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yesterday while feverish i wrote about how boats can moor next to each other like pigeons, cooing with the gentle rap of water against their hull. you once said that that the way i see things - birds in the water, feathers in marina paint - was "childish and naive." you said i'd been misdiagnosed - "it can't all be adhd. you might be just kind of stupid and lazy."
i still do certain things like how you taught me - turn the pillow case inside out before putting it on. drive defensively. hate myself entirely.
the prompt for this poem is "mahler's fifth." i wish it wasn't, but mahler's fifth was our song. it ended up in my book. every person that knows your name has promised me they'll give you one swift rabbit punch, right to the face. dean read the book and showed up on my front porch, drenched in sweat from running the 8 miles at 4 in the morning. he was shaking. pacifist and gentle - he works with children - i'd never seen him furious. a punch isn't going to do it, he said, and then said i'm sorry. i had to come to see if you were okay.
mahler's fifth was mine first, like my girlhood. i like the way each movement piles onto the next movement, each instrument bleeding into the next. i like the horn version the best. before i met you, i danced to it on grass still-wet from sprinklers.
later you would tell me that the way you heard it was somehow better. you understood something in it that i couldn't quite wrap my fingers into. once, on our anniversary, you asked the classical music radio station to play it for us. we missed hearing it because we were fighting. one of the things people get wrong about abuse is that sometimes victims are, like, brutally aware of the stupidity of our situation. what do you mean that you thought i wasn't good enough for you? you? you're just... nothing.
sometimes people can pull the poetry out of your life. i watched my words become clothesline, and then thin out into kite twine. i watched you chew through every good syllable of me. so many good songs and places and moments were ruined. i am glad you didn't like most of my music - less to tie back to you.
but still mahler's fifth. the music swells, and i am 21 and throwing up in a bathroom on my birthday. a woman i will later refer to as lesbian jesus runs a cool hand down my back, her perfect pantsuit starch-pressed. she told me to leave you. she said - and this is true, and not an invention of rhyme or fantasy - i'm you from the future.
i am 22, and i got home from an award ceremony, and i remember you telling me - you act so proud of yourself when you're actually so fucking embarrassing. i took you to disney world. you took my virginity. i gave up visiting spain for a week with my family - i instead choose you, to spend the time just-cuddling. you called it "our fuck week." the music swells. it probably should have been a red flag that for about 3 years - i just gave up on crying. my grandfather died and you said nothing. my uncle died and you ghosted me for 3 weeks. you said i need to protect myself from your ongoing tragedy.
every so often i come back to the memory of one of our last afternoons in person. i had just told you that i wasn't going to law school, despite the free ride - i was going to join a creative writing program. master's in fine arts. i was going to finally do it - i was going to follow my dreams. this blog was already internet-famous. however reluctantly, i would occasionally refer to myself as a poet. i got into umass amherst's writing program for fiction authors. it is one of the the top 5 programs in the country.
wait are you seriously considering actually attending that? dumbfounded, you turned completely towards me in your seat. for the 3rd time in our relationship, you almost crashed the car. you actually want to be a writer?
the first time i went viral, it was for a poem i wrote about you:
he wants to say i love you
but keeps it to goodnight
because love will take some falling
and she's afraid of heights.
every time i see that, i want to throw up. you weren't in love with me, you were in love with the control you had over me. a little truth though: i am afraid of heights. you caught a rabbitgirl and skinned her alive.
mahler's fifth still makes me sick.
give me that back. give me back music. give me back everything i had before you. give me back fearlessness. give me back bravery. give me back a scarless body.
give me back what you took from me.
#nosebleed club#sorry stephen not ur fault#just like. thinking#writeblr#spilled ink#warm up#every time nat is like - oh let me get that for u#im like .... this is a trick right like ur gonna be mean now bc u did something nice rn#so obviously if ur being nice now either u did something mean and im about to learn about it#or you're going to BE mean#or ur gonna hold this over my head forever and i'll never get a nice thing ever again?#and every time nat is like .... babe i just actually like u#lesbian jesus story is 100% real btw. she also told me not to be an event planner#literally changed the shape of my life
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wlf!abby headcanons <3
pairing: abby anderson x reader
summary: just some self-indulgent headcanons about life at the WLF base with abby because i love her. that's all
warnings: none! just abby being abby and being in love. the best combo
abby will ALWAYS wait up for you without fail if you're out on patrol at night. she barely sleeps anyway but she especially can't sleep if she doesn't know if you're safe so she stays in your room and reads but she's not actually taking anything in, just scanning the pages because she can't even focus
if on the extremely rare and strange occasion you're sent out together she'll always be watching your back - she trusts you and knows that you know what you're doing but if she spots the smallest bit of danger near u she's there within the blink of an eye
she's holding your head in her hands, tearing up when you almost get ripped apart by a runner on what was probably ur worst patrol yet "are you okay? are you clean?? are you sure? holy shit..."
beats u at backgammon almost every single time.. doesn't beat u at rummy though
if you're both working out together she will drop what she's doing to spot you and gets excited for you when you hit a new PB
gets embarrassed when u watch her work out because she knows she pulls weird faces.. "stop looking at me. it's distracting..." she'd playfully roll her eyes but do nothing to stop you from staring. you may even think she likes feeling embarrassed
ur work out schedules align so that u get to do yoga together :) it's funny watching her try and do the tree pose when she loses her balance every 4 seconds
abby got a lil too drunk one night at one of the salt lake crew parties and leah and jordan had to (reluctantly) lure her to ur room and ask u to look after her bc she refused help from anybody else 😔 (luckily your roomie was in their partners room...) she's a big gal so thinks she can handle her drink until she's 9 shots deep and thinks she has 13 fingers
in the cafeteria if she spots you talking with some friends she'll watch from afar for a while just to admire u being urself <3 she'll then come over and make her presence known with a hand on your back but won't interrupt your conversation or want the attention on her because she likes hearing you talk and knowing u have other ppl around u <3
has a hand on ur lower back/thrown over your shoulders whenever you're walking around the base because she always wants to be touching you. or she'll link your pinkies together when the hallway seems quieter than normal. abs isn't too big on PDA so likes to keep things subtle but always wants u to know she's there w her gentle touches
you massage her back and shoulders almost every evening when she's had a long day, even on nights where you're not sharing a bed and manny is in the room, and she's always knocked out like 5 mins after whilst you're still sat on her lower back. girl loves a massage
she sent manny packing to his weird sex den one night so she could decorate their shared room with half-dead flowers she miraculously found on patrol that week and make a romantic evening for you both... "as romantic as you can make a room in a fucking stadium" she'd mutter under her breath once she stands back and admires her work
she batted her eyelashes and smiled harder than usual @ the kitchen workers to cook a special meal for her other than burritos and she dug out the dusty 'timeless love songs' CD manny's dad gave her a few months back. you both ate, laughed and danced to unforgettable by nat king cole specifically and she felt a lil silly at first but it all went away when she saw the smile on ur face <3
at night time when u both can't sleep you'll lay in bed together and plan ur lives 'after the apocalypse'... abby wants to adopt a dog and live in a big house with u :(
she taught u how to do her braid perfectly so if she's stayed the night u braid her hair for her before she goes... "wow, nailed it babe"
when u saw her room for the first time u asked her about the painting from her dads office next to her bed and she got sad :( but opened up to u about her past and from then u knew u were in it for life
she reads to u if you're sleepy and she isn't and tells you she loves you and kisses your forehead when she thinks you're asleep (you're not - you always hear her)
she'll protect u with her entire life and will kill anyone or anything that gets in ur way. she loves u.
#been thinking abt canon abby a lot#she is very gorgeous to me#abby anderson#abby Anderson x reader#abby anderson fluff#abby anderson headcanons#tlou fluff#abby tlou#tlou headcanons#abby baby#ermmm#heyyyy lol#my writing
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hi!! adore your work love. could you maybe do smth where stark!reader has to get her wisdom teeth out but HATES the dentist so she brings her boyf peter and her dad w her?? and then when they get home the avengers are all waiting with like comical amounts of flowers and stuffed animals and then reader says some funny shiii and thor thinks she’s like dying lol. idk if that made sense but i’m getting my wisdom teeth out soon and i’m scared😭 thank u so so much love u babe
pairing: peter parker x stark!reader
a/n: tysm lovely :,) i rushed through this like my life depended on it, but i hope i’m not too late. either way, i hope you’re okay! it’s frightening but those bad boys gotta go because we don’t need that kind of energy in our lives. enjoy x
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wisdom teeth? more like wisdoom
y/n has to get her wisdom teeth removed and it’s the singular most dreadful thing she’s ever had to do, which says a lot because her dad is tony richling stark
doing dreadful things she doesn’t want to do but still somehow end up doing just because she can is a personality trait at this point
no one really makes a big deal out of it since ~death~ is part of their job description, but y/n is terrified
and when a stark is terrified the only thing that will keep them one step from insanity is researching the hell out of it
that information will be info dumped into every conversation for the next few weeks leading up to the appointment
“y/n you need anything from the store?” "no thanks, did you know the side effects of getting your wisdom teeth out include ✨sudden death or blood clots✨ tho” “……..i have a coupon?”
the day of the appointment, peter comes along and literally doesn’t let go of y/n’s hand. he keeps touching her to let her know that he’s there and it’s so. adorable
he would rest his hand on her knee, gently stroke her back while holding her, or just play with her hair
happy drops them off and he’s too Cool™ for emotions but he knows y/n’s a wreck, so he just fist bumps her with a single nod and she almost breaks down bc it’s really affectionate
y/n is sitting in the dentist chair and genuinely nothing is happening yet, but she’s squeezing peter’s hand like it’s a sponge
peter might have a high pain tolerance but he’s in pain pain and he prays that his hand won’t just explode on him
the dentist notices how peter tries to keep it together and chuckles
“you okay there, son?” “yea it’s fine, had a better time when a building fell on me tho haha” “pardon?” “oh i mean i didn’t have a good time, i just had a better time”
because y/n is running Anxious Town™, the dentist gives her a sedative to help her relax
plus, an injection of local anaesthetic to numb the tooth and surrounding area
she doesn’t feel anything and it’s GREAT
the procedure is quicker than expected and now the real fun begins
she tries to walk but she falls down so peter scoops her up bridal style and happy stays glued at her side
y/n doesn’t mind although she literally doesn’t recognise them and they’re practically strangers to her
but girly sees an opportunity and tries to flirt with peter bc why wouldn’t she
“you’re pretty” *blushes* “why thanks” “you should let your girlfriend know” “i should let her know i’m pretty?” “so you do have a gf? :(” “yea it’s you” “:)”
they stop for gas and peter goes in to get some water for y/n, and in her infinite wisdom, she decides it’s burger time
her mouth is completely numb and she’s practically leaving a trail of drool behind her, but she’d kill for a burger right now
so she wobbles around aimlessly for an hour on some random parking lot as if the ground might just magically open up like a rabbit hole and lead her to five guys
she’s going places. not back to the car. definitely not five guys. they’re closed. but places
peter finally finds her and he’s drenched from head to toe in sweat. he doEsn’T wAnt tO tALk abOut iT tho so she lets him take her to subway instead
normally, she would know that peter’s usual subway order is bread-lettuce-jalapeño
but in her drugged-up state, it had simply slipped her mind so now she’s staring at him like he’d just murdered someone right in front of her
“that- that’s your order?? no meat or anything just bread, lettuce, and a little spice?”
meanwhile at the compound, sam and steve are ordering everyone around bc they want to decorate this place before y/n gets home to surprise her
they take it very seriously too. they’ve watched like one HGTV show and said it’s our time
they finally get home and tony gives y/n a big hug, asking her what took so long
happy tells him that she was keen on getting burgers bc apparently someone has taught her that stressful times call for ~cheeseburgers~
he proceeds to look at tony with a pointed look
tony just shrugs and goes “she was a problem child. we don’t mention her dark past”
she’s swaying on the spot and keeps grinning like a fool and thor just stares at her weirdly before elbowing bruce and whispering loudly,
“what’s wrong with her? is she dying? should i start collecting leaves, i know this remedy—"
no one can tell if y/n is just happy to see the newly decorated home or if she’s just delighted to see everyone but then she goes around hugging the entire team
she doesn’t even acknowledge the sky-high pile of teddy bears and flowers everywhere bc she’s just squeezing everybody
y/n is so high, she just starts to spill all of her feelings about everyone and they’re already so overwhelmed by the hug chain they can’t take this too
“wanda i just want you to know that you’re like my big sister and you’re always taking care of me and i know you and vision are just going to make such good parents one day”
“bucky you absolute PRICK, you FIEND, you’re the best chess player ever and that’ll never change and i wouldn’t be good without you, i hate to say it but you deserve happiness even after you made me lose five times in a row yesterday”
“dad, you’re so strong and smart, even though we’re like never on the same page, you’re always along for the ride, i want to be like you when i grow up, i swear i’m gonna try to be as good to the avengers as you were to us” “aww- wait makes you think i'll be the first to die“
“nat you’re such a bitch about your protein shakes but you’re my best friend and i wouldn’t have it any other way, you can try out as many make up looks on me as you want”
“bruce, brucey, i would live with you in your lab for the rest of my days if i had to, whenever you ask me to hand you stuff i feel useful and important”
“laura’s way out of your league clint i have no idea how the fuck you got her but don’t lose her and i want to be your next child’s godmother”
“steve…we’re your family now. we’re always gonna be your family now. okay?”
“loki you’re not fooling anyone with your attitude, we all know you’re part of the family, you were just misunderstood and messed up bc of your dad–FUCK him by the way–but i realised everyone deserves as many chances as they need because of you”
“sam i would genuinely kill anyone who wronged you, even if they cut you in line at the grocery store, i would knife them no hesitation”
“thor, you poor golden retriever have been through so much, on my way here i made a wish on an eyelash for you bc you deserve better, your postcards always make my day, love you”
she mumbles something to peter that no one else can hear but he blushes and chokes back a sob
y/n orders hot soup and bucky brings it to her but before he even has time to react peter drops everything and ZOOMS across the room in .3 seconds
he barrels into bucky so hard they both go flying, but peter just smoothly rolls out of it and onto his feet like some kind of super ninja
“DUDE WHAT THE HELL” “😠 y/n is not supposed to drink hot liquids 😠”
all of this happens in mere seconds but sam has filmed it all and now slow mo clips go viral online of some mysterious kid knocking over the winter soldier
y/n’s a little in and out after that, but when she fully regains consciousness, she’s on a pile of blankets, surrounded by the team on the floor <3
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let me know if this is actually comforting lmao stay hydrated pals
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#peter parker x reader#peter parker x stark!reader#peter parker x you#peter parker headcanon#peter parker fluff#avengers x you#avenger x reader#avengers headcanon#tony stark headcanons#steve rogers headcanon#natasha romanoff headcanon#thor headcanon#loki headcanon#bucky barnes headcanon#sam wilson headcanon#avengers crack#peter parker concept#peter parker x y/n#avengers x y/n
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Failure
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader x Wanda Maximoff
Warnings: cussing, that’s all!
A/N: hello! hope u all enjoy this fluffy ass fic that i’m posting in honor of 900. happy reading <3
anon requested: Can you do a WandaNat one shot with fem reader where r gets really bad grades and is stressing so they comfort her pls 🥺
Summary: Y/N has been struggling with school. Natasha and Wanda help her through it.
Word Count: 1.4K
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It was exams week and you had been extremely stressed out. Your professors seemed to show no mercy, giving you little to no time to study.
They had announced the exams the class period before the actual exam. Which meant you only had a few days to study for each and every one of your classes.
