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natspookie · 9 months

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match made in uni

☆ teacher college au ; strict adviser!nat (science teacher) x coadviser cute!reader (english teacher)

— im sure school isnt the same for everyone butttt for me in each class we have a teacher assigned as our advisor!!! they also teach classes

— longass oneshot because i’ve been working on this for two months……

soon, it was the beginning of a new school year at nyu. natasha, a science teacher known for her strictness, is finally getting her own advisory class.

natasha walks over to to her desk at the large, wine colored faculty and the new paper at the bulletin board catches her eye.

the list of co-advisors and advisors for this school year. natasha walks towards it and racks her eyes for her name and sees another beside it.

advisor - co advisor

Romanoff, Natasha - Y/l/n, Y/n

Barnes, Bucky - Rogers, Steve

Maximoff, Wanda - Barton, Clint

…

natasha furrows her eyebrows at the unfamiliar name next to hers.

“wanda, who is y/n y/l/n?” natasha turns around to the other redhead. if anyone were to know who and what, it would be wanda.

wanda was always the first to get on campus, natasha second.

“oh! she’s the new english teacher. very sweet young woman, maria accepted that job in harvard, remember?” she says with a sweet smile.

“you know this how?” natasha takes her seat in front of her desk, beside wanda’s “i bumped into her as she was given a tour, you’ll love her as your co- advisor!” natasha gave a hum.

she didn’t meet you till 2 weeks before the school year started. a faculty meeting was held at the auditorium. natasha walked in, expecting to be second, but was now third. she saw wanda and a y/h/c talking.

“nat!” wanda waved her over as the y/h/c turned her head to see natasha approaching “natasha, this is y/n! y/n, natasha”

“y/n” you smiled, extending your hand for a handshake “romanoff” she shook your hand once and dropped it “oh- of course, y/l/n then” you laughed as she nodded, taking the seat beside wanda.

natasha wouldn’t lie, you were attractive. she just didn’t know you enough. the meeting soon started, briefing what would happen when the students came. the list of advisors and co-advisors came up, making each person familiar with who they were working with.

after that, natasha soon realized your desk was beside hers at the faculty. you didn’t have much but some flowers at the side and sticky notes up.

natasha didn’t see much of you till the week of school starting itself. “wanda, do you happen do have y/l/n’s phone number?” “why don’t you ask her yourself, flirty” wanda giggled

“not in that way, genius. we need to prep our classroom” “sureeee… here ya go” wanda gave a post it as natasha grumbled, taking it.

Natasha Romanoff

Y/l/n, if you’re free please meet me

at our assigned room tomorrow. Thanks.

— N.R

Y/n Y/l/n

Sure! Around what time? :)

Natasha Romanoff

11AM Sharp.

Y/n Y/l/n

Got it! See you there!

“nat why are you being so dry to this poor woman” wanda looked over natasha’s desk as she hid her phone to her chest. “snoopy” “dry texter” “Well she’s my co-advisor! I’ve never had one and I like to handle things on my own”

“A, you’ve never even been an advisor, you need help. B, she’s kind, don’t break her. C, she’s pretty, maybe date her” wanda winked again “oh fuck you” natasha rolled her eyes “romanoff! we’re in school” “oh come on, I hear you swearing at little maximoff all day”

11am the next day came and each advisor and co had to decorate their own classroom. natasha and you decided to just make it as simple as possible. you two were decorating with quiet music playing from a vinyl player.

“sorry if ever i’m being rude or dry, i don’t trust people easily” natasha said, breaking the comfortable silence as she hung up decorations over the board.

“i don’t blame you, you did just meet me last week” you let out a chuckle as natasha climbed down the short ladder “natasha” she extended her hand “y/n” you shook it “I think this is good enough” natasha looks around the decorated classroom, satisfied.

“mhm… hey, wanna grab lunch? i know a great place around here” you suggested “why not”

you and natasha walked over to a café after lunch for come coffee “order?” she asked you as you took a seat “iced caramel macchiato please” she nodded and ordered for you both

natasha told you about her many stories as a teacher. “yeah this one time some kid threw a fit and ripped all the pages from their book” natasha said with a low laugh “oh lord” you shook your head with a smile

“what about you? is this your first teaching job?” natasha tilted her head “sort of? i was a student teacher for 2 years before i graduated this year”

“oh, so you’re like fresh out of college?” “yup, i kind of retook a year in grade school though so i was like a year or two older than my batch mates. they graduated 22 and 23 and me, 24” i shrugged sipping on my coffee. “that’s nice”

“what about you?” “my age? i’m 36.” your eyes widened at that “look, i know i’m old but at least don’t make it obvious” natasha laughed lowly “no! no i just- you don’t look it at all, i honestly thought you were in your 20s” you chuckled “well thank you, i’m flattered” natasha smiled

the morning of your first day, natasha handed you an iced caramel macchiato and you blushed as she remembered your order. “nervous?” she smiled, taking her seat beside you.

natasha wore a black betau top with cream wide leg trousers. you wore a lace flare top with flare pants.

“sort of, i have 3 classes today. they’ll probably hate me” you groan and take a long sip of the coffee “unlikely, you’re very likable. you may even take wanda’s place as nicest teacher. but if they ever disrespect you or any of that, i will personally have a chat with them”

“i really appreciate you, natasha” she nodded and stood up, extending her hand “time to have our first advisory class” she winked and you chuckled, shaking your head.

“good morning class, i’m ms romanoff, your advisor this school year. and beside me is your co-advisor, ms y/l/n. i’ve been teaching at nyu for 5 years and this is my first advisory class. i will also be your science teacher.” natasha said with a straight face as she turned to look at you before looking back at the students

“hi! good morning, i’m ms y/l/n, your co- advisor and english teacher this school year! it’s my first year teaching and i look forward to getting to know everyone” you smiled

natasha briefed everyone on general instructions and the schedule. english as first period today and science as last.

“that’s it, be good everyone, thank you” natasha stopped her presentation and all the students went off to chattering. you opened your laptop, opening your slides when natasha whispered behind you. “good luck, you’ll do great” she winked and you thanked her before you heard the door shut.

if’s been a month of teaching with natasha. you were cleaning up your things as your finished your class when natasha walked in, her class being the one after yours.

she made small talk to you while setting up her own things. she made you laugh when a student suddenly asked. “ms y/l/n! you’re a lesbian, correct?” your eyes widened at the topic

“excuse me, i don’t think it’s appropriate to ask a teacher that.” natasha shut them up as you both left the classroom, sharing a laugh

you had slipped out the fact you had a girlfriend in college to natasha on one of your café hangouts so she probably got the hint.

"what got them to ask that question" natasha chuckled "well the boys keep asking me out and i keep declining them. but don't they get they are students?!" “oh trust me, it gets better. i’ve had my fair share of questions and-” natasha halted her words when she got the hint some students were whispering as the both of you passed by the halls.

“what are they whispering about?” “i’m actually not sure as well” you said “well i’ll see you after class” you waved to natasha, making your way to the classroom.

“ms y/l/n, i don’t mean to invade your privacy or anything but- are you and ms romanof dating? everyone has been talking about it and- i- i just didn’t want to assume” a student came up to you and you choked on your spit

“i- um- no! and i’m sure ms romanoff wouldn’t fancy the idea of students talking about her love life.” you shook it off with a smile, thoughts racing through your head. no way natasha would go for you.

“students are saying we’re dating?!?”

"hey, you've been staring intently at that paper for awhile, you alright?" natasha tapped your shoulder, standing beside you.

"this interpretation is so..." "so.." "read it for yourself" you lifted the paper up to natasha "pick a line from any shakespeare poem and interpret it... the answer was..”

