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imtryingbuck · 5 months

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Green paint

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Summary: babysitting Morgan with Steve gets a little bit out of control.

Word count: 1,637

Warnings: fluff

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“The number for the hotel is this one, the number for the restaurant we’ll be at is here, and this is her physicians numb- Y/n are you even listening?” Pepper asks as she notices you staring off.

“Yeah you said the number for hotel, restaurant and the morgue is on this nice fancy piece of paper”.

“You’re hilarious you know?”

“I know, look Pep it’s not the first time I’ve had the pleasure of babysitting Carly so don’t worry”

“Who the hell is Carly?” Tony asks as he walks in with your boyfriend, Steve.

“Umm your daughter, Pep sorry to tell you this but your husbands losing his mind”

“Doll stop winding them up” Steve chuckles coming over to you.

“I can’t help it, anyways I say this in the most nicest way possible but you two leave, eat food that cost way more than my apartment and top it off by having mind blowing s-“

“Alright alright we’re leaving Jesus Christ” Pepper practically shouts.

Tony hands Pepper her coat and purse as he calls for Morgan to come and say goodbye.

“Be good and we love you” Pepper says kissing her daughters cheek.

“Who me or auntie Y/n?” Morgan asks with her eyebrow slightly raised.

“Both.” Tony laughs.

The moment the door closes Morgan grips your hand in hers and drags you to her play room, talking a mile a minute.

“-then we’ll play dress up and then we’ll play with my dolls and-“

“Morg slow down sweetie” you say chuckling at the six year old.

“-and we’ll have nuggets and fries and…where’s uncle Stevie?”

“I’m here sweetheart, I was getting your juice for you”. He says and sure enough he had a juice box and a drink for the two of you.

“Thanks uncle Stevie”

“You’re welcome, so what’s the plan tonight then girlies?”

As Morgan retells her plans to him you stand and watch as the six foot super solider holds a pink bunny teddy in his hands, getting ready to hold the elephant teddy as Morgan hands them to him. You couldn’t help but take your phone out of your pocket and snap a few photos of him.

“What are you doing pretty girl?” He asks you after being handed the elephant and now crocodile teddy.

“Oh nothing pretty boy” winking at him as his cheeks start to turn a little shade of red.

Playing dress ups were done after 30 minutes as Morgan got bored of it.

Then you three played doctors, it was your turn to be the patient. You only went to the pretend hospital with a really bad tummy ache and left with an amputated leg. Thanks to Doctor Morgan and her assistant Steve - I wouldn’t recommend going there, ever.

Playing with her dolls was over with pretty quickly as all the dolls were tired and needed a nap.

Steve left Morgan’s playroom - which looked more like a toy store - to make dinner for the three of you, leaving you and Morgan sitting on the very comfortable bean bags.

“Auntie Y/n can I ask you something?”

“Of course pudding”

“When will you and uncle Stevie have babies?“

Ah the good old question your asked constantly now you’ve been dating Steve for five years. Explaining to adults was easy, it mainly consists of you telling them to mind their own business - not necessarily that politely - but explaining it to a six year old? That’s new territory, she’s never asked it before.

“I’m not sure sweetheart” is all you can say.

“Do you like babies?”

“No”

“Why?”

“Because they’re smelly”

“I wasn’t smelly” she laughs.

“Morg you was the smelliest baby in the whole world!”

Her cheeks puffed out as the smile grew more and more “no I wasn’t”

“I’m not lying to you”

“Auntie Y/n, where do babies come from?”

Oh boy. This whole conversation was throwing you off.

“Aliens” you even winced at your own reply.

“Aliens?” She raises her eyebrow reminding you so much of her father.

“Yep. Aliens come and drop off babies to parents”

“How do they make them?”

This girl was killing you.

“Magic?”

“Magic.” She gives you a deadpan look as you nod.

The second you heard Steve call for you two, you practically ran out of the room.

During dinner Morgan told Steve all about where babies came from and how they were made, his eyes looked over at you and with a straight face you nodded, agreeing with the girl.

“Auntie Y/n uncle Stevie” Morgan’s voice trailed down the corridor.

“What’s up?” You asked as you walked down to where she was.

“It’s time to paint”.

“Oh sweetie I don’t think that’s a good idea” Steve says softly.

It wasn’t. The last time you three painted together things…kinda got a little out of hand. Paint was everywhere. All over the floor, walls and even the ceiling.

Tony and Pepper weren’t happy.

“But please uncle Stevie!”

“Maybe if we do damage control it won’t be as bad as last time?” You asked, the pleading in Morgan’s voice chipped away at your heart.

“Babe, we said that last time”

“It’s okay uncle Stevie. I’ll sit in the corner” you both watch as she walks over to the corner and sits down with a huff.

“I’m not giving in Y/n!”

“Nope neither am I…but she looks so sad”

“Alright fine! But the moment things get out of hand we put everything away okay!”

“Yes yes thank you uncle Stevie your the best”

Steve places a kiss to her forehead and watches as she goes to her paint stand, pulling tub and tub out. “I was talking to you too doll”.

“I’ll behave, scouts honour”.

The three of you had been painting for well over an hour, showing each other your paintings after you finished them.

You were adding the last little bit of detail to your latest masterpiece when you felt something splattering across your face.

“Was…that…what…I…think…it…is” looking up from your work to Steve and Morgan who both sit there trying to contain their laughter.

“I won’t ask again you two”

“It’s paint auntie Y/n” Morgan bursts out laughing.

“I’m sorry doll but she told me to do it”

“Yo-you threw paint at me? Steven!”

“Oh oh you’re in trouble” Morgan sings looking towards Steve.

“Babe, Morgan told me to d-“

You cut him off with flicking your brush at him, leaving pink splashes of paint on his face.

He actually had the audacity to looked shocked whilst you smirked.

Morgan’s laughter filled the whole room but she too falls victim when you and Steve flick paint at her.

All three of you come to a stand-off. Eyes bouncing from one another. Armed and ready with paint. Silently daring each other to be the first one to make a move.

Morgan’s the first one to attack.

Brushes were long gone as hands were going into the larger tubs so you can get your next victim easier.

The screams and laughter fills the whole penthouse.

You stalked towards Morgan who was laughing whilst pleading for you not to get her, you was about to reach out for her when her eyes went wide, bouncing from you and behind you. Her arms went out and she started muttering.

Deciding to look behind you, you see your ever so loving boyfriend smiling at you.

When you see his hands it becomes your turn for your eyes to open wide like saucers and you’re moving away from Morgan.

His hands are dripping in green paint.

"Do not touch me!" You speak lowly.

“I wasn’t”

“I mean it Steve do not touch me!”

“I wasn’t!”

“Back up. Now, Steve!”

Morgan stands there eyes still wide and in fact they somehow grow even more. She doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She’s finding the whole situation funny, her aunt and uncle slowly moving around the room - her auntie trying to escape her uncle whilst he tries to catch her - at six years old she’s smart, she knows that if her uncle puts his green hands on her auntie it’s going to take her auntie forever to get it all off.

“I’m not doing anything baby!”

“Morgan…give me some more paint” Morgan listens and finally moves, going straight for the pink paint. “Thanks sweetie”.

“Babe you’re overreacting, I wasn’t going to do anything”

“Ov-overreacting? How dare you!”

Morgan watches as her favourite auntie and uncle move closer to each other now that Y/n had more paint to her hands. Even though she’s six years old she knows, she knows that after tonight she won’t be seeing the pair for a few weeks.

You and Steve were about to pounce on each other when you feel cold liquid drenching the pair of you.

Shocked you look to the side where Morgan stands with a grimace on her face. The now empty tub of green paint tightly held in her hands.

Before anyone can say anything the door comes open and a scream breaks the silence.

Pepper.

“Oh my… I think I’m having a heart attack!”

The three of you had gotten so carried away with the battle you were in that you didn’t realise how much paint was getting everywhere.

It was so much worse than last time.

So much worse.

“That was so fun auntie and uncle, we should do it again next time”

You, Steve and Morgan are in different parts of the room. Scrubbing and cleaning up all the now dried paint off.

“There’s not going to be a next time” Tony’s voice says but looking around the room you don’t see him. “Top left corner” you could practically hear the eye roll he did.

And that’s when you see it. The camera.

“Back to work!”

~ banner credit goes to @sweetpeapod ~

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margowritesthings · 1 year

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The Greatest Gift A Cowboy Could Ask For

a @rdrevents winter gift exchange for @cowboydisaster

SERIES MASTERLIST

pairing: Arthur Morgan x pregnant!f!reader word count: 3215 words warnings: teeth-rotting fluff, pregnant reader, labour, birth a/n: Bea! i cannot BELIEVE i got you for my winter exchange but i was SO HAPPY when the email came through! I tried to combine all three of your prompts and then proceeded to lie to you for a month about what i was writing for gift exchange whoops

anyway, merry christmas my love! this year i met you and im so glad i did! you're such a lovely soul and such a talented writer and i hope you enjoy this!! <3

tagging: @cowboydisaster @cassidylynnj @inkandbloodbound @counteveryfreckle @reaveries @elifsukirdaghehe @musicallisto

It’s the smell that wakes you up, that sweet aroma you instantly recognise as drinking chocolate. For a moment, it disorients you, because Pearson never has drinking chocolate in, but your eyelashes soon flutter open and your mind registers that you’re right where you should be: yours and Arthur’s shared tent. You’re alone, the bed beside you cold enough to know that Arthur has been up for a while, so you reach over to the gold pocket watch you stole from that poker player with the shifty eyes in Blackwater all those months back, finding the time to be 37 minutes past 9.

“Shit…” You’ve slept in. Normally, you’d lurch up, throwing on your boots and clothes and rushing out to catch up on chores, but you physically can’t anymore. Your swollen belly restricts any and all quick movements, that usual ache waking up and settling right in your spine. It’ll stay there all day, it always does nowadays.

It’ll be worth it, you reassure yourself, imagining Arthur holding his child, the one you made with him, in those big strong arms, loving it unconditionally, and the ache somehow doesn’t seem so bad, after all. There’s a weird feeling that remains that you can’t quite put your finger on, but you can ignore it enough to get on with your day, you think.

Slowly, you sit up, wrapping a woollen blanket around your shoulders to protect you from the chill of the December air. When Ms. Grimshaw found out you were pregnant, she hounded Dutch until he set you and Arthur a proper tent up, which your eyes scan over now. The cup of chocolate is still steaming and when you wrap your hands around it, the heat radiates through your hands and settles in your core when you sip. It tastes so good, the rarity of such a treat only making it better. You smile to yourself, picturing Arthur leaving it there for you to wake up with and sneaking around as to not wake you, the big old brute.

It takes you far too long to get ready nowadays, but in time you do, pulling three pairs of socks over your swollen ankles to protect your feet from the cold. Your boots are tricky to get on thanks to your 8 month bump, but you eventually manage to do it and stand up all by yourself. What a morning of achievement. And all before 10AM… just about.

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The snow crunches under your feet as you pull your coat tighter around you and step outside onto Horseshoe Overlook. Your breath dances in the air whenever you exhale while surveying the camp and your brows knit together when you don’t spot Arthur. You can see his horse by the hitching posts, munching from the trough, but Diesel, your own steed, is nowhere to be seen. You’re not concerned, Arthur has started alternating between Diesel and his mare since you became too pregnant to ride him yourself, but that doesn’t stop you from missing the both of them.

“Auntie y/n!” As usual, you hear Jack before you see him and you just about jump out of your skin when you feel his little arms hug around your leg. You have no idea how he manages to sneak up on you every damn time, and by god does it make you nervous for when your own child can crawl out of sight, but you laugh nonetheless, ruffling his hair like you so often do when you see him.

“Y’alright there, Jack?” You look down to the boy, actually having to peer over your belly to see him beaming up at you.

“Yep! Santa’s coming tomorrow and mama said if I’m good and I put one of my socks outside tonight I’ll get presents.” He’s so excited he can hardly stay still, releasing his hold on you to shuffle from foot to foot restlessly. Looking at Jack, you can see your future. You see Arthur reading Christmas stories to your own son or daughter before bed and bribing them with presents every time they misbehave in the entire month of December. The magic of Christmas is alight in Jack’s innocent little eyes, unburdened by any of the shit the adult members of the Van der Linde gang have to worry about. And you just can’t wait to share that magic with your own little family.

“Is that so?” You raise an eyebrow questioningly at Jack, crossing your arms and resting them on your belly gently,

“Uh huh! She said we have to leave room at the hitchin’ post for his reindeer, too. I told Uncle Arthur so he leaves space when he gets back with Diesel.” Now he’s stepped back, you can see just how red the tip of Jack’s nose is, despite the four scarves Abigail seems to have wrapped him in.

“You saw Uncle Arthur this mornin’?” Your curiosity piques at the mention of your husband and his curious ongoings. Jack nods, but looks off to the side, much less eager to talk about this subject.

“Uh huh. But he made me promise not to tell you where he went.” He can’t seem to fight off the smile pulling at his near-blue lips and it's goddamn adorable, but it doesn’t stop you from at least attempting to corrupt this child’s promise, planting your hands on your hips.

“Oh, yeah? What about if I had a word with Santa for you, huh? Ask if he can bring ya’ an extra chocolate bar?”

So this is what it’s come to, huh?

Bribing a 10 year old…

Forshame, Mrs. Morgan.

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It’s another hour before you find out where Arthur is. Jack doesn’t break under interrogation and you make a mental note to let his Uncle Dutch know what an asset he is to the gang. Pearson makes you bacon and eggs even though you missed breakfast on orders from both Arthur and Grimshaw to never let you go hungry in your condition. The strange feeling from when you woke up doesn’t seem to budge even with a full stomach, but that thought is pushed out of your head when you see a dog, covered in snow, burst past Charles keeping watch and come barreling towards you. You don’t have time to react or figure out what the hell is going on before there are wet paws on your lap and a fluffy, panting smile only inches away from your face.

“MOOSE! Get back here, Moose!” Arthur’s voice bellows through the camp and you can hear Diesel's gallop, but you can’t seem to see anything but dog as the hound in front of you grabs the last piece of bacon from your plate and begins licking your face.

Somehow, Arthur runs over to you and grabs who you assume to be Moose, picking him up with an ease that only his strong arms could take. You seem to be frozen in shock, your mind working triple speed to catch up with your surroundings.

Okay, what can you feel?

My face is wet.

What can you see?

My husband, holding a 50lb dog like it’s a baby.

What about smell?

Not sure, but it definitely isn’t my last piece of bacon.

“God, darlin’, are you alright? Did he hurt’cha?” Arthur’s concern is evident, wrinkling his forehead with worry as he puts the dog back on the floor, who has considerably calmed now that there is no more bacon. Arthur takes a few strides before he’s in front of you, kneeling beside you to take your face in his huge gloved hands and wildly scan his eyes over your features.

“I’m fine, I’m fine. The only casualty was my breakfast.” At 8 months pregnant, it’s hard not to find that completely and utterly tragic, but at least your baby is safe.

“That damn dog… I should’a listened when the guy told me he’s got a mind of his own.” Satisfied of a lack of wounds to your person, Arthur stands, holding out both hands to help you up too. You fall into his embrace perfectly, finally feeling the relief of the first contact with your beloved for the day. It makes everything feel that much better, that much safer in his arms that you hum contentedly.

“Mornin’, sweetheart.” Arthur whispers into your hair, placing a kiss right atop your head, “Good morning…” you sigh out, basking in the bubble that’s forming around the two of you, as if you’re the only ones in the world. “Thanks for the chocolate this morning.”

“My pleasure.”

You both stay there for a while, swaying in your embrace, until you eye what’s going on around you and have to break the moment.

“...Arthur?” “Yeah?” “Why is there a dog eatin’ one of Dutch’s books?” “Ah shit… Moose! NO.” Arthur all but barks, his arms slipping from your waist to retrieve Moose. He slips a rope around Moose’s collar, which seems to calm him quite a bit, enough to be able to lead him back over to you. Now the excitement has died down, Moose sits beside Arthur, doting up at you with the epitome of ‘puppy dog eyes’.

Alright… it’s pretty damn cute.

And when Arthur sheepishly rubs the back of his neck, you know he’s yours. You can read your husband like a book.

