati #oc phoenix #oc rachel #oc raheem #oc sasha #oc tony

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Here's some little christmas gifts for some amazing mutuals that have made this year a whole lot more bearable with their amazing content and their amazing interactions and just being amazing in general :']

Long post ahead so divider here to spare your scrolling. (I am also probably gonna get a bit sappy so if that makes you cringe: you've been warned lol)

@lilbitofmac Thank you for being my introduction to the fandom here on tumblr :'''D I really think I wouldn't have stuck around if it weren't for your initial warmth and encouragement. Your Tony remains my fave Tony I go feral over your art orz I may or may not have the clingy ironstrange drawing as a phone wallpaper-

Hope next year is kinder on you man! I know we don't really talk outside of tags/replies, but if you ever need smthn I can help with my inbox is always there.

@strxngetimes I'm just tagging this one blog because I don't want to spam all your other blogs lmao. Thank you for sharing your interpretations of the characters with us, not only the rps with other muses but also the headcanons and brainrot. It's always such a pleasure both to see you on the timeline writing with other muses and on the inbox with the disaster man.

I specially like how you include his Cloak in the mix and give it a personality- I absolutely adore the Cloak :'') So here's it being all clingy to the disaster man. Hope to see more of you having fun with all ur muses in the coming year :D

@starkkawajiri Pretty art!! Hilarious and heart wrenching character interactions!!! I love your designs and lore building so much. Fanboying over the same disaster man and making him suffer always brings a smile to my face. I've wanted to draw your Strange for a while now, so this was also the perfect excuse, I love him so much you have no idea-

Can't wait to see more of your amazing designs and lore stuff for this AU! (and anything else you create next year :])

@nekojetto I think your Strange is the purest Strange there is and the fact that it's based off Supreme makes that so much more impressive. Your animatics are simply breath taking, and whenever I go back to check your concepts and sketches for character interactions I always get a smile on my face :D

I'm sorry I haven't gotten to the collab just yet :'') Plz know I still have it in mind, haven't forgotten about it and am still just as excited to finally get to it as I was the first day!

@infiniteeight8 Your words make me cry and laugh so much all the time :'') You write the disaster men so beautifully both in serious, fluffy, angsty and funny situations. Reading ur stuff keeps the creative juices flowing!

I remember you liked the vampire Stephen prompt you were sent, so here's some of that, even if it's more halloween-y than christmas-y.

#mac I wasn't entirely sure on how to draw you but I saw u using Liam Hemsworth and Jensen Ackles so I went with them for refs #hope that's alright :']#Archer I wanted to draw more of ur muses but time got the best of me :''') plz know I adore how you write all of them #you really make their characters justice hhhh

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abimess · 1 year

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Summary: Meeting the perfect woman at a party has three complications: 1) you're married; 2) she's your student; 3) she’s too good to let go.

Word count: 7.648 || Pronouns: she/her

Warnings: (a lot of) smut [18+ only!], alcohol

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You got to the party a few minutes before the time you scheduled with Tony, and the place was already crowded. The loud music pounding on the speakers and the smell of alcohol and smoke did nothing to encourage you to enter that hell of a place. But you remember your brother’s convincing - or rather, annoying - arguments, and you sigh softly, putting your hands in the pants pockets of your red suit as you walk in.

“You need to have some fun, man, you look like you were hit by a car.” The man had said the other day, laughing softly, and you left out the fact that you’ve been quite unable to sleep or eat properly as you told him you were just busy with work. The argument was of no use, of course, since Tony insisted it was just another reason to celebrate, since you finally got the job you wanted for so long.

Xavier Institute is the most respected art college in the country and one of the best in the world. Working there has been a dream of yours since you graduated, and Tony, who has known you forever and kept track of all your efforts, insisted that you celebrate the realization of this dream together.

But you looked for the man everywhere and found no sign of him. You think about going home, but you've already gone through all the work of getting here and the effort of coming up with a costume. So you sigh softly, and make your way to the bar to get yourself something to drink, checking your phone to see if you got any text from your brother but finding no notifications at all.

As you wait for your drink by the bar, you try to fit as comfortably as possible into the cluster of people around the counter, and the pair beside you catches your attention. The first one that draws your attention is the girl. She wears a set of tight-fitting dark red clothes - pants and a long-sleeved blouse - with several black details and runes drawn on them, covered by a half-skirt of the same color. Her dark hair is covered with an orange dye made not to last long, and the wavy locks are held by some sort of crown that goes all the way down to her cheekbones, accentuating them. And she's absolutely breathtaking.