You were currently sat on the couch, surrounded by a sea of notebooks. You had been studying for hours. You didn’t realize what time it was until your girlfriends entered your shared apartment.
Natasha and Wanda walked into the apartment and immediately saw you on the couch. Your shoulders were tense as you slouched over one of your notebooks.
The pair quickly took their shoes and coats off before making their way towards you. Wanda kneeled down in front of you as you finally noticed their presence.
“Hi, baby. How long have you been studying?” Your eyes glanced over to the clock. It was 6:30PM and you had been studying since 8AM.
“Um… about ten hours?” Wanda and Nat’s eyes widened at your response. Natasha came over and gently took the notebook out of your lap.
“Nat, no. I need to study.” You attempted to snatch the book out of her hands, but failed.
“No, what you really need to do is take a break.” Natasha quipped back as she sat beside you.
“I don’t want to be a failure! My grades weren’t the best this semester and my GPA is at stake! These exams can make or break me.”
You blew up suddenly, the stress getting to you. Your girlfriends didn’t take it to heart, knowing how seriously you took your grades.
Wanda grabbed your chin softly, forcing you to look at her. You stared down at her with tears pooling in your eyes.
“You’re not a failure. Your grades don’t equate to how smart you are. You’re one of the most intelligent people we know; and we know Tony Stark, so that’s saying a lot.”
You rolled your eyes at the mention of the billionaire. Natasha placed her hand on your thigh.
“We’ll help you study, detka (baby), but you need to get some food in your system. We already ordered takeout and it should be here any minute.” Natasha said as she gently caressed the inside of your thigh with her thumb.
“You’re not going to absorb the information if you overwork yourself like this, babe.” Wanda spoke as you looked down at her kneeling form.
You nodded your head slowly at their words. Maybe you did need a break. You felt like your brain was going to explode with all the information you had crammed into your head.
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1 hour later
You had just finished the Chinese takeout that Wanda and Natasha had ordered for dinner. You honestly did feel a lot better now that you had something to eat.
You reached over Wanda to grab your Science notebook, when she firmly placed her hand on your wrist.
“What do you think you’re doing?” She raised her eyebrow at you as she gave you a stern look.
“I ate so now I’m gonna study. Wasn’t that the deal?” You asked your girlfriend as Natasha placed her hands onto your shoulders. She began to massage you and you closed your eyes at the relief the action brought.
“After you take a bath with us, you can study again, dorogoy (darling).” You nodded your head, completely blissed out as Natasha rubbed a knot out of your tense shoulders.
Wanda got up from her spot and collected the scattered trash before throwing it away. She made her way into the bedroom.
“I’ll run the bath.” You whined as Natasha stopped massaging you. She let out a laugh as she grabbed your hands and pulled you up from the couch.
“Let’s go, honey.” She led you to the bathroom and the bath was filled with water and bubbles.
You quickly stripped yourself of your clothing, desperate to get into the warm bath. Wanda and Nat let out small giggles as they took their clothes off as well.
You sunk into the warmth of the bath as Wanda and Natasha got in as well. Your back was pressed up against Wanda’s chest; her arms wrapped tightly around you. Natasha sat in front of you as she grabbed a washcloth and dipped it into the water.
You let out an accidental moan as you felt the heated cloth rub against your skin. You blushed in embarrassment as your girlfriends laughed at you.
Wanda poured some shampoo into her hands and began to massage the liquid into your scalp. You closed your eyes and let out a sigh as your girlfriends took care of you.
“I love you guys so fucking much.” Your voice came out lower than usual as calmness took over your body; a stark contrast to the intense stress you were under an hour prior.
“We love you too, bubs.” Wanda said as she placed a kiss beneath your ear. Natasha leaned forward and kissed you on the lips.
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45 minutes later
You were now out of the bath. You were dress in a pair of Natasha’s sweats and one of Wanda’s oversized hoodies.
The two avengers knew how much you loved to wear their clothing, so they knew that giving you theirs was the best course of action right now. They were right, as always.
You made your way over to the couch and sat down, grabbing your notebook and opening it up.
Wanda had been in the kitchen making some tea while Natasha went to sit beside you. You looked over your notes while you waited for Wanda to join you guys.
After a few minutes, Wanda appeared holding three cups of tea. She placed them onto the coffee table before she sat down on the other side of you.
Wanda suddenly ripped your notebook out of your hands, prompting you to send her a ‘what the fuck’ look. She rolled her eyes at you.
“Don’t give me that look. We’re going to review you. Every time you get an answer right, you get a kiss from us.”
You smiled as your heart warmed. Even though you knew they were exhausted from work, they still wanted to assist you in studying. The incentive was a good one too.
“Sound is a transverse, mechanical wave. True or false?” Wanda looked at you expectantly.
“False.” You said confidently. Wanda nodded her head at you and you playfully squealed as you pulled her into a kiss.
Afterward, you turned around and placed a sloppy kiss onto Natasha’s lips; causing the assassin to let out a groan of disgust.
You let out a laugh as she wiped her lips. Your attention turned back to Wanda.
“A property such as length that depends on the amount of matter is what kind of property?” Wanda looked up at you once more with a raised eyebrow.
“Extensive property.” You smiled as Wanda smiled back at you. You kissed your girlfriends again with giggles falling from your lips.
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This went on for two hours. You got every question right and kissed Wanda and Natasha more times than you could count.
A few days later, your exams occurred and you felt ready and confident. You no longer felt the fear of failure consume you after your girlfriends spent as much time as they could helping you review your notes.
You walked out of your school with the heavy weight lifted off of your shoulders. You smiled as you caught sight of Wanda and Natasha leaned against Nat’s car.
You ran up to the pair and jumped into Natasha’s arms. She laughed as she wrapped her arms around your waist. You quickly let go of the Russian and gave Wanda a hug.
“Hey, honey. How did it go?” Wanda asked you as she pulled back from the hug slightly, her arms still clinging to your abdomen.
“I feel great! The questions were pretty easy since I knew all of them. Thanks to you guys.” You smiled at the two women who held your heart.
“We knew you could do it, detka (baby). Smarty pants.” You couldn’t help but chuckle at her words.
“I don’t know what I’d do without you both. I love you.” You shoved your face into the crook of Wanda’s as Natasha came up behind you. She wrapped her strong arms around you and the Sokovian.
“We love you too, krasivaya (beautiful).” Natasha mumbled against the top of your head as she kissed it gently. Wanda placed a kiss of her own on your cheek.
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You would never be afraid of failure ever again.
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With these two women by your side; you already felt like the most successful person in the world.
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One Night Stand
Summary: After a shitty one night stand, Bucky slut shames your sex life. You get a little revenge by playing a game Bucky doesn’t like.
Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY: S M U T
You grumbled as you made your way down to the Towers main kitchen. Your body ached, you were exhausted, and all you wanted was a cup or coffee and some goddamn peace and quiet.
You internally groaned when you noticed that the kitchen was not empty. Bucky and Sam sat at the breakfast bar. One drowsily eating cereal, while the other attempted to flick runaway cereal pieces at the other. Natasha sat perched next to the coffee machine, scrolling through her phone and sipping from a mug of coffee.
Natasha's eyes left her phone and lit up as she focused on you. “You look tired (Y/N)” she snickered. “Did you have a late night last night?”
Out of the corner of your eye you noticed Bucky and Sam focus on you.
You glared at Nat as you made your way to the coffee pot and poured yourself a cup of coffee.
Don’t even start. “I don’t know what makes you say that Nat.” You said irritated.
“Well for one you look like hell, and two I don’t think you’re supposed to put salt in your coffee. Unless you really prefer it that way.” Sam piped up with a shiteating grin.
“Oh hell.” You hissed, tossing your salty coffee down the sink.
Natasha made her way over to you with a fresh mug of coffee. “So tell me, was he good?”
You nearly dropped the cup she handed to you. “NAT!”
“Oh please. I saw you sneak out last night like a horny teenager. You’re an adult now, you can talk about sex. Unless the boys can't handle it.” She raised a brow at Sam and Bucky who pretended not to listen.
Sam smirked into his coffee. Bucky remained stone-faced, glaring slightly at Natasha.
“I for one, don’t need to hear the details of another one of your slinky one night stands doll.” Bucky grumbled angrily, pushing his stool back from the counter.
“Slinky one night stands? Are you fucking kidding me Buck? Sorry I am a grown woman looking for quality sex that I clearly can’t find here!” You growled.
Bucky eyes burned with anger. He looked like he was about to say something but all he did was huff and leave the room.
“Sam maybe it’s time you got Bucky laid.” Nat observed, “He seems to always have a stick far up his ass.”
“Trust me, it’s not all it's cracked up to be.” You mumbled, stirring more creamer into your coffee.
“Was it really that bad?” Nat asked.
“Oh, the guy wasn’t bad, he was horrific. Only cared about himself. I may as well have stayed home and used a toy for hell’s sake.
Sam winced. “I did not need to know you had sex toys.”
“Oh grow up Sam, it’s not a woman’s fault that men don’t know what they’re doing. Men are the problem, sex toys are the solution.”
“Well, who knows (Y/N), maybe you'll meet a special someone at Stark’s Charity Gala Saturday.” Nat said wiggling her eyebrows at you.
“Fuck, I forgot that was this weekend. I’m all for charity, but if I’m forced to go to another one of Stark’s fucking parties-” You groaned.
“Uhem” You heard a familiar voice sound from the door. “First off you love my parties, even if it’s deep down. Second, you always look ravishing in whatever you wear, and lastly, you get all the free alcohol you want. All you have to do is force a smile and be friendly.” Tony hummed.
You rolled your eyes as you pushed past him, careful not to spill your coffee. If Saturday you had to be a social butterfly, today would be a lock yourself in your room and watch Netflix kinda day.
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“Tony was right, you do always manage to look ravishing. Very Bond-esque” Sam said to you as he entered your room.
You smiled at him through your reflection, admiring the slimming black dress you had on. “Thanks Sam. Have you come to be my handsome escort?”
He held a hand out to you, “Bond, James Bond, happily at your service.
His other hand produced a bottle of expensive liquor from behind his back, a liquor that was most likely stolen from Tony’s “hidden” cabinet. “I have also come to get you throughly wasted before this party. Bucky’s in a bitchy mood and Steve’s very busy trying to untie Bucky’s panties.”
“In that case, pour us some drinks, it’s going to be a long night if we have to deal with not one, but two grouchy old men.”
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You could have sworn this party was more extravagant than the last. The room shone with several different lights, giving it an ethereal glow. Champagne fountains stood about the room. It was like walking into a Great Gatsby fantasy.
Bucky and Steve were already at the bar, causing your joy to deflate a bit. You had avoided Bucky at every cost since the two of you had fought. He hadn’t sought you out to apologize either.
You let out an exaggerated sigh. “I hope the bar has enough of the strong stuff, otherwise I don’t think I’ll be able to deal with Bucky’s bitchiness all night, even with the alcohol we had before this in my system.”
Sam snickered. “He still hasn’t apologized has he?”
“Nope. So he’s definitely on my shit list. He had no reason to be angry with me or shame my sex life.”
Sam looked like he was about to say something, but stopped himself. He shook his head. “Just ignore him (Y/N). Bucky will be Bucky. Besides if you really feel like enacting revenge I know a little game you can play to piss him off even more.”
You groaned. “Sam as much as I would love to piss Bucky off more, I am not in the mood to play 'One Night Rate’ right now. This last guy really put me off for a while.”
“Oh come on (Y/N)! One guy can’t ruin your chances of a great one night stand. Look at all the beautiful people here.” He said gesturing around the room. “You’re telling me there isn’t a single guy you want to take home?”
There was one guy you wanted to take home, but he currently was the one person who you weren’t speaking to. You knew you would probably regret this but-
“Fine.” You groaned. “I’ll play, but that doesn’t mean I have to follow through with it.”
Sam grinned as you two made your way over to Bucky and Steve.
Steve smiled at the two of you, but it quickly turned into a suspicious look at the grin on Sam’s face. “What are you two up to?”
You and Sam remained quiet smirking at one another. Steve finally put the pieces together.
“You two are not playing One Night Rate again are you?” He groaned.
“Listen man, (Y/N) needs a better partner to make up for the last guy. The least I can do is support her and give good advice.” Sam said, as you blushed.
“You’re the one who convinced me to do it! I wasn’t even going to play it.” You laughed, nudging Sam’s shoulder.
Bucky stared at the three of you stone faced. “Do I even want to know what this game is?”
You gave Bucky a sarcastic smirk. “It’s a game Sam, Steve, and I came up with one night at one of Tony’s galas-”
“It was mostly Sam and (Y/N).” Steve interjected.
You rolled your eyes. “Sure it was Golden Boy.” Sam snickered. “Anyway, we were bored and perhaps a bit more intoxicated than we should have been-”
“Excuses, excuses.” Sam interrupted you. “You are avoiding the point. It’s basically a game where one of us chooses a person and the jury,” he gestured to you and Steve, “Comes to a consensus on whether or not that person should be brought home or not.”
Bucky raised his eyebrows. “Are you guys serious?”
“If you’re going to slut shame, you can always hang with Nat, I’m sure she’s drunk enough to put up with your assholery. Besides, you wouldn’t want to play such a sleazy game right?” You said, plastering a fake smile on your face.
Bucky winced. “(Y/N)-”
You held up a hand, stopping him. “I don’t want to hear it right now James.” You only called him by his first name when you were really pissed with him. “Right now, I want to drink, find a guy, and get an actual good fuck. So if you’ll excuse me.” You pushed past the three men, ignoring their shocked faces and Bucky’s very pissed one.
Sam grimaced. “So much for playing the game. Something tells me she’ll follow her own rules right now.”
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Sam had remained at the bar with Bucky and Steve, long after you left them. Bucky’s face was steely, his eyes following every move you made on the dance floor. You weren’t alone, and of course the guy you had chosen was incredibly handsy with you. As his hands slide down your body, Bucky couldn't help but let out a growl.
“Buck, I don’t get it. Why won’t you just apologize and tell her how you feel? You’re being idiotic.” Steve said gently, putting a hand on Bucky’s shoulder.
Sam nodded along with Steve’s sentiment. “Dude maybe if you opened your eyes you’d see that she actually likes you back.”
Bucky’s eyes shot to Sam. “What the hell did you say Wilson?”
Sam gave him a look. “Don’t play dumb with me Barnes, you heard what I said. She likes you. I’m surprised that such a good assassin like you could miss something as blatant as that.”
“Then why the hell does she go off with other guys then?” Bucky asked, irritated.
“Because she’s just as blind to it as you. You have no idea how obnoxious it is to be the middleman and keep quiet, especially when you’re dealing with two oblivious morons.” Sam groaned. Steve cackled loudly.
“What am I supposed to do? She’s off with some other guy.” Bucky sighed.
Steve smirked at him, “That never stopped you in the 40’s.”
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This guy was doing nothing for you. He was sweaty, way too handsy, and was unfortunately not as attractive up close, a drunken mistake on your part. But you knew Bucky was watching and you would not cave easily, so you kept dancing.
The guy pulled you taut against him. “So babe when do you want to get out of here?”
You grimaced, resisting the urge to push the guy off you. Was pissing Bucky off really worth all this?
“I think I can take it from here bud.” A familiar voice said. It sent chills down your spine. Your date, what was his name? Jake? Jason? You couldn't even remember, that’s how uninteresting he was.
He turned to Bucky releasing his grip on you. “Back off dude, she’s taken.”
Bucky glared at him unmoving. “I think you misunderstood me asshole. Fuck off.” The dance floor lights flashed over Bucky’s face giving sweaty hands a better look at who he was talking to.