“I, uh… The other month y’said you’ve always wanted a dog, and I figured it'd be easier to get a dog then a baby rather than the other way around and… and well you’re giving me so much this year, more than I can ever repay and… well, merry christmas, Mrs. Morgan.” His nervous ramblings that only you seem to have the ability to enable are a pleasure to watch. They grow your grin by the second, as does the goofiest dog you’ve ever seen smiling up at you. You’re so happy you could burst, though you certainly wouldn’t want to in your state. You’re completely speechless for a second.

“You’re… you’re not mad, are ya?” “I mean, I ain’t never heard’a somethin’ so bold as gettin’ a new dog a month before givin’ birth, but no. I… I love him. Thank you, Arthur.” You reach onto your tiptoes to throw your arms around his neck as best you can with a baby between you, kissing Arthur with enough force for him to drop the makeshift leash in complete distraction. Moose feels his release happen and runs off again, this time finding and chasing Jack around in circles while he laughs madly. Arthur snakes an arm around your waist and you feel your head fit perfectly into the crook of his neck while you watch the chaos.

“How’re y’feelin’ today? Still achin’?” “Uh huh… But I’m okay. Feel a little weird, but I think that’s normal at this stage.” You reply honestly, feeling the smallest bit of relief from the thumb circling your lower back.

“Well, take it easy, alright? I’ve done chores enough for the both of us.”

“Alright… Thank you.” You sigh, actually rather missing the hustle. You’re a ranch girl at heart who isn’t used to just sitting around, your decreasing list of things you can actually do nowadays getting more frustrating by the day.

“Not long to go now till we meet her now, angel.” “We don’t know for sure it’s a girl, cowpoke.”

“I know… I just gotta feelin’.”

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Later that evening, everyone in camp is sitting around the fire breathing like dragons as they sing christmas carols to Javier’s guitar and you’re tucked under Arthur’s arm, cuddling into him to keep warm. You’re pretty sure Moose hasn’t left Jack’s side all day. Not since he slipped him an entire bowl of stew at dinner, at least.

The strange feeling of pressure that has been building in your abdomen all day hasn’t yet relented, but you haven’t yet found good enough cause to worry anyone about it. You’re 8 months along, surely you’re supposed to feel weird?

You’re the only one close enough to Arthur to know that he has absolutely no idea what the words to this song are. He’s mumbling along to the general tune, sounding a lot like Uncle’s slurs after a few too many whiskies. It takes everything in you to not snicker at his poor attempt to guess how many of which kind of bird or performer or… maid(?) this songwriter got for Christmas, especially when you’re pretty sure you hear the words ‘seven fish-a-shittin’ leave his lips.

Everything is one fat man in a red suit away from being the perfect picturesque Christmas Eve, which you’re about to point out to Arthur when the sharpest stabbing pain rips a strangled cry from deep within your throat. Your hands shoot to your belly helplessly, wanting to grip at it to ease the pain but knowing you can’t. The carols are too loud for anyone but Arthur to notice, who instantly crouches in front of you.

“Sweetheart? What’s wrong?” He’s panicked, grasping at your arms and attempting to capture your attention away from the considerable pain you’re clearly in. Your face is scrunched up, teeth clenched down in some poor attempt to brace the pain.

“I… I don’t know. It hurts. Feels like pressure.. Right- argh!”

This time, your cry is loud enough to gain the attention of those around the fire. Javier stops playing and most everybody looks over at you. Ms. Grimshaw and Dutch both stand, concern evidently written in their expression.

“Is she alright?” Dutch asks,

“What’s happenin’, honey?” Grimshaw kneels beside Arthur in front of you. You try to breathe through the smallest hole your lips can make, focusing on the sensation as much as you can rather than whatever is happening to you. You’re trying your hardest not to worry about the baby, but it’s hard, especially with so many people now worrying about you out loud.

“I… dunno. Hurts.” You manage to get out, finding Arthur’s hand and gripping on it with a downright bruising force.

“C’mon, let’s get you inside and out of the cold, alright?” You nod, feeling Arthur holding onto one arm and who you assume is Dutch on the other helping you to your feet. You lean on them as much as possible and somehow you make it into your tent. You’re laid down on your cot just as the pain begins to subside and your lungs feel like they can open back up again. When your eyelids soften again, you see Arthur’s worried face right beside you, Grimshaw pottering around with towels and Dutch waiting by the entrance to the tent with Dr. Strauss.

“Darlin’? Y’alright?” The sheer intensity of the panic in his voice is almost more than you can bear and you know he’s being plagued by the same nightmare you are right now, just hoping to god or whoever the hell might be listening that your baby is okay.

“Mhm. S’easing now… It just came on real quick, that’s all…” Your breaths are struggled but ever so slightly more stable than before. Arthur’s thumb runs over your knuckles soothingly.

Over by the entrance to the tent, you see Dutch and Strauss in a hushed conversation that frays your nerves something awful. “What’s happening, Arthur?”

“I… I don’t know, sweetheart. But you’re gonna be okay. I promise.”

Enter Dr. Strauss, carrying his medical bag. Arthur stays right by your side as the Doctor sits in front of your cot, mumbling his apologies as he lifts up your skirts and pulls a blanket over your legs.

You’re panicking, not knowing how you know exactly, but knowing that the pressure is going to come back soon. An awful anticipation clamps your hand onto Arthur’s tighter, but Strauss’ head pops up from under the blanket before it happens. Arthur’s head whips around.

“What’s happening, doc? Is she okay? Is… is the baby gonna be okay?”

The second between Arthur’s question and Strauss’ answer lasts a lifetime. It’s an agony worse than anything this pregnancy has thrown at you in all its 8 months in existence.

“I believe you’re in labour, Mrs. Morgan.”

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It’s a long, hard labour but Arthur never leaves your side once. Not when your waters break, or when he can barely keep his eyes open. Not even when you almost break his hand the first time you try to push. He stays with you.

He’s right beside you when you start to panic between contractions, tears falling down your reddened cheeks. “It can’t be here yet- we just got a dog and it’s only been eight months and I-I don’t know if I’m ready…”

But he knows just what to say. Of course he does. He even brings Moose in to say hello and prove he has relaxed a lot since his first arrival.

He’s with you when you break, sobbing that you can’t push anymore, your forehead falling against his in pure exhaustion. “Shut up, stupid.” He scolds gently, earning a confused look from you. “You know damn well you’re the strongest woman alive and you can do goddamn anything. It’s one of the many reasons I fell for ya’. Now push, before I name this baby Hoagy after it’s Godfather.”

He’s there when she’s born, such a tiny little thing, a month early but just as healthy as if she were overdue. He’s got that smug look on his face when Strauss announces her arrival, the loudest silent ‘I told you so’ you’ve ever seen.

Arthur holds his daughter in his arms for the first time on Christmas Day, his eyes glistening in the candlelight.

“She’s… She’s perfect. She’s so perfect…”

Your energy is depleted, truly, after so many hours of labour, but you manage to sit up against the makeshift crate headboard to watch your husband and daughter meet each other.

Her tiny hands reach out for Arthur, holding onto his cheek and if you could freeze time forever and live in this moment, you would.

“You’re incredible, you know that?” Arthur whispers, shifting to kiss her palm, “Isn’t she?”

“I mean… she is, but I was talkin’ to you.” He looks up at you and you decide not to mention the tear tracks you spot on his skin.

“Oh, hush…” There’s an attempt to wave him off, but your shaky limbs don’t quite manage.

“No, I mean it. You… You’ve given me everything. I never knew I wanted to be a dad, but now she’s here and I’m holdin’ her I…” He’s choking up in a way you’ve never seen before. The great outlaw Arthur Morgan, who has killed and robbed and beaten, breaking in front of you in the most beautiful, vulnerable way imaginable. “It’s everything. I can never thank you enough. This is the best gift I could ever get, my beautiful, amazing wife.”

His words radiate through you, relaxing your spine and calming each ache bringing life to the world has given you. You can feel your eyelids get heavier by the second and it gets harder and harder to fight the sleep you so desperately need.

“Arthur?” You’re barely audible, but Arthur is sat close enough to hear you,

“Uh huh?”

“We don’t have to name her Hoagy, do we?”

“We’ll talk about it later, angel.”

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muddyorbsblr · 1 year

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winter warmers collection: excuses & opportunities

See all the Winter Warmers pieces here! See my full list of works here!

Summary: Loki has some questions about the tradition of kissing under the mistletoe.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: none, really…this is a fluff piece; maybe a few words Mr Satchel wouldn't approve of idk… [let me know if i missed something!]

"Hey, Thunderbirds, look up," Stark hollered from his seat in the common area at Thor and Jane, who were currently engrossed in a conversation by the kitchen. They turned to look at Stark, who simply pointed at something over their heads.

The couple looked up at the mistletoe seemingly innocently hanging above their heads, giving each other a beaming smile before he leaned in to press a quick kiss to her lips that got the astrophysicist giggling against him.

You felt the couch dip beside you and you looked over, stifling a blushing smile, as you saw Loki occupying the space next to you. "I'm afraid I'm going to need to be apprised on this particular Midgardian tradition, dear Y/N," he started, pointing towards his brother and Jane. "The plant…"

The curiosity on his face caused you to giggle, prompting an amused smile to grace his features.

"What is it that you've found so amusing, darling?"

Despite your logic protesting that it was completely unwarranted, your heart still skipped a beat whenever he called you that. Especially when he paired that up with draping his arm on the couch behind you, shifting ever so slightly closer to you so that his thigh was pressed to yours.

And now it was the proximity making you giggle. You took a breath to calm yourself before answering. "It's just a bit funny to me that you're curious about mistletoe when the legends here on Earth kind of…pin the origin story of mistletoe on you."

Sadly he didn't seem to find that amusing, because his little smile faded into a grimace at your words. "I suppose that would be something along the lines of me using the plant to kill someone," he inferred with a scoff, the pain evident in his eyes as he realized that this was yet another thing humans blamed him for.

"I'll skip the misinformation, then," you told him, placing your hand on his knee without thinking and giving him a reassuring squeeze. "Stupid humans probably got it all wrong anyways." He turned his gaze to you, his eyes full of visible disbelief at your words. "How about we go straight to the tradition part?"

He gave you a soft smile as he nodded slowly. "I would quite like that, darling. Thank you," he said in hushed tones, trying to keep your conversation your own as more of the team entered the common area. You tried to keep your breathing steady as he covered your hand with his.

"Well the tradition is that whenever two people are standing under mistletoe, they're 'obligated' to kiss. The superstitionbehind that being that if a woman refuses a kiss under the mistletoe, she'll be unfruitful in her relationships until the next Christmas."

"That's coercion," he grumbled, clearly disagreeing with the latter half of the information you just departed.

You shrugged. "You're not wrong, Mischief. But it's mostly lighthearted fun nowadays. Now, if two people get caught under the mistletoe, they can choose to do what your brother and his girlfriend just did, or they can be playful about it if they're not that into each other. There's a workaround for everything," you finished lightheartedly.

"Babes, we're back and we have the supplies!" Nat called out to you as she and Wanda crossed the common area and walked straight to the kitchen.

"We've also procured the baby," Wanda topped off as little Morgan Stark trailed in behind her, her little feet running straight to you as she caught sight of you sitting on the couch.

"Auntie Y/N!" she squealed as she jumped into your lap. "Come on, we're making cookies for Santa!" She proceeded to pull on your free hand as she hopped off onto the floor.

"Alright, baby, I'm coming I'm coming," you answered with a chuckle, turning back to the god beside you. "Well, that's my cue…" you trailed off as you slowly rose from the couch, stifling a smile as you realized that despite the motion, he hadn't let go of your hand yet.

You fought not to blush as you watched him bring your hand up to his lips. "Thank you, darling. For--For your kindness. Your patience." He pressed a kiss to your knuckles, his eyes never leaving yours until he released your hand with a smile that lit up his eyes, tugging at your heartstrings.

"Anytime, Mischief," you breathed out, allowing yourself to be tugged into the kitchen by the tiny Stark.

"Thanks for making sure Morgan doesn't catch wind of us tonight, jellybean," Tony whispered as you closed the door to his daughter's room after tucking her in, promising her that when she woke up in a few short hours, Santa's gifts for her would be under the tree. Meanwhile, Tony was busy in the common area setting up those very gifts under the tree for her and snacking on the contents of the plate of "cookies for Santa".

"Sure thing, Tony. But you do know that sooner or later you have to tell her that this is all a big illusion, right? There is no Santa?" you shot back as you walked down the hall towards your apartment.

"Eh. She's a little genius. Hopefully she'll figure it out herself and we don't have to break the news to her and be the bad guys that took away Santa." You rolled your eyes at his preferred outcome. "When it's your turn, jellybean, you'll realize that you're gonna wanna avoid as many of the tough conversations as you can. And that the whole Santa, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy aren't real is a very tough conversation."

"Good thing I'm perpetually alone then," you shot back. "Not gonna have to worry about those conversations any time soon."

"Really? No plans? No even with a certain god you had a conversation with about mistletoe recently?" You shot the billionaire a look that had him putting his hands up in surrender. "Hey, I'm just calling it like I see it, Y/N. Bambi hates damn near everyone in this team. He tolerates Thor and Jane because they're his family. But you? He likes you."

"Maybe you're mistaking tolerance for lack of hostility because surprise surprise, Tony, I actually try to be nice to him," you quipped, poking him in the shoulder to emphasize your point.

"Believe what you wanna believe, jellybean, but the second you two get together, you give me your 'You were right and I was wrong' speech in front of the entire team. Without a shred of sarcasm. From you or Rock of Ages." You stepped into the elevator as you rolled your eyes at his confidence. "Merry Christmas, Y/N. Ready that speech."

"Merry fuck you, too, Stark."

Once you got to the hall leading to your apartment, you nearly stopped in your tracks once you caught sight of Loki waiting by the door. "Hey, Mischief…" you said cautiously, greeting him with a tentative smile. "What's up?"

With a wave of his hand, a gift box appeared in a flash of green, landing softly in your hands. "I would rather we not have an audience when I gave you your gift."

A strange feeling bloomed in your heart. Something almost feeling like…hope. Hope that maybe--even though it meant that you needed to prepare a speech--just maybe Stark was actually on to something. "You didn't have to get me anything," you told him, your voice coming out so faintly it could have been a whisper.

He placed his hands over yours, giving them a slight squeeze. "I know. I wished to give you something regardless," he answered you with a slight smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

You lifted the lid of the box to find a black soft leather journal with a gold clasp. Running your fingers across the cover, the quality of the leather and the metal made it obvious that he'd put an insane amount of consideration into its selection. The realization nearly sucked all the air out of your lungs. "It's--It's exquisite," you stammered, finding it exceedingly difficult to form coherent thoughts, let alone words. You couldn't even muster the confidence to look at him. "Thank you, Loki."

"There's something else there, darling Y/N." Your heart caught in your throat at the endearment. "Open the cover."

You did as he instructed, undoing the clasp and pulling back the cover to find a small scrap of paper inside saying Look up. When you did, all you could do was let out a soft gasp at the sight of him holding a little sprig of mistletoe over your heads.

His gaze never left yours as he cupped your face with his free hand, leaning in slowly until he touched his lips to yours in a soft kiss. "Merry Christmas," he murmured against your lips as he kissed you again, feeling his smile as you kissed him back.

Dammit, you thought to yourself. I gotta get started on that speech.

But as you heard your apartment door open and Loki gently took the little gift box from your hands to place it on the entry table so that he could lift you into his arms, carrying you to your bedroom, you decided that a little public speech was definitely more than worth it.