As for the other person, it’s a guy dressed up in a lazy attempt at a Michael Myers costume, with a faded gray jumpsuit, a generic white mask, and his hair thrown back with exorbitant amounts of gel. The boy holds a plastic knife in one hand, using the other to lean on the bar counter, approaching the girl as he talks on and on. It's not hard to deduce from her body language that he's bothering her, and her annoyed expression behind the tight smile lets you know he's been doing it for quite some time.

“I think everyone liked you better when you didn't talk.” Your comment takes not only the two strangers by surprise, but also yourself. Maybe what they say is true, maybe dressing up as something or someone you’re not really changes you - or rather, makes you feel comfortable enough to be who you really are. In any case, you keep your posture unfazed, playing with your glass between your fingers.

“And who are you anyway?” The Michael Myers dude asks, his tone as annoyed as his stance. “Just someone who can read the room.” You answer calmly as you shrug your shoulders, signing to the girl in between you and him as you say, “she's clearly bothered by your presence, buddy, so why don’t you just leave the girl alone?”

The man turns his mask-covered face to the girl then, but she just keeps her eyes forward, the small smirk at the corner of her lips being the only indication that she’s listening to the conversation. So he grumbles disgruntledly, stomping away like a spoiled child.

“Thanks for that.” Says the girl when the boy is away, turning her body slightly to face you. “Not needed but appreciated.” She adds with a raised eyebrow, to make sure you know she’s no damsel in distress, and you smile, nodding slightly. “Oh, trust me, he was bothering me too.” You say as you take a sip of your drink, watching her look at you in a mixture of curiosity and confusion as the citric drink slides down your throat. “I was trying to build up the courage to talk to you when he showed up.”

“Is that so?” The girl asks in an amused tone, her smirk growing as she leans her elbow on the counter, her hand supporting the side of her face as she eyes you intently. “Yeah…” You confirm, admiring the black nail polish on her neatly done fingernails. “It's been a while since I've done the whole flirting thing, especially with a woman as beautiful as you.” You risk it and the girl scrunches her nose before she says, humorously, “a bit rusty.”

“Very rusty.” You add with a grimace, making the girl giggle as you take a long sip of your drink. “I’m sorry.” You grumble as you shake your head, a bit embarrassed, and miss the way the stranger smiles sweetly at you. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” Her comment makes you look back at her again, and your eyes fall to her lips as she bites them in a smile.

“I’m Y/n.” You introduce yourself with an easy smile, offering her your hand. “Wanda.” She tells as she holds your hand with her smooth one, and you let out a hum of satisfaction at the beautiful name. “Oh, Princess Wanda, daughter of the founder of Kraków, Poland.”

“I didn’t know that.” Wanda says with an amused smile, taking a sip of her drink, holding her glass with her featherlike fingers that were previously on yours. “I know a thing or two.” You comment with a playful shrug, making her giggle softly. “It’s a pretty name. You’re from Poland?”

“Sokovia.” She corrects you, and you click your tongue, grimacing slightly at your own mistake. “Close.” You murmur behind the rim of your glass, and Wanda watches you intently, taking a sip of her drink. “Very smart for a devil.” She jokes about your costume - red suit and dark makeup -, and you let out a short laugh before shaking your head. “Oh no, I’m not a devil. Too overrated. I’m just a demon.”

“What kind of demon?” Wanda asks with a raised eyebrow, and you smirk as you shrug your shoulders. “I guess you’ll have to find out.” Your comment makes her smirk back at you, taking her glass to her red lips and finishing it in one sip, and you waste no time in offering, “can I buy you a drink, Wanda?”

“Only if you’ll dance with me after it.” Her answer is quick and provoking, and you smile with satisfaction as you agree. “Deal.”

And then you buy yourselves another round of drinks, and you keep the conversation going with such an ease that surprises the two of you. As the talk goes on, you realize Wanda is smart and funny and the more time you spend with her, the closer you want to get to her. She doesn’t seem bothered by your approaches in the slightest, smirking at all the excuses you find to touch her body.

When the new set of drinks is finished, she grabs you by the hand to take you to the dance floor, so energetically commenting on how she loves the song that’s currently playing, and you giggle softly as you intertwine your fingers with hers. Wanda doesn’t let go of your hand once you get there. In fact, she uses it to pull you even closer to her.

You’re not much of a dancer, honestly, but you let the alcohol in your system move your body to the rhythm of the music. Wanda is not shy about pressing her body on yours, fitting her ass on your front as she dances to the music. So you let your hands roam her body boldly, feeling your skin tingle with every sound you draw from her.

