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codename-adler · 11 months

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don’t imagine bucky irreversibly destroying his eardrums so as not to hear his trigger words and lose control. don’t imagine bucky mutilating his own body to the point of deafness so as to make sure the winter soldier never surfaces, ever again. just don’t.

#if you do however imagine it… picture him and clint bonding?#idk i didn’t think far enough to produce a happy ending #happiness? i don’t know her #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #cacw #captain america civil war #mcu civil war #stucky #marvel #mcu #winter soldier #catws #captain america winter soldier #winterfalcon #falcon and the winter soldier #fatws #sebastian stan #the white wolf

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espinosaurusrexex · 2 years

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Like Bonnie and Clyde

summary: Bonnie and Clyde got nothing on them. Sure, they do the same thing: rob people, maybe kill some on the way and get justice for those who actually need it. But their love for each other seems to make up for all the cruelties. And that’s what’s important, right? Taking time to seek out each other and make sure you’re okay... even if there is a little teasing involved.

a/n: this is plotless smut and I’m not sorry

word count: 2.7k

warnings: a little fluff, swearing, smut !MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

･ﾟ✫* 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ｡✭･ﾟ✶ 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐎𝟑 ✧*･ﾟ

It wasn’t hard getting into his pants under the table. What was hard, however, was the thing that hid beneath them. Y/N smiled as her fingers grazed over the aching bulge in Bucky’s pants, a sudden cough ripped from his throat in an attempt to cover up the gasp at the contact of her cold hand with his hot crotch.

“Please tell me, how did you guys meet?” Tanja asked with her head resting on her hands, her eyes solely focused on the couple in front of her. She was already a couple of glasses in, which made it just that much easier to... multitask.

“Would you like to do the honors, babe?” Y/N looked up to Bucky, who had his eyes fixed on the ugly portrait on the wall behind Tanja. A pained smile sneaked on his features as he muttered an ‘Oh, please. You do it so well.’ through his teeth.

She nodded in response, the hand beneath the table squeezing him through his boxers in reassurance. This was a risky game, Bucky knew that, and Y/N knew it too. But, simultaneously, it was the very thing that made it so intriguing. Tanja didn’t have a clue, her eyes drowned in the haze the dry red had washed over her, totally lost in the made-up story Y/N scrambled together along the way. Her hand slipped past the elastic waistband of his boxers after a minute of talking absolute bullshit to the woman in front of them and when her fingers brushed over the swollen tip of his cock, Bucky had to grab the table.

“Everything okay?” She asked innocently, her gaze seeping through her lashes from beside him, sparkling in the yellow hues of the restaurant lights. But Bucky couldn’t focus on that right now. His entire energy went into keeping his composure while his dirtiest fantasies came true beneath the table.

“Yes.” That was all he was able to say as the pleasure crept up his veins, making his head all woozy and light. Y/N didn’t let up. Her hand pumped up and down his shaft as her thumb swiped over his slit every so often, creating a magical feeling in his pants. Her grip was just perfect on his pulsing dick and when she finished her story, she leaned over and placed a small kiss on his cheek.

“How are you holding up soldier?” She muttered so low he barely heard it. Her thumb brushed over him again, making his knee jolt up. The table rattled and Tanja’s glass tipped over.

“Oh my, everything okay, Bucky?” Bucky’s hand snapped under the table, stilling her wrist. He was dirty but he wasn’t that dirty. Bucky didn’t want to bust beneath the table. There were so many better places for that.

“No, I think something bit me.” He grumbled as he threw her hand back in Y/N’s lap and adjusted himself in his pants again. A quick glance at the clock next to the portrait. “You know what Tanja, it’s getting late, too. We should probably head home.” He stood up abruptly, got behind the chair to hide his strained pants, and scrambled a few bills from his pockets that he threw on the table. “It was so nice to meet you.” And then he pulled Y/N out of the restaurant with knitted brows.

❁ ❁ ❁

The wet concrete beneath their feet echoed with the hasty steps Bucky dragged Y/N in.