A/N: I literally put writing requests on pause in order to create this on this fine Thursday because I was swimming with ideas but I knew ultimately that I wanted to start with something fluffy that involved mistletoe. Could I still come up with something along the way that leans more toward the smutty side of things? Maybe…😏

I highly encourage you all to check out all the stories in the first link, because they've been lovingly created by fellow Loki writers and they're all amazing cozy Winter-themed pieces that feel like a fluffy warm blanket. Yes, even the smut feels like a warm fluffy blanket; they just do. 💖🤍

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secretagentspydetectiveninja · 8 months

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so there's no hindi version of phoenix wright but it absolutely SHOULD exist because it would be so good listen-

(i am fully "localising" this because if the english and french versions of the game were allowed to then so am i, dammit)

it would take place in some big city in india, probably mumbai so that the steel samurai stuff can be connected to bollywood

the last time i was in mumbai i literally saw a japanese temple like down the road from my grandparents' building so the japanese influences aren't even that out of place. it's a big city okay, it could totally work

kurain village can be a "gaon" (village) somewhere in the maharastrian countryside. the fey manor even feels a lot like the big family houses you get out in gaon, though with a lot more japanese influence of course

the thought of pearl calling maya "maya didi" is melting my heart omg ("didi" means "big sister" but you can also use it on people who aren't literally your sister)

maya can still be called maya, it's a common name in india

and morgan would get so mad whenever phoenix doesn't call maya "maya-ji" ("ji" is a respectful suffix like "-sama" in japanese). he'd be like SHE'S MY BEST FRIEND, WHY TF WOULD I CALL HER "MAYA-JI"

edgeworth and gumshoe would have THE jai dixit and ali bhai dynamic from dhoom. without the motorbikes, of course. gumshoe would call people "yaar" instead of "pal" (it means the same thing).

larry is circuit. i don't know how else to put that. if you understand then you understand and if you don't, you don't.

speaking of, furio tigre would ABSOLUTELY refer to himself with the pronoun "apun" (a first-person pronoun often used by mafia-type characters) and call people "mamu" ("sucker")

OH AND WOCKY WOULD TOO. wocky would speak in the most munnabhai slang you ever heard. he would also mix english, hindi, marathi, gujarati, punjabi and bengali all in the same sentence. nigh incomprehensible.

lotta hart... while it makes sense to make her from south india, i feel like they get negatively stereotyped enough as is and they deserve better. so you know what? she can be gujju. lotta is from surat now and she talks like it. she's got that "hurati" accent. morgan fey hears her with her પાણી instead of पानी and ગોળી instead of गोली and is immediately like "get out >:("

wendy oldbag being one of those desi grannies is absolutely brilliant lmao

sister bikini being a desi auntie is even better

me and my brother have been calling hindi manfred von karma "manoj karma" for funsies so i've decided to keep it (the word "karma" is of indian origin so it works perfectly)

i haven't come up with pun names for people yet but phoenix, apollo and athena can keep their english first names. seriously, in mumbai you see places with those names all the time. especially apollo. it is inescapable.

^see? i was DYING. anyways

MAYA'S TRADEMARK FAVOURITE FOOD SHOULD BE PANI PURI ("gol guppa" for you dehli peeps), NO I AM NOT TAKING CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM

khura'in, being likely in the himalayas somewhere near bhutan (based on their climate and culture), would still be a few hours' plane journey from mumbai so it still works. a lot of the khura'inese characters can keep their same names too, eg "nahyuta sahdmadhi" already sounds very very sanskrit to my ears (sanskrit is the south asian equivalent of what latin is in europe). and also have you seen how he dresses because it's clearly a sherwani (indian/pakistani formal clothing) and amara's idle animation is clearly inspired by art of hindu deities and rafya's middle name is literally padma and oh my god there is so much shared cultural influence they are CLEARLY countries that border each other

(the "kh" sound strongly present in the khura'inese language is also giving me south asian vibes...)

me and my brother already joke about how shah rukh khan would totally make a great mr reus/roger retinz. LISTEN okay he absolutely would. he's got that villain swag.

you don't even need to change the other guy's real name ("manov mistree") because that already sounds like an indian name. do you know how common the surname "mistry" is in some parts?? do you know how many gazillions of people i personally know who have names that sound exactly like that??? and roger retinz is the ratings rajah. RAJAH (king). i've already been headcanoning him as desi since the first time i played aa6. anyway shah rukh khan character vibes

(but then again amir khan has literally played an evil magician in a bollywood movie before, so he could pull it off too i think...)

hindi has informal ("tu"), medium ("tum") and formal ("aap") second-person pronouns. you could have SO MUCH FUN with those. franziska would call literally everyone "tu" to assert dominance while edgeworth would call literally everyone "aap" to keep them distant. siblings amirite

franziska referring to miles as "mera chhota bhai" is actually killing me oh my god. that's her chhota bhai you guys skjdhkjfhldjssdrgse

feenie calling dahlia "dollie" works really well because i have like seven relatives with the nickname "dollie" so i'm presuming it must be common

oh yes, and mumbai does occasionally get earthquakes so the DL-6 incident still makes sense

india also has an active space programme so the UR-1 incident does too

and there's a monsoon season with storms so the SL-9 incident does as well ahahhahahhaa this is sO GOOD (okay in all fairness the monsoon season is not in february, when the case takes place... whatever whatever it's FINE i can make it work somehow)

you can use three scripts for the one translation -- english romanisation (for NRIs like me who suck at hindi...), the devanagari script commonly used to write hindi, and the urdu script so that urdu speakers can play too (for the most part the languages are mutually intelligible, you wouldn't need to change the dialogue at all, only the writing system)

if anyone out there is better at hindi than i am and wants to make a fan translation please do, it would be so iconic

#since my grandparents have been here i've been thinking about this a lot #ace attorney #long post #random stuff #i'd try translating it myself but like i said‚ i suck at hindi #i can understand movies and stuff i just can't speak it #i'm way better at gujarati bc that's what we speak at home #uhh i think there were a few spoilers in here hang on-#aa6 spoilers #there we go

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cloveroctobers · 11 months

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JESSIE RAYMOND JR. — summer prompts 🍋

A/N: I say this every time, the fandom for all american and definitely HC is basically a ghost town up here and I really don’t get it. I’m here to provide a little something and then dip out again. I also guess it’s time for me to get into summer prompts although it’s still spring y’all lol. Anyways my goal is to try and make these short (didn’t happen!) before summer actually starts and I’m outside ;) so the small group of you that are out there on this site? Hope you like!

PROMPTS: 1.) “I know it’s hot but Jesus, put some clothes on!” + 2.) going fishing but only catching branches and seaweed From these two lists here.

WARNINGS: mostly fluff + “you” reader are given a name + you don’t mesh with Keisha welll in this one + friends having fun with each other basically but not without getting on each other’s nerves a little bit ofc.

SN: I’m just assuming ages here: JR = 20, Damon = 18/19?, you/reader = 19, Simone = 18/19, Keisha = 19, Nate = 20, Thea = 19/20?, Cam = 19 + I feel like Quvenzhané Wallis and Nate are siblings in my head so I casted her as “Morgan” in this.

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To start off the summer season, Thea invited all of you out to her grandmother’s lake house for a week. Initially the tennis player suggested coming out the week after finals back in May but that plan fell through since most of you got caught up in your own tasks.

Simone was supposed to head out to California, wanting to spend time with baby Shay and her parents but something…or someone delayed her trip so she ended up staying with Auntie Amara for a little longer and booked to go back in July. Both Damon and JR were supposed to work down at this youth center for the summer, starting their training on different weeks but the week Damon was supposed to start, was when part of the building collapsed and ultimately pushed the mayor to finally give in and do the repairs.

Thankfully no person or child was hurt but they’ve been fighting for the longest to get some updates on that 1970’s building and the mayor always fibbed saying, “it just isn’t in the budget.” Yet there was no issue constantly throwing money around to throw these events for townsfolk that didn’t deserve it.

Full tea and shade!

JR wanted to help out with the repairs—or at least the cleanup portion but ultimately the head of the center placed him and Damon at another center to volunteer instead. Sure that worked out in JR’s favor since he wasn’t really in it for the money (sure the pay was decent, to have something in your pocket was always a plus, don’t get that twisted!) but he ended up feeling ill for a couple of days resulting in him stepping away from a great opportunity. Damon on the other hand? Stuck around for a little while longer, getting to know the kids and workers along with what this center entailed. Although he wouldn’t be catching the bag any time soon, he figured he still had time to see what he can do with his summer.

Keisha and Cam were spending their first half of the summer together, with him alternating between three houses. Yes, three! Thankfully he had his girlfriend but it’s not like he wanted to be all up on her with her dad back in town—and in the house especially. After their rocky ride this past semester, Cam wanted to see what this summer would bring for them both so he stuck around. Which you didn’t necessarily vibe with but you kept your mouth shut (for now) for the sake of your cousin. You were a Georgia native so it was no question that if Cam wanted to stay in the city more, there was always a open room in your household. And of course over this last semester, Cam and JR got closer—despite the fact that he was dating his cousin! They were will still cool at the end of the day.

As for Nate? Last you heard she was spending lots of time with their baby sister who was just as much as a mess of their older sibling—if not more, according to their social media.

Now here all nine of you are, inside of one of Thea’s grandmother’s vacation homes hoping for a good time. It was only your second day out here in this pale two-story Victorian home, that you personally wouldn’t have guessed would be any of the Mays’ taste but it’s not like you were complaining at all. If there was ever a chance to get away after that hellish semester, you were taking it this summer!

You leaned in the doorway of the upstairs main bedroom, arms lightly folded while pressing one sock covered foot over the other as you chatted away with Thea and Nate.

“Since I really didn’t expect eight of you to show up, it’s my duty as thee host to see what you all like for breakfast.” Thea bounced on her toes, long hair pulled up and away from her heart-shaped face with a claw clip.

Nate sent you a playful side eye before replying, “I honestly expected another post mates order or chef to be doing the honors, Thea. I can’t say I’m not a little gagged to be hearing this this morning.”

Thea fanned her hand at her friend, “please, if you all thought I was going to be in the kitchen when the majority of you showed up late last night, except for you, Willa, you’re all crazier than I thought.”

“Pleased to be of service.” You courtesy, pulling at the ends of JR’s shirt that you sported, which earned a light shove from Nate who rolled their eyes.

Thea clasped her hands with a soft smile, “yeah that’ll be the chef’s job tonight to cater to all your growling bellies so you better enjoy the work I’m putting in for breakfast.”

“Oh, Yes, ma’am.” Nate snapped their fingers before tapping on their chin, “I’m feeling like a egg’s Benedict, preferably with turkey bacon, I don’t mess with pork baby. Or maybe a frittata. What about you, Willa? What are you feeling like this morning?”

You were just rubbing at your eyes, still tired, since you were one of the ones out of the group that didn’t enjoy early mornings, “uh…a iced mocha latte with light ice and almond milk?”

“Almond milk?” Nate scrunched up their nose along with Thea who let out a deep sigh in disappointment, “we do oat milk over here.”

“Yeah well my gut doesn’t care for it so…” you lifted your shoulders with a shrug while the two gasped—like it was the most horrible news they heard this morning.

A form of hands wrapped around your waist, catching you off guard at first before you felt the scratch of his facial hair against your skin as he pecked a kiss to your cheek. Instantly you melted into JR’s frame as he spoke up, eyeing the two you were socializing with out in the hallway.

“My baby don’t need the oats, she’s already thick as it is.”

Nate tilted her head to the side eyeing the brown skinned boy that was all cuddled up this morning, “well, good morning to you too, JR.”

“We love to see the love in the air.” Thea commented making JR smile with a wink, hugging you tighter to his body.

“So what would like for breakfast? and please save us the urge to vomit by saying Willa’s name. Considering…” Nate motioned at JR with their fingers.

A frown suddenly appeared on your face at Nate’s words, making you lean to the side, peeking downwards at JR, making you deeply inhale.

“I know it’s hot but Jesus, put some clothes on!” You whispered yelled at JR who held no shame in his game, simply dressed in some black boxer briefs.

Thea held her hand out, blocking her view of the twenty year old, as JR shifted from behind you and began to flex.

“I mean there weren’t any complaints last night.”

You slapped a hand to your forehead, lightly flinching as you did so.

Nate laughed.

“Please tell me you two didn’t do the deed in my grandmother’s bed?!” Thea hissed at the two.

She was started to regret ever giving you two the main bedroom in the house. There were only three bedrooms and it was a tight squeeze with all nine of you (you and JR in the main bedroom, Keisha, Cam, and Simone in the second bedroom which consisted two twin beds, Damon in the office which actually had a daybed stuffed in one of the corners, and downstairs: Thea slept in one of the large living chairs, while Nate and Morgan slept on the pull-out couch) but Thea was determined to make it work.

JR immediately shook his head, “aye, no. We’re not that disrespectful.”

“Yeah, what kind of couple do you think we are? Keisha and Cam?” You snarked, making Thea cover her giggle with her four fingertips.

Nate let out a low whistle at that, patting at their scalp, knowing exactly how you felt towards the relationship but Keisha was also their old high school best friend. It was too early to get into it right now but if another comment flew…

Thea hummed, “well whatever, this is me telling you two not to get into any funny business. This is not a hotel. I’m gonna go tend to a simple breakfast downstairs, hopefully a hour or a hour in a half should be enough time for you to gather yourselves.”

And with that, Thea spun on her heels, fluffy slippers slapping down the wooden hallway as she made her exit.

“Let’s not act like granny Mays doesn’t have a cleanup crew on standby the second we clear out this place.” Nate muttered to the two, making them snicker.

Thea called from the first floor, “Nate! Come, we have to discuss SummerhouseMV.”

“Oo, that’s my cue! See y’all in a bit!” Nate bid their farewells.

Turning back to Jr, who held a faint dimpled grin on his face, you stepped into the room, squeezing his jaw as you gave him a warning glance, “I thought I told you that this,” you trailed your hand down his torso, enjoying that he shuddered at your mere touch, “is for my eyes only.”

JR smirked as you locked your arms around his neck, “my fault but…you did steal my shirt.”

You hummed, trailing your nose against his, then flicking your eyes to meet his, “why don’t you take it back then, Hm?”

JR licked his bottom lip, one hand pulling you flesh against his hips while the other pushed the door shut behind you, “don’t mind if I do, baby.”

Awhile later everyone eventually made their way downstairs to the main floor, ready to dive into the quick breakfast Thea prepared for you all. The breakfast was full of laughter and chatter until it was time to clean up then get dressed. On the agenda today was just to go across the street and spend the day at the lake, after all it was their first or second day out here—depending on who you ask (some were planning to leave that Saturday or Sunday) but regardless there was nothing wrong with starting off with relaxation.

“If y’all don’t get your asses off the damn boat,” Cam complained, using the back of his hand to wipe the sheen from his forehead after making his way back to the front of the house.

He found no other than you and Thea posing in one boat while Nate’s little sister, sixteen year old, Morgan was snapping away the pics with Thea’s phone.

Morgan eyed Cam up and down, scoffed while giving him the talk to the hand motion, gave Thea back her phone, before taking her leave to head back inside of the house and away from whatever Cam was on.

“Relax Cam,” you fanned the back of your neck, although you managed to get your butterfly locs up and out the way, “let us thrive.”

“I’m the host, I can do what I want. If I want to pose in this crappy boat my granddaddy had shoved away in the basement, I can. If I want y’all to carry me, you will.” Thea flicked out her bamboo folding fan, proceeding to stretch out.

Shaking your head at Thea, you slipped your shades back down over your eyes, fingertips on the edges of the boat, ready to climb out before cousin cam’s blood pressure began to raise.

“Oh yeah? How about I turn this boat into a bowling ball and toss y’all asses into the street, then you’ll really be playing in traffic.” Cam jabbed his thumb behind himself, earning a laugh from a approaching Keisha who walked over, enjoying Cam going off on both Thea and yourself.

Tilting your head to the side you responded, “Be forreal, Cam. You’re not about to throw nobody anywhere, especially me. Its never that serious and It’s too hot to be going back and forth with you and your dragon ass breath.”

Cam huffed, almost stalking forward and making Thea sit up in worry while Damon intervened. “C’mon bro, they’re clearly just messing around. Chill, we’re all family here.”

“It’s too hot for that,” Cam shoved Damon’s hand away from his chest, “and I’m not feeling like playin’ around, when we have to do all the work in this hot ass air.”

Take a shot every time someone says “hot,” today.

“You’re welcome to stay here if you’re going to keep up with this attitude.” Thea carefully climbed out of the boat.

“With you freezing us like it’s the damn North Pole? I rather stay out here in devil’s island.”

“Whoa…don’t tell us you’re some sort of satanist?” Damon questioned, taking a step back while also making Cam’s eye twitch.

“I’m not finna do this with y’all.” Cam pointed, “Let me know when you’re ready because I thought we were supposed to be across the road forty minutes ago.”