At some point she turns to you again, her face so close to yours that your noses are brushing, and her pupils are so dilated you can barely see the green of her eyes anymore. So you allow the adrenaline and lust to take over you, and you press your lips to hers firmly, your hands on the sides of her face to pull her close. Wanda whimpers in surprise, holding the front of your shirt tightly as she matches the kiss just as eagerly, pulling you closer.

With your hand on the back of her neck, you take the other to her waist, deepening the kiss and sliding your tongue against hers with intent. The girl moans helplessly against your mouth, feeling her knees buckle as you dominate her with such ease, her hands moving to your shoulders looking for some kind of support.

When air is needed, you move your kisses to her jaw and neck, sucking on her skin and smoothing it with your tongue. Wanda shudders with every touch, moving one of her hands to your hair, gripping it tightly to encourage you to keep going, her whimpers and sighs against your ear almost muffled by the loud music.

Pushing your body forwards, you move together until her back hits the nearest wall, your torso pressed to hers even closer now. Moving your face up again, your mouth meets hers again in a kiss so hungry that Wanda’s head spins, her entire body surrendering to you as she kisses you back.

With one hand firmly on her waist, you take the other to her thigh, pulling her leg up to your hip and setting your thigh in between hers. The girl whimpers against your lips at the sudden pressure, her hips jerking down to press her center even further to yours, one of her hands on your neck as the other holds your arm for stability.

Wanda keeps moving her hips against you, looking for some friction to help her ease the aching in her core. To assist her, you tense up the muscle in your thigh, sucking her tongue as she moans against your mouth. Her warmth against your leg grows to the point of almost burning your leg underneath your suit, and you would’ve taken her for yourself right then and there if at that moment someone hadn't bumped into you, reminding you that you were in the middle of a party surrounded by hundreds of people.

You slow down the kiss, both of your hands on her waist as you pull your leg away. Wanda whimpers slightly, displeased by the lack, so you smile softly as you move your face away from her. The smile falters, however, when you open your eyes again and see her lips puffy from kissing so hard, and her eyes locked on yours with such desire that it’s hard to remember why you ever stopped in the first place.

“My apartment is close by.” She comments as she moves closer, keeping her lips so close to yours that they brush as she speaks. “Lead the way.” You request as you move your hands down and squeeze her ass harshly, pressing her further against you. Wanda grunts at the delicious pain, taking your lower lip between her teeth and pulling it harshly, to the point of stinging. You hiss softly, but before you could kiss her again, she’s pulling away, and holding your hand to guide you out of the crowded party.

The air outside is as cold as it can be for that time of the night, but both your bodies are so warm you barely notice it. As Wanda asks for a lift on an app on her phone, you’re busy giving her a hard time, fitting your body behind hers and moving her hair to the side so you can have free access to her neck. The girl complains about not being able to focus, but you just keep kissing her skin underneath her ear, smiling as you hear her sigh.

With the ride on its way, Wanda teases you back by pushing her ass against your center, smirking as she feels you groaning against her skin. In response, you spin her by the waist, and kiss her lips with such intent that soon her legs are giving in again. You keep your mouth on hers until the car arrives, and the two of you get in the backseat with puffy lips and messy clothes.

Wanda can’t wait for the car to arrive to give wet kisses and nibbles on your neck, and you can’t wait for her to open the front door to press her body against yours, your teeth on her earlobe and your hands on her hips. But as soon as all that is done, her mouth is back on yours, devouring each other as if that was the last meal you would ever have.

You press her against the door as soon as you’re inside the apartment, your leg back in between hers as your mouth finds her once more. Wanda sighs against your lips, moving her fingers to the front of your body, unbuttoning your shirt before she’s even taken off your suit jacket. But as soon as she’s done, she pushes it all at once down your shoulders, and you let your garments slide to the ground as you move your kisses to her jaw.

With your hands back on hers, you pull her up by the thighs, her legs wrapping around your waist at the same instant. Moving your fingers down to the sides of her body, you loosen the claps that kept her skirt secured around her hips, letting the item fall to the ground as you hold her tight, walking with her around the apartment.

Wanda tries to guide you as best as she can with your mouth on her neck and her hands on your bare back. But the two of you manage to get to her bedroom - some bumping into furniture and stopping against walls later -, and you lay her on the mattress as soon as you get there.

Her pants are what you take off first, and Wanda moves her feet to get free of her boots before the piece of clothing reaches her ankles. On your knees facing her, your mouth water at the sight of her bare legs, a red underwear covering her center. You take your time kissing the soft skin of her inner thighs, hearing her sigh as you approach her core, her legs pulling apart instinctively.