His face paled. “Oh shit I’m so sorry man, she’s all yours.” He quickly pushed through the crowd on the dance floor to get away.
You turned to Bucky and crossed your arms. “Are you fucking kidding me James? First, you call me sleazy and now you chase off any fucking guy I am interested in? What is wrong with y-”
Your rant was cut off as Bucky dragged you off the dance floor and through a maze of halls. You were too shocked to say anything as he pushed you into the fancy one stall bathroom and locked the door.
You yanked your arm out of his grasp. “What the fuck is wrong with you? You can’t just scare my date off then drag me into a bathroom.”
“Oh please, that guy was a scumbag, you could do much better.” Bucky snarled.
He turned his back on you and let out a frustrated growl, running his hands through his hair.
“You weren’t even playing the game right.” He said quietly.
“What?”
He turned back to you and moved toward you, causing you to back up until you hit the sink counter. His arms pinned down on either side of you and he leaned in. There were mere inches between both of your lips.
“I said you weren’t even playing the game right. You’re supposed to consult Sam and Steve and come to a consensus. You just picked a random asshole to piss me off. I at least played the game right.” He growled.
You heart was in your throat. You thought of what to say to defend your choices, then you realized what Bucky said. “Wait what do you mean you’re playing the game right?”
Bucky smirked. “The jury came to a consensus. You’re the best choice to take home tonight. You got the highest rating (Y/N).” His smile turned more sincere. “I want to take you home tonight and every night if you’ll let me. I know I’ve been an ass to you and I’m sorry. I was just so pissed that other guys got to have you while I couldn’t. And-”
You grabbed Bucky by his shirt collar and pulled him in, smashing your lips against his. A growl emanated from his throat as he wrapped his arms around you. Causing both of you to go into a frenzy.
You wrapped your legs around his waist as he lifted you up and placed you on the bathroom counter. You whined as Bucky placed kisses all down your neck. He sucked harshly in certain areas making you gasp.
“If I can finally have you all to myself, I want to mark you as mine.” He mumbled against your neck. His words went straight to your soaking core.
You began unbuttoning his shirt as he pushed up your dress. He pulled it over your head and threw it behind him, pausing to admire you in your matching black lace set. You returned the favor and pushed off his suit jacket as he attempted to unbutton his shirt. You let out a moan when his chiseled body was finally fully in view.
Bucky pulled down your bra causing your breasts to be pushed up from the material. He purred as he leaned down and worshipped each one, placing kisses all over the top, then moving down and sucking on your nipple. His hand went to your other breast, his fingers massaging and playing with your other nipple. He tugged at it causing you to let out a loud moan.
“Fuck, Bucky,” you cried out. He smirked as his hands and mouth traveled down your body. When he finally reached your panties, he looked you in the eye and slowly pulled them down with his teeth.
You were speechless.
“Fuck baby, just a few words and some teasing and you’re soaking for me,” He hissed out, his dick hardening as he gazed at your sexed out and wanton state.
‘Bucky please.” You begged. Wanting, no, needing him to touch you.
He smirked at you. “Oh I see now doll, when you want me to fuck you I’m Bucky, notJames?”
“James Buchanan Barnes, if you do not fuck me right now-” you growled.
Bucky chuckled, lowering his mouth to where you needed it most. Your growl turned into a pleasurable scream.
Bucky looked up at you, amusement in his eyes. He paused his work. “You know love, you’re lucky the music is so loud, otherwise you and I could be caught in this very scandalous position.”
You smirked and bit your lip. “Let them find us then.”
With that Bucky feasted on you like you were his last meal. His tongue swirling over your clit and licking your slit until you felt that delicious build up in your stomach. Your hands grasped and pulled at his hair.
“Bucky, don’t stop, I'm going to-” whiteness filled your vision as you came. You tried to close your legs, but Bucky had them pinned against the counter, continuing his work until you finished riding out your orgasm.
Your chest rose and fell rapidly as Bucky kissed back up your body until he met your lips.
You undid his belt and pants, letting his bulging member free. Bucky wasted no time lining himself up with your entrance. Sliding in slowly until he filled you completely.
You gasped at the pleasure that filled your body. You had never felt so full in any other one night stand. Hell hardly any of them had made you come like this once, or at all.
“God doll, you’re so tight.” Bucky groaned as he gave you time to adjust to his size.
“Bucky if you don’t start moving-” you threatened, but were cut off as Bucky quickly thrust in and out of you.
He smirked as you let out a pleasured squeak.
“Fuck you” you giggled.
“Gladly.” He replied as he picked up his pace.
It was relentless and god it was the greatest sex you had ever had. He had actually put your pleasure first, and was about to make you come again.
The feeling built up in your stomach, and you clenched around Bucky. As if he could read your mind, he reached down and began rubbing your clit. You had to bite back a scream.
Bucky smashed his lips against yours, as white flashed again in your vision, as your second orgasm hit you. Bucky followed soon after.
When you both came down from your highs, your eyes met and you giggled.
“What?” Bucky asked, returning your smile.
“I swear this better be the last one night stand I ever had, because all I want for the rest of my life is you Bucky Barnes.”
Bucky’s eyes softened and he planted a soft kiss on your lips. “Funny, because all I’ve ever wanted for the longest time, is you.” You felt your heart skip a beat.
Bucky’s face turned more mischievous. “Now let’s get out of here. I have a long night planned to show you that you actually can find quality sex around here.”
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Hi babe! I saw you wanted some requests so here I am! Could you do a Bucky x reader where the reader has secret telekinesis abilities (or whatever Wanda can do lmao) and is forced to use them on a mission. Bucky is just in shock bc his secret crush is a even more of a badass, so when he compliments her powers, she gets flustered and disagrees bc they’re dangerous, so Bucky helps her see the beauty in them? Tysm ❤️❤️
His Girl
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader
W/C: 3.9k (eek sorry!)
Warnings: Language (??), that's literally it.
(A/N: This one got away from me a little and I wrote wayyy more than anticipated. I hope u like it though? Idk. I had so much fun with this request, thank u sm bb! Praying that someone reads this, even though it's a whole ass novel.)
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"Bucky, where are you? We have a minute and eight seconds until this place blows."
Y/N was worried, and, upon hearing her frantic voice in his intercoms, Bucky was too. He was aware that he didn't have long until the bomb detonated, but unaware of just how short that amount of time was. He was caught up in a fight, one that was frustrating in the way that he couldn't shake this guy. "Yeah, be there in five?"
He was being sarcastic, he must've been being sarcastic, Y/N shook her head and pressed her fingers to her temples, agitated. "Five what? Five seconds? Minutes? Bucky, I have to ask, are you insane?"
She seemed angry - no, she was most definitely angry - and Bucky silently cursed himself and allowed the Hydra agent to get a hit in, he thought he probably deserved it. "Look, I'll get out. Is there anything you guys can do to buy me some more time?"
Tony had chimed in by this point, telling Bucky that he was 'fucking crazy', ranting and raving to the heavens above about how the entire motive had been messed up and they might as well have stayed home. Y/N knew that she could help him, but that would mean using them - she didn't like to call them by the name that most would use - and she wasn't sure if it was really worth the risk. Bucky would get out, right? He'd work something out.
But time was ticking on, fifty-nine seconds now, and she was unsure of just how right that assumption was. She wasn't even entirely sure that she still had her powers, since she'd avoided using them or telling anyone that they existed since she'd escaped from the grasp of Hydra. Even as she doubted her abilities, she found herself rising from her seat behind the control panels of the Quinjet, next to Steve, and sprinting to the exit to the aircraft.
"Y/N, where are you going?" Steve asked, getting up and following her. The rest of the team were staring now, Natasha and Tony also standing from their places and looking expectantly in Y/N's direction.
"I have something that'll help. Something that you guys don't know about." She said sheepishly, slamming her palm down on the button that opened the exit hatch. "Don't worry, I've got this."
Even though she was promising her friends that everything would be okay, they seemingly didn't believe her, as all five of the other Avengers on the ship - Tony, Nat, Steve, Sam and Thor - followed her out onto the streets of Bucharest, where the public was in awe at the huge, futuristic ship that was sat in the middle of a narrow, cobbled street. Natasha had told them to go home, she'd made the best effort she could to make sure that everyone was safe. However, no one had listened, and so she desperately ushered them away from the place that she knew would soon be rubble, while Y/N ran in search for Bucky.
They had what they'd came for, but that didn't mean that there were no Hydra agents willing to get into altercations with the team. Thor and Steve were frantically fighting off a pack of them, while Tony and Sam helped Y/N, hopefully getting a better view of the streets and where Bucky might be. "Hey, Y/N, I got him. Turn right, next street over. You'll see him." Sam spoke into the intercoms. Y/N thanked him, hurrying off in search of the super-soldier to whom she'd taken more than a liking to over the few months that he'd been fighting with them.
"Buck, I'm on my way, you better be ready to get the fuck out of here." Bucky's eyebrows furrowed as he wondered why Y/N, of all people, was the one who was coming to save him. He had to admit, he was more embarrassed than anything else, needing the help of the one girl who he'd felt anything for in seventy years. But he tried to brush it off, mostly because he had to focus on not letting a Hydra agent rip his arm off, and answered her.
"What are you gonna do? If I can't fight him off, no offence, but what makes you think you'll be able to?" Bucky sounded breathless, and she could hear the obvious sounds of strain and struggle as he continued to tussle with the agent. Y/N took a deep breath and turned the corner, close enough to hear the ominous beeping of the explosive device that a Hydra agent had planted there in hopes of causing harm to one of the Avengers.
"You know what, maybe don't question it. I have my own doubts, but it certainly doesn't help that you have them too."
The agent, who was currently deep in a brawl with Bucky, noticed Y/N, but all that she was able to think about was the amount of time that was left on the clock. She asked FRIDAY, and a rush of adrenaline and fear coursed through her when she realised that they weren't going to get out in time.
Ten, nine, eight, seven,
Y/N drew her gun and shot the Hydra agent, not missing as usual, and Bucky snorted. "Couldn't have done that earlier?"
Four, three, two,
She knew that this was it. It was either expose the world to her powers, probably be deemed as a weapon and certainly become even more wanted by Hydra, or die, and let her friends die too. She took a deep breath and felt the horribly familiar surge of - what was it, electricity? She wasn't actually sure - coursing through her body, and watched as Bucky ogled at the purple wisps of magic that extended from her hands and the way that her irises seemed to ignite.
One.
Bucky ducked and shielded his face, but looked up again when he didn't hear, nor feel anything that would signal an explosion had happened. Y/N had it under control, holding the bomb together with just her fingertips. She'd thought that it wouldn't happen, that her abilities would've simply subsided into nothingness due to being unused for so long, but she was wrong. She'd done it, and there was no going back now.
And then? The small explosion turned huge, and lurched forwards, setting a civilian apartment building completely alight. Y/N stood, watching, mouth wide open and quite unable to understand the circumstances of what the hell just happened. Bucky was at her side, a hand on her shoulder as he, too, watched the destruction take place. The rest of the team had rushed straight there, each one of them with hands over agape mouths while Steve called for Fire and Rescue and Tony wondered aloud, 'What the fuck is going on?'
Y/N found herself on her knees. She could see and hear Bucky in front of her, worry in his eyes as a few tears dripped from her chin onto her chest, but she didn't have it in her to decipher what his words meant, they all just sounded muffled and like he was speaking a language that she didn't understand.
She didn't know what she'd done, how bad it was, but she could hear the screams of the residents of the building, she could feel them vibrating through her body and ringing in her ears, and that was enough to convince her that her enhancements truly were the worst thing about her, that she really was the weapon that Hydra had deliberately mutated her to be.
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It had been hours. How many, Y/N was unsure, but a considerable amount of time had passed since they'd gotten home. The flight back from Bucharest had consisted of Y/N locking herself in a cabin, and the rest of the people on the Quinjet taking it in turns to try to speak to her, to try to understand.
No one, apart from Bucky, (who only had a vague idea), knew what had happened. There wasn't a single person on the jet who could fully understand it, Y/N included.
She was now sat on a sofa in the lounge, chewing off parts of her nails while everyone murmured and tiptoed around her. Tony was speaking quickly on the phone and glancing at her every couple of seconds, Steve was pacing back and forth along the length of the room.
Y/N wondered for a minute what would happen. Would she be arrested? Would something like the accords happen again? Was she about to become the cause of another civil war? Would Tony disown her? Send her back to Hydra? She didn't know. She didn't think she wanted to know.
Wanda and Natasha had come to comfort Y/N at first, sat with her and braided her hair like they did often, and it was nice to think that Wanda knew exactly what she was going through.
However, she'd told them that she wanted to be alone, and they'd dispersed and were sitting quietly in two separate armchairs, watching a movie with Sam. The truth was, she didn't really want to be alone. She wanted Bucky. She didn't quite know why, but she'd always felt calm around him, which was one of the reasons why she'd taken such a shine to him, and she made it very clear to herself that she was at least a little bit in love with Bucky, in a way that was less platonic and more romantic.
She couldn't lie and say that she was happy with the way that he'd handled things, though. As soon as the jet landed, he mumbled something about taking a shower and hurried off to his room, like he couldn't stand to be around her for any longer, like he was afraid of her.
And, honestly? She wouldn't be surprised if he was.
The truth, of course, wasn't that Bucky didn't want to see her, it wasn't that he was afraid of her, it was that she was evidently upset. It was tearing him apart to have to see her like that. He felt like he was obligated to be alone to think about what had happened, because he knew that - realistically - it was his fault that she'd had to use her powers. He'd been caught up in a fight, the bomb that had been planted was seconds away from detonating, she had to do something. Of course, he had no idea that something was going to be exposing hidden telekinetic abilities to the world, but close enough, right?
"I just got off the phone with a higher up." Tony stood in the middle of the lounge, everyone looking at him as he began his speech. "Everything's gonna be fine. Just, maybe don't turn on the news for a couple days, Y/N doesn't need to see that."
"Don't act like I'm a kid, please." Y/N spoke up, making it clear that she was annoyed by the fact that everyone was seemingly ignoring that it was her who had done this. "I did this, Tony. I want to know how much damage I caused."
Tony pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, shaking his head at her. "No, this is not the time to get all Steve-y on me, okay? You don't need to see it, you don't need to know, so you're not going to. Is that clear to you?"
"Mistakes happen, Y/N. It's not your fault." Steve said from where he was standing, next to the breakfast bar. "What matters is that you tell us what actually happened at some point."
"So, what I'm going to take from that, is that it's bad." She turned from Steve, back to Tony. "I'm not weak, I can deal with what I did, Tony."
Tony snapped, the stress of the situation and the argument from his daughter-figure becoming too much for him to handle, "Goddamn it, Y/N, you really wanna know what you did? Let's see, first of all, you used whatever powers you have, something that you clearly knew about but warned no one of. Second of all, you essentially bombed an apartment building in a poor part of Romania, you literally took from the poor. And now what? Fifty-five people are dead, kids have been left without parents, and that's on my back. Plus, you're being publicly deemed as a weapon until they figure out what's really going on there. So, do tell us, what is really going on there?"
"Tony. Stop." Wanda said, but Y/N was already halfway out of the room, with Tony realising that he probably shouldn't have said what he did and following after her.
"Y/N, hey, I'm sorry, okay?" Tony called, but she wasn't listening. She got in the elevator and left Tony alone in the hallway without a word, tears threatening to spill from her eyes the whole time.
And then, finally, they did. When the doors of the elevator closed, when she could no longer hear Tony's voice, when she was alone, oh they did. She found herself on the floor, face cradled in her hands - the same hands that killed fifty-five people just hours before - and there were tears falling from her eyes, past her chin, soaking her black catsuit.