'my chosen poem is 'o never say that i was false of heart' and my line is 'as from soul, which in thy breast doth lie', i think it means shakespeare approves of lesbians’"

"you can laugh" you said as natasha let out a loud laugh, covering her mouth. you looked up and you saw natasha smile widely before looking into your eyes.

time went by too slowly when natasha cleared her throat and handed you back the paper. “it’s funny” she stated, sitting back in her seat. the silence was now awkward.

of course she wouldn’t go for you. “yeah” you whispered and stood up. natasha watched you as her words died in her throat.

the next few weeks were you avoiding natasha as much as you could, and her doing nothing to fix it.

you had a particularly rough week with taking an extra class since wanda was down with the cold. you happened to have a love for history as well.

the papers to grade were twice as much now. you rubbed your forehead in frustration as you were the only one on school campus.

“y/n?” you turned around to see natasha by the door “yeah” you murmured before turning back to the papers. “it’s 1 am what are you doing?!” she walked over to your desk and saw the amount of papers scattered.

“go home” she stated “not done” you whispered, leaning on the palm of your hand “you can continue tomorrow, dekta” natasha let the nickname slip but was thankful you were too out of it to notice

natasha started filing the papers for you as you rested your head against the desk. “i can take homeroom alone so you don’t have to get in till 10am, ‘kay?” she helped you stand up as you murmured a yes.

“you won’t fall asleep driving?” she asked and you shook your head. “safe travels” she watched as you drove off.

the next morning students frowned at the loss of their favorite teacher in homeroom. “alright, we finished a few minutes early so… any questions?” natasha asked and received many raised hands

“yes, diana?” “where’s ms y/n?” natasha softened at the mention, not going unnoticed by the students “she- she’s taking a rest but will be here for your 3rd period”

“is her girlfriend taking care of her?” a student piqued. natasha stiffened “whatever ms y/l/n and her partner do is not relevant.” natasha looked at her watch and grabbed her stuff “have a good first period everyone.”

natasha couldn’t help but feel a weight on her chest by the thought of you having a partner that isn’t her.

unbeknownst to her, the students were ready in their cupid skills.

“i’m telling you, diana! she frowned and got all cold again by the mention of ms y/n having a girlfriend!” the student argued. “what if we sent fake flowers to her desk and ms romanoff got more jealous!” “that’s so childish!” “well- i am a teen?” the students bickered but quickly got quiet when their next subject teacher came.

the next day natasha’s mood got worse upon seeing roses on your table, with a note. you came a few minutes after hers.

“morning ms romanoff” natasha tried to hold her tounge at the downgrade from natasha to ms romanoff.

“morning y/n, you know you can call me natasha, right?” you nodded but smiled at the flowers on your desk

“girlfriend?” she asked and you laughed “no” you opened up the card to see a horrible pickup line that made you laugh.

“people ask me what blush i use, i just show them a photo of you and i’m all roses” you read out loud to natasha.

“corny” she snickered “yeah? you can do better than that, romanoff?” natasha spun her chair to face you “as a matter of fact, yes.” “try me” you smirked “oh you’ll see.”

since then, every morning you would get to your desk with a pickup line from natasha which were undeniably good.

it’s been four months of teaching when you left quite frantically that piqued natasha’s interest,

“what’s the rush?” she chuckled “gotta date” you shoved your stuff into your bag “bye wanda, steve, bruce, tasha!” you left before a reply

“hope she gets laid” wanda muttered, earning a slap from natasha “what! i’m being supportive!” natasha grumbled in response

the next day, natasha was surprised to see you and wanda earlier than usual. “morning nat!” wanda greeted and you forced a smile to her as well “what’s wrong?” “she stood me up… i got a lot of work done last night though” you leaned back in your seat

“i’m sorry y/n/n” natasha set her stuff down and handed you the daily pickup line. she smiled when you laughed. “how do you never fail to come up with a bad one?!? this is like number sixty!” “one of my many talents” natasha winked.

“imma get coffee, be right back” you left and wanda immediately said “ask her out.” “what?” natasha looked at wanda “come onnnnnn! it’s been 4 months” “should i really?” natasha asked quietly and wanda shrieked a yes. a small smile was forming on natasha’s face at the idea.

the next day natasha came even earlier than wanda and set roses on your desk.

natasha fiddled with her pen when you walked in “morning wands, morning tasha” you sat on your desk and smiled at the roses. wanda quietly snuck out the door. “are these from you?” you smirked, jokingly at natasha. “yes, and this is for you, natasha said seriously and handed you a post it. in specific, a sticky note that asks you out. this one finally has her name signed on the bottom.

“i- of course” you smiled at natasha “great! i- um- i’ll pick you up tonight at your place” “alright” you smiled widely “i have a thing- i’ll be back” she nodded as you left.

bonus-

you kept all post its from natasha and she was in awe when she saw them in the box.

the students all went crazy when they saw you both kissing online.

wanda was a bridesmaid at the wedding.

#natasha x y/n #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #natasha romonova #black widow fic

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aclowntiny · 9 months

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A Date Like No Other- Basketball Player!Mingyu x Female!Reader (College AU)

Inspired by the famous tumblr post 😄 also I’m quite tempted to do a part 2 for this one if anyone is into that hehe

Word Count: 3600 | College AU, Basketball Player!Mingyu, Humor, Fluff | Warnings: drinking mentioned, one suggestive comment, one minor swear

He was the guy on campus everyone would have sold organs to go on a date with. The sports guy. The really tall guy. Handsome, plays on the school team, movie love interest guy.

You were the weird girl hardly anyone talked to, and you just liked him because he drew on your notes with you.

History was boring you- you’d already answered the questions and they read the pages out loud at a snail’s pace, sending your eyes diving into the pages lest you want to rip your hair out and coat your long thin institutional table in it. Saving that, you reached into your backpack and pulled out a green ultra fine marker, popping the cap. You reached over and doodled a frog sitting in his funny little amphibian hunch on one of the multitudinous papers strewn about the table before the guy sitting next to you glanced over, a huge smile spreading across his face before he suppressed laughter.

"I've been frogged!" That, of course, had him almost snorting in aborted amusement.

Wait...did that mean? "Oh, sorry, those were your notes, huh?" You asked in response, hand hitting your head lightly. "I got them mixed up, sorry for defacing your property. I can get you a new sheet if you were going to turn that in-"

"Nah," your neighbor, whose name was Mingyu if you remembered from roll call, held up a hand of both restraint and reassurance, "it's fine! I'm going to keep it. I love him. I think he needs a hat, though."

"Oh, I got it." This time, it was a brown marker you grabbed, quickly outlining and filling in a tiny cowboy hat for your creation. "There we go, how's that?"

This time, a full snort. "He looks handsome to me. What's his name?" Mingyu whispered as your professor drew a tad bit closer.

"Uh, Clint Eastwood?" You shrugged, having not exactly thought that far- in fact, not at all, the whole shindig starting at full zero thoughts, head empty.

"Well, I'll take him with me to every class I have," Mingyu replied, glancing fondly at the doodled frog before taking his pencil and drawing a fly between two pieces of bread, "and feed him, too."

At that, you exhaled a quietened laugh, smiling back as wide as he'd done.

"What? Wouldn't that be what a frog eats?"

You had to admit that it would be.

From that day on, you two added one or two things onto Clint Eastwood's page every class session. He had a top hat at the ready for dressing up, a little garden of flowers, a very badly drawn horse to ride, a soccer ball to play with, and a plate of the takeout Mingyu had just really wanted that day. You didn't even know what his major was. Maybe it was just sports. Could one go to school for simply basketball? Who knew? You guys didn't really talk, just drew and whispered and laughed about your froggy little world. Either way, to your simultaneous amusement and annoyance you found yourself really able to see the hype behind the legendary Kim Mingyu. For all the popularity, he was a good guy. And you know what, he was cute. But, like, heart cute. The face cute was just a bonus.

"Hey (y/n), do you ever go to any games? I've never seen you at one," Mingyu mused as you strode out of class, backpacks loose over your shoulders.

"Well," you paused, letting your expression be cut by a half-joking, half-serious wince, "no offense, but I'm not a huge sports person? So I haven't gone because I don't have anyone to go with and it hasn't seemed worth the money. Not because of the game, just because of how much they charge for the ticke-”

"Hey, don’t worry, I get it," he laughed, "well, my little sister could use someone to go with, and the ticket would be on me. I save on buying them for myself because, well, you know."