But before you reach your destination, Wanda places her fingers under your chin, pulling you up so she can kiss you again. With your hands on her hips, you pull her closer, kissing her hungrily as your fingers venture underneath her blouse, pulling the fabric as your hands slide up her back.

The girl moves her face away from yours so she can get rid of the garment, tossing it somewhere on the floor along with the rest of the clothes. It's hard to take your eyes off her breasts covered by nothing but a red lace bra, and Wanda bites her lower lip in a smile as she watches your hungry gaze on her, moving her hands to the front of your pants.

Her fingers work on your belt with such ease that you only realize what she’s done when she throws the item on the bedroom floor, her hands returning to your pants to unbutton them. As you stand up again to get rid of your pants, Wanda lies down, leaning on her elbows, and the sight makes the knot below your belly grow tighter.

As you lie on top of her, your body fitting into hers perfectly, Wanda takes her hands to your back, her legs wrapping around your waist as her fingertips slide against your skin. You barely have time to kiss her again, because soon the woman is pulling your sports top up, and you have to move away to pass it through your head.

Not wanting to be left behind, you move your lips to her jaw, your fingers finding the clasp of her bra and undoing it with one move. Wanda’s hands let go of you as she takes the item off, and you’re unable to resist the temptation to pull away to look at her, gasping softly at the sight of her naked torso underneath you. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

Wanda’s cheeks get rosier underneath her heavy makeup, smiling softly as she pulls you down again to slide her tongue on yours. Holding her by the waist, you fit your knee in between her legs, making her moan against your mouth, instantly starting to move her hips against you in search of some friction.

Deciding you’ve been too long without tasting more of her, you move your kisses down, leaving purple marks on every piece of skin you can find, her whimpers filling the room as you make each one of them. Wanda’s back arches against yours as your lips wrap around her nipple, licking and sucking until it stiffens inside your mouth.

Her hands move to your hair, gripping it and keeping you exactly where she wants you to be. Pressing your leg harder against her, you take your mouth to her other breast, giving it equal attention, smirking as you feel her wetness growing on your bare thigh. It doesn’t take long for her to grow impatient, pushing your head down, and it takes even less for you to obey, leaving a trail of wet kisses down her stomach.

When you reach her lower part, you hold her legs open for you, your eyes locked on hers as you lean down, watching her biting her lips harshly in anticipation as you kiss her center covered by the thin red fabric, her taste and scent making you roll your eyes as you grunt in satisfaction. The vibration makes Wanda whimper lowly, closing her eyes for a second, and you’re sure you’ve never seen a sight as beautiful as this one.

Wrapping your fingers around her panties, you pull them down until it slides down her legs, and make your way back up to her center as you place soft kisses along her inner thighs. Wanda’s breath hitches as you bite her skin tightly, and a loud moan rips out of her throat as you sink your face into her, your tongue savoring her pussy hungrily and collecting her juices.

As you suck her clit expertly, Wanda’s hand takes a hold of your hair, keeping your mouth exactly where she wants it to be, as the other one grips the sheets tightly. You slide your tongue along her folds, her sweet taste making your palate tingle, your core throbbing.

“Oh, yeah- fuck, don’t stop.” She lets out in between moans and whimpers, the grip on your head getting tighter as you sink your tongue inside her, your nose brushing against her clit making her see stars behind her closed eyelids. You had no intention of stopping anyways, eating her out as if your life depends on it, devouring her with everything you have.

You hold her thighs open for you as her body begins to shake, her orgasm approaching her as her moans become louder. You keep your movements steady, guiding her through her high as her back arches, her cum dripping down your chin as she thrusts her hips forwards.

Her hand makes a bit of pressure against your head, asking you to stop. But even then you don’t pull away, licking her clean, her juices running down your throat and making you feel complete. “Y/n, please-ah.” She hisses at the overstimulation, but you slide the tip of your tongue on her clit lightly.

It doesn't take long for Wanda to be ready for another, her hips jerking against you as her hand tightens on your hair again. This time, you wrap your tongue around her clit, thrusting two fingers inside her without warning, making her scream at the delicious intrusion, her walls pounding against your digits.

“Oh, fuck, so good. I’m gonna-” Her second orgasm gets to her much faster, and before the words even come out she’s squirming against your touch, her walls clenching around your fingers and her cum dripping onto the sheets. “P-please, it’s too much.” She begs in a whiny voice, her hand weekly trying to pull you away from her throbbing pussy.

But this time you obey, slowly making your way back up to her, your mouth kissing her body as she tries to regain the rhythm of her breathing. You kiss her as soon as you reach her, your tongue sliding sensually against hers and making her shudder, a low moan escaping her as she tastes herself in your mouth.