He stalked off to sit on the front steps of the house by the bags, snacks, and other accessories everyone was planning to bring to the lake.

Thea glanced down at her manicure, still fanning herself with her other hand, “What’s up his butt?”

You immediately glanced at Keisha who glared at you and now Damon who stared at her.

“What’re you guys looking at me for?”

“I mean you would know…he was fine yesterday.” You answered with a shrug of your shoulders.

Keisha turned her eyes into slits, “Some people just get aggravated in the heat…and cam woke up with a crick in his neck. That’s all I know, so maybe don’t continue spreading your hater energy around.”

“Hater?” You raised your brows before looking around confused, “what’s that?”

“I’m looking right at her.” Keisha scowled, placing her hand on her hip.

Rolling your eyes you ignored her by saying, “anyways…”

Thea shook her head at you two while Damon sent her a grimace before she raised her arms up in the air as everyone else began to pile out of the house, “finally! I’m all for being fashionably late people but come on! I’m a little bit with cranky cam on this one…the sun is only getting hotter and I need a serious dip in the water! Let’s go!”

“Girl it’s only 1pm. We have the entire day ahead of us.” Simone responds, stomping down the stairs.

You were expecting the two to go back and forth but it seemed like Thea and Simone were on good terms for this trip so far. It was a love and hate thing with those two so you weren’t sure how long the love would last.

A brief breeze went by along with the humid atmosphere, making you take a small but thick swallow as it tickled your nose a bit. Exhaling you reached into your Jean shorts pocket, pulling out a tissue before you walked off to cater to your sinuses.

“Babe! You good?” JR called out to you from behind.

The post nasal drip was not as bad today but certainly still lingering around. After clearing your nose out you spun back around, your eyes meeting JR’s who stood some distance from you; now holding onto one end of the boat while Damon held onto the other.

Giving a thumbs up you nodded, “yeah, I’m fine. You?”

JR was in the bathroom for a minute this morning, playing it off as a bad decision to eat cookout so late due to his and Damon’s arrival last night. Something inside of you felt like that wasn’t a hundred since JR’s been sick a couple of weeks back way before he started at the center, so of course you wanted to make sure he was okay and not just a case of the bubble guts.

Just like he wanted to make sure the same with you. You had surgery to remove some nasal polyps almost two weeks ago and was stuck with some prescribed nasal sprays.

“Ain’t no thing.” JR shrugged his shoulders with a gleaming grin, appearing so handsome.

“Alright then,” you clasped your hands together turning your attention to the girls that gathered their own bags from the steps, “let’s roll!”

“Hey!” Thea cut in, jumping down onto the front lawn after locking the house, “that’s my line.”

Raising your hands as you walked by the glaring bronzed skin girl, you gave wide eyes to Simone who sucked her teeth at Thea’s antics.

Soon everyone began lugging their items down the stone steps towards the sidewalk, leaving You behind as you began digging your bag in search of hand sanitizer and your medicine. Bringing the spray into your left nostril, you sprayed more of it on that side since that side gave you more trouble due to the size of the growth that was inside.

“C’mon Lisa Zemo.” Cam called out to you, still standing on the lawn where he stood with Nate, carrying the second boat towards the other set of stairs.

Tossing the medicine back into the bag, you hauled it onto your shoulder and spun back around, giving a middle finger to the dark skinned boy, “I’ll let that one slide. Look at you Cam, getting your lick back. I’m proud.”

“I’m the best clap back king at this crib, please act like you know.” Cam tossed in over his shoulder.

Nate sent you a look, peering up from their phone as you stood beside them. Silently they handed their phone over for you to hold in your much bigger purse for them. Passing through the empty parking spot by the curb, you halted watching the street before you crossed the first section. The other street that had cars going west ended up being more hectic to cross, leaving the three standing there for a good two minutes before they all made it across to the greenery that awaited them.

“Uh uh, what are y’all about to do with that?” Keisha asked the boys who gathered up their equipment.

Damon grinned, “We’re going fishing so we can make dinner tomorrow. You’re welcome.”

Keisha pointed as she lounged on her elbows on a towel, “in this lake?”

“We can just go out to this upscale seafood place instead. That was supposed to be Wednesday’s plan for brunch but things can be rearranged.” Thea told the boys as she finished spraying her sunscreen.

“Y’all can just sit back and let us work. Don’t worry about it, we got it.” Damon reassured.

Simone scoffed, pushing up from her squatting position, “oh no. You don’t get to tell us what we as women should do, what if we want to fish?”

“Oh nah, I didn’t mean it like that—

Damon started.

“Um, I don’t really want to do that so I’m completely fine swimming and tanning so no thanks. Have at it, k? Bye.” Thea kept her cover-up on as she walked to the waterline.

Keisha laughed but stopped short as Simone turned her glare towards her. “Yeah I’m kinda with thea on this one. It’s not for me.”

Simone asked, “Have you ever tried?”

“No and I don’t plan to.” Keisha tossed herself back onto the towel.

Simone turned her attention to Nate’s little sister, seeing her laying on her side turned away from the group, “hey, Morgan.”

“Girl no.” Morgan stated, “I’m napping.”

“I can see you scrolling Twitter!”

“That’s that heat getting to your eyesight. What do they call it? A mirage? Yeah that’s probably what you’re experiencing, I’ll pray for you.” Morgan spoke with a yawn.

Which earned a look of disbelief on Simone’s face while everyone else laughed at the teen’s words.

Soon you, Nate, and Cam made your way to the group’s set up. The two places the boat next to the one Damon and JR carried just as Simone smiled at you.

“Willa! We’re going fishing!” Simone looped her arm with yours, just as you placed your things by Thea’s towel.

You debated, “sitting in the scorching Georgia sun hunting fish or go swimming? Hm I don’t know.”

Making a scale with your hands you dropped them, raising the swimming above your head while JR smirked at you.

“I heard from Willa’s grandpappy that she used to catch all the fish with him back in the day.” The man started before saying, “Makes sense since she’s quite the catch herself.”

Cam gagged, “and you my brother, are quite corny.”

Which earned snickers from the rest.

“Leave my man alone.” You swatted at Cam who walked by to place his own towel between Keisha and a “sleeping” Morgan.

Simone poked you, “Sooo what do you say?”

“I say we should leave Ariel’s family where they belong.” You poked the doe-eyed beauty back.

Keisha commented, “I mean can you even go swimming? Considering the whole nostril issues you’re having? Fishing might be your best bet.”

Simone secretly thought about this but also knew how it came across.

“I don’t need your fake concern, thanks.” You snapped at Keisha who remained stretched out and in peace.

“Hey, I’m just saying! We don’t need any special ER trips on this vacation, it’s supposed to be fun. It’s summer after all and we don’t need anybody ruining it.”

“Then why don’t you shut the hell up?”

Oh yeah, that Watkins energy was flaming right about now.

“Aye, c’mon now. That’s not what we’re here for.” JR tried to ease the tension while Simone sighed at you two.

She wished the both of you could just be cordial—like her and Layla!

“Fine,” you forced a smile on your lips, “anything to get away from this funkiness.”

Simone shushed you on your way by as you stood on the side of the boat, watching the two brother’s as damon tended to one of the rods and JR checked on the live bait.

“Hand me a hook, Simone.” You directed the girl who stood on the opposite side of the boat.

Damon quickly spoke up as he noticed JR eyeing him, “Uh, I’ll take care of that since I already started on this one and not because y’all aren’t capable.”

Simone humphed as she crossed her arms at the bucket hat wearing eighteen year old.

“Cam, Nate? What y’all doing?” JR looked over at the two.

Nate turned on their mini portable fan from beside Morgan as they looked out at the lake. “That fishing mess is not for me. I’ll be right here tending to my bundles and maybe I’ll take a dip in the lake later, to see which white boy is flirting with miss. thea.”

“Bundles?” Cam asked not caring one bit who thea chose to flirt with, “I know you did not bring your hair out here.”

“And what about it, Cameron?” Nate turned to the braided boy, shaking the hair out as if they were fanning themselves with it.

Cameron blew air out his lips, “imma mind my business. I’ll be in the water, y’all.” He pressed a kiss to Keisha’s temple before he hopped up, chucked up the deuces and jogged away to the water.

“Guess that’s our answer, let’s go ladies.” Damon lifted the boat along with JR, who led the way.

Simone was on competing mode, which Damon found humorous on their side of the boat—while also riling her up just a tad. As the four of you got comfortable on the boat, which happened to be a great distance from where all the water sports activities were occurring up ahead, you found yourself seated right beside your boyfriend, thighs touching as JR was on DJ duty.

His portable Bluetooth sat in the middle of the boat while he tended to his phone that was on shuffle, currently playing some old Drake.

On the edges of the boat sat the rods, floating on waiting for something to catch the bait. The sun was beaming down, darkening each of their pretty hues but the water and being by each other was all the company they needed.

“Hey,” you whispered to JR who was quick to meet your eyes.

Your eyes told him you were okay but a nudge of your head, silently made him aware what you were going to do.

Pulling your left eye graphic t-shirt over your head, you yanked the hot pink dolphin shorts off and jumped over the side of the boat.

“The hell?! Did she just fall?!” Simone quickly looked over her shoulder, breaking out of her banter with Damon, now on full alert for her friend.

JR glanced over to see you re-emerge, brushing the water from your face as a blissful smile split onto your face.

JR responded as he pulled his own shirt off, leaving himself in his initial necklace and trunks, “Nope. Just livin’ life.”

Before he jumped into the water as well.

He latched onto you as you swam along, all smiles as the music played on, staring into each others eyes and happy to be in the arms of the one you love.

Another splash sounded from behind you, revealing Simone who floated on her back with a smile of her own, “I was wrong. The water is the much better choice. My bad guys.”

“You’re forgiven.” You teased the girl.

JR called out to Damon as you wrapped your legs around his waist, “C’mon bro, you’re the only one left, get in here!”

“What about the fish?”

“Man, forget all that!”

Damon sighed as he tossed his hat to the side along with his shirt, “y’all owe us dinner tomorrow.”

“Damon! Damon! Damon!” The three of you splashed, waiting for the boy to take a dive.

Once he hit the water, he snuck up behind the three, full of laughter as he caught them off guard.

Being in the water for what felt like hours with your boyfriend and good company provided just the freeing fresh start of summer that you needed.

“Hey, we lost sight of you guys.” Keisha greeted you guys, hair slightly damp as she tossed grapes into her mouth.

Thea smiled at the four who made their way over, “must have caught a lot to be out there for so long.”

“Let’s see it!”

“Oh, y’all aren’t ready.” Simone sassed, a glint in her eye as she looked back at you who let out a small laugh.

Damon lifted up one bucket while Jr held the other, “Might be our biggest catch yet.”

“Stop with the suspense and show us!” Nate yelled, now standing.

“Alright, y’all asked for it.” JR shrugged with a smile as he followed Damon to stand in front of the group.

The two brother’s both dipped their heads before they lifted their buckets and tipped it over, emptying its contents.

“What the hell is this?” Cam sucked his teeth.

Morgan peeked up from her phone, “I know they lying.”

In front of them sat pounds of seaweed mixed with some branches.

“You guys were out there all this time and didn’t catch a damn thing? What a waste of time.” Keisha clicked her tongue, “I’m glad I didn’t go.”

Although the rest of the group didn’t exactly get it, stamping it as nothing but to past the time, Simone, Damon, you, and Jr understood what that bonding moment meant as you all shared a brief group hug.

Thea did the honors of snapping a picture with her Polaroid just before you all let go.

Lounging beside Jr, you felt the air starting to calm down but that didn’t stop you from putting some more drops up your nose. As you lay your head on JR’s shoulder, the both of you stared up into the periwinkle sky with specs of pink cotton candy forming in the middle.

His warm hand slipped up to intertwine with yours as he croaked out, “did you have a good day?”

“It’s always a good day with you,” you stared down at your conjoined hands, “wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“I love you, baby.”

You smiled, angling yourself to place a kiss along JR’s jaw, “I love you too, Jessie.”

And his smile matched yours, sparking hope that there’ll be more summers like these.

彡‗ ❍ 彡‗ ❍ 彡‗ ❍ 彡‗ ❍ 彡‗ ❍ 彡‗ ❍ 彡‗ ❍ 彡‗ ❍

Continue along with my summer anthology prompts here.

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iamknicole · 23 days

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Family Fun

Family Ties AU

A/N: Ignore any typos!

Their trip to Mississippi was a success. Haleigh didn't want to leave the Jones family but they sent her home with sweets and gifts for baby boy. Monique made sure Haleigh had her number and knew to use it whenever she needed to. Grandma Jones did the same. Ardian had spent a lot of alone time with Grandpa Jones and his uncles. Haleigh wanted to ask what they were doing but she figured they were like her dad, brother, uncles and cousins when the family got together.

Getting back to Florida was bittersweet, she missed his family already but she was doing a lot of moving around there so she was glad to be in her bed resting. Ardian made sure she knew not to leave the house, barely her bed for anything and to call if she needed something that wasn't in her house. She did so gladly.

A week after getting back, Haleigh mentioned to Roman that she wanted cookout food and he planned a family cookout for the weekend. He let her invite her friends, knowing she would bring Ardian along so him and his cousins could get their hands on him. Learn a little more about him.

"Look at the lil penguin," Apryl gushed as Haleigh waddled into the kitchen. She got up to hug her niece and rub her belly. "Hey, baby boy. What you doing in there?"

Haleigh stared at her aunt trying not to laugh. "That's not nice, Auntie. It's hard moving around with this belly."

"I did it twice, I know." She laughed helping her onto the bar stool next to Trinity, who rubbed her belly.

"Hey, Auntie Trin. Thank you for the slides, they're so comfortable."

"You're welcome. Maybe now you'll stay out those sneakers so your feet stop hurting." She suggested with a smile.

Haleigh shrugged playfully. "I'm not really leaving the house these days anyway so you'll get your way."

"Uhuh unless it's with your lil boyfriend. Why I had to hear about him from your raggedy mama and Apryl? Thought we was better than that."

Haleigh glanced at Apryl, who was laughing and Kandice, who was busying herself with icing cupcakes. "He's not my boyfriend, Auntie. Ardian is just my friend."

"Uhuh friend, Marie. Maybe by the time my grand baby gets here yall will stop acting like you don't like each other." Kandice shrugged with a smile.

Out in front of the house two cars pulled up, one carrying Morgan and Chenice the other carrying Woody, Elijah, Luke and Ardian. Both groups got out, making their way to the front door and Chenice excitedly rung the doorbell.

"That must be the girls," Haleigh said struggling to get down from the stool.

"Girl, sit down." Apryl chastised. "Milo, go get the door please!"

Silence.

"Adrian!"

"I'm going, Ma!" He yelled back, jogging to the door.

"Now Apryl that's a shame that he heard you all the way outside." Kandice laughed. "And why you rushing to the door, Marie? You see them almost every day."

"Not rushing, Mama. They're my guests so I was being polite."

"Or is it cause your boyfriend is with them," Trinity asked making a kissing noises at her.

Haleigh laughed with a hand on her belly. "Auntie, stop."

Milo walked the group into the kitchen then rushed back outside. The group made their rounds hugging the women. Ardian stood by Haleigh rubbing her belly, talking softly to her and baby boy. Morgan nudged Kandice and whispered.

"You finally get to see what we see, Mama."

Kandice raised a browand smiled. "Mmmhm. I see. Os this all the time?"

"Yup," Morgan responded still watching.

Woody shook his head at them. "For them to say they don't like each other, I can't tell."

Apryl shrugged. "They're both lying and think we believe it. I mean look at them, ain't even realized we talking about them."

"You and baby boy alright?" Ardian asked still rubbing her belly.

She nodded, smiling at the kicks she felt. "Yeah we're okay."

"Why you ain't call me to pick you up? You don't need to be driving."

"I didn't drive, my brother picked me up."

Kandice cleared her throat interrupting their conversation. It was then the two of them remembered other people were in the kitchen with them.

"Sorry, sorry. Mommy, Aunties, this is Ardian. Ardian, this is my mom Kandice and my Aunties Apryl and Trinity. He's friends with Woody, Elijah and Luke."

Ardian went to hug them all. "Nice to meet you, ladies. Thank you for letting us come."