She felt empty, like her body was a shell and she was simply there, watching herself fall apart. It was a kind of guilt, one that ate at her from the inside and seared through every nerve, every part of her, until she could think of doing nothing but curling up and ceasing to exist. She wanted to yell, scream, punch something, run. Anything that would distract her from how she felt. She wanted to sleep for a week, maybe two, forget about everything and ignore her responsibilities until it hurt less. Most importantly, however, she wanted Bucky. She wanted now more than ever to be his girl. For him to lay with her and tangle his fingers in her hair and whisper sweet things in her ear until the bad things in the world simply melted away.
The elevator dinged and the doors opened, but Y/N didn't get up, not until FRIDAY asked if she wanted to go to another floor. When she did, however, she found herself taking the wrong turn, to the left instead of to the right, and walking away from her room instead of towards it. Without thinking, she'd already opened the door to Bucky's room, where he was reclined lazily on his bed, a pair of sweatpants on and nothing else, focused on the ceiling.
He furrowed his eyebrows at her when she gave him a tiny little smile, but sighed when he noticed the remnants of her somewhat breakdown on her face. Bucky held his arms open, "Hey, c'mere."
She stepped into his embrace, tears finding their way onto her face again, and let him caress her back and play with her hair until the crying stopped. When Bucky held her, everything felt different, like she could put things into perspective and understand that maybe it wasn't all her fault. "Look, I know you think that this is the end of the world. I know it's scary, but Wanda learned how to use her powers for good. You can do the same." Bucky's attempt at comforting Y/N wasn't exactly superlative, but she knew that he was trying.
"I'm a weapon, Buck." She pulled away from him and sat on the end of the bed, wanting to cry and clawing at the sleeves of her suit in an essay to calm herself down. "That's how Tony worded it, anyway. I shouldn't have used them."
Bucky knew that his next question was stupid, that he probably shouldn't have asked it, but his curiosity had gotten the better of him and he was speaking before properly thinking over the consequences. "How did you get them?" He reached out for her hand and she let him hold it, getting a rush of exhilaration from the affectionate gesture.
Bucky wasn't usually one for showing how he felt, much less for saying it out loud or doing anything to communicate his feelings, and he wasn't quite sure why he had had a sudden change of heart and almost wanted her to know that he liked her, that, really, he would do anything for her. She didn't meet his eye as she began her explanation. "Well, before Tony found me, I worked for Hydra. Actually, less worked for them and more became their personal lab rat. They did a lot of experiments on me, tortured me, really, made me more destructive than any enemy organisation would know how to handle. And then, I escaped. And here I am, talking to you."
She gave him a sad little smile, one that he would swear had broken him. "I'm sorry." It was a lame excuse for comfort, really it was, but he racked his brain once, twice, and couldn't for the life of him find the right words to say.
"Don't be." Y/N shifted in her place, gaze on her hands which were clasped in her lap. It was quiet and Bucky wished that he knew what to say to her, that he could think of something that would make her feel less alone or soothe her in some way. A minute went by, two minutes, three minutes. The silence might've been comfortable between the pair, but it was certainly uncomfortable between Y/N and her own thoughts. "I should go." She said, standing from her place on the bed without looking in Bucky's direction once.
He knew that he had to say something, anything that would make her stay. The thought of her alone in her room was heartbreaking to him. He grabbed her wrist before she could take any more than a few steps towards the door and she looked down at him, lips slightly parted and one eyebrow raised in a silent question. "You're not a weapon. Sure, Stark said that, whatever, the guy's an asshole. But you're not a weapon, Y/N."
She gave a little humourless laugh, blowing a puff of air out of her nose. "The government apparently seem to think so."
Bucky smiled at her and said, "Fuck the government."
"Oh, so you're an anarchist now? Classy." Y/N sat back down and Bucky's heart felt like it was doing summersaults in his chest, all fluttery. She was smiling, he had made her smile, and it was genuine. As far as he was concerned, nothing else really mattered.
"You know what I mean."
"I don't, actually."
Bucky sighed and cocked an eyebrow at her, eliciting a laugh from her lips. "You're really going to make me explain myself, huh?" He joked. "Look, You're not a weapon to me. I think you're a badass, actually." She snorted.
"Bucky, I killed a lot of people."
"So have I." Bucky's tongue darted out to wet his lips as he placed a tender hand on her thigh. "You don't see me as the bad guy. You never have, actually. What I'm trying to say, is that all of us have done bad things. Made mistakes, lost control, that doesn't make us bad people."
"I feel like a bad person." Y/N had her eyes trained on Bucky's face, bottom lip held tightly between her teeth as she tried to avoid letting herself word-vomit about everything that she was feeling at that moment. His hand squeezed her thigh gently, and she let out an embarrassing and involuntary gasp that made her cheeks turn bright red.
"Don't. Y/N, I know it's cheesy as hell, but you did it to save my life, right?" Y/N nodded slowly, "So how does that make you a bad person?"
"You're grasping at strings, here."
“What can I say that'll make you feel better?"
Y/N knew what she wanted to hear, that he liked her as more than a friend, that he wanted to be with her like she wanted to be with him, that her fantasies weren't just fantasies, that he really did love her. But she couldn't say that. God, of course she couldn't say that. So, instead, she simply shrugged.
Bucky knew what he wanted to say to her, that he liked her as more than a friend, wanted her to be with him, of course he loved her. He couldn't drop all of that on her when all she'd given was a shrug, right? Wrong, apparently, because the words spilled from his mouth anyways, like he couldn't control himself.
And really, he couldn't. But he figured that she already knew that.
“I love you." He spluttered, and her eyes widened in shock. "Okay? God, I love you. And what you did today? Made me love you even more. I know you probably don't want to hear this, you don't want me to ruin our friendship, and I get it, I do. But, right now, all I wanna do is protect you, and let you know that you're really not the monster that you think you are."
She stayed silent. What could she say? Her head was swimming with ideas, but none of them really seemed fit. She thought that, if this day ever came, if somehow it came down to confessing her feelings for him, she'd know exactly what to say.
She really couldn't have been more wrong.
So, instead of speaking, she found herself simply staring at Bucky, into his eyes. Had he moved closer? Had she? Either way, their noses were soon bumping together and he was searching her face for any sign of disapproval, one that wasn't there, and so he kissed her.
She felt dizzy, lightheaded, like she couldn't quite figure out where her body ended and Bucky's began, and she didn't think she really wanted to. Lips on lips, his hand on her waist and hers roaming his hair, it felt like heaven.
She was on a high, he was too, and the comedown was breathless and just as euphoric as the real thing. "I love you too." Y/N said.
Bucky couldn't help the plainly stupid, goofy grin that had spread across his face. Did he look like an idiot? Unequivocally. Did he care? Maybe, but that wasn't the point.
"I should get back to my room." Y/N said quietly, a small smile on her lips. "Thanks for...uh, the talk."
Bucky laughed and let her get up, walk to the door and open it while he watched in a daze, and then he stopped her. "Let me walk you."
"I can handle myself."
"Oh, I know, sweetheart. But I'm not entirely sure that you should."
Really, she was already his girl. She always had been.
#bucky barnes#sebastian stan#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x enhanced!reader#bucky barnes x female reader#sebastian stan x reader#fanfic#steve rogers#captain america#marvel#mcu fic#natasha romanoff#wanda maximoff#deadass a novel#sorry#rogues requests#rogue writes#rogue does marvel
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so, because you take requests, i was wondering if you could do like a fluffy one shot with nat? i need more f/f fluff in my life! (only if u want to of course)
author’s note || Ugh, YES! I’m so glad you sent in this request, thank you, love!! I love f/f with my WHOLE heart! I hope you enjoy it!!
warning || None, swearing, fluff
You and Natasha had been dating for about four months now. Even though one month was her being gone from a mission, the two of you were always found near each other. Can’t find Nat? Well search for y/n and she damn well will be nearby. That’s what Sam always told everyone anyway.
And to say you were smitten for Nat was an absolute understatement. Even on the darkest of days, when Nat was an aloof and distant being, ignoring your requests of watching TV or eating dinner you still cherished every moment. You knew one day that mission wasn’t just going to be one month. It could turn into six or more. So, even on her darkest days where nightmares riddle Nat’s brain and she tries to push you away, you will always be there. No matter what.
So, Nat was showing you her appreciation for that by getting you a ring. Not an engagement ring, yet, but a promise ring. This ring was going to show you that she appreciated absolute everything you did for her and that she loves you. And Nat was a big ball of tension and worry. She had never really said those words to anyone before. Let alone the person she genuinely loves and makes her feel like her heart is going to explode with pure bliss.
You had said those three little words countless times to her but always assured her that she should never feel obliged to say it back unless she meant them. And you knew she loved you, she just shows it in different ways. She shows you by surprising you with your favorite meal or squeezing your hand when you get nervous or gives you loving touches when she thinks you’ve fallen asleep.
And although Natasha had never said it, and you wouldn’t lie to yourself and said it didn’t hurt a teensy weensy bit, you still acknowledged the fact that she has never been a person who shows her emotions by confrontations. She shows them through her actions.
So Natasha getting the guts to now actually tell you that she loves you is a whole other ordeal. She was fucking nervous. She was practically tripping balls as she waits for you at a table in this fancy restaurant.
You run into the restaurant, apologizing to Nat for being a bit late, and go on about a dumb co-worker. You look at her with a raised eyebrow when she doesn’t respond or even acknowledge anything you’ve said. “Babe, what’s up? You seem off.” She coughed, trying to mask up the shaking of her voice but you knew her all too well. “I.. um.. I actually want to give you something.”
You look at her with a confused look on her face bus gasp as she hands you the promise ring. “I know it’s not an engagement or whatever but I wanted to give you this ring as a promise. I promise to always be there for you, no matter what happens. I promise that no matter how much I try to push you away, I’ll never let you go.” You giggle as she almost drops the ring to put it on you.
I promise to be the best lover and partner that I can be and I… um..” She takes your hand over the table and interlaces your fingers and you stare at your ring in amazement. “I promise to always love you.”
Your eyes widen at her statement and slowly lift your head up. Your lips curve into the most eminent and dazzling smile Natasha has ever seen. “I love you too, my little widow.” You quickly get out of your seat and run over to her, pressing your lips against hers.
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The Tower: The Queen of Asgard - 20
The Tower: The Queen of Asgard
An Avengers Fanfic
Series Masterlist
PREVIOUS //
Pairing: Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)
Word Count: 2684
Warnings: hangovers, talk of sex
Synopsis: The twins are now three and while the Avengers know that Clint and Thor are the biological father’s none of them know or care which blond, blue-eyed baby is related to which man. When Riley gets the power to control wind and it becomes evident that she is the heir to the Asgardian throne, Elly, Steve, Thor, and Tony take the twins to Asgard to train her.
Not every Asgardian is happy with their king’s choice of consort, nor the impurity of the heir’s blood. While others expect Thor to make things more official. What’s clear is, the role of Queen of Asgard is not easily filled.
Author’s Note: Written with the only good mom I have @avengerscompound, whom I almost forgot to tag
Chapter 20: Potions and Apples
Fandral led the way down to the healers carrying Sam like he was a baby. I followed with Wanda, letting her lean against me as we walked. She held her head and occasionally her eyes would glow pink for a moment before returning to normal.
“Can you not walk too bumpily?” Sam groaned, shifting in Fandral’s arms a little.
“No one has ever complained about my gait before,” Fandral said, sounding amused.
“I’m sick,” Sam whined. “I’ll puke on you.”
“Alright, my lord. I’ll be more careful.” Fandral teased.
“So, Fandral,” I said, as Fandral shifted Sam so he was being held a little closer to him. “What’s the deal with you and Loki?”
Fandral chuckled. “Do you want me to lose my life?”
“You were both thinking some pretty explicit thoughts before,” Wanda said.
“We are … complicated.” Fandral explained. “Loki tolerates few you may have noticed.”
“The babies,” Wanda said. “And that’s about it.”
An affectionate smile crossed over Fandral’s face. “Oh, yes. The babes hold the largest portion of Loki’s affection.” He said. “The thing about Loki is most don’t understand him. I think it’s just a case of, I can see what his thought processes are like.” He gave us a sly look and quirked an eyebrow. “Not to mention, I am very easy, ladies. I have no expectation that Loki will have any interest in me tomorrow and nor do I have any desire to be tied down.”
“Uh-huh,” Wanda said sounding unconvinced.
“It’s the truth, my lady,” Fandal said. “Asgard is not like Midgard and you are hardly in a typical relationship yourself, even for Asgardian standards. We don’t define it. I do, however, like romance. I could romance you if you liked.”
Wanda pulled herself up straight. “I am out of your league.”
I burst out laughing and Fandral feigned shock. “My lady, you wound me.”
“What?” Wanda said, taking my hand. “It’s true.”
“So sharp with your words. I am not without feelings.” He teased and gestured to a door. “But we are here.”
I opened it for him and Fandral carried Sam inside. It was dark with black stone walls and dim lights that glowed softly. A group of five women in long robes approached us and three of them took Sam away without a word. One of the remaining women turned to us. “Can we help either of you, your highnesses?”
“Um, yes,” Wanda said, and I could tell she wasn’t sure how to explain what was wrong.
“Wanda is a telepath, and with all the drinking…” I said.
The woman nodded and gestured for us to follow. Wanda lay down on a table and the three women stood around it. A cage of light surrounded Wanda and they began to shift the beams around.
“What is that?” Wanda asked.
“It’s a soul forge.” The woman answered as she continued her work. As they moved the beams Wanda seemed to relax more. “How is that?”
“Much better,” Wanda said, almost sounding a little sleep drunk.
“We have corrected for the thoughts you were receiving,” She said turning the forge off. “When you go back they will return. We have something that will block your telepathy if you wish. It’s is a diadem, so the effects will only last while you wear it.”
“Okay,” Wanda said with an uncertain nod.
One of the healers left and returned with an intricate silver diadem. The silver had been forged into delicate scrollwork that sat low on Wanda’s brow and right in the middle of her forehead sat a deep blue crystal.
Wanda blinked when it was in place. “It went really quiet.”
“Is that good or bad?” I asked.
“I do not know. It is strange.” She said. “I haven't been alone in my thoughts for so long, it's both a relief and scary. I don't like not being able to feel you.”
“It is only to guard against the hangovers. You are free to remove it at any time.” The healer said.
“Thank you,” Wanda said and slid off the table.
We went out to the first room to wait for Sam. It wasn’t long before Sam came out with Fandral. He looked much more human and happy. “Oh wow, Wanda. Look at you. You’re an actual princess.” He said coming over to her and tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear.
“It blocks my telepathy. I don’t know if I like it.” Wanda said.
Sam pressed a kiss to her brow. “It won’t be for long.”
“You feeling better then?” I asked.
“Like it never happened. I am so hungry now.” He said putting his arm around Wanda. He held up a bottle of liquid. “They gave me this to give the others too.”
“Oh good, hopefully, that saves a lot of whining today,” I said.
“And I won’t have to wear this for too long,” Wanda added, tapping the jewel on the diadem.
Fandal led us back to our rooms and he was immediately set on by Sif as we came through the door. “There you are.” She snapped. “What the hell?”
“I was taking them to the healers as requested, my lady,” Fandral said.
“Kidnapping three of the royal family and leaving the children alone.”
Fandral laughed. “What is Hogun? Chopped liver?” He snarked. “Stop being so dramatic and drink this.”
Sam offered her the bottle and she took a drink. “Okay, good. I’m taking this to Volstagg.”