When air is needed, you move your lips to her neck. But they don’t stay there for long, because soon Wanda is placing her hands on your shoulders, and reversing your positions on the bed. “It’s my turn now.” She says huskily against your lips, and you smirk as she kisses you again, far from being opposed to it.

As she fits more comfortably on top of you, her core fits perfectly against your own, a moan leaving your lips as you grab her waist on reflex. Wanda smirks against your mouth, moving her hip experimentally and shuddering when you whimper for more, trapping your lip in between her teeth.

She pulls away from you just to remove your underwear - at this point completely soaked -, and soon is back to her original position, pressing her pussy against yours, ripping moans from the both of you in the process. Your whole body warms up as she starts to rub against you, your juices mixing with hers and providing the perfect friction.

You hold her hips to help her guide her movements, her legs growing shaky as she starts to move faster. The scene as a whole takes you to cloud nine, Wanda’s breasts bouncing as she rubs herself against you, her mouth half-open as she moans, her eyes ajar. You wanted to get up and take one of her rosy nipples inside your mouth, but her hands on your stomach keep you in place, her nails digging into your skin.

She reaches her high a second after you do, your moans filling the room as your cums mix together. When she can’t take it anymore, Wanda collapses against you, her face hidden in the crook of your neck as her arm wraps around your middle, her breathing completely out of rhythm. You run your hands down her back soothingly, and not long after she’s lifting her head again, and kissing you slowly enough to send a chill down your spine.

A smirk makes its way to her lips as your hand squeezes her ass, and you take no time in reversing your positions again, desperate to taste her once more.

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You wake up to an empty bed, but the frown only remains on your face until you find a folded towel on the end of the mattress, along with a set of clothes and a note that says “meet me in the kitchen when you’re done xoxo.” With a groan, you stand up, but instead of the clothes Wanda saved for you, you collect your own - now placed in a pile on the chair in front of Wanda's desk.

Before going to the bathroom, a set of picture frames catches your attention. In one of them, you see Wanda and a boy about her age, his hair platinum, sitting on what seems to be a long grassy field. On another, you see her with the same boy, accompanied by an older man, the three of them sitting on a brown couch. The last picture of the three makes you laugh through your nose as you see Wanda and two other girls making funny faces for the photo at what looks like a New Year's Eve party.

You imagine those are her family and friends, and you can’t help but smile at her in all of them, enamored with her beauty in absolutely all those settings. But you shake your head to keep the thoughts and the sleep away, holding your clothes against your body as you move to her bathroom.

Some minutes later, you’re back in your suit and entering the kitchen, smiling at Wanda’s figure with her back at you, stirring something on the stove, her body covered by only a long sweater. Her damp hair is now in its natural brown, like the ones you'd seen in the photographs in her room. And as all the other times you’ve seen her until now, breathtaking.

“Morning.” You say as you wrap your hands around her waist, kissing her shoulder. “Morning.” Wanda says back with an easy smile that fades away when she spins on her heels to face you. “You’re not wearing the clothes I sorted for you.” Her eyes go down on your figure for half a second, figuring you're already leaving, and you have to hold back a smile at her disappointed frown.

“I can’t stay for long, I'm waiting for the moving truck to deliver this morning.” You explain, apologetically, and Wanda nods slowly in understanding. “Will you have breakfast with me at least?” The brunette asks with puppy dog eyes, and you’d have been unable to say no to her anyways. “Of course.” The grin she offers you is blinding before she leans forward, and you let out a giggle as you kiss her back.

You help her set the table and finish the food she was making before you eat together, the entire process surrounded by light conversation or just some comfortable silence. You exchange smiles every time your eyes meet, and Wanda tries to stop herself from creating so many expectations with this stranger she met at a party.

She knows she shouldn’t. This was most likely just a one-night stand, as it was supposed to be. But there was something about you that she wanted to know more of, to keep closer. Anyhow, she’d obviously not tell you any of that, keeping on with the casual conversation until the breakfast ends.

“You don’t have to-” She starts when she sees you washing the dishes, but you pull a dismissive face. “It’s okay, I still have some time.” You assure her with your hands already covered in soap, smiling when she still looks uncertain, “I insist.” She smiles in gratitude, kissing your lips softly before moving around the kitchen to put everything back in its place.

“Thank you.” The brunette says when everything is done, wrapping her arms around your shoulders after you’ve wiped your hands on the dishcloth. “No problem.” You assure before kissing her softly, feeling her smile against your lips. The kiss soon grows deeper, your tongue meeting hers as you press her against the kitchen counter.