“What's going on?” She smirked. Her heels clicked in the puddles on the street. Y/N knew the answer. It was what she had anticipated ever since she had seen him in that black button-up hours ago. Her panties had been drenched since then, and she figured it was only fair to give Bucky a taste of his own medicine.

Bucky just huffed as his reflection sped through the store windows on the sidewalk. Across the street and barely missing the taxi that was honking ferociously at the pair now. If Y/N knew one thing, it was that Bucky was not a patient man. He was eager to get home and finished what she started, which was, without a doubt, what she had intended in the first place. But she still giggled as she watched her plan unfold in perfect execution.

Bucky wasn’t angry, Y/N knew that too. Tanja was a nobody. A small screw in the complex machine they had been trying to take down. And the dinner with her served much more as a distraction from all the hustle rather than an actual intel source.

Bucky’s grip was firm around her hand, his gloved fingers wrapping around it gently though. He wouldn’t let her go. He’d hold her until the motel room door was closed behind them and they finally had the air around them to themselves. Because even though Bucky didn’t look like it, he was a private lover. A damn cocky one, but privy nonetheless.

The keys rattled in his jacket pocket before he pushed them through the golden keyhole, a hidden smile pulling on his lips before he finally opened it. Y/N shut it after he had pulled her over the threshold. He let go for a second to remove his cloves and then his fingers were back on her again.

“Babe-” Y/N started but Bucky pushed her against the door. His vibranium arm pressed her wrists above her head, his voice was so low that the tremor send shivers down her spine.

“What were you trying back there, doll?” The deep blue of his eyes vanished behind the lust flashing over his pupils.

“Hmmm...” Y/N bit her lip as she pretended to think about her answer. When her gaze met his again she whispered seductively: “I’d call it revenge.”

Bucky traced her lips with his thumb, the soft flesh hot on his skin. As he mumbled an answer back. “You know it’s not my fault you get turned on so easily.” Bucky’s voice was calm, his posture relaxed and if Y/N weren’t so concentrated on his front pressing into hers, she’d caught the look of adoration laced in his features.

She knew it was there, it always was. Beneath the harsh stare and the furrowed brows. But she didn’t need that now. Y/n wanted the cocky, teasing, dominant Bucky. “Oh, it must be hard being so sexy that every woman melts at the sight of you.” She mocked with a daring smile on her face.

“So you agree?” He pestered back. Bucky knew this game all too well. That didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy it still. It was fun - exciting. One of his favorite things to do with her, actually. A bonus on top of the badass, man-killing, justice-seeking girlfriend he already had in her.

“I didn’t say that.”

“Let’s see then, shall we?” Bucky licked his lips. His hand wandered between her legs, bunching up her dress with ease as his warm fingers grazed the soft flesh of her thighs.

His brows raised as the grin on his face grew. “Sweetheart, your pussy tells me something different.” His breath was hot on her lips. “And she doesn’t lie.”

Those words sent a shiver down her spine that settled in her stomach, his lips grazing hers with every word. “I guess you caught me,” Y/N whimpered when she felt his index finger pressing to her clit.

“Seems so.” He smirked. “What are we gonna do about that?”

A short silence filled the room as the pressure on her clit reached the point of aching. Hot breath fanning over dampened skin but Bucky didn’t move. He was waiting, his heartbeat slightly faster than normal when Y/N’s eyes met his again.

“You decide,” she breathed out. Bucky didn’t need to hear that twice. Within an instant he had her face pressed to the door, his hands working on her dress to finally free her ass and kneading the flesh once he finally did. Y/N huffed against the deep green paint of the door when his right landed on her ass cheek. This was what she had wanted, though the excitement in her chest made it feel like a surprise nonetheless.

Bucky kissed up her spine until his lips lingered right beneath her ear. “You could have just asked, you know?” He said as his hands cupped her breasts, his hard-on pressing to her ass and telling her just how excited he was. Another kiss was placed on her shoulder. “But you chose to embarrass me.” And another to her neck. “That’s kinda naughty.”