She disappeared into the bedroom they’d put Volstagg in as we came inside properly. The food had been delivered and Hogun was supervising the twins with their breakfast.
“Food!” Sam said and grabbed a plate and started to load it up. I went to get one too and Riley started to eat directly off her plate like a dog.
“Honey,” Wanda sighed. “Use a fork.”
“Daj,” Riley whined. “I ead good.”
“You eat all over yourself,” Wanda said.
“Das otay. Vows - Vowstaag… he do too.” She said.
Wanda approached her and wiped her face clean. “Volstagg isn’t the ruler of the nine realms, sweetie.”
“I’s a unicorn,” Riley said and went back to eating right off the plate.
Sam stifled a laugh while Wanda sighed and went and helped herself to some food.
“Don’t worry about it, Wan,” Sam said. “I’ll give her a bath after.”
The three of us sat down on the couch, snuggled in together as we ate. “So do you know what you’re going to do with the bonding?” I asked.
Sam shook his head. “I think I’ll do it. It’s a long time to live but some of us don’t get a choice about that. Maybe the right thing to do is to agree to go through that with them.”
I nodded. “I keep getting stuck on the ‘having to watch Piet die’ thing. I’ve worried about how losing everyone would affect Steve, Bucky, Nat, and Bruce for a long time. And now the choice is being given to me and I’m scared.”
“Yes, I already lost my brother. I don’t want to have to outlive my son.” Wanda agreed.
“Plus everyone else. How many friends do we outlive before I stop being able to form bonds with people because I know it’s only going to end with me watching them die?”
“You would never be able to do that,” Sam said. “Elly, you have the biggest heart.”
“Which just means it’s going to be painful every single time,” I said. “How much hurt can I survive?”
“All of it,” Sam said. “You’re strong, El.”
“If Piet were out of the equation. If he was like Riley, would that make it easier?” Wanda asked.
I wiped my eyes. “I think mostly. I think if I didn’t have to worry about Piet I’d say yes.” I said. “It’s just…”
“What is it, princess?” Sam asked.
“You guys chose me because I was just a normal person. If this makes me immortal and gives me powers, then I won’t be who you wanted.”
“Oh, Elly,” Sam said putting his plate down. He wrapped his arm around me and kissed my temple tenderly. “We love you for what’s in here -” he tapped my chest and then my forehead. “- and in here. That’s much more than just you being a regular person. There are billions of regular people in the world. There’s only one you.”
I swallowed and nodded, trying not to completely break down.
“We love you, El. And Thor loves you and wants to keep you forever. He hasn’t even asked me to bond with him.” Sam said.
“You need him to ask?” I said.
“It would be nice. I dunno. Maybe I don’t need it because if you and Wanda do, and Nat, Steve, and Buck already are going to basically live forever, I would stick around for all of you, but it would be nice if Thor let me know he wanted me too.”
“That makes sense. I totally get that. I told him I thought he loved us like people loved dogs.” I said. “He needs to show you all that you aren’t just friends-with-benefits to him.”
Sam let out a breath. “Yeah. ‘Cause I do love him.”
Riley climbed off the chair and toddled over and climbed into Sam’s lap. “Did you eat, bug?” Sam asked.
“Yes, daddy.” She practically snarked.
“What was that?” Sam said, trying not to laugh. “Was that sarcasm?”
I laughed. “Sounded like it.”
“My goodness,” Sam said. “Such an advanced three-year-old.”
I got up and stretched. “I might go take a bath. You two okay with the kids?” I asked.
“I think we can handle it,” Sam said.
I headed into the bathroom and ran the water. I had just let my slip fall to the floor when Loki barged into the room.
“Loki!” I squawked, grabbing the slip and pulling it back up.
He waved me off dismissively. “You have nothing I haven’t seen thousands of times before.”
I rolled my eyes. “What do you want?”
“The reason you have been unable to decide about the bonding is because of Pietro, correct?” He asked.
“Yes. Mostly because of Pietro.” I agreed.
“I found the book I had been looking for.” He said. “There is something called the Golden Apple. The Goddess Idunn oversees them on Alfheim. The apple can grant longevity to whoever eats it.”
I froze and looked up into Loki’s eyes. “This is a real thing? You can find it?”
“I assure you it is real. I have sent an envoy to Alfheim.” Loki said. “The child will have to be of age and make the decision himself, but he has the choice. Is that enough for you?”
“I just… this… I don’t…” I babbled.
Loki rolled her eyes. “Use your words.”
“This changes everything.”
“You’ll agree to the bonding then?”
I took a deep breath and nodded, shifting on my feet. “Loki. Can I hug you?”
“What do I get out of it?” Loki asked.
“You can tell me your terms as I hug you,” I said, taking a step forward. He opened his arms up and I moved into them, wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my head against his chest as he closed his arms around me. “No stabbing me either.”
Loki chuckled. “I did not do this for you, you know?”
I nodded against his chest. “I know.”
“Call off your attack spider would you. She keeps making comments about me having feelings.” Loki said.
I giggled. “Done and done.” I pulled back and looked up at him. “Thank you.”
“Now, would you please tell my brother ‘yes’ so he can stop bothering me?” He said.
“I will. Let me wash up first.”
Loki went to the door and paused. “If anyone is looking for me, I’ll be having sex. I’m taking Fandral with me. I haven’t had any since you were attacked and that is unusual.”
“Aww Loki, you do have feelings.” I teased.
He smirked. “I will stab you.”
“Yeah, yeah. Go on then. Get laid. When I see you again I promise I’ll have said yes to Thor.”
He nodded and left and I took my bath. I rushed a little as I wanted to go and speak to Thor and tell him what Loki had said. When I was clean I wrapped myself in a robe and took the potion from Sif who was back to guarding the door with Volstagg. I went into my room where Thor, Steve, Bucky, Clint, Tony, Natasha, and Bruce were all sleeping in a tangled pile of limbs. Feet were in faces and people were clinging to each other. It was quite funny to look at.
I changed into a fresh gown and went and sat next to Thor and shook him a little. “Thor?” He opened his eyes and squinted at me. “Here, my love,” I said holding the bottle to his lips.
He blinked a few times before starting to drink. After a few swallows of the liquid, he lay back down and I put the stopper back into the bottle and put it down.
“Mmm, thank you, mea vida.” He said. He rubbed my hip slowly and sat up. “I feel much better.”
“You’re welcome, my love,” I said, leaning over and kissing him. He hummed softly and pulled me a little closer to him.
“Thor,” I said pulling back. “Loki found something.”
“What is it?” He said, sitting up straighter and looking a little more alert.
“He found a book. It has information about a fruit that grants the person who eats it longevity.” I explained.
“What?”
“It’s guarded by a goddess. Iona? Isola? I forget. He has a book.”
“Okay. So Pietro will have his own choice?” Thor asked.
“Yes,” I said and put my hand on his. “Ask me.”
Thor tilted his head and looked me over for a moment. He nodded and got up kneeling on the ground in front of me and taking my hand. “Elise, my life, will you bond with me?”
“Yes, I will,” I said.
He smiled and got up pulling me into his arms and kissing me deeply. I melted into him, letting him hold my weight.
“We will have to start the preparations. You need a gown.” Thor said as he pulled back.
“Thor, there’s one more thing,” I said.
He tilted his head and looked at me with concern. “That doesn’t sound good.”
I gave his hand a squeeze. “You need to propose to them. And when you do you need to explain it. All they have heard is the not quite clear version of events from me. Bucky and Steve will do it regardless. Tony and I will too because we were there. The others you need to at least speak to and make them know what this means and that you want it with them.”
“Oh,” Thor said softly.
“Are you okay?”
He nodded and sat back down on the bed. I sat beside him and he curled up, putting his head on my lap. “I didn’t realize how closed off I was being with them. It hurts to know they don’t know how I feel.”
I stroked his hair and massaged the back of your neck. “We all love you. But it has been hard because we don’t see you often, and when we do you try and be the strong happy man who has nothing to worry about. Time to change that and now’s your chance. Be honest with them. But more importantly, ask them. Make sure they know you want this with them.”
“I will. When everyone is awake I will propose.” He said.
“Good,” I said and rubbed his chest. “You are loved, Thor. Don’t doubt that. I want to spend as much of the next 5000 years as I possibly can, Thor. ”
Thor smiled softly. “I want that too.”
I leaned down and kissed him and he made a contented rumbling noise against my lips. We were starting a new chapter as of now and I wasn’t scared at all anymore.
// NEXT
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‘ah, honey honey’
hc #27 || mob!stucky x sugar baby!reader
‘go back to sleep’
Steve woke up to soft shaking. His eyes slowly opened as his senses came to him. Y/N was the one shaking him. She looked concerned.
“What’s wrong, baby?” His voice is hoarse. It could have been sleep but it was most likely from yelling at his crew last night. They fucked up bad. He wouldn’t just let it slide.
“You were talking in your sleep. Everything okay?” She was concerned above all else.
“Just a long day yesterday. Go back to sleep.” Steve turned over to fall asleep again. He thought nothing of the interaction, thinking it to just be a simple conversation.
Y/N, however, felt her pout grow. Stevie was mad at her. He didn’t call her baby at the end, or even touch her. She didn’t know what she did.
She would let Steve sleep peacefully. She kissed Bucky’s forehead before she climbed out of the bed. It was almost time to get up anyway. Today would just be a Y/N day today, she supposed. The boys probably didn’t want her around anyway.
Just down the hall was her own room. Y/N kept her door open at almost all times. Her boys, as well as anyone in the crew, were allowed in her room and to talk to her.
Maybe not today though.
The doors were closed as Y/N walked in. She opened her curtains to balance out the lighting. Her view of the sunrise was beautiful this morning. If only the boys were here to see it with her.
No, she was alone today. Steve and Bucky didn’t want their baby today. Maybe she had been too bratty yesterday? Maybe she didn’t treat them right last night? Did she spend too much? Was she more trouble than she was worth?
Y/N shook her head as she sat on her bed. Part of her thought she was just overreacting, but the other part of her told her she was right on the money about her worry. The boys were too nice to tell her if she messed up.
She pulled out her phone to text Natasha.
the babe: nat, can you bring me to art museum today?
Nat replied almost instantly. It was like she never slept.
nattie bat🦇: Of course, muffin. What time would you like to go?
Y/N smiled softly. She could always count on her. She decided on leaving right after breakfast. Not that she would eat this morning. Breakfast was a big thing for Steve and Bucky, and she didn’t want to disrupt them.
Getting ready didn’t take as long as Y/N thought it would. She didn’t realize how much of it involved stealing Bucky’s kisses, or asking Steve what looked best on her.
Today, Y/N went for a billowy white sweater that exposed most of her back. She paired it with a mustard yellow skirt, thigh high brown boots, and a brown hair scarf to keep her hair back. She loved the fall, as she could display her favorite colors.
A knock at her door pulled her from collecting her notebook and pens. There was a twinge of worry that shot through her. If it was one of the boys, she wouldn’t know what to say.
“You ready, muffin?” Natasha’s muffled voice passed through the closed door. Y/N sighed in relief. It was just her Nattie Bat.
With sunglasses on and large purse on her arm, Y/N made it out of her room. Natasha extended her arm and she was happy to take it. She loved any form of touch and affection, especially when it came from a pretty girl like Nattie Bat.
The girls passed the dining room, but Y/N didn’t look in. She would run right for Stevie if she saw him. He wouldn’t want that at all. Though she could feel their eyes on her as they went towards the garage.
The ride was silent except for Y/N’s music playing on the speakers. Her music was normally very fun and light. Today’s music was sadder, less lyrics to them. Natasha didn’t comment but it was noted.
Y/N was allowed free roam of the museum upon their arrival. Natasha would stay behind and keep an eye out. She was simply a set of eyes to ensure Y/N’s safety.
Most of their time spent there was wandering, admiring the paintings. Y/N stopped in front of a painting of Aphrodite. She let out a soft little hum. Natasha picked up on it almost immediately.
“Something’s wrong, muffin. I can see it.” Natasha stood by Y/N, but looked at the painting. She shook her head and gripped her notebook tight.
“Nothing’s wrong. I just messed up. Wanted to get out so Stevie and Bucky could get some work done today,” Y/N mumbled. That sure did raise an eyebrow. Did she? Could Y/N possibly mess up in their eyes?
“Then we’ll stay out today. Lunch is on me. Anywhere you want.” Y/N turned to Natasha and smiled.
“Okay. I would really like that.” Natasha kissed her forehead, then excused herself to make a few calls.
Natasha waited until she was outside to call Steve. The streets were loud, busy. Though she had no problem hearing.
“Yes?” His voice was sharp. Steve really was not in a good mood. Though that could be pinned on whatever Y/N was talking about.
“What happened between last night and this morning? Did Y/N mess up?” Natasha wasn’t Y/N’s personal bodyguard by any means, but she would protect her above all else. Even if that meant protecting her from her dumb boyfriends.
“Huh? What are you talking about? Y/N didn’t do anything? I haven’t seen her since this morning.”
“And what happened this morning?” Natasha hated being the fixer sometimes.
“She mentioned something about me talking in my sleep, and I told her I had a long day and to go back to sleep,” Steve said. She could hear Bucky say something about Steve being an idiot in the background.
“Boss, you’ve been with this girl for how long? How do you still not know what makes her upset? Whatever. I’ve got her for the day. When we get home, you need to fix this.”
Natasha hung up, and what looked to be in the nick of time. Y/N was walking down the steps of the museum. She took Natasha’s hand in her’s, and in turn, Natasha took her bag for her.
They walked down to a cafe for lunch. Y/N had opened up a bit and talked about some things that had been going on beyond Stevie and Bucky. Her brother was in the hospital and she had been covering all the bills. The classes she was enrolled in online were starting to get really stressful. Lastly, Bucky’s birthday was coming up and she was pulling her hair on what to get him. Stevie had just taken him out to buy a whole ton of things so how could Y/N even compete?
“Muffin, why don’t you tell the boys? They’d be able to help you with everything that’s going on,” Natasha said. She put her cutlery on her empty plate. Y/N shrugged, face set on a deep frown.
“They’re both really busy. Stevie had mentioned I had been spending a lot recently but I knew if I told him it was for my brother, he’d get upset that I didn’t just go to him about it in the first place. I just don’t want them to be upset with me.” Tears pooled in her eyes, but she didn’t let them fall. Now that she said it out loud, she felt like a fool. She was only going to make them even more upset with her.
“They won’t be upset, I promise. If anything, it’ll make them feel better when they see it’s helping you.” Y/N sighed. She dug herself into a hole and now they were mad and-
“Come on. Let’s go for a drive. Clear your head before we go back home.” Natasha threw some money on the table and they left.
Natasha took the more scenic routes. She took over the music and played one of Y/N’s playlists that channeled all the good feelings about Steve and Bucky. Neither spoke, and it actually helped Y/N sort her thoughts out. She needed to fix this.
“Can we go home?” Y/N didn’t look at Natasha. She just messed with the hem of her skirt. She could feel Natasha make a u-turn and head towards the mansion.
Bucky was waiting at the front door for the girls. Y/N smiled nervously at Nattie Bat one last time before going to Bucky. He held his arms open for her, and she was in them in a minute.
“I missed you, doll. Didn’t get to tell you good morning or anything.” He kissed her forehead for a few seconds longer than he normally did. She soaked in every moment of it. There wasn’t an ounce of anger in him. It put some ease on her mind.
“I missed you too. Sorry.” Y/N hugged him tight before she pulled away. Now it was time to face the music. Time to face Stevie.
Y/N stopped by her room to drop off her bag. She was met with Steve sitting in their little nook, wearing his casual day clothes. He’d usually be wearing a full suit if he was working today. Did he have today off? She usually stayed home if he had the day off...