“I thought you had to leave.” Wanda teases as you move your mouth to her neck, biting her lip tightly when you bite her sensitive skin over the mark you’ve made last night. “I do but you’re so fucking irresistible.” You groan against her skin, feeling her neck vibrating as she chuckles.

Before the brunette can even process, you’re already on your knees, sinking your face in between her legs in kissing her center covered by a new piece of underwear. “Y/n, what-” Her question is cut short by a moan as you move the fabric to the side, sliding your tongue along her folds, already soaked from you kissing her like that a moment ago.

“Oh, fuck.” Wanda’s hands find the marble for support as you eat her out, her knuckles getting whiter as her legs grow weaker. But you hold her up, a leg over your shoulder, as you suck her clit, tasting her on your tongue. Soon one of the brunette’s hands leaves the counter to grip your hair tightly, making you groan against her pussy.

The vibration is enough to send her over the edge, spilling her juices on your mouth as her moans escape her throat, the sounds muffled to you by her thighs squeezing your head. When she’s sure she can’t take it anymore, Wanda pushes your head lightly, her stomach twisting with desire as she watches you come back to your feet, wiping the corner of your mouth with your thumb, a smirk on your lips.

“Let me return the favor.” She requests with her lips brushing against yours, her hands on the collar of your blouse. “Hmm maybe some other time, I really gotta go now.” You say with your hands on her waist, but Wanda is already moving her lips down to your jaw, taking your earlobe in between her teeth and making you shudder. “Fuck, you’re not helping.”

“I have no intention of helping.” She chuckles mischievously against your neck, and you have to muster all your strength to pull away. “I have to go.” You insist, and the only thing bringing comfort to Wanda now is that you sound as disappointed about it as she is. So she nods in understanding, and offers to walk you to the door.

“I left my phone number on your nightstand.” You let her know when you’re already on the other side of the door, holding back a smile when you see her sketching an eager one. “I’ll call you.” The brunette promises as she leans against the open door, and you can’t stop yourself from smiling this time. “I’ll be waiting.”

Wanda lets out a giggle at your response, so cute that you can’t stop yourself from moving closer to her again and kissing her hard. The brunette laughs softly against your mouth as she matches the kiss, but before she’d like, you’re pulling away again and saying goodbye for good this time. And Wanda watches you walk away until you disappear into the elevator.

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"And this is your office." Says the redhead as she walks you into the hugest room you've ever worked in, and you try not to feel so small there. "You'll get used to the space, honestly, some of us even manage to fill them with crap." She jokes as she sees your wide-eyed expression, and you let out a laugh as you nod in understanding.

After the weekend of the party, it was all about going back to the real world. Moving to Westview was exhausting and with every little thing that went wrong, you found yourself thinking maybe you should've left part of your belongings in New York. Your entire family still lives there anyways, it's not like you wouldn't have someone to keep an eye on your stuff for you. Besides, settling into a new job was always a challenge and the amount of bureaucracy got your head pounding every time.

Luckily for you, Tony - who had come to spend a few days in Westview to help you out with your moving - was by your side to give you support and the company you needed, even if he kept teasing you about your secret one-night stand.

"We don't have to talk about it, Tony, please, just let this go." You grumbled when the arguments about him abandoning you - because he was too busy sleeping with the cop that had stopped him that night - didn't work anymore, and your brother chuckled to himself before helping you empty yet another box.

And speaking of the brunette, it's been four days and Wanda hasn't called or texted. It's fine, you think to yourself. Maybe it's better that way. You already had too many things going on in your life, you could run away from trouble. At least that's what you repeated in your head every time you checked your phone and saw nothing.

"It's great. Thank you, Professor Romanoff." You say with a polite smile towards the redhead, who offers you a playful one in return. "Oh, please, there's no need for formalities, Natalia is just fine." She comments, waving her hands, and you let out a somewhat embarrassed giggle before telling her she could do the same.

After that, you and the Russian Professor chat some more, and she only leaves many minutes later - not before assuring you a few times that you could come to her if you needed anything, which made you smile with slightly rosy cheeks. And, finally alone, you busy yourself putting your new office together.

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Wanda saved your number on her phone the very moment she found the paper laying on her nightstand - smiling a silly smile as she saw the signature “from your daemon” under it.

But she only has the guts to text you on Friday, after some annoying insistence from her best friends, Kate and Yelena. She apologized for taking so long, but didn't explain the reason for the delay was that she was panicking too hard when she asked if you'd like to do something on Saturday - because Yelena had been too energetic on how she should ask you out at once.

And although you said you were happy she texted, you apologized for not being able to see her that Saturday, since you were still busy with the moving and adjusting to your new job. Still, you asked her out for the other weekend, and even though the brunette was upset she wouldn't get to see you as soon as she expected, she agreed to the date with a smiling emoji.