All three women shared a look then smiled at him.

"Nice to officially meet you too, Ardian. So you and Hae are dating?" Kandice asked ignoring her daughter's groan.

Ardian smiled. "No ma'am. We're friends and baby boy is my best friend."

"Oooh friends?" Apryl asked with an amused smile. "That's what we're calling it now, light bright?"

Ardian scratched his head confused. "Uuuh I guess so, Ms. Apryl."

Haleigh cut in, "Auntie, leave him alone."

Apryl laughed and zipped her lips.

"You like spending time with them I've heard. Oh how was the trip?" Trinity asked to change the subject.

"Yeah, spend so much time together now I gotta force him to get on the game." Woody complained rolling his eyes.

"Shut up, Woody," Ardian laughed, "But it was good. Hae got to meet my uncle, Auntie, grandparents and Nana. My grandma and Nana made baby boy a few blankets."

"Ooh meeting the family huh? That's sweet." Kandice said looking more at her daughter than Ardian. "We'll have to come over and see these blankets."

When Milo got back to the patio, he informed the other men that Ardian was in the kitchen. Roman shared with his son and nephews what he had sissy told his cousins about his interaction with Ardian before they went back into the house. Koda approached Ardian, standing beside him and asking an arm around his shoulder.

"Yall ain't tell me yall added a new member to the crew."

"Technically Woody added a new member,"Elijah laughed pointing to their other friend.

Woody shook his head. "In my defense, I only invited him to the gender reveal to meet Luke and Elijah. And I told him not to flirt with sis. He didn't listen."

Ardian and Haleigh fired back at the same time. "I wasn't flirting." "He wasn't flirting."

"Hey, hey, hey," Roman called out calmly, "It's all okay. It's okay. Woody, Princess is happy so we're glad you brought him around. It'll only be a bad thing if ... well I think you know."

Woody nodded slowly maintaining eye contact with the bigger man.

"Good, good. Princess ... Chenice ... Morgan," he paused waiting to get their attention, "We're gonna borrow these fellas. We need all hands on deck outside. And don't worry, we'll take good care of them. Come on, fellas."

The men took notice of Ardian getting one last rub of Haleigh's belly before turning away. Luke and Elijah followed him while Woody stayed back hoping to be forgotten as the men walked out. A few moments later Jimmy poked his head back in the kitchen.

"That meant you too. Bring ya ass on, Woody!"

When they got outside Koda gripped Ardian's shoulder tight and passed him a beer after popping the top off for him.

"So uuuuh you like my sister? And ion wanna hear that friends bullshit you told my dad." Koda said bluntly.

Ardian took a long drink to avoid the question. "We are friends though. I'm helping her and baby boy out as much as I can. She shouldn't be doing this alone while she pregnant."

Jey stated at him. "So you gon leave after she have lil uce then? You just doing this while she pregnant."

"No, no. I'm here as long as she want me around."

"Baby cousin don't just let people around for a few weeks or months. Once she's attached that's it unless you leave or do something to her." Milo chimed in.

"I ain't gon do nothing to hurt her. That weak ass already did enough to her as is." Ardian shrugged. "I'm picking up his slacks because I want to and because her and baby boy deserve it."

Jimmy grinned sticking his hand out for Ardian to slap, which he did. "Smooth operator! I just wanna say I liked you since the gender reveal. I told them."

Jey and Roman smacked his neck making them all laugh.

"I just got one question," Eli announced. "You don't got no weird ass pregnancy fetish, do you? Cause that's nasty and outta the question."

All the men started laughing, shoving Eli playfully.

"I know Pops already told you but ima say it again," Koda said squeezing Ardian's shoulder again. "As long as baby sis is happy we good with you but the minute she ain't yo ass is grass. Clear?"

"Crystal," Ardian said coolly.

"But don't worry you won't be alone if shit goes bad. Woody gon get his ass whooped too," Jimmy added glancing in the other man's direction.

Woody groaned. "And after we both heal, Ardian ima whoop your ass again."

Ardian laughed. "Chill, Woody. I know Messiah said a lot of shit that ended up being a lie but I ain't him. I'm a man, I got my priorities together. I ain't gon let no harm come to Hae or baby boy. They good with me."

The three older men stared hard at Ardian for a few moments then broke into wide smiles. They offered him hugs and welcomed him into the family ignoring his insistence that him and Haleigh were just friends.

"At this point, that's yo son." Eli asserted.

Woody threw his hands up. "That's what I said!"

#family ties au #pregnant single mama au #ardian & Haleigh

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leennaan · 1 year

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A/N this is not my art I got it from pinterest all cred to the artist

A/N also posted on my Wattpad: @ leennaan

I am sorry but this is not proofread

@curiousgalacticsoul here is your request. Sorry that it took me so long but some stuff happend. But anyways here it is:

Endgame's battle of Earth is done, Nat's alive. Now romanogers can finally retire from superhero life and life a peaceful life, maybe near pepperony's home

Today was the 15th of June 2024.

Almost one year after the war against Thanos.

It was one of the most scary days in Steve’s life and at the same time one of the best.

If somebody had told him a year ago that they would win and get everybody back he wouldn’t have believed it.

But here he was, standing in front of a big window looking over the big garden they shared with Tony and Pepper. A long table was standing in front of the Stark house. He could see Pepper decorating the table. Tony was running around with little Morgan, his arm better but still not fully functional. He smiled while watching the small family outside, preparing for Morgan’s Birthday-Party.

A knock on the bedroom door interrupted his train of thoughts.

“Steve?! Are you ready? Pepper is probably already waiting for us.”

He smiled as soon as he heard the voice. Natasha was standing in the door, arms crossed and a small smile on her lips.

Every time he looked at her, he couldn’t believe that she was really there.

The few hours he believed she was dead, were the worst of his life.

The moment she walked out of one of Stranges portals, with her signature smirk, would be forever burned into his brain. The relief he felt when she hugged him, after they won, when he could feel that she was truly there and not just an imagination of his brain.

“Penny for your thoughts.”

Natasha was now standing directly in front of him, her arms wrapped around his shoulder.

“Just how lucky I am to be standing here today, with you by my side. All our friends joining us today to celebrate Morgan’s sixth birthday. I love you, Nat.”

He bent down and connected their lips in a sweet kiss.

“I love you too. Now common, we really need to get going.”

Together they walked outside and then the short path over to Peppers and Tony’s house. They greeted the small family and congratulated the little girl.

“Auntie Nat, Uncle Steve!

Look what Daddy got me! “ Morgan was running up to them with full speed, a little robot similar to Dum-E following her.

Steve and Natasha kneeled down to greet Morgan and to look at her new friend.

“Daddy says he had one just like me now. I named him Griffin, after Harry Potters House! Mommy let me watch the first one together with Peter last time he visited and I want to be in Gryffindor just like Harry.” Rambled Morgan.

She looked cute like that.

“He looks really nice! Griffin is such a good name for your little friend!” Sayed Natasha while she hugged the girl. Griffin standing next to them watching their interaction.

“Uhh I really enjoyed watching Harry Potter when I watched it with Nat. Next time you visited we should watch the second Movie if your Mother allows.”

“Oh yay! Can we? I am going to ask Mummy right away!”

And before either of the two adults could say anything else, Morgan was running away on her search for her Mother.

Steve stood up from his crouching position and held out his hand to help Nat up.

“Come on, let’s great the others.”

While the couple chatted with the birthday girl, some of the others arrived.

Wanda and Vision where standing with Pepper, a big wrapped box in Wandas hands. Morgan was running up to them happy, to see another aunt and kind of uncle of hers.

Clint, Laura and the kids had just arrived and where now walking the path down to them. “Auntie Nat! Uncle Steve! I missed you sooo sooo much!” Nathaniel was the first who spotted them and flung himself into Steve’s arms, who catched him and hoisted him up on his hip.

“We missed you too buddy! How is school? You have to tell me everything!”

While they talked almost everyone else arrived and the birthday party was in full swing.

Around noon it was time for the cake. Everyone was seated around the table, talking and having fun.

Steve had his arm slung around Natasha’s shoulders, while she was talking to Wanda.

He was so happy, that everything turned out like this. That they could be sitting here together as one big family, celebrating Morgan’s Birthday and just enjoying life. But his thoughts were interrupted by a long whistle and Natasha’s head snapped around, whistling back almost immediately. When he looked up to Natasha’s and his house he could make out a small person, who he knew was Yelena, Natasha’s sister.

Natasha had told him about her in the five years of the blip and after they brought everyone back Natasha had tried to contact her for ages, but no luck. Turned out, someone had told Yelena that Natasha had died while fighting against Thanos and she had gone rought. Trying to find the one she thought was responsible for her death. Long story short around the Easter holidays Clint was visiting New York with his kids and Yelena found him, they fought and Clint told her what really happened and afterwards Yelena and Natasha reconnected again.

Natasha had stood up and was now walking towards Yelena, who he now saw wasn’t standing alone. Another woman was standing next to her, taller than Yelena but he couldn’t say who it was.

When they arrived at the table everyone was joyful to see Yelena again. And while everyone greeted the her the other woman was standing next to Clint and his family greeting them and talking to them. “Everyone, may I Introduce you to the new Hawkeye! This is Kate we met while I was in New York, I helped her with some problems and she helped me with Yelena over here!”

“Hey! She did not help you! She was trying to fight me with Hot sauce!”

“Come one Yel. We said we wouldn’t talk about it. Anyways. Hey everyone I am Kate. Kate Bishop. Big fan of you guys. Nice to meet you all.”

It was good to see, that eventho the original Avengers we’re slowly retiring, someone else was brave enough to stand up and do the work.

Steve and Natasha had agreed to stop with the avenging and while he had given Sam the Shield, Natasha had a long talk with Yelena and she agreed to step into her sisters shoes, at least for know.

So now they were sitting all together, new and old generation and just talking about the good things in life.

He jumped a bit when ge heard Nat whispering in his ear. “You are thinking really loud.”

He had to chuckle before he answers her. “ Just thinking about how lucky we are. How lucky I am to have this family. That I have you by my side. I Love you Nat.” The smile that she gave him was a real one. One he saw more and more since they retired. “I love you too, Steve. I am so happy to be here with all of you, and especially you.”

When he leaned in to kiss her. He heard none other than Tony wolf whistle. “Get a room you too.”

Yeah. They were lucky to have this. Family.

All was Well.

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magician-kitty · 7 months

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Of Fox and Men

Summary: MK meets an old friend again, making a certain someone jealous

The sign of the noodle shop lit up and inside, Pigsy rang the bell as he called out for MK. "Order up! Kid!"

"On it Pigsy!" MK responded as she placed the bag of noodles in the cooler as she got her phone out to get towards the place of the person who ordered it. MK then puts on het headphones and drives around in the tuk-tuk. When she arrived, the person of the home opened the door as the brunette greeted them sweetly "Pigsy's Noodles!"

"Aww," Cooed a middle aged woman, her teenage daughter standing next to her. "Thank you dearest~"

MK nodded, "Have a nice day madam!"

Soon enough, every order had been delivered, and she were about to cross the bridge that lead back to the shop, when a delicious aroma caught her attention.

"Mmm~ break time!~" MK smiled and parks the Tuk-Tuk in front of a bakery. The neon lights reading "Sweet Ming's Bakery"

The door was heard opening and then closing. The owner smirked as she looked to see her most frequent customer.

"Why, if it isn't everyone's favorite heroine. Hello there MK." The lady greeted.

The owner is a middle aged woman with smooth tanned skin, dark ebony hair that's held together with two needle pins, dark blue eyes, wearing a red qipao dress with white sparkle designs, yellow buttons, black leggings and black heels.

"Good morning, Miss Ming!" MK greeted. "Your looking lovely and dandy as usual!" She smiled.

"My, aren't you a little charmer, Has that overstuffed swine finally let you off today?" Ming chucked, leaning on the wooden counter.

MK chuckled nervously. Okay, let's say her and Pigsy don't really get along so well, then being both chefs and all.

"Oh I was just finishing my deliveries and stopped by to see my favorite chef of all time!! Don't tell Pigsy I said that...." She muttered the last part. "Anyway, I was kinda hoping for my favorite dessert today."

"Of course sweetie, anything for my favorite customer." Ming smiled sweetly before clearing her throat. "CHEN! I NEED PICKUP #3, STAT!!" She yelled, startling MK a bit.

Okaaayyy....Maybe she isn't really all that sweet.

"Coming Auntie!" A male's voice called out hurriedly, the back door of the bakery opens and out comes a young man carrying tons of boxes.

He has short black, shaggy hair, ivory skin, grey eyes, has beauty mark on the right side of his face, a cut on his left eyebrow. He seems to be MK's height.

He's wearing a black shirt over a dark red jacket, dark blue pants and grey shoes with white soles.

"Look out, coming throu-Aaahhhh!!" He yelped as his foot slipped on a puddle, stumbling and falling over. MK couldn't help but wince at the sight.

Miss Ming sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "That's coming out of you're paycheck, boy! Morgan, I thought I told you to clean up in here..!" She went into the back of the kitchen, leaving the two alone.

"Hey, are you okay?" MK asked, helping him up, picking up the discard boxes, luckily the goods were still attached. Chen sighed and dusted himself off. "Yeah, yeah I'm okay, I'm-" He stopped mid sentence as he gazed upon MK, as if he recognized her.

"...Xiaotian?..."

"....Chen?..."

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"Wait a second, are you sure it's the same guy?"

Back at the shop, MK was cleaning up, actually cleaning!

"Yeah Mei, I couldn't believe I myself! Who knew the guy we went to kindergarten with, is the guy we both love, music wise I mean!" She squealed in excitement, scrolling through her phone, looking through his music playlist.

She pressed the 'play button' playing one of his songs.

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MK sighed lovingly,holding her phone to her chest. "He has the most beautiful singing voice I ever heard."

However the dragon girl wasn't all that convinced, "Really? I mean Master Chen is my favorite artist too, but I doubt it's the same guy." Mei said, shrugging her shoulders.

Ding!

The bell on the door rang as someone entered the shop. "Hello? Are you open?" A male's voice asked.

Mei turned around to greet the person. "Oh c'mon...in?"' Her eyes widened, her mouth gaped at who was in front of her.

It was him, Master Chen!

Mei squeaked in excitement, stars in her eyes and went up to greet him. "Ohmygosh!! It's you, As in my favorite artist, Master Chen!" She exclaimed, all in his face. "I have all your albums." She holds up on of his hits.

Chen blinked in surprise but grinned, nervously. "Oh, why thank you. It's still a work in progress though. You must be Mei, MK's famous dragon rider gal pal."

Mei gasped, stars in her eyes. "You know me?"

"Know you? Girl please, I watched you on Tv during The Great Wall Race," He took her hands, smiling bashfully. "You're amazing!!"

Mei chuckled nervously, a little blush on her face. "Eheheh..."

He then remembered why he came. "Oh yeah, I'm here for a pickup." He said.

Mei perked up. "You got it! Here she is, my gal pal, MK!" Mei grabbed MK's hand and brought her over to her side, making her yelp.

MK gulped, sweating a bit all nervous. "Uh, Hey Chen...?" She waved, her voice all shakily.

"Hey MK, I'm here for my pickup!" He takes the bag of noodles in his hands. "And i was wondering...if you're doing with work I'd thought we'd hang out today?" He asked.

MK gasped, "Really, sure! I'd love too!" MK whimpered, bouncing up and down in excitement.

This has got to be the best day that happening to her, nothing could possibly ruin this.

Neither of them failed to notice that someone has been spying and listening to their conversation.

Ironclad, one of Red Son's Bull clones who was listening in quietly made their way out of the shop and onto the rooftop, where Red Son stood.

Ironclad told Red Son about everything that just happened. He stood there eyes widened, a shocked/worried look on his face.

What?

MK, his girlfriend, was hanging out with someone else, another guy! Why!? Was he not suddenly good enough for her.

Was she...cheating on him?

The fire demon shook his head at the ridiculous thought, Never! MK would never do such a thing.

"Some pretty boy dares to touch what is mine!?" He yelled angrily, clenching his fist, fangs baring as his hair caught on fire.

He'll get to the bottom of this, one way or another.

Cause any demon, or pathetic mortal knows you don't mess with one's courting partner.