“Come here,” Steve said. It wasn’t a command. It was too soft to be a command. Y/N was almost scared. She was slow to approach and sit next to him.
“Baby, I’m not angry at you at all. I’m sorry about this morning. I was sleepy, and the crew had fucked up last night. I wasn’t thinkin’.” Steve took Y/N’s hands in his. Relief flooded through her, but there was still a knot in her stomach from what she told Nat,
“It happens. I just hope everything is okay now.” That’s all she really wanted. She just wanted Stevie to be okay.
“Everything will be okay when you tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of your’s. Talk to me.” Steve pulled her into his arms, and reclined so she lay on his chest. She had his undivided attention.
Y/N told him everthing. Her brother, her classes, all the worries that she had. She didn’t realize she was crying until Stevie wiped her tears away. He listened the whole time. Steve promised to take care of the bills, and start helping her with classes where he could. As far as Bucky, they could figure something out tonight. They could stay up and brainstorm something.
“Thank you for listening to me. I know it’s not fun or anything.” Y/N lay her head on his chest, eyes closing as she did. Steve took the scarf out and brushed her hair back.
“I’ll always listen to my baby. Your needs come first, forever and always.”
author’s note: I wasn’t gonna do another mob prompt back to back, but here we are. I actually enjoyed writing it and hope to write more like it soon!
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15X12 Commentary
Bunch of tired and caffeinated Europeans ( plus a sleepy American) scream together, and then die and try to get on with their day ( lol AS IF)
@smol-and-grumpy (Nat)
@dean-winchesters-bacon (Kat)
@waywardbaby (Zee)
@ain-t-bovvered (Giulia)
Nat: welp i guess we'll start?
Giulia: Ye
Zee: I know we’re not ready but yes
Nat: count as usual?
Giulia: U r the only one ready snort
Zee: Shush I’m faking it
Nat: 3
Nat: 2
Nat: 1
Nat: go
Zee: The recap
Giulia: Already hate it
Giulia: ...kaia
Giulia: Ok but i loved dean shout there
Giulia: But i also don t give a fuck about kaia
Nat: i could make a list of people i don't give a fuck about
Giulia: Why the empty has a dick
Nat: earth 2
Giulia: Look how much-waisted air time
Nat: this better go somewhere
Zee: What is he on?
Giulia: Oh look das me every time a clerk looks too clingy
Zee: President Hillary Clinton
Giulia: Nice
Giulia: Radio shed ads look like mediaworld *winks in italian*
Zee: Can he shut up?
Giulia: Nerd
Giulia: Oh and another nerd
Nat: weird that on every earth people are still dumb as fuck
Giulia: The World
Zee: Oh no
Giulia: Yeah that looks my kinda world
Giulia: Aaah beard dean
Zee: Other toys
Nat: He can't even make a world that's gonna function
Giulia: I can get what I want from a hundred worlds
Giulia: What she said
God/ ME A DESTIEL SHIPPER ABOUT DESTIEL ENDGAME: Dean says I'm not gonna get the ending I want. And I don't know. Maybe... I...I mean, that shouldn't matter, right? I've gotten what I want from hundred of Sams and Deans. I could get what I want from a hundred more. And I don't care.
Nat: you can see the green screen. I mean him standing before one
Giulia: Amazing
Zee: Clear the board
Giulia: Can he clean this one too. I think he’s already doing it
Nat: our world
Nat: how do you know. still, he doesn't take out the dumb
Zee: Vegan
Giulia: ...vegan lasagna *cringes in Italian*
Giulia: Because he feels for them. Between similars u no
Giulia: Aah veins
Zee: I still don’t like it
Giulia: Ah so we are actually where we left off. I can tell u where my head is
Zee: I can tell you where I want his head to be
Giulia: Ooooh nice
Giulia: Look at Jack hair tho
Giulia: BABE
Nat: "I HAVE SPEND TIME WITH HER" *wink wink nudge nudge*
Giulia: 50k
Giulia: Scythe kink
Nat: ouch
Zee: FOCUS
Giulia: Bottom Dean
Nat: on what? dildo scythe?
Giulia: Please comment and reblog
Giulia: Hey
Giulia: No OnE
Zee: Is jack chubbier?
Giulia: Don t talk to my son like this
Zee: Sam should stop doing that thing with his face
Nat: He's just older
Giulia: I can count his gray hair
Giulia: ...
Giulia: AAAAAAAAH beautiful
Zee: How domestic
Giulia: Babe
Zee: Look at that little smile
Giulia: SO CUTE
Giulia: thank you for a small bubble of happiness. That shook my soul a bit
Zee: They seem a little happy. I’m scared. Oh there it is
Giulia: That’s a fancy-ass whiskey bottle. I want it
Zee: Kaia came looking for the spear
Giulia: Cute where is cas
Zee: Babysitting
Giulia: Of course she kicks their asses
Giulia: I wanna choke him too
Nat: they can't even fight one small girl. they're getting old
Zee: Can he get any deeper?
Giulia: What she said
Zee: THE VOIVE I MEAN
Giulia: Oh come on HOW CONVENIENT
Giulia: they pulled a Mary Winchester
Zee: Snort
Nat: i don't know what to think about all this
Giulia: Oh looks it’s us after the coronavirus. Eating lizards
Nat: I mean
Giulia: I just watch
Nat: I would eat it 🤷🏻♀
Zee: Dean said not tasted kinda decent
Nat: do I have to
Zee: YES
Giulia: SNORT
Zee: SEE? Babysitting
Giulia: ...listen….How in the hell...War Strategist angel of the lord cas loses at force 4. Fuck off
Giulia: Always makeup on point
Giulia: Not Kaia not helping
Nat: oh I see jody had time for lash extensions
Giulia: She must not be in quarantine
Giulia: ...La piegatrice mondiale. What a horrible translation
Giulia: Oh dean has nice hair. I wanna pull it
Zee: This is going so well
Giulia: Look at cas hair
Nat: He always goes like "Cas-tee-el"
Giulia: Tee-el
Zee: Are you only looking at hair?
Giulia: Cas sounds so done
Zee: But so good
Giulia: WHAT A SOFT LOOK I HATE IT DON T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT
Giulia: A bit of a smokey eye on Kaia, What she used? Burned sticks? charcoal? Burned lizard’s tails?
Zee: Is it me or Jody looks older and Cas looks younger?
Nat: sorry but not Kaia can go fuck herself
Giulia: WHATEVER
Nat: so much airtime
Giulia: WASTED
Giulia: ...Shouldn’t he be strong af
Nat: I hate that the female's make up is always on point.
Zee: He’s gonna do something stupid
Giulia: Definition of a Winchester
Giulia: What a dad tone
Nat: I like Merl. Merl is me
Giulia: HEEEEY
Giulia: AHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
Giulia: AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Nat: Winchester dumb
Zee: Winchester dumb
Giulia: what a mood
Nat: she's my fave character
Giulia: I love her
Nat: i want her in all the ep
Giulia: I stan her
Nat: give her more air time
Giulia: She’s the smartest in the room
Giulia: What a sassy reaper. Like my fav sassy demon
Giulia: I love how the Winchesters are there watching, being all: yup, that’s our dumb kid
Nat: Winchester stupid
Zee: They know she’s right
Giulia: DONT BORROW MY ANGEL LIKE A BATTERY
Zee: Dead angel walking
Nat: I seriously thought Cas holds out the cup he ejaculated in like in a sperm bank
Giulia: Can I unread this
Nat: No u can't, that's what happens when I’m in lockdown
Giulia: Look at that cutie with his cute backpack
Nat: boy scout dean
Zee: Sam’s smirk
Giulia: Babysitting again
Giulia: BS angel chivalry
Giulia: SHE’S SO DONE
Giulia: love it
Nat: she should have said "in your own time"
Giulia: Me and you have all eternity, they don’t
Giulia: ...wasting seconds of intense glares
Giulia: Oh look the gremlins again
Giulia: The last healthy Italians vs the infected ones
Giulia: Last Toilet paper’s rolls and dumb scared people
Nat: snorts
Zee: You’re on a roll
Giulia: Dean eyelashes are fluttering in the wind. Sam needs a hair elastic
Nat: I wish something else would flutter in the wind
Giulia: my fucks
Zee: Hey kid
Giulia: WHY ARE THEY HUGGING
Zee: It’s before corona
Nat: I thought they didn't like each other that much
Giulia: Exactly. They have like 0 relationship, I don’t understand
Nat: It's weird.
Nat: if she should hug someone it should be sam. but what do I know
Zee: Have y’all understood the point of all this? Cause I haven’t
Giulia: Literally none
Nat: I’m bothered by all the other things
Giulia: She had time to do her eyelashes
Nat: so we did literally waste an ep with getting Kaia back, like for real? I watched this?
Giulia: ...AH
Nat: you know the last season could have been so fucking good
Zee: Wtf?
Giulia: K
Nat: ah
Zee: She found out
Giulia: What a meme
Giulia: Billy: last season
The reaper: my joy
Giulia: Death is angry
Zee: I was busy In Italy
Giulia: Oh wow
Nat: Merl had one job
Giulia: The writers had one job
Nat: Billy is us because she has no patience in them wasting an ep freeing Kaia
Giulia: Then u killed me
Giulia: Smoulder time
Giulia: Aaaah a baby
Zee: What?
Nat: Meh
Giulia: Why
Nat: God's destruction is Jack
Giulia: Another meme
Giulia: Writers
Giulia: Us asking if season15 will be amazing
Nat: right
Giulia: Go watch the promo
Nat: is that a fiat
Giulia: That’s a 500, my old car snort
Nat: Are they gay antiques, dealers
Zee: Apart from the reaper everything else was pretty lame. We waited almost two months for that?
Giulia: We went through corona for that
Nat: they look like gay antique dealers. especially being outraged when Sam has to lose the man bun
Giulia: With their cardigans and shit
Giulia: We should all live together. Yikes. They gonna die
Nat: they would scream
Giulia: High pitched
Zee: Tf did I just watch ? Loved deans bracelets tho
Giulia: They’re Jensen’s . Probably
Giulia: Oh maybe they are sam and dean that grew up as men of letters
Zee: Gay men of letters
Giulia: Can they get hot and bothered by Castiel?
Zee: Maybe not both of them
Giulia: Nah Nah both
Zee: Will the angel be gay too?
Giulia: There will be no angel probably. Also, Angels are probably sexless so who cares.
Kat: Y’all finished?
Giulia: Yup
Zee: Yes
Kat: And?
Giulia: WHERE IS THE FLAVOUR
Zee: LLLAAAAMMMEEE
Nat: I wasted my time
Kat: Yeah. Who gives a flying fuck about Kaia. Literally no one
Giulia: guess they are tying the loose ends
Kat: No one has thought about her in 2 years, she was a dead end
Giulia: Idk what the point was
Kat: Idk to have Jack use his powers for some reason? Surely they could have found something better
Giulia: Idk man. Between this fucking virus and jib and life and this writing, I’m very much blegh. I mean I love my boys. But
Zee: Let’s just hope they give them a decent ending and not something so lame that it will ruin everything
Nat: You love them and you want the best for them. not half-assed writing
Giulia: Yeah
Nat: lol what show have you been watching the last season
Kat: Yeah. It’ll be ruined. I have no hope of anything else
Nat: I don't have much hope but also that will maybe make me feel better when it's not as bad as I think it will be
Zee: I know but I can’t let it drag me down
Giulia: Yup
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HEY HENS ! my name’s nat & today i present to you the one, the only ... ms florence ! under the cut you’ll find a few bits & pieces i’ve come up w/ so far just so ... u kno ... we can plot or whateva 😏😏😏so if u want me to shower you w/ love, feel free to drop a big, fat LIKE or im me 😏😏😏also ... if u read this thru u will notice that ... i gave up somewhere in the middle of it ...
new york’s very own 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐃 was spotted on broadway street in 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐀'𝐒 𝐁𝐁𝐒 . your resemblance to 𝐒𝐘𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐘 is unreal . according to tmz , you just had your 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 - 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 birthday bash . while living in nyc , you’ve been labeled as being 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋 , but also 𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 . i guess being a 𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈 explains that . 3 things that would paint a better picture of you would be 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋 𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒 , 𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐄 - 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐒 & 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅 - 𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐔𝐌𝐄 . ( i seduced the director to get my first big movie role. ) & ( cis-gendered female & she / her )
𝐢. 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐬
name : florence noel brassard
dob / age : may 22nd, 1996 / twenty - two
hometown : paris , france
occupation : actress
aesthetics : pearl necklaces , femme-fatale movies , half-used bottles of perfume , lavender bouquets & satin sheets
positive traits : nurturing , logical , self-motivated , thoughtful
negative traits : vengeful , scornful , two-faced , devious
likes : morning runs , feeling accomplished , freckles , seltzer water , blueberry yogurt , random picnics
dislikes : not getting attention , impulsive decisions , being late , not taking care of herself , mess all over the place , loud voices
𝐢𝐢. 𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲
baby florence was born & raised in new york city and was immediately thrown into the world of luxury - there literally was no other outcome when your parents appeared to be, like, one of the most powerful couple in the fashion industry, owning a huge chunk of loewe, lv, berluti and etc (so basically think like antoine arnault & natalia vodianova as her parents ... thnx xxxx)
with everything being handed to the girl on a silver platter, flo’s childhood was as boring as it could be. ‘ want to attend ballet classes? we’ll arrange private ones for you with the nycb principals.’ / ‘ can’t find a dress for the event we’re throwing? here’s five custom gowns to choose from, honey. ’ / ‘ there’s a scratch on your shoes; here’s a credit card, go buy yourself three new pairs. ’ / so, basically, tl;dr, they spoiled her ROTTEN
not gonna like, flo had a phase of being a bratty, greedy & ungrateful bih at the age of 13-15 because of the people she surrounded herself with & in order to fit in, she had to have like the best of the best. tho it wasn’t like she hadn’t had any of those things already - she just started taking advantage of her parents’ generosity. it took cutting her allowance down to the minimum for a few months and a few serious conversations to get a confession out of florence and to get her to understand that people should consider your their friends for your personality and not your bank account. so basICALLY she loves her parents v v v much & treasures the relationship they built over the years.
by the time she finished high school, she was v much set on the idea of creating a name for herself. starting a business wasn’t an option bc of how influential her parents were; sports weren’t an option either bc she didn’t have any exceptional talents (fun fact: she tried out for the cheerleading team for 3 yrs in a row only to not make the cut every single time which led to her crying at lunch ... ): #poorbby). being an influencer didn’t sound right to her either, so she went with the option that probably fit her the most - the julliard !
it was quite hard getting in there, mostly due to the fact that people there didn’t exactly understand why florence wanted to get into acting. it wasn’t like she needed any additional buzz to her name or more a-list events to be in attendance of, so she did have to prove that she was noth talented & sincerely interested in pursuing the career. however, it wasn’t the hardest thing she had to do to actually become the person she is today.
studying at the julliard wasn’t enough bc it didn’t make it any easier for flo to get a role. she tried her absolute damndest, used every connection she had -- yet, nothing was working. & since going to her papa for her was in no way, shape or form an option, she resorted to the worst.
bc she knew her mother was always in charge of organizing charity galas and whatnot, florence made sure to check out a list of invitees and, much to her sheer luck, she found a few familiar names of actresses and directors who rsvp’d to the event already. the night of the gala was spent with florence circling the room, looking and acting as gorgeous and charming as ever, but nothing seemed to be working bc everyone were either uninterested or just wanted her to get their name to her parents (& that wasn’t an option). however, at the end of the night she found the one. the one who lit up her star.
she didn’t go into it without thinking all of her options. she spent weeks flitring w/ the guy, going on dates and accepting gifts - everything to make it seem as if she was truly interested in him as a person. she laughed at his jokes, enjoyed his embraces - at some point, she even felt as if she could actually end up loving him. however, the moment he offered her the role of her life (plS one day i’ll actually properly headcanon that ish ... but not rn i proMISE!), whatever feelings (or whatever resembled them ...) immediately vanished.
so ! currently bby florence is basking in the newfound limelight and making sure to move further in her career... without having to resort to seducing middle-aged dudes... :-)
𝐢𝐢𝐢. 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬
florence, like i said, isn’t exactly a multi-talented skinny legend. yea, she’s decent at skating, somewhat good at singing, is quite beautiful - nothing out of the ordinary, hence why she sometimes struggles with her confidence. and by sometimes i mean A LOT of times. but if u think she’d ever show it U R SO WRONG BABE. usually whenever she falls into her self-called pit of uncertainty and lack of confidence, florence resorts to dressing up as nicely as she can and going to the first bar that comes to her head to get a drink and attract as much attention as she can.
she also finds comfort in cooking. sure, with her daddy’s money she could eat out for breakfast, lunch, dinner and everything in between, but there’s something incredibly comforting in taking the time to cook something for herself. besides, she is very fond of the memories of her mother teaching her how to cook. and the times they’ve accidentally burned the food bc they were too busy talking abt random things :’) like bby can actually make a MEAN kedgeree !!!
since her father is french and her mother is american, florence is bilingual. she prefers speaking french over english purely bc of the beauty of the language, so sometimes she might just switch languages mid-sentence.
florence is also ambidextrous due to the fact that she broke her arm when she was 7 and had to wear a cast for a longer period of time since the bones couldn’t heal properly :-)
also ... v much a dog person. like, cats? EW, don’t talk to her. don’t even think of calling her KITTEN bc u will ... get ur ass handed to u
always and i mean ALWAYS !!!! wears a pearl necklace on her neck that her father gave her for her 18th birthday. and just hella obsessed w/ pearls and flowers. iDK why she just is ...