But it's still Tuesday and Wanda would have to wait another four days to see you again. At least classes were distracting enough, she thought to herself as she walked through the university corridors, listening to a story Yelena was telling about one of the times she went to visit her parents on their farm that was making Kate’s eyes water from laughing so hard.

"Oh my god, she's here." The brunette cuts her friend off as soon as they walk into the classroom, her eyes widening as she sees the one she least expected to see, you. With your face in profile to the door, checking some papers on your desk and wearing a blue sweater with the sleeves rolled up and beige pants, with prescription glasses on your face that Wanda didn't even know you needed. And you looked even more charming than you did that night at the party.

"Where?" Kate and Yelena ask at the same time - at this point they don’t even have to ask since all Wanda talks about these days is you-, their eyes running with curiosity among the few students that were already in the classroom. But Wanda just tapped Kate’s arm - who was closest to her -, unable to say or do anything other than that. Not long after, the two girls follow the glazed eyes of their friend towards the desk in the front of the room. "The Professor?!"

"Shut up!" The brunette finally moves, holding Yelena’s arm for her to speak quieter, and the blonde makes an apologetic grimace before taking her eyes to you again. "My God, how old is she?" Kate asks with amusement and furrowed brows, and Wanda crosses her arms in front of her body, moving her feet so she’s with her back turned to you. "She's not much older than us." The brunette answers, but noticing her friends still have their eyes on you, she sighs impatiently. “And stop staring!”

"Go talk to her." Yelena suggests when she looks back at Wanda - not before exchanging an amused glance with Kate. "Are you kidding me? I can't just go there and talk to her!" The brunette argues matter-of-factly, but the blonde has an equally disbelieving expression as she answers. "Are you kidding me? A few nights ago she had her mouth on yo-"

"Yelena!" Wanda talks over her friend with cheeks on fire, looking around to see if any of her classmates - or worse, you - had heard the conversation. But everyone seems busy enough with their own interaction and activities to pay attention to what she and her friends were talking about, so the brunette sighs tiredly, ignoring the other two girls’ laughter to say, "Come on, let's sit down."

Wanda can’t help but glance at you as they look for a place to sit, her heart stopping for a second every time you make the tiniest movement and she thinks your eyes will finally meet hers. But they never do, and the brunette is left to wonder what you would do if you spotted her in the middle of the room. Would you be shocked to see her as much as she was? Would you care? Would you wave at her? Ignore her completely?

"What's her name again?" Kate asks when they’re all finally seated - not on the first rolls but also not so far in the back -, waking Wanda up from her thoughts. “Did you really not memorize it after Wanda talked about her a thousand times?” Yelena hits back with humor, but the brunette just ignores her friends with her cheeks slightly warm, busing herself with taking her stuff out of her bag. "Y/n."

"Last name?" Kate asks again, typing something on her phone. And this time Wanda freezes for a heartbeat of a second, her eyebrows furrowing slightly. "I don't know."

"Dude, you took her to our place and you don't even know her full name?" Yelena asks with raised eyebrows, earning from Wanda an embarrassed shrug of her shoulders. "Brave." The brunette jokes with a snort and Kate is not late to retort, "I think the word you're looking for is horny."

"Good afternoon, class." You’re speaking before Wanda can tell her friends to fuck off, and the brunette’s attention is immediately completely on the front of the class. "I'm Y/n Stark and I'll be your professor on the History of Arts." You introduce yourself as your eyes scan the room, trying to memorize the students' faces, until they finally rest on her.

Wanda holds her breath as your face changes to something she interprets as astonishment. But soon there’s a small, discreet smile on your lips that fades away as you go back to looking around. A smile that belongs only to her, she thinks, and the redness goes back to her cheeks as she looks down, missing the way Yelena and Kate exchanged knowing glances from their seats.

"I know that Professor Frigga had already structured the semester with you before her retirement, but I will show you some changes that I intend to make. But, before we get there, any questions?" You go back to talking, looking around for any raised hands. Wanda has, indeed, a lot of questions. Not a single one she can make right now, however, so she keeps her arm down, her eyes locked on your figure.

"Uh, Wands…" Kate calls out lowly enough for only her to be able to hear, her eyes on her phone. The brunette turns her face to her friend discreetly, frowning as she sees the weird expression she makes. "Professor Stark?" A boy she doesn’t know speaks before she can, and her eyes are drawn back to the front of the room with curiosity.