"You're too busy slamming dunks or whatever it is basketball players do," you supplied.

"Depends on your position," Mingyu just chucklef in response, pushing the big silvery-painted fire exit-esque handle of the history building's double doors open.

"Basketball has positions?" You burst out incredulously, squinting both in confusion and at the onslaught of sunlight assaulting your eyes as you emerged past the threshold.

Another laugh. "Come and find out."

The game was made more fun by knowing a player- it gave you something to care about as your eyes followed Mingyu's run along the smooth floors, the way he leapt to toss the ball to some guy just as tall or even taller than him. He really played with passion, passion and a clear sense of fun if his remarks on the court were any indication. His sister was pretty cool, too. She looked like a fashion model straight out of Seoul, but she was fun and sassy, not afraid to tease her big brother about the shot he missed when he ran up and greeted you at the sidelines or shoot a questioning look between you two as you told him to do it for Clint Eastwood, whom Mingyu replied was his good luck charm before shuffling back off on sneakers that squeaked against the floor.

Even though you didn't actually hang out with him the whole time, just at celebratory victory ice cream after, you came to history lecture the next session feeling closer to Mingyu, and he must have felt the same as he started talking to you instantly. You rarely initiated conversation, but always welcomed it.

He thanked you for coming to the game as if he hadn’t paid for it, then asked what your major was. You told him and bounced the question back. Turns out it was business, not sports. That history lecture was just GE you both had to get out of the way. The most interesting history lessons to you weren't generic national history or war maps, but all the odd sideline stuff like how some people believed huffing toilets might have helped them during the Black Plague.

"They what?" Mingyu asked, eyes widening and mouth agape as class commenced.

Maybe that was why people didn't really talk to you.

Such reflection was inaccurate, however, as you mindlessly doodled a ridiculous-looking bug-eyed dog on the now-shared note paper and Mingyu chuckled and gave it a collar, smiling when your glance upward met his eyes.

The moment you rose from your seat after lecture, notebook shoved back into your backpack and pencil case into one of the side water bottle holsters or whatever they were called, Mingyu started talking to you again, this time about how glad he was that he didn't join a fraternity like his teammate Johnny.

"Yeah, because see, this one guy just got so drunk he didn’t know where his car was and his girlfriend lost her nose ring, then another guy was sick and they threw him outside and he woke up in the cold locked out of the house, and the houses stink, too, like they smell so bad…”

"Yeah," you muttered, taking each of your bag straps in your hands this walk, palms sliding over the rough fabric, "dude, you couldn't pay me to live in one of those."

“…they’re practically taking after those Black Plague people!” He joked, bringing a smile to both your faces as he mimed taking a sniff, waving his hands in front of his nose and bursting into laughter.

“Except they should know better,” you added, shaking your head in amusement, “they need to get smart like you and I.”

He didn’t laugh, just nodded in approval. "Right? And everyone there has already hooked up with each other. I'm so tired of all that, too. That's not the kind of date I've been looking for, you know?”

In a sense, you did not know, being that none of your classmates had even hardly made conversation let alone a risqué pass, but you got it. Being as popular as Mingyu was, you’d seen how fellow students threw themselves at him sometimes. Had to get uncomfortable, especially if his facial expression at a few of them said anything. They weren’t usually very original, either, poor guy. He was just a clear end goal, and someone who loved his sister and his little drawings and celebrated with ice cream as often as cocktails and laughed at toilets didn’t deserve that. Mingyu wasn’t an ideal, he was a real person. Someone who just needed to have some damn fun for once.

“Sure. You need some- no, you deserve some- creativity. If it was up to me, I’d take you on a date like no other,” you joked, chuckling as your gaze rose back up to his eyes.

“You would?” At the sight of Mingyu’s eyes widening, you wondered if your phrasing had inadvertently crossed a line. Sure, you were totally willing, but- “Alright, just name a time.”

“Wait, really?” This time it was your turn to gape, one hand dropping off your backpack strap to fall to your side. Your heart picked up its pace. Never in a googolplex of years would you have thought Mr. It Boy K. Basketball would want a date with you. Being his friend was surprising enough.

“Yeah, of course. I think it’d be fun,” Mingyu beamed at you, “and I trust you. My sister likes you, too. If…if you really meant it, that is.” He added that last bit as his own gaze dropped and one hand reached up to rub the back of his neck.

Giggling shyly at his sudden sheepishness as well as the situation’s sheer absurdity, you tilted your head his way, smile melting back out of the shock. “Well, thanks, that actually…really means a lot. Get ready for an epic time, then!”

He cocked a brow, turning down between a row of potted trees toward the food court. “Have something in mind already?”

Actually, you did have something you always wanted to do if you could get someone else- it would look too weird to be the only one. Why not do it with Mingyu?

“Be afraid,” you nodded, smirking in satisfaction.

“Well then, how should I dress?”

“Just casual is fine,” you shrugged and teased, “we can’t all afford black tie, Mr. Business Major.”

“Fair enough,” he chuckled, still giving that wide smile you’d come to anticipate seeing, “Friday night?”

“Friday night,” you repeated.

“Get ready for Friday Night Showdown!”

“Um, (y/n), this is the grocery store.”

Your lips turned upward proudly as you rotated from a fist pump into a Vanna White pose before the mart. “I know.”

“Are we…” Mingyu paused, clearly searching for words. “Fighting in here or something?”

“We are not,” you replied cryptically, looking all the more satisfied as you passed between the automatic doors, Mingyu at your side.

“Am I doing your shopping?” He looked at you with still-raised eyebrows, though amusement colored his expression.

“That would be messed up!” You denied, shaking your head. “Though admittedly funny.”

“Don’t get any ideas for date two!”

Your heart flipped at Mingyu’s easy smile, how casually he said that…the way he flushed and looked away the moment the words left his mouth. He was already thinking of your next date? Hope he likes seafood, you internally joked.

“Yeah, no shopping tonight unless you wanted some snacks. Because tonight,” you skipped over all the central aisles of kitchen supplies, soap, and dry goods, making a beeline for the meat section… well, more specifically the fish counter, “is all about the face-off.”

In a split second you caught Mingyu’s eyes dart down once more past rows of cans, bottles, jars of just about every color you could ask for, dancing over their numerical markers as if to say farewell to actual shopping. Then, his gaze was back on you, your gestures, over your shoulder to the tank at the end of the fish counter. The tank full of lobsters with big claws and small patience. His eyes met yours again. He knew. You could see it.

You nodded. “Oh yeah. Pick your champion.”

He twisted his cap around backwards, revealing his face, those big, innocent brown eyes, once more. “Uh, quick question: how do you suggest I keep mine straight from the others?”

He was asking in earnest. That was another thing you liked about Mingyu: not only did he possess childlike wonder beyond what somebody in his age and station in life probably should, he was also a bad liar in the purest, kindest of senses. He really, truly, had never had a grocery store lobster beatdown date, and he couldn’t fake interest if he tried. So now he wanted tips, advice you could give him as if you had already had loads of grocery store lobster beatdown dates. All you could do was smile back at the tall basketball player and every small kindness he’d shown you thus far. The way he’d simply seen you.

“Good question. Don’t they have different colored wristbands?”

He arched a brow, clearly fighting a snicker. “Different what?”

Pantomiming a band with one hand grabbing the other, you stuttered. “You know, the… the claw restraints! The wristbands!”

“I don’t think they have wrists, (y/n),” Mingyu teased, reaching over and ruffling your hair.

Well, of course you realize this means war. “Alright, you are on,” was all you said, eyes narrowing.

He perked up at that. “What’s the bet?”

“Winner gets to pick the next activity,” you reply, sauntering a few steps closer to the lobster tank and pointing to one with a purple band over its claws that was clearly ready to throw- well, for lack of better terminology- hands, “and I choose this one.”