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Later, At the park While Chen and MK were sitting together, having a conversation. Red Son was hiding behind a tree, watching the two through a pair of binoculars. Grinning, the fire demon fired a blow-dart at them, hitting MK's hand.

"Ow!" She winced, lifted her hand up. "A bee must have stung me."

"Here, let me pull that out." Chen carefully took the blow-dart out, then flicked it to the side, unknowingly striking where Red Son was hiding.

"Aaaahhh!" The fire demon yelled when the blow-dart hit him.

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In his next attempt, Red Son spotted the two talking, he couldn't quite hear what they were saying but he waved his hands around igniting blue flames within his hands.

By the looks of it she was dazzled by it.

"Big deal, I can do that too." The raging demon huffed, he then blinked in surprise when the ebony haired guy summoned an spirit.

A small fox spirit.

"Aww, it's so cute!!!" She cooed, cradling the small creature in her arms.

Growling, Red Son started lowering a spider down like a yo-yo to the 'couple'; But on the way down, He noticed that the spider had vanished.

"What the?" He glanced at his sleeve to see the spider on him, Then it bit him.

"Ow!" He screamed in pain, flailing his arms around, then he lost his footing and fell into a dumpster.

"Did you hear something?" Chen asked, looking around. "I don't think so." MK answered, they continued talking and MK petting the small avatar spirit.

"Ugh," Red Son groaned, as he was covering in dirt and filth.

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Next, Red Son threw a hive at the two but the bees hovered behind them like a cloud. His widened upon hearing buzzing, before they chased him away.

That night, he tried yet again, Red Son had several bee stings, a black eye, and a missing tooth from the incident.

This time he's gonna match up to her workplace. On his way there he had a bouquet of flowers in his hand with a determinate look his face.

He's going to win back his girlfriend.

He then heard noises, he hid somewhere in an alleyway near her boss's noodle shop, where he spotted MK and the pretty boy again, they looked pretty beaten up.

The Bull prince listened in on their conversation.

"Thank you so much, MK! Honestly I-I can't thank you enough." Chen said happily, taking her hands in his.

"Hey it's fine, I'm just glad everything is back to normal." She sighed in relief. Chen then hummed, getting an idea.

"Say, I'm going to be live at the park in a few hours, how would you like to accompany me?" He asked.

She gasped, nodding frantically. "Really!! Yes! I'd love too."

Unknowingly that Red Son had been listening, his head hang low, lip quivering and clenched his fist. He can practically hear his heart shattering.

He couldn't believe it, he just lost the woman he loved to someone else, and what's worse...He's a damn Huli-Jing.

Red Son then walked away, broken and defeated, tossing the bouquet away in a nearby trash can.

To Be Continued

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...in the details, Part 9

A/N: Warning for this series: 18+ audience (minors DNI), some cinematic level violence, some fluff and angst. Doubt that smut will be involved, but it may be implied. I’ll make sure that is noted clearly if it pops up.

All relationships, at this point in the story, are platonic, but there is romance in the cards for Kari and Bucky.

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Where we last left this motley crew: Kari was now on her way to Delacroix, LA, but things were still bubbling along at the Stark Lab where Bruce, Wong, Darcy, Shang-Chi, Katy, Peter and Ned were all trying to find the answer to one question:

“I have no idea who or what a Cailleach is, do you?” Darcy said as she gazed up at the holographic figure hovering in the air before the group. “Bruce, any clue?”

“You’re asking me? Mythology and fantasy novels are not my go-to subjects, Darcy,” Bruce replied as he turned to Wong. Wong looked more like he wanted to run to the nearest mountaintop than answer that question. “Wong, I’m guessing from the look on your face that you know and just don’t want to go there at the moment.”

Wong stood with his arms crossed, staring at Bruce. “No, I have no idea who that woman is. Not exactly anyway. Her name is in some ancient texts in Kamar-Taj. But there has never been any clear context about who she is or what she can do.”

“Guys, I’m sure the database has the answers,” Ned said as he tapped on his keyboard. “What’s the AI called here? Peter’s is called Karen.”

“Friday, what can you tell us about Cailleach?” Bruce asked, but the AI stayed quiet for a good few seconds.

“I’m sorry, Doctor Banner,” the AI said with a lovely Irish lilt, “but Mr. Stark has put that information off limits for now. You’ll need the OK from Ms. Potts to access it.”

“Seriously?” Darcy yelped as she looked at the hologram. “He didn’t set things up in case something went bad? Great.”

“Let me get Pepper on the phone,” Bruce said as he started calling up a view screen so she could see everyone when they got through to her. “Pepper, Hi. Uhm, what’s going on there?”

“Oh, Hi Bruce! Morgan is building something…” Pepper turned to face where Morgan was sitting.

“Hi Uncle Bruce!” Morgan shouted as she showed off the castle she was building from LEGO. At least it looked like a castle. “Where’s Auntie Kari? I need her to tell me if this horse has the right stuff for battle. My troops are gonna fight a dinosaur.”

“Hi, Morgan. I was calling your mom to talk about Auntie Kari. Can we borrow your mom for a minute?”

"Sure, but not too long! She promised to help me make a tower for Rapunzel!"

“What’s wrong?” Pepper asked as she walked away from Morgan and finally looked at what was going on at the lab. “Oh, Friday blocked access? I can see the hologram is red.”

“Yeah, Tony set up a failsafe on this file, and we need to access it. I can explain the details to you later, but we could use an access code.”

“Sending clearance over the line now,” Pepper said as she tapped keys on her own computer console. “Could you use my help? You look like you’ve got a full house. New faces, too.”

Bruce chuckled as he opened up the view a bit so Pepper could see more of what was going on in the lab. “Wanda got in trouble, and Kari went to help her. Some bad magic stuff happened, and we’re trying to help Kari fix it. That’s about as simple an explanation as I can give you right now.”

Pepper sighed as she nodded to Bruce, and the look on her face said a lot more than Banner expected. “Pepper, yeah. If you want to head down here to Jersey, great. I’ll keep the coffee pot on.”

About an hour later, Pepper came into the lab, with Morgan and Happy Hogan trailing behind her. “Bruce, we’re here. We brought along some food,” she said as Happy set down bags from a local diner.

“Pepper Potts, Xu Shang-Chi and Katy Chen, and I think you know Dr. Darcy Lewis,” Bruce said as he gave Pepper a hug. “And Peter’s friend Ned Leeds.”

“Hey, Pepper. Hey, Happy,” Peter said before Morgan ran over and almost tackled him. “And who is this linebacker for the Giants?”

“Petey! We brought dinner! And I wanna help Aunt Kari!” Morgan shouted before she ran back to Happy to help set out the food.

“So, the file’s working now?” Pepper asked as she looked at the hologram. “We can’t see a face? Why?”

“According to Tony’s records, he and Steve talked to Thor about this at some point, but even he had no idea who this is. She is bad. That’s all I know. And Cailleach is not so much a name as a code name or an honorific. It’s apparently a reference to a crone in Celtic mythology. I’m guessing she is one of the rogues’ gallery of people Kari talks about when she insists we do not want to fight the people who want her dead.”

“Maybe this person is part of the bad guys in The Rift?” Peter said as he went to help Morgan so she didn’t drop a big bag of food on the floor. “Kari told us about them one day at lunch, right, Ned?”

“Right! At that pizza place when we all got back from the blip,” Ned said before Wong spun around, his tuna melt almost dropping from his hands. He had literally grabbed one from the New York Sanctum just before Pepper arrived. He was going to ask Ned to go get food, but Pepper saved the day, as usual.

“Bruce, Kari never mentioned that, did she?” Wong asked as Banner shook his head. “Darcy, you said she was missing about six months’ worth of time when you two sat in Westview? You mentioned that when we first started trying to unravel this mess.”

“Bingo on the time frame. She went back to Ireland for a bit, then off to Westview, and then she did the Sam and Bucky stuff, but a hole about the size of Hoboken is sitting in the middle of everything,” Darcy noted as she grabbed some fries. “Trying to break up Wanda and Agatha Harkness’ fight really knocked Kari for a loop.”

“Agatha Harkness?” Pepper asked as Wong rolled his eyes. “Oh. Bad magical person?”

“You could say that, and you would not be wrong. Kari was trying to make everyone forget her for some very weird reason,” Wong said as Katy and Darcy both chimed in with the one reply that made any sense—“Bucky Barnes”—and then Wong continued his story.

“Kari cast her spell, and whatever happened in Westview with Wanda made it go off the rails. She’s tied to Barnes on some psionic level, and we can’t undo it yet. Wanda may have wanted to...”

"Get the old Buckster to Westview for Kari. As Husband Material. Wanda created cats for them for crying out loud. I was there. Darcy Lewis, circus entertainer extraordinaire."

“Would anyone in Asgard be able to help? They have magic wielders. I know what Kari does is different from what you and Stephen do,” Pepper said as she looked to see if Morgan was playing or paying more attention to the grown up chatter going on around her. “Maybe they could help? This is a huge mess.”

“I can see if Valkyrie has anyone who might be able to give us some help,” Bruce said as he looked up at the hologram again. “Friday, where did Tony get the information for this file?”

“From some of Howard Stark’s personal papers,” the AI replied as some files appeared on screens around the lab. “Howard was once in a relationship with a friend of Kari’s named Devnet Casey. Devnet…”

“The magic book lady!” Katy shouted as she grabbed the volume on mystic weapons that was sitting on one of the tables. “This was written by Devnet Casey! Who is probably dead…”

“No,” Friday said as a picture of Devnet appeared where the hologram had been. “She’s very much alive and living in Ireland. She lectures at the National University of Ireland, Galway.”

“Do I sense a road trip?” Darcy asked as she looked at Bruce. “Please? I’ve never been to Ireland, and I’d love to go sing in a pub there and eat those boxty things Kari makes. Potato pancakes. Like latkes but not.”

“Maybe we should see if we can contact her at the university before we just jump on a jet or open a portal?” Pepper replied before hearing Morgan shout “oops!” as Happy almost knocked over a small box of files. “Morgan? Happy? What is that? It looks old, and Tony was not a fan of old.”

“It says it belonged to Uncle Steve!” Morgan said as she pointed to writing on the side of the box. “What’s inside?”

Hogan opened the box and held up what looked like evidence envelopes and confidential file jackets. “These all belonged to Phil Coulson. Why did Steve Rogers have a bunch of stuff that belonged to a SHIELD agent? Didn’t Coulson die on the Helicarrier when Loki was making life difficult?”

“Yes, he did. I’ll ask Maria Hill about this stuff,” Pepper said with a small sigh as she walked over to look at the box. “Wait,” she said as she took one envelope from Happy. “Oh, Tony. What were you digging up this time?”

Bruce walked over toward Pepper, Happy and the box before glancing back at Wong. “What is it, Pepper?”

Before Pepper could answer, a FaceTime call request came in from Ireland. The screen lit up, and on the other side of the Atlantic, Devnet Casey sat on a brown leather sofa with a cup of tea in her hand and her Irish wolfhound Tyrone’s head resting on her knee. If she were compared to an actor or movie character, she was the real life version of Xena’s Gabrielle, a petite, short-haired blonde who now chose tweed and denim over leather.

“Hello. I’m not exactly used to getting call requests from the States. Especially at this hour. So, is this about a redhead? I’m betting it is. I haven’t heard from Kari in ages. Is it a man this time, or did the government lock her up because of those damnable Accords? She never listens. About men or mayhem!”

“Oh hey there! Dr. Darcy Lewis here, and Wong, Sorcerer Supreme, and a seeming cast of thousands. And yes, it’s about Kari. Can we come visit you? We thought you might be able to help.”

“I’ll do you one better,” Dev said as everyone saw her get up, and in an instant she was in the middle of the lab via her own portal. “Ty, sweetie, you need to stay home while Mama talks to these nice people. You can go snuggle in the bed, and I’ll be back as soon as I can,” she said to her dog as the portal closed. “Now, has Kari gone off the radar entirely? Or is she just acting weird again? And…who told you about her?” she asked as she pointed to the hologram.

“Howard Stark did, more or less,” Bruce said as he walked over. “Bruce Banner. We can do all the introductions later.”

“You spoke at NUIG a few years ago. Before I got dusty, I mean. I went to your talk. You and Tony Stark...” Dev started to say as she looked over and saw Pepper. “I’m so sorry for your loss. I was one of Howard’s, uhm, lady friends, shall we say, before he met Maria. Kari told me all about Tony when he was younger. She babysat for Howard and Maria once. Tony was a very spirited child.”

“You mean my dad!” Morgan shouted as she ran up next to her mother. “He was the best!”

“Indeed he was,” Dev said as she stopped and looked at the Stark mini-me standing there. “You remind me of your grandpa. Now, back to Kari. What do you know about Cailleach?”

Darcy had maneuvered herself so she was standing next to a box of cookies the Stark crew had brought in with them. She finally found a chocolate chip cookie and started to nibble on it. “Next to nothing? Can’t see a face. No data in the database beyond that goofy image.”

Dev looked around the room and seemed to be debating what to do next as she moved to face the hologram. “I wish Kari were here. It’s her life, and none of us should be digging into it without her here. It’s not as simple as fighting off aliens or robots. I know this is cliché, but it is complicated.”

“Especially because she got magically whammied,” Ned said as he waved at Devnet from his chair. “She was trying to help Wanda Maximoff, and some other weird witch hit her with an energy blast.”

“That would have been helpful at the top,” Dev grumbled as she looked at the hologram again. “What kind of magic?”

“Wanda is a user of chaos magic,” Wong said very bluntly, “and Agatha Harkness…”

“A succubus. She’s a succubus. I’ve heard about her but never had the pleasure of fighting her. Creepy is the best word to describe her. And cracked like an old pot. She likely hasn’t had a good thought since 1692 from what I’ve been told. So chaos magic and succubus powers, and you had the Goddess in the middle. Or was she trying to help either side? Was Kari light or dark in this?”

“She was trying to help Wanda, but we had no idea about her full powers until this all happened,” Wong replied, “so light. And I know that makes a difference.”

“Thank you. You do not want to fight against Kari when she is on a magic bender. Enya and I have…oh shite! I’ll need to get Enya here. If I can find her. She went time hopping. Or was that universe hopping? I’ll check my last note from her later. Enya is Kari’s sister-in-law. Sister of Galen Sun, Kari’s first husband. Oh, this could get to be all sorts of bad. But I am not calling Minerva or Dorian just yet. Thomas O‘Malley’s sister and her husband. And you have no idea about anyone I just talked about. Great. Shut up, Devnet. You are only making this worse.”

“And you are who in her life, exactly?” Darcy asked as she grabbed another cookie. “You write books. That’s all we know.”

“I grew up near Galway, and I met Kari and Enya at Camelot when Arthur was king. And for the record, Merlin was not a hottie like on the BBC show. Arthur was a snack, and Lancelot. Oh my gods. Yes. Wait. Why isn’t Kari here anyway? Don’t tell me she’s off in The Rift again?”

“She went to Louisiana to help one of our teammates,” Bruce started to explain as Dev shook her head and started to mutter under her breath. “Delacroix to be exact. Is that a problem?”

“As long as she doesn’t run afoul of the preternatural community there, things should be just peachy. Her brother Ewan got into a fuss once with some fellow vampires there, so who knows who is holding a grudge? But I keep getting this vibe that there is more to all of this than anyone is letting on. You had better spill the tea now. I can’t work with spotty intel.”

Dev grabbed a bottle of water before staring up at Cailleach again. “Can’t you just get Kari back here?”

“Does the name Bucky Barnes mean anything to you?” Darcy finally asked, “Or was he not a topic of conversation when you and Howard were friends, Devnet?”

“Barnes? She found him again? No. No. No. That is all sorts of bad. He damned near killed her the last time, and I am not going to try to patch her up again. And I don’t mean broken bones or a bruised shoulder. I mean mentally.”

“The files say they fought in Katowice, Poland,” Peter noted as Dev stomped over to where he and Ned were stationed. “Is that right? Is that the last place they fought? Because Bucky spent time in Wakanda with a bunch of doctors and scientists. He’s better now. They undid what HYDRA did. The brain washing, I mean.”