Her hips pushed back to his crotch, earning a grunt from the brunette and a tight squeeze of her tits. She couldn't help herself, she had to provoke him. It was a bad habit, but one that earned her a few orgasms every time she pursued it.

“Doll...”

“Tell me you don’t want this.” Oh, he wanted this. It was hot. But Bucky had planned on punishing her, and not the other way around. Still, there was something other than his brain doing the thinking right now.

“You know that would be a lie.” His face buried in the crook of her neck as he enjoyed the way her behind massaged his dick.

Just a second, he told himself before reclaiming control. And as he twitched in his pants, he decided it was enough. Bucky turned Y/N back around, watching as her chest rose in deep breaths and her eyes studied his movement with an innocent stare. Then he pulled her into his chest, crashing his lips to hers with hunger. The kiss was all tongue and teeth and hot, hot breath. The taste of red wine still lingered on her lips when his tongue traced the bottom before he walked backward and pulled her with him.

He reached down again, pulling the dress up and over her head. A husky ‘fuck’ left his lips at the sight of her breasts. He had seen them a hundred times before but that didn’t change the fact that they turned him on every time anew. He pushed her back on the bed and crawled next to her right after. Y/N’s entire body shook with the excitement of what was to come. There weren’t a lot of things the pair hadn’t tried and, quite frankly, she didn’t need anything new. She just needed him - right now.

Bucky’s lips found hers again as his vibranium hand traveled down her body, halting at her belly button to pull away for a split second. He admired her. No, really. He absolutely adored her precious face and he made sure to take his time doing it any chance he got. And while the frustration in Y/N began to boil, a slight spark within her body told her to wait - to let him do it.

He shook out of his trance when Y/N lifted her hips impatiently. And while the smirk began to sneak back onto his face, he waited for another second, just to see her close her eyes in a needy manner. Then his hand disappeared beneath the dark fabric covering her heat and Y/n moaned when the cold metal touched her where she needed it most. His fingers slit through her slick folds before coming back up to trace eights over her clit. Y/n jolted at the sudden pressure, her jaw hanging slack as the touch sent shivers to her head. Bucky kissed them away, his lips pillowy and warm against her prickled skin.

“Bucky!” She panted. Her arm snuck beneath his head to pull him closer to her face as his hand continued the assault on her pussy. Her breaths became staggered when she felt the familiar tension build up in her stomach, the edges of an orgasm tingling in her legs before Bucky retracted his hand - the pressure instantly lost and all that was left was the pulsing heartbeat in her core.

“Naughty girls don’t get to finish.” He placed another kiss on her throat. Bucky loved the scene unfolding before him. Y/N’s eyes sent daggers to his. But she couldn’t do anything about it. She was entirely at his mercy, willingly so.

Y/N squirmed uncomfortably. “Please,” she whined, still mourning the loss of pressure in her abdomen, which just sent another grin on Bucky’s face.

“Please what?” His eyebrows raised, fingertips aching to feel her skin again.

“Please touch me.” His cock twitched at the sight of her round eyes glazed over with the need for contact. But he wasn’t finished with the torture just yet. His hand hovered above her belly, the other slightly grazing her hair, ready to grip it tightly.

“Just please?” He moved back a little, feigning disappointment, but before he could go any further, Y/N raised her hand and placed it on his collar in a desperate attempt to pull him back in.

“Ok, ok! I’m sorry!” She knew he wouldn’t go and leave her hot and bothered like that. And even though she was sure that he would not be that cruel, she gave into the little game they had started this evening. “I’m sorry.”

Bucky nodded approvingly. His mouth reattached to her skin, tracing down to her breasts and swirling her erect nipples with his tongue. Y/N’s hand reached down to her pussy, desperately attempting to release some of the pressure forming again, but Bucky was faster than her.

“Nu-uh.” He grabbed her wrist and placed it above her head. “I’m not finished.”