“Well, in that case,” Mingyu returned to your side, arm pressed against yours as he peered into the tank, “the logical choice would be to pick the one in red in front of yours. May the best crustacean win.”

And at that, his competitive stare melted back into that boyish look as he turned to you. “…did that sound cool?”

It almost came out as a snort, you burst out laughing so violently. “That was legendary,” was all you could wheeze out.

“Ha ha! I can’t believe it!” Mingyu grinned and bobbed up from his bent tank stare like an excited puppy, pumping the fist that wasn’t holding the mart beer can he’d bought as his lobster shoved yours away in victory.

The pair of crustaceans had been locked in claw-to-claw combat, tussling very slowly over nothing in particular but their proximal frustrations, and Mingyu’s had apparently vented harder, shoving yours back after some aggressive minutes. Mingyu had gotten into the fight, nudging you when something extra exciting happened and even providing commentary on sideline fights between sips.

First drawing a fly sandwich, then that. Truly, who'd've thunk?

“Neither can I," you mock-pouted, crossing your arms, "purple always wins."

"Says who?" Asked Mingyu, who leaned down closer to you, face mere inches from yours.

"Says me," you shrugged, feeling warmth spread across your face.

"Well, you know what?"

You could feel warmth of his breath ghosting faintly over your cheeks, your lips. "Wh- what?"

"As much as I enjoy a good bar," he leaned back a bit, clapping, "I did need something else. Something new. This was fun! Wanna go play basketball in the park? I bet we'll have the court to ourselves!"

There it was again. The reason everyone liked him. Movie love interest vibes, even beneath the oddly-tinted fluorescent lights of commerce. A smile like a boy on the body of a man. Probably not something they usually imagined to see over a lobster tank. Over hoops in the park, though? That tracked, even if it was a bit of a one-eighty from his breath fanning your face.

Beside any of that, he had won the right to choose.

"Sure," you smile, "let's keep your winning streak up."

And with a hand clasped around yours, that athletic strength was tugging you out the grocery store door to a rush of evening wind and the sound of mutual laughter.

Basketball really was that man’s passion. Just about the only thing about it you knew about the sport was what a slam dunk was, but what different shots scored different points? You wanted to throw a three-pointer, but what was a three-pointer?

You learned what it was, what an assist was, that elbowing was illegal or something like that because every game had a reason to send the players to sports jail like grown-up cops and robbers.

You got the ball in the basket twice with no help, and that was achievement enough. Mingyu had ran across the court to high-five you both times as if you’d just won him a game. When you messed up the angle of another throw, he got behind you and, trying your best to focus with his chest flush against your back, you tried again and sent the ball sailing without the betrayal of the previous throw’s dramatic arc.

“So can we give Clint Eastwood a basketball now too?” Mingyu asked out of the blue, dropping to the concrete at your side, legs crossing and knees brushing.

“What,” you chuckled, “do you have him with you or something?”

Reaching into his jacket pocket, he pulled a small white square out and unfolded it to reveal the piece of lined notebook paper with margins full of marker and pencil scratch, most notably your hatted frog friend. He kept those notes in his pocket?

With the one not holding Clint, he ran a hand through his short black hair. “I do like to have him with me,” he answered with a tentative smile.

You twisted slightly, feeling your spine pop from its prior exertion, and remembered his words from the basketball game as he’d visited your seat, making you laugh with a failed attempt at spinning the ball on his finger. “As a good luck charm?”

He shook his head. “I think we’ve added something almost every time we’ve been together. He’s like a log of all the memories we share.” With that, he scooched closer to your side, his jacket falling over the folds of your own clothes slightly. “And I like our memories, Frog Girl.”

What could you say to that? “Frog Girl?” You just giggled, eyes on his.

“That’s right,” Mingyu nodded, “I can’t believe I would never have talked to you if you hadn’t drawn a frog.”

“Ah, college,” you sighed, tilting your head, “the golden years, and yet it’s so easy to ignore everyone else.”

“Well, no longer,” Mingyu shot back, gaze honing in on…well, you weren’t sure, but you liked it, “I figured out what I want to do with my victory wish.”

You smiled at the phrase ‘victory wish’, a term that was just so him. “I thought that was this.” For emphasis, you waved a hand along the court, feeling the night breeze that much more on the skin of your palm.

“Nope,” he shook his head, smirking as his eyes fell back on yours, “I didn’t say I was using it then, I just asked if you wanted to come out here and you said yes."

Well, coat you in flour and call you a biscuit. "You evil genius, you." At that, you gave a grin and a shake of your own head, unable to resist feeling a bit impressed. Man plays games, he picks up some strategy. You'd have to remember that.

"I prefer to think of myself as a nice genius," Mingyu said, and then, switching tones completely, doing another one-eighty to one sweet enough to make your heart swell, he continued, "and about my wish: can I kiss you? I can't think of a better way to end Friday Night Showdown."

Deathly afraid of saying something stupid, you answered by shifting from your crossed legs, folding them to the side as you sat up, knee resting slightly on the edge of his leg as you pressed your lips to his. The slick of his sports jacket between your fingers felt cool as you gripped it to hold both yourself and Mingyu in place as he surged forward into you. For his speed, his eagerness, his kiss was surprisingly soft, not digging too deep but just firmly holding you, treasuring you as if the feeling of your lips was about to fade. Oh, buddy, I'm not going anywhere, you murmured in your head against the feeling of his ever-so-slightly chapped lips.

And as he pulled away, separation painfully slow, deliberate, Mingyu looked you dead in the eyes, blinked at the sudden return of hazy park streetlight, and said “Wow.”

You nodded. “Wow.” Can’t believe how well those lobsters worked, you wanted to say. "You're full of surprises, Mr. Basketball."

“Mr. Basketball,” he mused, gaze briefly drifting from yours, then back. “I wasn’t sure you were going to be that into me, being so funny and smart and artistic and stuff, but I just couldn’t help myself. And boy am I glad for that,” he grinned.

For that, all you could do was kiss him again.

No more hoops were shot that night, only words tossed out with new glee as you, now wrapped in Mingyu’s jacket, pointed out lesser-known constellations, like the Dutch giraffe one or the Poop Deck. After all, you had a reputation to keep up on that date, and everyone had already seen the Big Dipper.

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lunaroserites · 11 days

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Art and Ice - Ground Rules

Pairing: Eventual Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Characters: Natasha, Wanda, Pietro, Loki, Bucky, Sam Wilson, Clint Barton, a lot of the avengers cast is mentioned.

Summery: Bucky and Doodle spend some quality time together.

This might a 2 or 3 parter (it's gonna be more because cannot help myself). College AU, our boy Bucky is on the hockey team, and reader is an art major (because I love that trope and couldn't help myself)

Warnings: Not beta'd! All mistakes are my own. Friends fluff, swearing, mentions of college students being college students. Bit of friendly harmless flirting between friends. Bucky is a playboy. Flirting. Mentions of not eating or drinking for a hours (ADHD Brain)

Word Court: 2859

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Catch up here: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 ❤️

You didn’t see Barnes the next day, which wasn’t surprising, it was Friday night after a win so celebration extended into the start of the weekend. Saturday was much the same, you toiled away in the art room in front of a large sketch pad trying to get something together while your canvas dried.

You also had a small piece you were working on for a gallery wall you were doing for a local gallery that was happening once the semester ended. So your plate was full and adding the insistent nagging from your brain to find Barnes, your patience was wearing thin.

You threw the paint brush at the sink, it sailed in a smooth arche before clattering in the paint covered sink. You ran your hands over your face and groaned as you leaned forward, elbows planted in the table. Your mind is running amuck and making you lose patience.

“Doodle,” the new brush you were holding snapped in your tense grip as you looked up, startled. Barnes was standing at the door holding a bag that smelled delicious and your stomach growled. You may have forgotten to take a break and eat.

“Barnes,” you said, your tone tense. His eyebrow quirked up as he walked in and placed the bag down a few feet away.