“Yes, Poland in 1991, and on the steps of the Winter Palace in the 1960s, and some other Cold War era hot spot. Havana. That was before the Winter Palace. Mid or late 1950s, I think. They nearly did each other in at least a half dozen times. Poland was the worst because she finally realized who he was. Star-crossed is not even the right word for those two. Cursed. Tortured. A disaster waiting to happen. I’m glad he got help. I didn’t know that. Peace to him, but they are still not a great match.”

Dev paced behind Peter and Ned and then stopped as she reached down to pick up a screwdriver on a desk next to them, flipping it in her hands as she tried to get her next thoughts in order.

“Did Loki give her back that stupid dagger? Please tell me that hasn’t popped up again. I hate that damned blade.”

“Dagger?” Wong asked as he looked over at Bruce. “What dagger?”

“It’s this ornate blade with emeralds on the hilt. The blade has gold filigree work on it. She and Barnes each got stabbed with it in that fight in Katowice. We never knew where it came from, but it brought her nothing but pain,” Dev explained as she stayed near Peter and Ned. “I wish I knew more. It isn’t from any group we know about. Not elven. Not demonic. Not a weapon of the Heavenly Warhost. Kari got very weird after that fight. Weird for Kari, I mean, and I’ve known her for over a thousand years. It was like part of her soul was sucked out. That isn’t even a decent explanation. I just wish we’d been able to see how it affected Barnes back then, but you couldn’t exactly roll up to a HYDRA base and ask how their top assassin was feeling.”

“Uh, no on the dagger,” Darcy said as she walked over toward Katy again, motioning for the book next to Chen. “Is it in this book you wrote?”

“No, that’s weapons before 1990,” Dev explained as she looked at the tome. “I never wrote a thing about weapons after that. I should have, but, as I said, Kari got weird, and Enya walked away, so I’ve been teaching and doing children’s books and romance novels ever since. I’ve been muttering for years that Kari let us down. Guess I need to order that ugly sweater in my size, too. I fucked up. She needed me, and I fucked it up royally. Do you guys have room for a slightly weepy professor of writing and antiquities on your squad? At least until this is over? Oh, and my dog Tyrone. I can’t leave him alone too long.”

“Mommy! A puppy!” Morgan squealed as she ran around Pepper.

“Tyrone is hardly a puppy,” Dev replied as she looked at Morgan. “I’d keep him leashed or in another room if needed. He’s sweet. He just looks and eats like a small horse.”

“Bruce, this is getting too complicated,” Wong noted as he started to do a head count of everyone there.

Darcy stopped noshing on food and gave Bruce one of her typical glares as she, too, started a head count. “Not if we break up into teams, guys. We may not get answers for weeks. Months even. But come on! We are The Avengers and Their Super Brainy Friends! What? Bad team name? I think it rocks.”

“You’ve been pretty quiet,” Katy said to Shang-Chi as he sat doing his own research on his father in the database. “Oh, dad stuff?”

“I figured I might as well since I have no idea about this Celtic stuff. But my dad may have known things since he was immortal. Can't hurt to look, right?”

Dev looked at the pair but didn’t engage them just yet. She had noticed the rings sticking out of the backpack earlier but had kept quiet about them. One problem at a time was all she needed at the moment.

“So, we make a pact to keep this quiet for now?” Pepper asked as she walked over to Bruce. “This feels wrong.”

“When Kari comes back from Delacroix, I’ll call you, Darcy and Wong. Then we can talk to her. I agree that this seems off, and our new friend seems to know more than she is letting on. I’m not shocked.”

“I just do not want to say things before Kari can say them herself. She really has told me precious little about The Destroyer there.”

Darcy spun on her heel and glared at Devnet.

“Wait. What now? The what?”

��Cailleach roughly translates to the crone creator and destroyer, and, depending on which aspect you reference, that is what you see. This one is The Destroyer. I thought that was pretty clear from the huge sword.”

In Part 10: The scene shifts to Delacroix with Kari, Bucky and the Wilson Family, but will romance flourish, friendships be made or hearts end up broken?

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Tony: where's Morgan?

Pepper: Clint and Natasha are playing dress-up with her

Tony: they are?

Pepper: she was upset about some mean girl in her class calling her names

Tony: huh. Well that's really sweet of them, distracting her like that

Pepper: *laughs*

Pepper: sure. That's exactly what they're doing

*meanwhile*

Natasha, going through Morgan's closet: now, these shoes have reinforced soles

Clint: which mean that your kicks are going to be twice as painful

#look they're great with kids #you better believe those two are Morgan's favorite aunts/uncles #aunt Carol and uncles Thor and Sam are fun bc they can take her flying #and uncle Bruce can turn green which is her favorite color #and aunt Maria always brings her candy #but uncle Clint and auntie Nat really understand her and show her the coolest things #plus their advice is the best #anyway hawkeye and black widow are actually the best with kids send tweet #clint barton #hawkeye #natasha romanoff #morgan stark #god look at me writing a post in which parts of endgame are canon #me @ myself: *sniffs and wipes tear* they grow up so fast #tony stark #pepper potts #incorrect quotes

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ok but i genuinely don’t understand why they deleted this scene like i know it doesn’t rlly add much to the storyline but nat always wanted to stay in Ohio and i think it would’ve been rlly sweet to get to see her go back home again and ACTUALLY SMILE and BE HAPPY before infinity war and endgame and ya. I also think it nicely shows the wider impact the avengers have rather than just the gov and media organisations slamming them and the destruction they cause lmao. like let’s be real what little kid doesn’t wanna be natasha romanoff or a genius-billionaire-playboy philanthropist or have a rlly cool shield or hammer or bow

alsoooo… I adore nat with kids. Given her childhood was essentially stripped away (grrr red room) I think she finds a lot of comfort in witnessing and even contributing to the fun experience youth provides. she’s also obviously soft for kids as we saw with the limited scenes of her interacting with clints family or even Morgan. (when she calls herself auntie Nat and scoops Lila into her arms and then gets given that painting my heart ahhdhjdj like that literally brought her out of the distress she was in after reliving her own childhood) but back to the deleted scene, LITTLE NAT SEEING REAL NAT AND THEIR INTERACTION PLS IM NOT CRYING U R. THAT WAS SO ADORABLE AND HER LITTLE SOUND AFFECT LIKE SHE KNOWS SHE JUST MADE THAT KIDS ENTIRE DAY. anyway yeah im not over black widow and i need more content of Nat and kids.

side note: nat riding the motorbike and taking off her helmet and shaking her hair pls im so gay

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favourite avenger - wandanat x daughter!r

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a/n: this was supposed to be a fluffy blurb, in the end it became 1.7k … and it is not very fluffy, gets a little angsty and talks a little about how the kids lost their parents so:”) this is the kids’ first halloween with the team, r hasn’t fully warmed up to the idea of calling wandanat her parents yet but this chapter will mark the beginning of their growing relationship. also i know this note is getting lengthy but i would like to apologise for how messy this series is going to be lol, i will most likely not post stuff in chronological order just random ideas i have for this particular au:”) anyways let’s go!

tw: talks of death, accidents

ages: kate and yelena are 20, peter is 18, y/n and cooper are 8, lila is 6, ellie and morgan are 4 while nate is 6 months! fuck canon compliance amirite?

“alright so you can be anyone or anything you want for halloween. what do you little ones have in mind?” tony asked the three children who were all gathered in morgan’s playroom.

“spidey!” morgan cheered loudly, holding up her spider-man plush toy. you chuckled at that, noting how morgan was even dressed in spider-man pyjamas. tony’s offended face made everything even funnier in your opinion.

“what? no ironman?” the billionaire huffed, sighing when morgan repeated her earlier answer.

“anyone?” ellie turned to look at you, gaze questioning. you nodded in response.

“last time we had halloween i think you were dressed as a puppy, so that i could be dorothy from wizard of oz.” you replied, your hand fiddling with the pages of the book on your lap. which was, your obvious favourite, wizard of oz. it was one of your last few memories of your biological family, arguably your most cherished memory.

“hmm..” ellie mumbled thoughtfully as she eyed the various avenger toys in front of her that she and morgan had been playing with earlier. picking up the thor one, she turns back to tony, “i be thor?”

“that can be arranged. what about you mini maximoff?” tony turns to you, as he taps away on his tablet, arranging for a mini spider-man (spider-woman?) and god of thunder suit to be made. you knew that ellie would absolutely love the cape.

“i’m not sure, maybe i’ll decide another time?” you shrugged, returning your attention back to the book in your lap.

“alright just not too late yeah?”

later that evening was the monthly avengers dinner. meaning that everyone would come to the compound and tony would order in food, usually shawarma.

“so barton kids! i already have two mini avengers for halloween, any one of you want to dress up as your dad?” tony asked when the chatter at the table had reached a lull.

“i want to be captain america!” cooper cheered excitedly, earning himself a fist bump from steve.

lila, who had been in a conversation with kate seemed to be in deep thought.

“since i was aunty nat last year, maybe i’ll be kate this year! can i get a bow and arrow? please?”

tony nodded at both the kids requests before turning to look at nate, but realised that the young child probably wouldn’t be able to actually answer him, so he looks to laura instead.

“maybe he can be clint, so that at least one of his kids will dress up as him this time.” laura teased, causing the table to erupt in laughter while clint groaned.

“even mini stark and mini romanoff didn’t choose their parents.” tony shook his head as he pulled up a hologram to take a look at the suits, smirking when the kids rushed over in excitement.

he put up the costumes from earlier that afternoon, and made it so that a holographic version of morgan and ellie appeared on screen in the outfits.

“ah! the little one has chosen me, a wise choice.” thor boomed in excitement, sending an exaggerated wink to ellie who giggled happily.

“oh wow, that’s me- i mean my costume! that’s so cool, thank you morgan.” peter had a wide smile on his face, which somehow got even bigger when morgan clambered down from pepper’s lap to tackle him into a hug.

throughout all this, you continued to quietly eat your food, eyeing the hologram thoughtfully.

“malysh?” wanda’s soft voice broke through your thoughts and you turned to look at her.

“not being an avenger for halloween?” she asked you, a hand going up to smooth down the flyaway hairs that escaped your braids.

before you could provide an answer, your attention was taken away by clint’s next comment.

“did all of you pick your favourite avenger?”

your eyes widened and you were quick to glance over at ellie who, much to your horror nodded her head yes. natasha’s follow-up comment made your heart sink to your stomach.

“ouch, am i not your favourite milaya?”

“no!” the word tumbled out of your mouth forcefully, effectively silencing everyone, their attention turning to you.

“malysh?” wanda questioned worriedly, her hand rubbing up and down your back.

“no, nat is your favourite. isn’t she?” you directed the question at ellie, giving her a slight glare.

“but.. thor-“

“no! it’s nat!” you stressed again, ignoring the way ellie’s eyes filled with tears.

“malysh, calm down please.” wanda’s hand continued to rub your back, sharing a worried gaze with natasha.

“no, your favourite is nat, mine is wands! they’re the one that gave us a home! don’t be an ungrateful brat!” ellie had started crying then, not understanding why you were scolding her. natasha was quick to scoop her into her arms and bring her away.

“y/n!” wanda scolded, shocked at the harmful words you threw out at your younger sister. her arms went to pick you up, and soon you were back in her room.

wanda set you down on the bed gently, crouching directly in front of you. your breath was quick, your hands were trembling and your eyes were glistening with unshed tears. before she could even get a word in, you cried out.

“please don’t send us back! we’ll be better, i’ll be better i promise. please, please she’s little she doesn’t know any better.. please don’t leave us, please!” tears had started to stream down your cheek, your breath quickening even more.

“breathe malysh, you’re okay, ellie’s okay. no one is angry, no one is sending anyone away okay? can you copy my breaths please?” wanda grasped your shaking in hers, pressing it to her chest. she exaggerated her next few breaths, doing her best to ground you.

“no one is leaving, you’ll stay right here okay? with me and with nat. you’re going to be safe here like we promised.” wanda continued to murmur out reassurances and comfort.

slowly, your breathing started to regulate.

“hold.. please.” your voice was so soft and shaky that wanda barely understood your words, but the hand reaching to grasp onto her shirt told her all she needed to know.

she could talk to you later.

she gathered you up in her arms, your arms snaked around her waist as you placed your head on top of her chest, sighing softly when you finally heard the rhythmic thumping of wanda’s heartbeat. you snuggled even closer to the sokovian when you felt her hand gently take out your braid, her fingers running through your now curly locks.

once you had fully calmed down, wanda spoke softly, “would you like to tell me what that was all about malysh?“

your fingers curled into her shirt, as you tried to sort out whatever you had been feeling earlier.

“scared.” was your short reply.

“of?” wanda gently prompted, her free hand going to tilt your head up so she could look at you.

“ellie.. ellie said nat was not her favourite,” your voice shook with emotions as you recalled the events of the last time you saw your parents.

“i told my mum and dad i didn’t like them, because they wouldn’t let me wear my dorothy costume to school. so i ignored them and that night they never came home. they’re gone and-“ a choked sob fell from your lips, “it was all my fault.”

“oh malysh..” wanda’s heart broke as you started to sob again, the guilt from all those years ago coming back to crush you.

“malysh, you were only four- i can promise you that whatever happened to them wasn’t your fault okay?” wanda soothed you gently, but you just shook your head in denial.

“it is!” you wailed, your body shaking with sobs as you tried to explain. “the- the police said they were coming home from a- from a bakery. there was pastries in the car- for me! because i was sad and they bought me my favourites! if i hadn’t told them i didn’t like them they- they wouldn’t go get those food!”

you buried your face into wanda’s shirt as you continued to cry, and the witch debated whether or not she wanted to tell you the truth, the truth that she and natasha had found out after months of digging.

to be frank, she wasn’t sure how well you would handle it but, you deserved to know the truth. you were still a child, why should you be made to carry such a heavy burden?

“malysh, your parents death wasn’t an accident. it was pre-planned.”

“what?” you hiccuped out, your face turning to look up at wanda again.

“your parents.. they were tangled up with some bad people malysh. we don’t know how they got away from them, but they did. it made the bad people really, really angry. so, no matter where your parents went that night, be it their usual route home, or the detour to the bakery, they wouldn’t have come home. it wasn’t your fault okay?” wanda explained, her heart aching all over again as she saw your various emotions flicker across your face.

guilt to relief, because if what wanda was saying is true, then there was nothing you could’ve done differently.

relief soon turned into anger, anger at the world, at the people who ripped your parents away from you. the people you were almost certain that took you.

you didn’t know how to handle all those emotions, so you just continued to cry. wanda, who hadn’t expected anything else, continued to sooth you, murmuring apologies and sweet nothings into your hair.

soon all your negative feelings gave way to a feeling of comfort. you took in a few shuddering breaths as you soaked in the feelings of being held by wanda. if you tried hard enough, it felt like your mother holding you all over again.

but, your mother was gone. instead you were with wanda, sweet wanda who had done nothing but make sure you were settling in, who seemed to understand you better than yourself sometimes.

so as you started to doze off, the magnitude of today’s events catching up with you, you decided that you would tell tony your halloween costume tomorrow.

and maybe after you apologised to ellie, you’d ask natasha if she could braid your hair just like hers to go with your scarlet witch costume for halloween. so that you could be like two of your favourite people.

your mommy and your mama.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x daughter!reader #mama!nat #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x daughter!reader #mama!wanda #natasha romanoff x wanda maximoff #wandanat #scarletwidow life lessons au

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This quote thread was a collaboration with @bitrashteddy (we each wrote about half). The first three lines were from @incorectmarvelquotes. (oh and I don't know what happened on April Fools, Valentines Day or the Kitchen Incident unfortunately. that's still under investigation.)

Wade: I wish i had acid

Peter: Wade you shouldn't do drugs :(

Wade: not that kind of acid, i really need to get rid of a body

Peter: oh well in that case, I know where to get some

Natasha: if you raid Tony's stash again I'm telling him.

Peter: again? What do you-

Natasha: Don't think i've forgotten about April Fools'.

Wade, Peter’s #1 fan: What happened april fools?

Peter: I vowed to never speak of it

Wade: wait... how many of the pranks that were blamed on me were actually you?

Peter: 😈

Natasha: I personally lost count after 20... last year

Morgan: fifty thwee.

Peter: where did you come from?