A silent whimper was all he got as an answer before his hand replaced hers on the way down. This time he instantly pushed into her with two fingers, pumping in and out in painfully slow motions. Y/N’s bodily response was all he needed to confirm his skills as her back arched. His thumb found its way to her clit and skillfully rubbed circles with the motions his other two fingers dragged against her walls.

Y/N’s breath hitched. “Oh, God!” Her body felt like being on fire, the cold vibranium on her skin doing little to cool her down as the heat washed up and down her body.

“Just Bucky is fine,” he smiled against her nipple when the hand on his head pulled on his hair. He curled his fingers upwards to reach that spot.

“Shut- Fuck, YES!” The muscles in her abdomen squeezed his fingers as the pressure became almost too unbearable to uphold. But then he stopped again, feeling her walls relieve the pressure from his fingers once again.

“What was that, sweetheart?”

“Nothing, keep going, please!” Bucky chuckled as she pressed his face into her tits, his hand picking up the motions from a second ago and the walls of her pussy began to flutter again. She was close now, squirming and shaking as his fingers went seemingly deeper and deeper with every thrust, the pressure on her clit in perfect tandem with every touch he received. She gripped him tightly, her body becoming rigid, but Y/N would wait until he told her to let go, though that seemed damn near impossible now.

Bucky kissed her cheek. “Learned your lesson now?”

“Yes, God yes!” The grip on his hair tightened, the knot in her stomach about to bust.

He nodded again, his nose nudging hers in the process. “You can come now.”

His thumb went on with the circular motions and as the pleasure exploded in her body, Y/N let out a high-pitched scream containing a somewhat resemblance to Bucky’s name. He rode her through her orgasm as he watched her face unfold in pleasure, his own body tingling at the sight.

When she opened her eyes again, glazed over by haze and mind seemingly lost in the feelings shooting through her veins, he kissed her again. Gentle and soft this time. His hand came up to cup her face. They looked in each other's eyes for a minute until she softly whispered against his skin.

“I love you, you know?” Y/N’s hand swiped a strand of hair behind Bucky’s ear, her thumb lingered on his cheek for a moment longer.

“And you’re not just saying that because I can make you cum?”

“Hmm, this theory might require testing.”

Bucky smiled. “Seems so.” He kissed her once again.

“Just in case that wasn’t clear.” His hand stroked her bare shoulder. “I love you, too.” His lips wandered down her torso, his hands working on removing her panties.

“Oh, it’s clear.” She chuckled as her hands buried in his hair, pulling his head so he could look at her. Bucky placed another kiss on her belly, smiling on her skin.

“Good.”

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miley1442111 · 1 month

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mcu masterlist :)

james buchanan 'bucky' barnes

i'll always find you, doll

gone forever

getting cozy?

steve rogers

speech time

peter parker

worth it

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leizy-zet · 2 years

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My fan work. Captain america. Steve Rodgers.

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sunflowersoldat · 2 years

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Man Out Of Time Master List

Summary: This mostly takes place during Infinity War and Endgame. You had always had feelings for Steve Rogers, but never acted on them, always too afraid of the what if aspect. But what happens when a super soldier and friend seeks comfort in your arms while being on the run? What kind of relationship could you have with a self sacrificing man such as Steve? You must be someone he cares about enough to give up the superhero gig. right?

Main Master List

Steve Rogers Master List

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Please Don't Go (drabble) Clockwork (drabble) Make It Back To Me (drabble) Part 4 Enough Playing Cowgirl (drabble) Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

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lam-ila · 2 years

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Understand || Steve Rogers

i used the prompt “you've been in a fight, your lover has already gone to bed, without resolving it, but you still whisper 'i love you’ before crawling into bed, because it's something you always do before going to sleep, and this fight doesn't change anything bonus: your lover isn't actually asleep, and pulls you into their arms” from this prompt list. changed it a little but that’s okay

Summary: You and Steve got in a fight while making dinner

Word count: 995

Warnings: an argument, Steve’s kind of an ass

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a/n: this is gender neutral. hope you enjoy this! feedback is appreciated

thank you @2manytabsopen for talking with me about this fic. kesh is amazing and this fic would not exist if it wasn’t for her

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Dating an Avenger was difficult, but dating an Avenger who’s name was Steven Grant Rogers was way more difficult than dating any other Avenger. You loved Steve for many reasons, he was headstrong, determined, and he stood up for the things he believed to be true- even if standing up for it was illegal.