“Are you okay,” your hand kinda hurt from snapping the brush a moment ago, and your head was killing you with a raging headache. Which might be because you haven’t eaten in a while or because you were thirsty. You took a deep breath and nodded.

“Yeah, just a little stressed,” you answered. The smell of the food in the bag makes your mouth water and your stomach twist in an uncomfortable way. “What can I do for you?”

“You weren’t at practice all weekend. Nat said you were hauled up in the art room,” he said nonchalantly, you just stared at him. “And I figured I would stop by and check on my favourite girl,” he said confidently, and you rolled your eyes in response. Your stomach decided that moment was the best time to make its presence known and grumbled loudly. Your cheeks immediately darkened in embarrassment.

“And she said you most likely didn’t eat,” the look on his face caught you off guard, he had a look of genuine concern etched on his features. “She knows you well,” he mused, his tongue poked between his teeth as he winked at you. You leaned back against your chair and extended your hand and gestured to the chair across from you, prompting him to sit. He took a seat across from you and smiled. “I hope you like burgers,” he said as he pulled the bag over.

“I don’t mind them, are they from Gus’s?” You asked, he nodded.

“I wasn’t sure what you drank so I got water,” he added, pulling a couple water bottles out of his gym bag. You smiled and chuckled a little at how thoughtful he was being.

“Waters fine,” you accepted the bottle and cracked it open and drank half it one go. He eyed you suspiciously and you gulped down hard. “I get lost in what I’m doing and sometimes forget to eat or drink,” you mumbled under his intense gaze.

“That’s not healthy,” he muttered, pulling out a burger and handing it to you. You accepted and opened it up, taking a bite and biting back the moan you almost let out.

“I know, but when I’m in the zone. I just don’t realise how much time passes,” you said softly, he nodded and you two ate the food in a comfortable silence.

“Thank you,” you said as you threw out the garbage and sat back down.

“No problem, can’t let ya starve,” he chuckled and rubbed his chin in his hand. “What’s ya working on?” He asked and looked at the few pieces shattered behind you and a shadow box a few feet away from you.

“Uh, a project for an art exhibit once schools out,” you answered.

“Mind if I work on some homework? It’s quieter here than my house,” you raised an eyebrow at him, that was unexpected. “What?” he asked.

“Nothing, don’t mind me,” you said as you looked down to work on the piece for the shadow box. Your eyes drifted up every now and then as you observed him working on what looked to be some kind of science homework.

His eyes wandered over your frame every now and then as he took in your look of complete concentration as you worked with a small piece of clay. He couldn’t help but appreciate the dedication you had toward your craft.

“What are you working on?” You asked after some time.

“Science homework,” he gave you a cheeky smile. You gave him a deadpan expression. “It’s space stuff,” he answered.

“What about space stuff?” You asked, genuine curiosity laced your tone.

“I’m learning about stars,” he tilted the book he was reading, it was open to a diagram of a star.

“Oh neat!” You took a closer look at the diagrams and then looked back at him. He was rubbing his neck with a sheepish look on his face. “I did a project a couple years ago on Saturn,” you pulled your phone out and showed him a picture.

“Wow, you did a fantastic job,” he took your phone for a moment to get a closer look at it. “Wait, that looks familiar,” he looked up at you again. “That looks like the one in the observatory.”

“That’s because it is,” you chuckled. His eyes widened a little and his smile broadened.

“I made out with a girl right next to it,” he chuckled and your smile dropped and you busied yourself with another piece of clay.

“That’s great,” you forced out through the firm line your mouth was now set in.

“Why do you do that?” He asked suddenly, noticing your immediate change in demeanour. You looked up and your eyes narrowed at him.

“Do what?”

“That? Get all closed off when I say something you don’t like,” he asked.

“Because I really didn’t need to know you made out with a girl next to my art piece,” you stated. “I was told if I have nothing nice to say, don’t say anything at all.”

“I’m not a child, I can handle criticism,” he defended.

“That’s not the point. Have you ever once sat down and just chatted with a girl without the expectation of sex afterwards?” You asked, your tone very genuine. He sat back in his chair and looked anywhere but your face.

“No. Not in a long time,” his answer caught you guard. You were expecting some snide comment or a lie. When you looked at his face, he looked completely sincere. You took a deep breath knowing the answer to the question you were about to ask.

“Is that why you’re here now?” You didn’t recognize the voice that asked the question. It was soft and meek, nothing like your usual cadence. He didn’t answer right away, and based on the look on his face he didn’t really know what to say or how to answer.

“Honestly,” he took a deep breath and looked at his hands. “Probably. Maybe. I don’t know. At first definitely. The first time I spoke to you it was. But I don’t know,” his rambling gave away how honest he was being. “I still want to,” he paused, “to still sleep with you. I also want to hang out with you. And get to know you.”

You couldn’t help the slight upturn of your lip as you released a long inhale, “thank you for being honest.”

“I might be a prick. But at least I’m an honest one,” he tried to joke. His smile dropped when you didn’t laugh. “So where does that leave us now?”

“I don’t know Barnes. I don’t want to sleep with you. But I don’t want you to take that as a challenge to get me to sleep with you. If you truly want to be friends, and we get to know one another with no ulterior motives, then we can do that,” you didn’t want to sugar coat it. You also didn’t have the balls to admit you had a tiny crush on him because that would go straight to his dick and this conversation would be pointless.

“Well to start you could start calling me Bucky, Barnes is so detached,” he gave you a small smile.

“Well that was the point,” you chuckled. “But okay, Bucky.” His smile grew larger and he pumped his fist in the air.

“I’m still calling you Doodle though,” he said, his tone serious as he stared at you.

“That’s fine, I guess,” you chuckled while rolling your eyes at him.

“So how much of my piece is finished?” He asked, you couldn’t help but laugh and pointed over your shoulder to the large canvas behind you. “That’s empty.”

“I know. I have to get some practice sketches done first before I paint on the big canvas,” you decided to not mention the two you ruined.

“Can I see the practice sketches?” He asked hopefully.

“Sure,” you relented and passed the sketch pad over and watched him look at it.

“How do you do that?” He asked, passing it back a moment later.

“Draw?” You raised an eyebrow at him. He nodded. “I just do, it takes a lot of practice and effort. I could ask the same of you, how do you skate so effortlessly?”

He smiled for a moment before answering, “I guess it’s the same. I just get on the ice and go. The moment I lace my skates up and I hit the ice everything else just fades away, it’s just me, my stick and the puck.”

“For me, I pick up the pen, or brush and just start somewhere and get lost in it. It’s me, the brush and the canvas,” you finished.

“Hey,” he was serious now, that caught your attention fully as you looked at him, “I wanted to apologise for what I said the other day…”

“Bucky,” you reached out and placed your smaller hand on his gently as you cut him off, “stop, it’s okay. We both said things that weren’t very nice. For what it’s worth.” You looked into his eyes sincerely, “I’m sorry too. It’s behind us now.”

He smiled and nodded, “okay Doodle.”

That conversation was the catalyst to your developing and lively friendship with Bucky, when the team wasn’t travelling for the away games over the next week he would sit in the art room and do his homework while you worked on the art projects you had due.

It was Thursday night, Bucky was just getting to the art studio after practice when he saw you hunched over your sketch pad, your hands in your hair and you were sniffling. He entered and quickly threw his gym bag down and came around the table and crouched down next to you. He placed his hand on your forearm, trying not to startle you too much. You jumped anyway since you didn’t hear him come in, you were too wrapped up in your own thoughts to notice anything else.

“Doodle,” he said softly. “Everything okay?” You shook your head and slumped into his chest, that caught him off guard, he quickly wrapped his arms around you and hugged you back as you cried into his chest. As quickly as you collapsed into him you pulled back and shook your head.

“I’m sorry,” you blurted out and placed your head in your hands. Bucky was a little stunned at how quickly your demeanour changed.

“It's okay,” he stood and took his usual seat across from you. “Wanna talk about it?” You let out an exaggerated sigh and sniffled loudly.