"Yes, Mr…?" You ask, dragging out your last word for the boy to complete. "Mr. Morales." The boy says, lowering his hand as you nod your head in understanding, encouraging him to continue. "Is it true you're married to Carol Danvers?" The question triggers several murmurs around the classroom - now nearly full -, but Wanda can barely listen to anything, her face going pale as she stares at you.

You’re married? No, you can’t be married. That’s impossible. Not after that night at that party. Not after all the things you’ve done together-

"Uh, yes.” Your voice speaks louder than the thoughts inside her head, and Wanda can’t help but let out a disbelieving gasp. Your eyes meet hers for half a second as you speak, but the brunette turns her face away immediately, locking them on the empty page of her opened notebook. “Yes, it's true, Mr. Morales, but I think it's best if we let personal matters aside during our classes, yes?" You end the discussion - which doesn’t help much with the muttering and whispering -, before turning to the board. "So, as I was saying…"

You go on with the class, but Wanda is unable to pay attention to a single thing, her head and heart competing to see who races faster. How could you do that to her? You never said a thing, you weren’t even wearing a ring. Did you have a ring? She’s sure you weren’t wearing any. But you run your fingers through your hair now, and the golden piece shines under the strong lights of the room, making her stomach turn. She still couldn’t believe it.

"Who's Carol Danvers?" The question escapes her mouth before she can hold it back, shifting her hurt gaze between her friends. "How the hell you don't know who Carol Danvers is?" Yelena speaks first, her eyebrows raised in disbelief, but the brunette ignores her completely as she watches Kate googling something on her phone. "She's the Captain of the U.S. Football League."

"The best player of the season." Yelena adds with excitement that soon turns to embarrassment as Wanda glares at her. "Sorry." The blonde mumbles with her arms crossed, but the brunette says no more, leaning to her side when Kate shows her her phone. There, Wanda can see a few pictures of the two of you, both at events and in paparazzi photos. And you look happy, smiling and holding hands, sharing hugs in some of them. When a specific picture of the two of you kissing, the brunette looks away, letting out a long sigh as her eyes return to you.

She wasn’t sure how exactly she was feeling about it all. But as the minutes dragged by, her hurt was being replaced by anger, until the point her jaw was locked so tightly her teeth could crack at any moment now, her arms tightly crossed and, if looks could kill, you’d be lying dead on the floor. And she’s sure you noticed, because you only dared to look at her a few times, soon looking away until your eyes never found hers again.

When the class came to an end, Wanda was the first to stand up, striding to your desk with her hand holding the strap of her bag. Yelena and Kate exchange worried - and somewhat curious - glances, but they decide to give their friend the moment she needs with you, so they walk to the door along with the rest of the students, glancing at their friend as she makes her way to you.

“Professor Stark, can I speak to you for a second?” Wanda’s voice sounds by your side as you put your belongings back in your messenger bag, and your stomach sinks for a moment, your heart beating faster. But you don’t look up at her, taking your eyes to your wristwatch instead. “I’m sorry, Miss Maximoff, but I have another class in ten minutes and-”

“Y/n.” The brunette interrupts you through gritted teeth, her eyes burning the side of your face. So you sigh softly in surrender, finally looking up at her. She looks as beautiful as she does in your memory, the marks on her neck that she’s failed to cover up completely making your insides turn conflictingly. But she looks so hurt you can’t stare at her for too long, averting your gaze to the door before bringing it back to her again.

“Yes?” You ask in a low voice, the silence growing between you as the students leave the room and Wanda tries to figure out what to say next. “You lied to me.” That’s what she decides on, her eyes watering with hurt. “Technically, I never said I wasn’t married.” You say in a failed attempt to lighten the mood, earning yourself a disbelieving laugh.

“You used me.” She stresses the word, hurt dripping down her tone as she sniffles back her angry tears. “I trusted you. I thought…” Her voice dies down as she lets out another laugh completely devoid of humor, looking away from you. “You thought what?” You ask with a bit of expectation that shouldn’t even be there in the first place, your brows furrowed.

“Never mind, it’s stupid.” That’s her answer as she turns her back on you, making her way to the door. “Wanda, wait.” You call out as you pick up the pace, placing yourself in front of her to stop her from leaving. And although she does, she looks down at the ground, and you feel your mouth going dry, your heart pounding in your ears. “It doesn’t have to be a one-time thing.”

“What, you wanna fuck me when you’re too bored of fucking your wife?” The brunette hits back angrily, taking a defiant step toward you. You take a step back, shaking your head eagerly. “It’s not-”

“Fuck you, professor.” Wanda interrupts you with her teeth gritted and her eyes watery. She sidesteps you, her shoulder slamming into yours roughly. And this time, when she makes her way to the door, you don’t stop her.

Part 2

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