Since the beginning of your relationship with Steve, you both agreed that you would be open about whatever was on your minds, but after the fight with Ultron, Steve began to shut you out. You gave Steve some space for a few days after he came back from Sokovia since he normally was more distant after a big fight, but he continued to be distant. He was barely home, only staying to quietly eat and sleep. You did whatever you could do make him relax, mostly by cooking whatever he was in the mood for.

You kept this up for about a year, cooking, cleaning, and hardly talking to your boyfriend. After Rumlow blew himself up and Wanda deflected the blow into a nearby building, everything started to spiral out of control. The UN was preparing to pass the Sokovia Accords- which Steve was not wanting to sign-, the Avengers split up, Peggy passed away, all while Steve was trying to bring his best friend back from being brainwashed.

Steve was surprisingly home and spending time with you, cleaning up and washing the dishes while you cooked dinner. You were making grilled salmon, something you had made plenty of times before. There were no words being spoking between you two, the only exception being “excuse me” and “here you go”. Usually, cooking with Steve was fun and relaxing, but you had a million thoughts going through your head at once. You were worried about Steve, and your relationship with him. You didn’t want to admit it, but your relationship was deteriorating right before your eyes.

“You’re doing that wrong.” Steve said, snapping you out of your thoughts. You looked over at him, giving him a questioning look. “You need to add at least double the amount of pepper.” Glancing down to the bowl that held your spice mix, you re-assessed how much pepper you put in.

“No, I put in the right amount.” You corrected. “Don’t worry, I’ve made this dish thousands of times, I know how many spices to put in.”

“But that’s not the right-” Steve scoffed, cutting himself off. “Fine, I guess we’ll have bland salmon.”

“I put in one and a half teaspoons and that’s what the recipe says. If you want, you can check the recipe.” You reasoned. You studied his faces worriedly as he angrily glared at the spice mix. “Steve, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong.” He harshly answered. “Why would something be wrong?” You hesitantly walked over to him, placing your hand on his cheek, forcing him to look at you.

“You’ve just been,” you paused, carefully thinking of the proper word to use. “distant.”

“Distant?” He pulled out of your comforting touch. “Of course I’ve been distant. My life is literally shattering before me.”

“Steve-”

“People are expecting me to do what’s right, but I don’t think signing the Accords is ‘what’s right’. I’m expected to be this perfect man, this perfect hero, but I’m not. I’m held up to unrealistic expectations and it’s taking a toll on me.”

“How can you say that?” You retorted, disbelief completely present in your voice.

“What?”

“How can you say that,” you repeated. “while you expect me to be the perfect partner.”

“What do you mean?”

“You expect me to cook, and clean, and comfort you, and say the right things at the right time.” You listed. “I know it’s cliché, but I need you to realize that no one is perfect. You don’t need to hold yourself and those around you to such high expectations.”

“But I need to be perfect. So does Tony, and Nat, and Sam, and everyone else. We’ve had to be perfect since the day we became the heros.”

“No.” you sighed. “You don’t have to be perfect.”

“You don’t understand.”

“Then help me understand.” You pleaded.

“You wouldn’t understand.” Steve persisted.

“Why not?”

“Because you’re not an Avenger or an ex-S.H.E.I.L.D. agent, you’re just some random civilian in the city!” Steve shouted, making you flinch. Not once had he yelled at you in the past. You saw no regret in his eyes, not even the realization of ‘oh my goodness, I just yelled at my partner for the first time’.