“My art professor is a bitch,” you groaned. “And I have a bunch more projects due and she’s just awful. If I didn’t need this course to graduate I would have dropped it.” You pressed your cheek against the table and closed your eyes.

“What did she do?” Bucky asked.

“After class she decided to tell me she doesn’t know why I bother trying, and that the school was foolish to offer, a no talent, wannabe one of the only full ride scholarships offered for the arts,” you were crying again. You had spent years honing your craft, and fought tooth and nail for the scholarship that allowed you to attend school here.

“She’s probably just jealous,” you laughed at that, Nat had said the same thing when you texted her earlier about what happened.

“I have an appointment with the head of the department tomorrow afternoon. This isn’t the first time she’s been awful to me,” you didn’t see his fist clench and the momentary anger flash across his face as you said that.

“I wouldn’t listen to her Doodle,” Bucky reached across the table and patted your arm gently. “Your art is awesome, and you’re incredibly talented,” he finished. You smiled against the table and lifted your head up to send him a thankful look.

“Thanks Bucky, that means a lot,” you sighed and whipped your eyes with the back of your hand and rolled your shoulders. “I got some stuff done on your portrait,” you said, your voice still a little coarse, but you felt a lot better. His face lit and his full attention was on the covered canvas behind you. You stood and pulled the cover off and showed him, you had some of the out lining done, the positioning and scale perfect. You felt very proud of it so far.

“Holy shit Doodle,” Bucky stood and got closer to admire the outlining. “You know, once this is done, you should get them to let you display it in the sports annex,” he had a smug tone as he said this. You chuckled and rolled your eyes.

“Maybe if you bat your eyelashes at the department head, and ask him really nicely, he’ll let me,” you bumped your hip into his and smirked up at him. He smiled down at you and the softness in his eye made your heart skip a beat, you quickly cleared your throat and moved from him to grab a pencil.

“I’m going to work my homework, and stay out of your way,” Bucky said softly as he moved from your side to sit down again. You smiled looking down at your feet before you started to do some more outlining.

His eyes would shift from his homework every so often and they would rove over your body. He knew he didn’t have a shot in hell at getting you to agree to sleeping with him, you made that clear and he was really trying to make sure he kept that at the forefront of his mind when he was around you because he really did want to be friends with you.

But those leggings you wore hugged the curve of your ass so perfectly it was making it difficult. He felt his mouth dry out a little as he watched you rock from side to side as you drew on the canvas, and he involuntarily let a low whistle when you stretched up and exposed some of the soft skin of your back.

You immediately turned and looked at him with a raised brow and squinted at him, full judgement. “Barnes,” you were warning him, he raised his hands up in surrender.

“Not my fault you look amazing, it's a crime,” he defended himself with a cocky tone. You couldn’t stop the blush that crawled up your neck and on to your cheeks.

“You’re insufferable,” you groaned, turning your back to him again, the blush still strong on your cheeks. He laughed loudly, before going back to his homework. You couldn’t keep the little smile off your face, you knew he used that line on countless girls, and it was probably a line he used often to get in their pants, but damn he was such a smooth talker, and he said all the right things in the right tones. You hated that you longed for his compliments.

It was quiet for a while longer, just the sounds of pencils on paper and canvas filling the air.

“Hey Doodle,” you hummed in response, not wanting to look away. “There is a final game just before playoffs, it's here, do you think you’ll come?”

“I thought Nat said you guys were done with the home games now,” you still didn’t look at him, trying to make sure your scale was correct.

“This one isn’t a regular season game, but I think you’ll really enjoy it,” he was being incredibly cryptic about whatever it is. You turned now, and raised an eyebrow at him.

“Then what is it?” You asked as you eyed him.

“Surprise, but I promise you’ll love it,” he sounded so earnest that you couldn’t help but believe him.

“Okay,” I chuckled. “I’ll go,” you relented, trying to hide your genuine excitement.

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buckyalpine · 1 year

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Ohhhh yay 🥰🥳

So my brain came up with this idea: Bucky is the leader of a werewolf pack (just like twilight haha I'm so sorry) and he gets fond of that one girl where he instantly feels a connection cause the wolves fall in love only once in a lifetime and he knows it's you. So when you get attacked by vamps one night he steps in saving you and bringing you to their camp to take care of you. Then you Kinda feel love at first sight as well and stay by his side ?

I love this but this is going to be a first for me, writing this type of AU so bear with me. Some A/B/O themes to do with the werewolf theme but not exactly an a/b/o fic. Just making up my own damn rules for this AU, so look the other way if something doesn’t make sense.

18+ cause smut but also lots of fluff, knotting, marking, protective Bucky with platonic protective Steve, Sam and Peter

He didn’t mean to watch you so closely but he couldn’t help it. Perhaps it was a part of his instincts to notice the finest details that surrounded him. Every day he saw you, there was something new that captivated him. The way the wind would tousle your hair. The way your nails were painted to match the shades of the fall. Whenever you bought your morning coffee, you bought a second one along with a muffin, handing it to the homeless man that stayed near by the coffee shop. Sometimes you’d spent a good few minutes talking to him before continuing with your day. You’d hold the hand of the elderly woman who was slowly crossing the street, making sure she made it across safely before you went off to wherever you were going.

You saw beauty in everything. Everyone.

You were beautiful.

Pure.

Bucky shook his head, turning back to the bar, wiping down a few glasses, though still sneaking glances at the window as you walked by. He’d first noticed you months ago, in the summer, blinking when he saw an unfamiliar but pretty face walking down the street, a bundle of sunflowers in your hand. His eyes lingered on you, smiling softly when you handed a little girl a flower before continuing down the street, disappearing around the corner. Bucky knew everyone around the area; after all it was his territory. The east belonged to his pack so he was curious about the sweet stranger he’d never seen before.

You didn’t seem to pose a threat so he didn’t dive into investigating you. The more often he saw you, the more he’d find to admire. It was late in the afternoon, meaning Bucky would only see you again closer to the end of his shift which would be around midnight. He felt his cheeks heat up when he realized he knew what your routine was.

Stop being creepy Bucky.

Hours went by, less than sober customers walking in and out, Sam, Steve and Peter were talking Bucky’s ear off about something he stopped paying attention to 20 minutes ago.

“...and that’s how I caught Clint in the vents, you should’ve seen his face”

“Caught in 4k, no cap”

“Why would he be wearing a cap”

“I’m going to move you all to the graveyard shift” Bucky groaned, barely focused on their conversation, mostly because he lost track of whatever Peter was referencing, 15 references ago. He glanced at the clock, only a few more minutes left until he was off. It also meant you would be passing by his bar soon enough. Which is why he frowned when he didn’t see you. For the past few months, Bucky noticed you’d always walk home, something he wasn’t very fond of but it’s not like he could do anything about it. The area was generally safe but it wasn’t perfect, especially at night.

Bucky shoved the uneasiness he felt to the back of his mind; you had a life outside of the moments he saw you. You could have taken a cab or gone home with a friend. Maybe you look a different route. Maybe you made plans. He thought of 101 reasons as to why he didn’t see you to try convince himself he was worrying over nothing. Bucky grabbed his jacket, heading out into the cool night, the moon softly lighting the empty streets.

Something felt off.

The worry he felt when he didn’t see you hadn’t ceased and for some reason the feeling was growing.

She’s fine.

She’s made it home safe.

You don’t even know her-

Bucky stopped dead in his tracks, turning back to a faint sound he heard near a pitch black alleyway. He took two steps towards it, only to hear silence filling the air.

Until he heard it again.

He knew he heard something, a pained whimper so quiet, he almost thought he imagined it. The hairs on his neck stood up, something not feeling right, bounding towards the source of the sound. His pupils dilated to scan the dark area, eyes growing wide when he saw the sight before him.

“Quiet!” John hissed, his teeth grazing your cheek. “Such a pretty lookin’ princess” he whispered, his fangs glistening under the moon light, his finger tracing along the column of your neck. “Hold her still” He grumbled while his friend kept their hand firmly over your mouth, their other arm wrapped around your arms and waist.