Peter: firstly: traitor, secondly: very bold coming from someone who blamed Wade for the kitchen incident

Natasha: the kitchen- wait. Peter, that was YOU?

Peter: Hey- I was simply an accomplice, it was all Morgans idea

Morgan, putting on her I'm an innocent five year old face: auntie Nat, do you weally think I'd be smart enough to pull something that genius off?

Natasha: At this point I'm ready to believe anything.

Wade, losing his mind: Can we go back to the part where you framed me for the incident AND stole acid?

Peter: Morgan is the one who showed me where the acid was!

Wade: so you're blaming everything on Morgan now?

Peter: ...yes. yes, I am.

Morgan: B- but I didn't do anything!

Peter: Morgan we all know you're not as innocent as you claim to be

Morgan: But- in my defense he asked weally nicely

Natasha: *sighs* Morgan do you want me to teach you karate?

Tony: Nat, I have no context at all for this but you're not teaching my daughter martial arts.

Peter: Is now a good time to confess Wade and I have been teaching her Kickboxing?

Wade: and how to Katana?

Tony: why did I ever trust you guys?

Peter: Because you love us?

Tony, sighing: Fair eno-

Morgan: Daddy, Petey was the one who raided your acid stash.

Tony: PETER, YOU WHAT

Wade: Why do you have an acid stash anyway?

Tony: You ask me like I'm known for smart life choices

Tony: I literally announced my adress to a terrorist

Morgan: I'm telling mommy!

Tony: trust me. she knows.

Peter: He also recruited me when I was 15 AND had homework

Tony: Why is everyone coming for me now, I did nothing wrong

Natasha: it's because Peter wants to change the topic from the fact that the Kitchen Incident AND the April Fools thing were his fault.

Wade: Yeah, stop blaming me!

Natasha: don't pretend you're innocent, Wilson. Valentines Day was all you.

Tony, losing his last shreds of sanity: I was rooting for you Peter, we were all rooting for you

Tony: Why are you like this and Wilson you- yea no I'm not surprised in the slightest

Peter: I-

Tony: and don't you dare blame Morgan either. She's five!

Morgan: but Daddy! I'm smart enough for pwanks!

Tony: Sorry, Maguna.

Peter: See?

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secret notes part 3: can't help falling in love

Series Masterlist See my full list of works here!

Summary: One of your covers on YouTube goes viral and catches Wanda's attention, which piques the interest of Morgan, Tony, and Loki.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: none, this is just fluffy [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: mutual pining, idiots in love, reader in denial

"It seems that Loki has an admirer on the internet," Wanda commented from her prone position on the couch in the common area.

"We all know that Bambi's got a whole army of fangirls, Wanda. Nothing new about that," Tony quipped as he walked into the kitchen with Morgan. "So why are you interested in this one? They have a kinky name or something?"

"No. It's the opposite. Usually they have something that ties in to Loki's name, right? Or declares themselves as his?"

"Who's mine?" Loki walked in from the direction of the training area and straight into the line of the refrigerator for a drink.

"Your army of admirers," Wanda answered. "You have a new one."

He chuckled. "What else is new?" There was something sad in the way he said the words. What use is that admiration to me, he thought to himself. The only woman I wish to admire me has relegated me to a mere friend. "But as peculiar as it is, I must concur with Stark. Why are you interested in this one, Maximoff?"

"She calls herself The Lonely Avenger, and she's going viral."

"Viral?" he questioned. "Like a plague?"

He heard a giggle coming from Stark's daughter. "No. It's not like the cold, Prince Loki. It means many many people have watched her video."

"More like heard her voice, little Morgan," Wanda finished. "Since her identity's currently a mystery."

"Who's a mystery?" your voice called out from the top of the stairs. Loki couldn't help the smile on his face at the sight of you in a dress set in a regal shade of blue.

"Good morning, Auntie Y/N!" the tiny Stark exclaimed and ran to your waiting arms once you reached the bottom of the stairs. "You look extra super pretty today."

"Why thank you, baby." As you placed a soft kiss on the little human's cheek, the god's heart swelled. Ached. With the need to see that but with your own child. With him. Then you looked to the Sokovian once more. "So. Mystery. Tell me about it."

"Loki's admirer on the internet. The Lonely Avenger. Currently a faceless voice on YouTube. But damn. What a voice."

Your blood froze the moment you heard Wanda speak your channel name. How the fuck did she even get there? What was going on?

You struggled to keep your face expressionless as Wanda started talking about your voice. As she started singing praises for The Lonely Avenger and how expressive and emotional your voice sounded as you sang the songs on your channel.

"Hold on. Wanda, how did you find this channel anyway?" Tony quipped as he walked over and picked up Morgan into his arms.

Wanda rolled her eyes at the billionaire. "I told you, Tony. Her video went viral."

My video went viral? you thought to yourself. Dear God which one? Please don't let it be the Tagalog one they'll know in 0.65 seconds flat. You made a note to check your channel analytics the second you were back in your apartment.

"So you're interested in her identity because…?" you prodded your friend, trying to sound teasing rather than so nervous your soul was on the verge of leaving your body.

"I will repeat myself, dear friend. What. A. Voice. Here, I'll play the one that went viral," Wanda offered. "FRIDAY? Could you play my phone's audio through the speakers in the common room?"

"Certainly, Miss Maximoff." And then your voice began to echo off the walls.

Wise men say, only fools rush in

But I can't help falling in love with you

"Damn, Rock of Ages," Tony commented. "Wanda's right. What a voice."

"Wait, Wan," you croaked out, trying not to sound like you were about to burst into tears and ripping yourself a new hole in your body as you heard your voice coming through on Tony's sound system that you didn't even want to guess how much it cost. "How'd you even know that the videos were for Mischief?"

"I read the description." Of course she did. You really had to shoot yourself in the foot there thinking nobody ever bothered to read the description box anymore, they just wanted the content. Then again, you never figured that Wanda would find your channel either. And furthermore, the thought of you even getting more than 12 views if you were lucky was so far-fetched and now here you were having one of your best friends tell you that this video had gone viral?

Just my fucking luck, I guess, you thought to yourself.

"For the dark-haired Asgardian in the Avengers Tower," she read out loud, her voice resonating throughout the common room. "Doesn't get more obvious than that," she finished with a chuckle. "Shall we hope for a face reveal one day, Loki?"

"It's an enchanting voice," he commented. "I can only hope I can look up on the visage that possesses it." His eyes flickered to you for a split second and you found yourself busying your hands with straightening your dress and walking towards Wanda.

"She sounds like a princess," Morgan commended, bouncing in her father's arms. "Doesn't she, Daddy?"

"I feel like I know her voice from somewhere," Tony pondered. "It feels so…familiar. I just can't place it yet." How you were still up and kicking, you wouldn't know, because you were pretty sure that the only thing flowing through your veins was pure ice.

"I bet Auntie Y/N could find her." You looked at Stark's baby girl with wide eyes, masking them as playful rather than nervous.

"Really, baby? You bet I could?"

"Yes!" she giggled. "With your magic computer powers, you can find anybody!"

For a split second, you stammered, wondering how the hell you were going to look through the internet to find out who The Lonely Avenger was when you knew that they were all looking at her right now. And then, as if a silent prayer that was never even uttered was answered, Loki spoke up.

"Little Stark, it's clear that this woman wants to keep her true identity a secret. Perhaps for now we should simply let that be."

The little girl pouted at the god as he walked toward you. Wanda gave you a look complete with a wiggle of her eyebrows that made you wish you had something in your hand to throw in her direction, even just a singular piece of popcorn, but alas you had nothing.

"But she likes you, Prince Loki! And you're lonely, too." You and Tony both widened your eyes at Morgan. This kid was absolutely fearless, you were sure. No one, not even his brother, would dare say those words to Loki's face.

"Well, I mean if the objective of this is to get you a love life, then maybe I should make an exception and use my magic computer powers, Mischief," you joked as he stepped into the space next to you and placed his hand on the small of your back. Keep your goddamn cool, Y/N.

His only response to you was a soft smile. "To repeat my words to you on the eve of the new year, I am content with the state of my life, darling." His hand slid to cup the curve of your waist. "I have all the life I need," he whispered, never breaking eye contact.

"I have all the life I need." The god's words were truthful, for all he needed was to keep you in his life and he would be content. But the child in Stark's arms had uttered truthful words as well. He was lonely.

For much as all he needed was your presence, your companionship, he desired more. He longed to wake in the morning and know the feeling of holding you in his arms, to rouse you from sleep in the form of lazy and carefree kisses upon your lips, your neck, wherever he could reach.

Every morning he would leave his chambers as soon as he could so that he could prolong his time spent with you if even for a few moments. He desired, more than anything, to not even think about leaving his bed for you were already there with him.

He found himself agreeing once again with Stark. Twice in one day, who would've thought it possible? But the billionaire was correct, the voice that Maximoff made them listen to had sounded familiar, as if he'd heard it somewhere before. It was a beguiling voice, and he truly was curious who expressed their admiration for him in this way.

But he also found himself hoping beyond all reason that perhaps…his mystery lark could be you.

A/N: This is really one of those 'filler' chapters because when I was plotting out the story literally all I put in the document for part 3 was "you start going viral and Wanda plays your audio". Next part's gonna be interesting tho. Someone's gonna find out who The Lonely Avenger is. Any guesses?

Taglist:

Everything: @lokisgoodgirl @lokischambermaid @imalovernotahater @mygfloki @lucylaufeyson3 @thomase1 @springdandelixn @fictive-sl0th @mochie85 @laliceee @xorpsbane @gigglingtigger @silverfire475 @cabingrlandrandomcrap @vickie5446 @salempoe @lokixryss @sinsandguilt @lokidbadguy @alexakeyloveloki @glitterylokislut @arch-venus25 @freefrommars @littlemortals @cakesandtom @girl-of-multi-fandoms @mischief2sarawr @thedistractedagglomeration @five-miles-over @goblingirlsarah @peaches1958 @huntress-artemiss @lilibet261 @iobsessoverfictionalmen @holymultiplefandomsbatman @lovingchoices14 @avoliax @devilsadvocactus @purplegrrl27 @lokiprompts @sititran @imherefortomhiddleston

#loki x reader #loki x female reader #loki fanfiction #loki fanfic #loki laufeyson fanfic #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic #mcu fanfiction #muddyorbs writes

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Our Little Moments

Morgan Stark x Imaginary!Reader, Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader.

Warnings: idk what this is, but I wanted to try something different. starts soft but ends a bit angsty.

Summary: After losing Natasha Romanoff to the soul stone, you didn’t have much left, so what happens in the afterlife after snapping your fingers instead of Tony Stark?

You’re in a deep state of confusion. One moment you’re wandering through the afterlife gardens hand in hand with Natasha, sniffing out different flowers and bathing in each others presence after what felt like many lifetimes for Y/N.

Now, you’re in a familiar bedroom that you didn’t think you’d see again. Toy’s litter the floor, crayons and coloured pencils scattered along the tiny dresser and soft glow of a night light bounces of a small girls sleeping body. You take a few steps forwards, not caring how so, as you know you can’t physically make a sound anyway.

However, you’re proved wrong when you accidentally kick a sparkly pink barbie car, and while you don’t feel anything, the non-existent sound causes the tiny girl to jump awake, who now stares at you in annoyance for waking her up.

Too shocked to say anything, you analyse the girl, noticing how in the period since your passing, her familiar shade of brown locks of hair have grown longer, and a few of her teeth are missing.

“Aunty Y/N?” Morgan mumbles, now a little bit more awoken, in confusion. “What are you doing? It’s still night time.”

“Hi My little Mockingjay.” You whisper back, tearing up at the thought of just how much you missed her. Her eyes light up at the nickname, Tony always laughed about how Morgan would brag about her Nickname her favourite Aunty gave her. Natasha usually would be upset at such a comment, but everyone knew Morgan had you wrapped around her finger. “How can you hear me? Or see me?”

“Can you come lay down with me? Daddy didn’t stay for long enough.” Morgan asks instead, and you don’t waste a second before you have the brown haired girl cuddling up to you. “And I wished for you!”

“Wished for me?”

“Yeah! I saw a shooting star the other night with Mommy and Happy while getting cheese burgers and I wished for you to come back.” You look down at Morgan as she talks, and you can’t help but melt. While you wished you were still kicking it with the alive gang, as you call them, you don’t regret your decision being with Natasha, and you would much rather Morgan have her father too, as you know if it weren’t you to snap your fingers with the stones first, Tony would have.

“You did?” You ask, too emotional to say anything else.

“I did.” She nods proudly. “But just to me though, I had to share you last time.”

You can’t help but laugh, and you’re grateful only Morgan can hear you. You lay your head on hers, and she yawns quietly.

“Go to sleep Mockingjay, I’ll still be here when you wake up.”

“Goodnight Aunty.”

As long hours pass in boredom waiting for the sun to rise, you wander around the Stark Cabin trying to catch up on as much as possible. You smile at the new photos, and tinker with some of Tony’s new gadgets. You even manage to relocate some of his tools, knowing he’d be deeply confused next time he goes to use them.

When morning arrives, you’re standing in the window, watching the lake, imagining the scene of the day all your family gathered around for yours and Natasha’s combined memorial, you know this from the small plaque that sits at the end of the small jetty, that you could see read;

“Y/N & Natasha Romanoff’s forever home.”

It is true, when you and Nat would come to the cabin to visit, you two often spent time somewhere in the lake in a little boat, sometimes Morgan tagging along too. Natasha often joked that if you were an animal, you’d be a Bass fish, just because you loved the lake so much.

“Y/N!!” You hear Morgan calling from upstairs, before rushed feet come bolting down the stairs, when she reaches the bottom, eyes wide in concern, you chuckle. But before either of you can say anything, a half asleep Tony comes trudging down the stairs.

“Morgan, we’ve spoken about this, Y/N isn’t here anymore.” Tony says softy, an you can’t help but smirk at how wrong he actually is. Having not seen him during the night, you take note of his greying hairs and bushy beard, you also can’t help but want to pluck his eyebrows.

“She’s right there!” Morgan laughs pointing directly at where you’re standing by the window still, wanting to prove her dad wrong. Tony looks at Morgan in confusion, looking back between you and Morgan, obviously not seeing the same thing Morgan was.

“Tony did you hit Morgan’s head on the doorframe taking her to bed again?” Pepper jokes, making her entrance down the stairs, just hearing the conversation between her two brunettes.

“No I didn’t.” Tony denies quickly, before defending himself further. “And it was one time!”

“Twice.” Morgan adds in quickly, causing Tony to shake his head in disbelief before making his morning coffee. Morgan sits down at the table as Pepper places a bowl of cereal in front of her, and pulls out the chair next to her and pats it, expecting you to sit down too, and you do.

“They really can’t see me.” You say quietly, looking at Tony and Pepper as they look at Morgan looking at you. You wished they could, you wished you could hug them and tell them how happy you are now, and how they should be too.

“Of course not.” Morgan replies after a few moments, her mouth full, but yet never taking her eyes off you, the chewed up cereal spilling everywhere.

“It’s Offical, Morgan has lost her mind.” Tony snorts, causing Pepper to chuckle with a roll of her eyes as she get’s up to clean Morgan up.

It’s a few hours later, You and Morgan sitting in her tent out in the garden after lunch. You’ve spent every moment with the little brunette, playing and laughing and playing pranks on Tony.

“I didn’t want to play with Luna after that day in the sandbox.” Morgan concludes her story, and you can’t help but stare at the girl as she absentmindedly plays with her barbie and rambles on about another story. You have a feeling your time with her earth-side is ending soon, so you want to remember everything about your Mockingjay.

The twinkle in her eyes when she get’s the approval for another juice pop, or the frown she gets in-between her eyebrows when Pepper brushes a little too rough through a knot in her hair. You will never forget her concentration face when working with Tony, one identical to her father.

You wish Natasha was here to see her and your family too. Although you and Morgan had the closest relationship, Nat wasn’t far behind. You and Natasha had always spoke about the day you may both have your own children, and see Morgan love them like she does the both of you.

You and Nat never told Tony, but Morgan had always told you both that she loved you 3002.

#morgan stark #morgan stark x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #avengers x reader #tony stark x reader #pepper potts #pepperony #post!endgame #avengers #endgame #fanfic #Original Work

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