You hurried over to your shared room, too hurt to continue the argument or dinner at that point. You quickly shut and locked the door behind you, making sure Steve couldn’t follow you in. As Steve made his way to the door, you collapsed onto your bed, face planting into a pillow and beginning to cry.

Steve raised his fist, about to knock on the door, until he heard your sobs. He hurt you and that hurt him more than any injury he ever got from a mission.

He gave you the space you deserved and you unlocked the door after an hour and nine minutes of being in your room. About ten minutes later, he entered the room and noticed your seemingly asleep body.

Steve quietly got ready for bed, still not forgiving himself for what he did. He sat on the edge of his side of the bed, rubbing his hands over his face before lifting the covers and lying on his side. He faced you, but you faced away from him with your eyes open, pondering what he’d do next. He gently rested his arm on your body, taking a deep shaky breath before saying the three words he never went to sleep without saying to you.

“I love you.” He paused. “Please don’t forget that.”

You turned around, snuggled into his chest, and wrapped your arm around him. Steve tightened the embrace, kissing you gently on your lips.

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leahkenobi · 1 year

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to my mentally ill bitches: i implore you all to buy the bucky civil war henley and men’s boxers. just do it.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes angst #marvel #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes headcanon #james bucky barnes #bucky imagine #captain america #cacw #post cacw

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plantswithme · 2 years

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when sam and bucky was sitting in the car, seeing steve kiss sharon, i’m fully convinced that bucky said something like “we should try that” or some dumb shit and sam just rolled his eyes, but that’s what started it all…

#sam’s like wait am i attracted to this guy oh no #i like to imagine cacw bucky as being a cheeky lil shit #and seeing a gorgeous man like sam wilson he just can’t control what he says #sambucky headcanon #sambucky #dove posts stuff

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cloudinterlude · 1 year

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Sometimes I wish I never knew as much as I do about CACW so that I never feel the urge to argue every time I see some widely accepted misconception/fanon about it.

#cacw #captain america civil war #i came out of the movie team cap #and everything else i read on it just reinforced my position #imagine my surprise when everyone apparently thought steve was the antichrist and i thought he was a hero lol #steve rogers #steve my beloved #pro team cap #pro steve rogers

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espinosaurusrexex · 1 year

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So my social is full of the new Sebastian Stan paparazzi pics saying beefy long haired Bucky is back…

also the little hustle run in the next pic omg 😭 freaking adorable

AND THIS WAS AND ALWAYS WILL BE MY FAVORITE BUCKY OKAY?! Civil war Bucky is superior and he is back alright?!

I can’t take my mind off him, it’s thinking about so many thinks I could write and want this man to do and it’s definitely not healthy but I just wanted to share 💓

pictures are not mine

#megs sunday discussion #tw obsessive thoughts #sebastian stan #cacw #Bucky Barnes #beefy bucky #captain america civil war #bucky imagine #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes fanfiction

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leizyzet · 1 year

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My fan work. Captain america. Steve rodgers.

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its-a-ittle-bit-cold · 2 years

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Peter Parker headcanons

(just random thing i thought of that he would do)

he’s pretty shy at first because bruh

hes not smooth AT ALL

but if you keep trying to talk to him, include him whatever

he will never stop talking to you

hes a great friend so an even better boyfriend

and he’s hot asf

ned his ultimate wingman does absolutely nothing to actually help peter, so you definitely knew that he was crushing hard even before he started to try to ask you out

once you were dating he would plan the most romantic dates

he would hash them out with mj because obviously he needs them to be perfect

lets pretend for a minute that civil war didn’t happen

so peter and you are like interns and your also super heroes

peter didn’t know you were though before you told him

but tony knew so he hired you as intern the first time you walked into the lab

you both spend a lot of time in the compound

you especially because your home life isn’t great

the avengers are pretty protective over you

so imagine their surprise when you pick up the phone one day

like, “hey, babe,” or something like that lol

theyre like “oooo a s/o????”