“Been watchin’ ya sweet heart” Valentina purred, trailing a sharp nail down your cheek, a sinister smile on her face watching you struggle, “These young ones are hungry” She sat back on a crate, crossing her legs, while the blond grabbed a fist of your hair, craning it back to expose your neck. “Go on, make it quick before one of the mongrels find us” She spat, venom in her voice, feeling a sense of uneasiness roaming the streets they were forbidden to set foot in.

“Ladies first” John smirked while Sharon hummed, smacking your cheek when as you struggled, trying to break free. “This will be a lot easier if you’d just fucking-

She stopped mid sentence, her eyes darting around her, the sudden scent of pinewoods and cedar evading her senses. A snarl tore through the air, your eyes falling on a white wolf along with three others growling and stalking towards your attackers, the largest white one bounding towards you, pinning John underneath him. Sharon tried to grab you, her nails digging into your skin, only to be torn off by another wolf, dragging her by the ankle. You fell to the floor, gasping when the smallest wolf came to your aid, standing guard in front of you, warning for the others to back off. You couldn’t place what it was but there was something distinct about each wolf, it was almost as if you could see their different personalities.

“Fuck-” John tried to throw the large animal off him, heaving at the weight that sunk into his chest.

“You don’t belong here” The white wolf let out a deep growl, claws piercing into his chest, breaths heavy, fanning on his face, sharp teeth on full display. All you heard was a growl but John seemed to understand what it meant, frantically nodding his head. “Leave now, take the rest with you” He understood the low rumble to be a final warning for them to leave if they wanted to stay alive.

“Lets go!” Valentina had already jumped to the top of the building, not waiting for the rest, the group running off into the night, leaving you half bleeding and scratched on the ground. John gasped for air, scrambling off the floor as he managed to climb up a fire escape, striding across the rooftops to follow the rest.

Your heart stopped as the white wolf turned to face you, taking slow calculated steps, as if to show you he meant no harm. He was beautiful with piercing sapphire blue eyes and thick white fur. Your eyes grew wide, your breath catching in your throat as he began to shift, fur disappearing replaced with brunette hair, limbs now muscular arms and legs. There was no longer a wolf before you, a tall handsome stranger standing in its place. It was just you and him in the alleyway; the other three wolves who had protected you had trailed after your attackers to ensure they left the territory.

“Are you okay?”

“Who-who are you” You whispered, trembling in the corner as Bucky approached you, his teeth no longer sharp, eyes now a soft shade of blue. He carefully stepped towards you, kneeling on the ground to help you sit up, his touch gentle. “Please don’t hurt me-”

“I won’t hurt you” He smiled softly, resting his hand on top of yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. Your mind was still reeling over what you had just seen, your head feeling dizzy from the deep cuts that ran along your arm. The skirt of your dress had ripped, nicks covering your knees from where you fell.

“But-you-” You stumbled over your words, your heart still rapidly beating out of your chest, “You were just-”

“Fluffy and walking on four legs?” He gave you a playful smirk, his smile dropping when he noticed your eyelids grow heavy, your body exhausted. “You’re really hurt”

“M’okay” You rasped but you knew you were far from it. The area where you were scratched began to burn and you didn’t understand why. You let out a whimper of pain, clutching onto him as the pain worsened. Bucky’s heart broke, the need to protect you and take care of you overbearing all his other senses. He tucked you against his body, not thinking twice about his decision to bring you back with him.

“Come with me doll, we’ll take care of you” His voice was soft, soothing, like a warm blanket covering you. You gave him a faint nod, melting into his hold as he lifted you into his arms with ease. Something about him brought you a sense of calm you had never felt before.

It was the same feeling you felt when you stepped into your home after a long day. The feeling of slipping into a warm bath. The feeling of fresh sheets and a cool pillow. The first sip of hot chocolate on a cold day. Soul soothing.

You slipped in and out of consciousness, as he carried you through towards the forest that surrounded the area, his scent of pine and something distinctly him bringing you comfort. The soft crunch of twigs crunched beneath his footsteps as he walked down the trail towards a clearing.

Tall beautiful log cabins surrounded the camp, the area completely hidden from the outside world. Bucky managed to open the door to his cabin while still holding you close, setting you down carefully on the couch before frantically calling Wanda. By the time Wanda was knocking on his door, you were completely unconscious, bruises starting to form on your skin, your breathing slowed.

“She was attacked” Bucky stayed by your side while Wanda looked you over, running her hands carefully over your injures.

“Vampires?” She asked Bucky, flecks of red flashing across her eyes when Bucky nodded. “What are they doing here”

“They’ve been watching her” Bucky swallowed thickly, the sense of dread returning when he thought about what could have happened if he hadn’t found you in time. “They were going to feed...”

“Leave it to them to prey on the most vulnerable” Wanda shook her head in disgust, scanning the shelves for all the medicines she’d made. She grabbed a small vial, squeezing a few droplets out onto your skin, wrapping the scratches with a soft cloth. “She’ll be okay, just needs to rest. They didn’t bite her so she won’t be affected in anyway. Just keep an eye on her throughout the night in case she’s in any pain”

Bucky nodded, thanking Wanda as she left. You stirred, the oil on your arm starting to sting making you groan in pain.

“Doll, are you alright? What hurts” Bucky was at your side in an instant, eyes clouded with worry. You clutched onto your arm, curling into a ball, biting your lip waiting for the pain to cease.

“Just stings, that’s all” You tried to bear the sting, letting out a strained groaned as the pain radiated more. It seemed to come in waves, pulsing through your body. Bucky crouched beside you so he was at eye level with you, his hand gently skimming over your covered scratches. You relaxed for a moment at his touch, your eyes meeting his pretty blue ones.

“It’s the healing oil. It stings more because...” Bucky bit his lip, pausing and choosing his words carefully, “Well, the medicines were made for-for our kind?” He gave you a lopsided smile, “It’s very potent”

“Your kind?” You cocked your head, urging him to continue though there was only so much left to explain after you’d literally seen him shift from wolf to human.

“Werewolf” He grinned; you could hardly believe moments ago his perfect teeth were razor sharp.

“Werewolf?” You repeated, still struggling to take in everything that had happened in the past few hours. You’d always felt an intense unexplainable energy in the air since you’d moved to the area but you were not expecting werewolves. Or vampires for that matter. Bucky chuckled at your wide eyes, helping you sit up.

“Not Jacob from Twilight werewolf” He playfully rolled his eyes while you giggled, “A real werewolf sweetheart”

“Ah, of course, so more Mason from Wizards of Waverly place” You giggled, half expecting yourself to wake up from whatever strange dream this was. “tell me more”

“Hmm” Bucky thought, not knowing where to start, a part of him worried you’d be scared off, though you didn’t seem to be uncomfortable around him. “We’ve lived here for generations, the territory is ours. We don’t typically reveal ourselves to the outside world. We don’t have to wait for a full moon to change, we can do it any time. We shift according to our places in the pack”

“And what's your place in the pack”

“Leader” He smiled softly, proud of his pack, the family he loved more than himself.

“Thank you by the way”, your fingers skimming over a few scratches that were on his hands, previously large paws when he had fought off Walker, “For saving me...” You realized you didn’t know his name.

“Call me Bucky, doll”

Bucky insisted you sleep in his room though you refused, not wanting to impose. He laid out his softest and warmest blankets and coziest pillows, creating a safe space for you to sleep in. You gasped, looking at the way he’d set everything up, it almost resembled a nest of blankets and pillows. He wanted you to be as comfortable as possible, giving you some of his clean clothes to sleep in after you showered. You fell asleep instantly, his soft scent all over the bed lulling you into a peaceful slumber as soon as your head touched the pillow.

Bucky made his way back outside to check on Steve, Sam and Peter, rolling his eyes when he saw they were perfectly fine, the three nursing beers while sitting on the stairs of his cabin.

“What the hell are you-”

“So this is who you’ve been keeping an eye on” Sam smirked, nudging Bucky’s shoulder while Steve and Peter shared shit eating grins.