𝐢𝐯. 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬
obv !!! a best friend ? like, that typical ride-or-die situation where they wouldn’t hesitate to catch the bullet for the other person
maybe a friend / some friends from high school ? either they were the ones pressuring flo to take advantage of finer things and daddy’s money or ... flo could have left them for those ppl
a rival ... who had their eyes on the role florence landed ... and now there’s just a ton of anger and distaste towards each other
exes / one night stands / flirtations ... :-)
#wealthyhq:intro#「 𝒇. 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒅 ┈ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 : persona . 」#「 𝒇. 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒅 ┈ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 : spotted . 」#「 𝒇. 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒅 ┈ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 : appearance . 」#「 𝒇. 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒅 ┈ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 : interactions . 」#「 𝒇. 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒅 ┈ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 : closed . 」#「 𝒇. 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒅 ┈ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 : socials . 」#「 𝒇. 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒅 ┈ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 : twitter . 」#「 𝒇. 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒅 ┈ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 : instagram . 」#「 𝒇. 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒅 ┈ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 : answered . 」
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Lololol so I know u just wrote one but I have a desire for soft gfs Natasha nd carol. I super think they would be really really hot together but also extra soft. There’s hardly any carol x Natasha and godddd I want it. Plz write some soft smutty goodness. Maybe one looking after the othe after a tough day? Sweet and sexy bath time together lmao. Anything seriously lol.
Natasha Romanoff X Carol Danvers - DESTRESS
Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow X Carol Danvers / Captain Marvel Fanfic
Synopsis: After another tough day, Carol seems to be struggling to deal with the stress. Fortunately Natasha knows just how to help her
Warnings: smut, language (the request said sweet and looking back this isn’t particularly sweet or soft but I guess it got away from me lol)
Words: 649
Carol paced back and forth in the kitchen, opening and shutting cupboards and drawers at random, half looking for a bottle opener and half just needing a distraction as she muttered quietly under her breath.
“Assholes. Fucking assholes. Every last one of them. Assholes.”
“Who’s an asshole?”
Looking up from the ground where she was walking, Carol saw Natasha stood in the doorway to the kitchen, bottle opener in her outstretched hand and an amused expression on her face.
“Everyone.” muttered Carol, taking the opener from Natasha’s hand with a mumbled word of thanks before opening her beer and tossing the item onto the counter carelessly, “Strategy meeting today was total horse shit. Stupid ideas. Stupid fucking people. I just-“
“Hey.” interrupted Natasha, walking further into the room and placing a hand flat against Carol’s stomach to stop her from pacing, “Babe, calm down.”
“You weren’t there Nat.” grumbled Carol, pausing to tip a mouthful of beer past her lips and letting out a satisfied sigh, “No one listens to me. No one’s interested in what I want. No one cares.”
Digging her fingernails slightly further into Carol’s body, Natasha dragged them down towards the belt buckle above her jeans, “Well I care.”
Carol’s body tensed at the action, leaning back against the counter behind her and placing her beer bottle down as she kept her eyes on Natasha, the red head drawing her fingers back up along the path they had just travelled but this time slipping underneath the fabric of Carol’s shirt.
“You do?”
The raspiness to Carol’s voice told Natasha that her touch was having the desired effect, feeling abs tighten and goosebumps rise under her fingertips as she traced them back down again and nodded back at Carol. This time her thumb dipped into the front of Carol’s belt, tugging it loose and bringing her other hand forward to help undo it properly. Carol swallowed hard, breathing already getting heavier and one hand coming out to grip at the counter behind her as Natasha popped open the button of her jeans and pulled down the zipper.
Pressing kisses along the side of Carol’s jaw, Natasha started to tug on the waistband of her underwear, pulling them down with Carol’s jeans until they were at the bottom of her thighs.
When Natasha dropped to her knees in front of her, Carol huffed out a breath, grip tightening on the counter at the sight in an attempt to keep herself at least somewhat together, “Nat, you don’t have to ...”
She was given no time to finish her sentence when Natasha dipped her head forward enough to stick out her tongue and run it along the length of Carol’s pussy. The blonde moaned loud when Natasha rested one hand on her ass to hold her still and swirled her tongue more firmly over her clit. Carol’s hips were already thrusting forward to meet Natasha’s tongue, the hand that wasn’t pretty much cracking the kitchen counter under her grip coming up so she could weave her fingers through dark, red hair.
“Fuck.” groaned Carol, the sight of Natasha on her knees between her legs making her pussy clench already, “That’s it, you’re such a good girl for me.”
Natasha hummed in response and the vibrations combined with the feeling of Natasha dragging her nails down the back of her thigh made Carol visibly shudder and her fingers tighten in Natasha’s hair with a buck of her hips. Natasha simply smirked, never tiring of how responsive Carol could be whenever they found themselves like this. Running her hand back up Carol’s leg, Natasha brought it up to meet her face so she could slip a finger inside of her. Carol’s back arched at the action, pushing herself further into Natasha’s mouth and hissing out a breath.
“God you’re good at that.” muttered Carol quietly, looking down and meeting Natasha’s eye as she curled her finger and added another. Already she could feel Carol’s pussy clenching around her digits, the movement of the blonde’s hips becoming sloppier as Natasha sucked her clit into her mouth. When Natasha added a third finger and swirled her tongue over Carol’s clit, she actually struggled to stay on her feet, her hand slamming down against the counter top and a loud moan sounding throughout the room.
Reaching up to press one hand against Carol’s stomach, Natasha attempted to push her upright as she curled her fingers and flattened her tongue. She brushed it firmly over Carol’s clit before sucking it back into her mouth as she felt the blonde shudder against her mouth. A final curl of her fingers was enough for Natasha to feel Carol’s pussy tighten around them as she came with a moan of Nat’s name.
Carol was still struggling to catch her breath as Natasha rose to her feet again, chest rising and falling rapidly as she slouched back against the cabinet behind her and pushed the hair back from her face. Natasha simply grinned before grabbing the back of Carol’s neck and connecting their lips, not particularly interested in waiting for Carol to gather herself. Not that Carol minded when she was so lost in the way Natasha’s tongue slipped into her mouth so that she could taste herself.
Breaking the kiss, Natasha leaned down to grab the top of Carol’s jeans and pull them back up to her hips, “I was thinking ... maybe I could run a nice bath, we could just forget about everything else and relax.”
Carol looked down at Natasha’s hands as they started to fasten her pants back up, somewhat fascinated by the way that Natasha was almost acting like nothing had happened, “That sounds nice.”
“And then after that ...” Natasha paused as she pulled up the zipper on the jeans before smoothing her hands over Carol’s shirt to straighten it out, “We could go to bed ... and maybe, I could help you work out some of these knots.”
Carol groaned as Natasha reached up to dig her fingers into her shoulder muscles, thumbs pressing against Carol’s collar bone as she closed her eyes and tilted her neck at the pressure, “You’re amazing, you know that.”
Natasha grinned, leaning forward to press a kiss underneath Carol’s ear and lowering her voice, “And then maybe, if you’re still feeling stressed, you can just use me until you feel better.”
“Now I definitely like the sound of that.” breathed out Carol, already feeling herself getting worked up again as Natasha grazed her teeth over her jaw.
Smirking at the huskiness she could hear in Carol’s voice, Natasha pressed a sloppy kiss to her cheek and tugged on the front of Carol’s shirt as she nodded her head in the direction of the doorway, “Bathroom’s this way Danvers.”
#carolnat#carol x natasha#carol danvers x natasha romanoff#carolnat smut#natasha romanoff#carol danvers#natasha x carol#natasha romanoff x carol danvers
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This Is Nacho Normal Revenger Story (Except It Totally Is)
Chapter 8 of Life Changes (Hopefully For The Better)
Summary: When some of my high school friends pass through for the night, Bucky crashes our night out... not that I was complaining.
Warnings: My friends have no filters
Word Count: 1867
“Moral of the story is: Never trust a man carrying a box of centipedes in Moscow,” Valkyrie said just before taking a big swig of her beer.
I nodded my head, taking her advice very seriously. “But if I meet a man carrying a box of centipedes here, he’s good?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. You’ll have to let me know.”
“So that’s our lives,” Loki butted in. “How about yours? What’s new?”
I hadn’t had many friends in high school, but these four were my closest friends. The only ones I actually kept in touch with after graduation. Loki and Thor, the polar opposite brothers; Bruce, the token science nerd; and Valkyrie, our borderline alcoholic babe with a thing for guns. Never in my life did I think their drunken idea of starting a band our junior year would amount to anything, but the four of them made it work somehow.
Every time they passed through, we made sure to go out and catch up. Which mainly consisted of me listening to their adventures and misadventures, and me coming up with enough information to tide them over.
“Not much. I’m taking a semester or two off to figure out my shit, but that’s about all that’s new.”
“You can come travel with us, then!” Thor bellowed with excitement. These four were also the only people I could casually tell things to because they wouldn’t overreact like certain people in my life now. They took any changes in stride and I loved them for it.
“Tempting, but I don’t think my bank account would like that.”
“I don’t think that guy over there would like that either,” Loki said, nodding towards the bar. “He’s been glancing over here every few minutes. Looks like he’s waiting for help or something.”
I’d been so engrossed in my conversation that I hadn’t looked away from our booth for the last half hour. But I looked up and caught sight of Bucky, looking very uncomfortable talking to two women. He glanced over and I laughed at the look in his eyes. I could practically read SOS.
“Do you know that guy?”
“Yeah. Gimme a sec. I’m gonna go get him out of that situation.” I stood up and began heading over, but quickly turned back to Thor. “Hey, you got any tickets to your show tomorrow?”
With a flourish, he pulled two tickets from his jacket and handed them to me. I could always count on him carrying some around. He liked to give them away to beautiful people who came to flirt with his beautiful person.
As I walked over, I built up my excitement, preparing for my performance. By the time I made it to the trio, I was bouncing. “Hey, babe! My friend just gave me tickets to see the Revengers tomorrow night.” As if I hadn’t noticed the girls, I stepped right in front of Bucky and held the tickets out with one hand, placing my other on his chest. “I know you’re not their biggest fan, but you have to go with me. It’s my birthday. You can’t say no.”
His hands curled around the small of my back and he pulled me into him with a grin. “And what if I already made plans for your birthday?”
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I went up on my toes to press a kiss to his lips. “I’ll make it up to you if you push those plans. I really want to see them. With you.”
“You’ll make it up to me, huh?”
“I promise—” quick kiss “—you won’t regret—” another kiss “—coming to—” one more kiss “—the concert.”
“Fine, but you owe me.”
“I’ll start making it up to you tonight. Promise. Now, come on, or Loki’ll eat all the nachos before you get a chance to have any.”
Still not even acknowledging the women who had Bucky cornered, I grabbed his hand and pulled him away. When we were a few steps away, he fell into step beside me and wrapped his arm around my waist. “Thanks for that. They weren’t letting me go.”
“I never pegged you for a guy who got cornered in a bar. Sure, people are gonna come flirt with you. But you’re smooth enough to get away.”
He scoffed. “Not with those two.”
“Mmm. Lucky I was around to save you.”
“I’m gonna have to keep you around.”
“Eh. I think I can handle it. You’re pretty easy on the eyes. Now c’mon. I wasn’t kidding about the nachos.”
He slowed his walk. “I don’t wanna intrude on your friends’ night. I know they don’t come through that often and—”
“You’re coming. That’s final. As soon as you sit down, they’ll accept you right away. It’ll be like you were always a part of the group. Really. I want you there.” He still looked torn, so I ran my hands up his chest and carded them through his hair. I was so glad he was growing it out. “’Sides, they picked me up from my apartment earlier, so my car’s still there. This way, they don’t have to drive all the way across town then back to their hotel. I’ll just catch a ride with you and we can get my car in the morning.”
A smile of surrender lit his face and we finally made it back to the booth. I hip-checked Loki further into the corner booth so there was just enough room for me and Bucky. “Guys, this is my friend Bucky. Buck, this is Thor, Loki, Val, and Bruce.”
“Friend?” Loki asked dubiously.
Val rolled her eyes. “Lay off it, man. It’s nice to meet you, Bucky. You have the kind of lips I could make out with for hours.”
“Don’t even think about it, Val,” I mumbled flatly, completely used to her. It wasn’t even her flirting. She was merely stating a fact. Individually, no one in this group had a filter. They said whatever came to mind. But put them all together? It somehow became even worse. Boundaries? What are those?
“Cool arm, where’d you get it?” Thor asked.
Once again… no boundaries. Bucky shifted slightly and I looked up to see a flash of uncomfortableness flicker in his eyes before he covered it up, but it was enough to put me on the defensive. I may be used to them, but he wasn’t.
“Uh, Sokovia.”
And a slight hush fell over the table. A rare moment of serious sobriety. One that needed to end. “Well,” I started, “Technically you didn’t get the arm until you got back from Sokovia. So, technically, you got it in America.”
“Take your goddamn epi-pen and technicalities and get outta here,” he mumbled, a grin pushing away any anxiety Thor’s question caused.
“Oh my god. You watched John Mulaney. Fucking finally!”
“Steve and I never knew what you and Nat were talking about, so we figured why not?” He turned to address the rest of the group. “Whenever she and Nat are together, it’s like fucking coded conversation.”
“Not coded for anyone who’s seen his shit. We’ve been telling you guys to watch it for weeks.”
The conversation quickly devolved into a rash of John Mulaney jokes and off-the-wall references from Valkyrie. At some point, Loki complained that he was squished, so I ended up in Bucky’s lap to make more space for the lovable asshole. Considering how exactly a week ago, Bucky and I had only taken our… relationship? Arrangement? Whatever we had… public enough to do body shots at a party, the fact that I was sitting on his lap in a crowded bar with his hand slowly inching towards my inner thigh was pretty astonishing.
And that PDA shtick I’d done to get him away from the leech girls was completely out of character for me too.
Nat was right. I was changing more than even I’d realized. But I kinda liked it. This new Y/N was someone that her mother would hate, and someone that her father would have been proud of.
But, more than that, this Y/N was someone that liked herself. Someone who could sit at a table full of friends, joking, laughing, drinking, throwing chips at Thor, and not be worried that word would get back to the wrong person and darken her future.
This new Y/N held all the cards to her life.
And you can bet your ass I was going to play the game the way I wanted.
“You sure you don’t want to come with us?” Thor offered again later that night when we were standing outside, by their van.
“We’ve got room next to this silent idiot,” Val said, affectionately shoving Bruce.
“Don’t let him fool you,” I said to Bucky. “Bruce might have been quiet tonight, but he’s really not quiet.”
“Neither are you, doll,” he winked, dodging my half-hearted slap.
“Uh-huh,” Loki mumbled. “Friends.”
“I would come with you guys in a heartbeat. But someone’s gotta stick around to get this heartthrob out of awkward situations with beautiful women. I’m coming to your show tomorrow night, though. Who do I talk to, to get backstage afterwards?”
“I’ll leave your name with Ralph,” Bruce promised.
“Ralph. Got it. Now you guys skedaddle. You’ve got a show to prepare for, and I’ve got some manners to beat into Bucky here.”
“Right,” Loki said, once again deadpanning with a raised eyebrow and he looked between me and Bucky. “Your friend.”
“Lay off it,” Val shoved him closer to the van. “Or I’ll start talking about Rosie.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“It was the summer before eighth grade and Loki here decided he wanted to try out something new and—” Valkyrie’s dramatic story was cut off by Loki’s hand over her mouth.
A few minutes passed before the four of them managed to pile into their van and drive away. As soon as they were out of sight, I hit Bucky on his right shoulder.
“What was that for?”
“I can so be quiet.”
And he had the nerve to laugh. That bastard. “You’ve never been quiet with me.”
“I’ve never had a reason to. But I know I can be quiet. Just… just need the right incentive.”
“Oh?” He wrapped his arm around my waist, slipping his hand under my shirt as we walked down the street to where he parked his motorcycle. “And what kind of incentive would that be?”
I’m sure there was some reason… something… It would have to be something or somewhere where being caught would—
With my arms wrapped around his, I pulled him off our course and towards a dark alley that seemed to be devoid of any lurkers.
“Y/N, what are you—”
“I bet you I can be quiet when it’s either that, or being caught and brought up on charges of public indecency.” In the darkness, I could only see the glint of a faraway light off his eyes, but it was enough. I wrapped my arms around his neck and stepped up closer until my lips were brushing at his. “Whaddya say, Barnes? Up for a little back-alley action?”
NEXT CHAPTER: Confessionals Between Sheets Are So Much Scarier Than Confessionals In A Church (by P!ATD)
#buckyxreader#bucky barnes x reader#james buchanan barnes#james buchanan barnes x reader#bucky barnes x reader au#marvel fanfiction#fluff
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My Endgame writeup or whatever
Okay
I’m gonna try to go in order of what I can remember. I might not hit on everything. Up front I will say—it played better than actually reading the spoilers did. But is that even saying much? I don’t know. I have a very strange feeling about all of it and I absolutely have not processed it yet. I just keep coming back to this thought—I just don’t know. I genuinely don’t know
- I loved the Nebula and Tony bits on the Benatar. He was such a sweet, sweet calming dad. I wanted more of all this. They rushed through it.
- Uh. How did Carol know. Why did they skip her finding out where he was? I need more lol. I also wanted the scene where she originally arrived. Don’t assume shit about us, Marvel, just don’t skip important scenes.
- Side note: the pacing in the beginning is....bad. Really bad lol.
- I liked the Tony arriving back bit. I like everything about Robert’s performance here. How he said “I lost the kid” with such emotion (though does Steve know who he’s talking about?)
- Next scene was some of the BEST work I’ve ever seen out of Robert. Seeing him so skinny like that was horrifying. The look on his face when he saw Peter on the screen. Ripping out the IV, everything he said to Steve, pulling out the housing unit and dropping it in Steve’s hand and then collapsing. Oscar reel. That’s my baby and I’m proud. Damn.
- “up until a couple minutes ago I thought you were a build a Bear” lmfao
- uhhhhh the killing Thanos.....yeah whatever. It was weird. And annoying.
- If I could rewrite this movie, the five years later is exactly where I would start :) A misstep, in my opinion. I don’t believe Tony would trust himself to have a child after losing one.
- “your mom never wears stuff I get her” lol
- kid is super super cute but not a good actress. I had no idea what she was talking about most of the time because she spoke so low.
- Paul Rudd fucking nailed every single scene he was in. He was amazing and a star player to me. His face in the Cassie scene. So good.
- Nat was great in every moment she had.
- The scene with the photo. God. Tony was so absolute in his opinion—he was not going to do this time travel heist. It was risking too much. No way. Get out of my house if you’re gonna talk that way. But then that picture. He takes one look at it, this dead kid that still holds such a big piece of his heart. And the next scene he’s cracking time travel.
- Pepper probably always knew this was a possibility. Their conversation made me cry.
- I hate professor hulk. It’s so stupid. Hate it lol.
- Thor just...made me sad. He wasn’t a joke to me. He was so obviously devastated and sad and just....not himself. He couldn’t forgive himself. It hurt to see him like that.
- Love when Tony drives up so fast and gives Steve his shield back.
- Here comes my favorite parts of the movie honestly. I love the whole team figuring shit out stuff once they were all together again. Tony and Nat laying on the table together with pillows. Everyone eating snacks and talking. This is the kind of shit I wanted ALL. ALONG.
- I felt offended when they were trying to explain the time travel to the audience. It’s so obviously bullshit. It creates massive, massive plotholes and it’s bad. Bad.
- But I enjoyed it lmao. The 2012 stuff was so wonderful. The Hulk getting mad and wanting to smash the elevator and Tony being like “stop, stop” lmao. Tony checking out Steve’s ass. Steve checking out his own ass. 2012!Steve saying “I can do this all day” and our Steve being like “yeahIKNOW”. Scott giving 2012!Tony a mini heart attack and 2012!Thor being so concerned lol.
- Steve and Tony journeying to 1970 was great and I adore them being a team a lot. But I’m not here for the redeeming Howard. Don’t like that guy. Don’t. Like him. Only glad it gives Tony a bit of closure.
- Uh Nat and Clint killed me. I was a wreck. They were my original ship and that just....I really miss her and she didn’t deserve that. My beautiful girl.
- The scene when they’re back and discussing her death was so hard. Thor particularly hurt me with how he couldn’t accept it.
- I knew the whole last bit was coming and it just felt like this sense of impending doom. I hate that it happened, I hate that that dickhead came out of nowhere right when they were fixing shit.
- Okay. The last battle was really good. Steve with the hammer was great. But I wanted Tony to do more. They didn’t let him do enough there at all. I loved the shot of the big three looking at Thanos before they started to approach.
- Everyone cheered and freaked out when the dusted started coming back. Peter got the biggest cheer.
- That little sweet angel running over to Tony and picking him up. Starting rambling on about what happened because he’s got to fill his dad in. Tony looking at him LIKE THAT, just....struck by the fact that he’s back, unchanged, right here, in front of him. His kid. The kid that made him want to have kids. The hug was gorgeous. So sweet how Peter was like “this is nice”.
- Loved the ladies bit and Peter just like :o
- Pepper in her suit. So cool. I wanted more.
- Peter protecting the gauntlet. I love you angel baby. He was so good.
- The whole fight for the gauntlet right there in the end was so tense. I thought I would hate Tony’s last line because reading that felt contrived but it worked because of the way he said it. I didn’t like how long it took Thanos and his army to dust away. I thought it took away from Tony a little bit.
- The death was. Awful. It was better than I thought it would be, because he did get to whisper “hey babe” to Pepper, hold her hand, smile a little. Peter broke my fucking heart. But I hate the whole “you can rest now”. Pepper would fight for her man to the ends of the earth. It’s clear to me that they wanted to do this for shock and to subvert our expectations. It didn’t need to happen. It really didn’t. Like someone wrote on here, he could have lost his arm and it would have been shocking but we could have still.....saved him. It was so hard to see him like that. I was crying so hard I couldn’t really see much of it honestly lol. But I saw enough. It hurt like hell. It’s one of the worst if not THE worst death I’ve ever witnessed on screen.
- I went kinda catatonic after that. I don’t remember details. I was really mad that they put those words in Tony’s mouth about happy endings and not always getting that even if you want it. Fuck u russos and writers. Was Peter in the room for the message? Idk. He should have been.
- Annoyed they tried to make Thor be funny after that goddamn memorial.
- “proof tony stark has a heart” lord they really had to......hurt me in that way again.
- Uh the Steve ending is a huge, huge disservice to him. He’d never. He’d never lol. That means he ignores all these events he could stop. Yes, Russos, it fucking does mean that. That’s what u did to captain America.
- Like I read on @jess-b-thot’s blog, this movie should have fucking ended with Tony’s face, not Steve’s. It’s Tony’s story. Not Steve’s.
Ummmm when RDJ’s title card came up the whole theater stood and clapped. I was still crying. I cried so loud it was so embarrassing. I don’t really know how I’m feeling now. @whimsicalethnographies has said the word ‘adrift’ and that feels right. It definitely had some moments I enjoyed, but it was not a worthy ending. Tony was spectacular throughout and continually reminded me of why he’s my favorite and why I’ll just MISS him so desperately. Everything he says is memorable, everything he does is important. I want to etch every expression on his face into my heart. He also looked so beautiful and I just cried whenever I saw him because I can’t imagine that beautiful, precious man being gone. It’s a horrifying thought. He’s just so important, the beating heart of this universe, and they killed him for an emotional shock. That’s why I can’t accept it or accept this movie. They shouldn’t have done it. He deserves the ending Steve got. And since this was his last movie, he should have gotten WAY more to do in that last battle. That was a Steve fest. Moral of the story, Tony deserved better. But that was always the story. Tony deserved the world but the world didnt deserve him.
And yes, Iron Dad is canon. Tony would have stayed in that life he made, but he saw that picture and he couldn’t. If there was even a chance of bringing the kid back, he had to take it. Tony’s love for Peter saved the universe. I hope Peter knows that the whole world was saved because of him. Everyone is back because of him. And Tony is gone because he loved Peter enough to change the fabric of time and space to get him back.
They deserved more time.
#endgame spoilers#my thoughts#long post#aka i’m devastated#idk how to BE#and ffh can never address this well enough for me
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Idk anything happy or fluffy with tony
okay fam u got it
Every single time Tony got coffee from Stars and Stripes, there was a barista with a murder face. Now this wasn’t a bad thing: Pepper had the same type of thing going on, but it was usually at night because she was a Morning Person.
His nametag read James. He had a prosthetic, an apron that had chocolate syrup on it at all times and a pin that read “Don’t Ask Me,” and one time exited with a leather jacket on.
Tony should not have a crush on a barista that he only sees for like ten minutes.
But he does. Because one time, James smiled, and It Was All Shit From There.
Rhodey laughs at him when they’re at the drive-thru, blasting AC/DC, and Tony turns it down to order his signature black coffee with two sugars. It’s ninety degrees outside, Rhodey ordered a cup that was “mostly ice, a little bit of coffee,” and James knows him.
“This is Tony, isn’t it?”
Tony yelps, says yes, and nearly drives on grass to avoid being seen.
“You lameass bi.”
“Shut up, Rhodey.” He just laughs, because Rhodey is the Worst.
James gets their orders, Tony gives him the customary three dollar tip, and is still blasting AC/DC. “I like the music.”
James decides that his Stupid Crush on a customer named Tony gets progressively worse in fall. It turns cold, everyone wants nasty pumpkin things, and Tony wears sweaters.
This is a bad move, because Tony looks insanely good in sweaters. Some taper his body, showing off an impressive physique. Some are oversized and Tony is sleepy and shit.
But then it happens.
He comes in wearing a leather jacket, and damn if Bucky doesn’t have a thing for leather jackets. Especially with Tony, who has the windswept hair, a slightly tired look, and hands that are covered in ink.
“I have not gotten sleep in two days, I’m about to make it three out of spite,” Tony says with a yawn. “Coffee with three shots of espresso, pretty please James?” He snorts, only doing one.
“You’re gonna need sleep at some point, Tones.” They both freeze a little.
And then the Best/Worst thing happens.
They get invited to the same wedding.
Usually, Tony would a.) hide in the building and wait it out, or b.) literally just drive away and go forge a new identity somewhere in Europe. But, as the case may be, he knows that the bride, Nat, would murder him if he left her wedding without saying goodbye, making a new identity, and not even send her and Maria a postcard.
Also, James is in the wedding party. He’s the Maid of Honor on Natasha’s side.
“Oh god, it’s Coffee Boy,” Rhodey says. “This wedding just got a lot better and a lot gayer. This is excellent.”
“Rhodey do you just thrive off my drama?”
“Yes, it’s what fuels me.”
“Remind me to sign up for yoga classes then, I want you to die.” Rhodey rolls his eyes.
“You don’t want me to die, I’m the only one who can possibly get ID papers that pass CIA inspection.”
“Oh, worm?”
“You know what, I’ll die instead. Thanks for the opportunity, I’ll pay for the yoga classes.”
James is internally panicking–thank god for his neutral face–because Tony is there in a gray suit, and he looks really good, shit–
Well, he can’t exactly have a funeral at Nat’s wedding. She would murder him at the honeymoon for a wedding gift.
“You know someone?” Maria asks as soon as all the celebrations are done and over with for the ceremony.
“You literally just got married and you’re trying to be nosy?.”
“What can I say? Marriage hasn’t changed me much.”
“We’re in the first five minutes, babe,” Nat says. “Also I want to repaint our house. How do we feel about black?”
“You’d attract too many emo kids, I veto.”
“Disappointed, but should’ve known. Accepted veto.”
“You guys are so fucking weird,” James mutters. “I’m gonna go get a drink, since you made the mistake of having an open bar with me, a local sad man, at your wedding.” Maria laughs, but the happy couple leaves them be.
Tony saunters up the same time. Shit.
He actually doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do in this situation. James is looking at the menu, will see him, and Tony is the Biggest Fool of the Century.
“Surprised you didn’t hop over and make the drink yourself,” Tony says. James turns, smiles.
“Surprised that you’re even here, if I’m bein’ completely honest.”
“Right back at you. What you having?”
Conversation flows. Tony talks about how he’s a mechanic/engineer, which sounds cool, and Bucky says he also works at a tattoo shop, which delights Tony.
They talk about memes, Bucky’s friend Sam, and Rhodey, who keeps stealing rolls when no one is looking.
By the end, Tony gets tips on better coffee, laughs, and a phone number. All in all, not a bad wedding.
#lovelyirony writes#this singlehandedly broke me out of a writing slump so thank u#i'm sorry that ur cat died but i hope this makes you feel a bit better#i tried to make it better#rhodey is an ASS who profits off tony's dramatic feelings#sam wilson is also an asshole and unfortunately was not featured in this story#because i am a goddamn Fool#tony stark#bucky barnes#winteriron#natasha romanoff#maria hill#blackhill#natmaria#i love that ship so i wrote it in#also yeah tony gets black coffee in the summertime#he isn't a little bitch
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