“Shut up Sam”

“See? He didn’t deny it!”

“So what, you’ve been watching me?” Bucky cocked and eyebrow while Sam scoffed.

“Please. You’re always looking out the window like a love sick puppy”

Bucky was able to control many things with his body but he couldn’t for the life of him control the blush that spread across his cheeks.

“I didn’t know alpha’s could blush” Steve cackled while the rest joined, each poking fun at the way his cheeks reddened more.

“I’m going to sleep, or so help me God-” He shook his head, going back inside and laying on the couch. He couldn’t help the butterflies that fluttered around his tummy, the sweet sunshine he loved to see everyday was there.

In his home.

In his bed.

In his clothes.

...

Calm down Bucky.

He made sure to periodically check on you like clock work, not getting a wink of rest through the night, not when you had been hurt. He loved the way you looked, curled up in his bed, sleeping soundly. A flash of anger pulsed through him when his eyes fell on your bandages. Those that hurt you. It’d be a problem for another day but he’d fine a permanent solution to that problem very soon.

*****

You blinked awake, the delicious scent or fresh berries and pancakes wafting through the air. You felt warmth creep up your cheeks when you found another fresh set of clothes placed by the bed along with a brand new tooth brush and a towel. You mentally scolded yourself for the way your heart tried to skip at his acts of kindness, but you couldn’t help it.

There was something about him.

You quickly got changed, padding down to the table where stacks of pancakes were piled high along with cut up berries. Bucky grinned when he saw you, his heart fluttering again at the way his Henley hung loosely on you.

“Good morning doll, how you feeling”

“Better, again thanks to you” You felt giddy over his handsome smile and yet a sense of calm whenever you were near him. You couldn’t understand why you felt so comfortable around his presence. He was a stranger to you yet you felt like you’d found your place. You’d known him for less than 24 hours but there was a connection. Around him, you felt protected. Cared for. Perhaps it was the fact that he was the leader, so naturally he had a very protective nature. That had to be it, it’s not like you were special to him.

You repeatedly had to remind yourself to stop gazing at him because there was another issue. It’s not like you were blind. Bucky was gorgeous. You loved his scruffy beard and dark hair, what you wouldn’t give to run your fingers through his soft-

What-

You blinked, clearing the rogue thoughts that tried to probe your mind, distracting yourself with breakfast instead.

“I didn’t know werewolves liked pancakes” You teased, ignoring the way your skin heated up, popping a berry into your mouth.

“I like to eat lots of things, doll” Bucky smirked at the way you moaned, licking off a droplet of the berry juice that stained your lips. Your pretty lips. Soft. Supple. Kissable. Would look even prettier wrapped around his co-

He shook his head, hoping to get his mind out of the gutter, why was he like this. A knock on the door made you jump while Bucky rolled his eyes, grabbing a few more plates before making his way to the door.

“For fucks sake, even on a Saturday” Bucky mumbled to himself, knowing damn well the three idiots he called friends would have smelled him making breakfast from 3 cities away, let alone a few cabins down. You heard the voices of a few men, two large men about the size of Bucky entered the kitchen along with another who looked much younger.

“Y/n, this is Steve, Sam and Peter”

You instantly recognized the three as the very same ones who had came with Bucky the day you were attacked. All three of them were as sweet to you as Bucky but you couldn't help but find Peter the most adorable, who managed to eat the most out of everyone. They happily raided the kitchen, passing each other glances you couldn't pinpoint, each look making Bucky more flustered.

“You protected me” You smiled at Peter, who blushed, stuffing another pancake into his mouth while Sam shook his head in disgust.

“It was nothing, we’re just happy you’re safe” Peter preened at your praise, finishing the last of what was on the table.

“Barnes, Peter ate everything again”

“For fucks sake-”

Bucky didn’t let you lift a finger the entire morning, serving you everything you wanted and clearing the table away. In fact, he didn’t let you do anything that day. Or the next. Or the day after that. A week. Two weeks. He wanted to make sure you were completely okay before letting you leave. He was there to take care of anything you needed, cleaning and applying the oil to your cuts, redressing the bandages. Getting you fresh clothes. Fluffing out your bed so it’d be warm and cozy. While you adored the warmth of his bed, you couldn’t help but wish he’d just stay with you instead. He’d introduced you to the rest of his pack, everyone happy to have you around when they saw the way his cheeks would tint pink when you sat beside him.

You’d both spent countless hours each night, talking by the fire place or walking in the moonlight. Each night, he’d make sure you were comfortably tucked in before crashing on the couch, occasionally morphing into his wolf form and curling up by the door just to be extra safe.

Bucky wasn’t sure why he was so drawn to you. What started as admiring you from afar was now making his heart beat faster. Skin warmer. He knew the feeling was far more intense than just friendship. He felt a bond. Something that pulled him to want you by his side forever.

For you to be his mate.

It was rare for werewolves to find a mate that wasn't a werewolf like himself but here was. In love with you. He never felt a pull like this towards someone else. Everything he felt was 10 times stronger than before, growing more and more with each day he spent with you.

*****

“I know it’s been a few days but...maybe you should stay a little longer?” Bucky knew there was truthfully no reason for you to stay any longer; the wounds had completely healed and you were perfectly fine.

Still...

"Are you sure?" You bit your lip, wanting nothing more than to curl up in his arms for the night as he stood by the bedside, handing you one of his sweaters.

"Of course, I-I don't want anything to happen to you, so just to be safe" He smiled softly, itching to just crawl into bed with you and snuggle.

“Bucky, you-you don’t have to sleep on the couch” You sat up just as he was about to leave, your heart beating a little faster when he stopped and turned around. "You can sleep here"

“Are you sure?”

You nodded, moving over slightly and lifting the covers up so he could lay beside you. At the start of the night Bucky was as still as a statue, worried you'd find it odd if he got too close, making sure there was distance between you both before he closed his eyes.

Of course, even in his sleep he sought you. You sighed contently at the feeling of his arm wrapping around you waist, pulling you close to his chest, his face burying into your neck, a happy low rumble emitting from his chest at the way you felt in his arms. He nuzzled his face into your skin, keeping you flush against him the entire night, hoping the sun would ride just a little bit later.

Every night, your cuddles became a little more intimate. You'd start off at opposite ends of the bed, only to find yourself tangled in each other each morning. Hands would wander a little more each time with gentle touches and a few extra kisses.

****

"Just come cuddle" You giggled as he scooted over, giving up on trying to sleep at the other side of the bed. Bucky smiled, pulling you to lay on his chest, his hand slipping past your shirt, gently stroking your spine. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, loving the way your skin felt on his lips. He didn't want to stop, continuing to trail kisses down your face, holding you a little tighter, the need to have you completely growing stronger. His eyes locked with yours, nervously leaning down, smiling against your lips as you closed the gap between you both.

His hands carded through your hair, deepening the kiss, his tongue tracing your lips, slipping into your parted mouth. He couldn't help himself, rolling you both over so you were pinned under him, dominating the kiss till you both needed air. Your eyes grew wide feeling his length pressing against your tummy, hips rutting slightly, fighting himself from stuffing you full of him.

"Buckyy" You panted from under him, gripping onto his arms, spreading your legs further for him. The needy whine that fell from your lips made him growl, he could smell how aroused you were, his cock painfully hard in his sweats. "Need you"

“I-I don’t want to hurt you” He whispered, his mind conflicted over wanting you so badly but also worried his hurt you with his strength. He nearly whimpered feeling the warmth of your core pressed against him, your thighs squeezing the sides of his waist.

“You won’t hurt me Bucky” Your eyes were pleading with him, needing this just as much as he did, he only had so much self restraint.

“Let me taste you?” He crawled down, his fingers skimming around the waist band of the boxers he had given you to wear, pulling them down as you nodded. He threw his own shirt off before settling between your legs, spreading your pussy apart, his hunger for you growing at the way you glistened under the dimly lit room. "You smell so sweet, angel"

You felt shy under his intense gaze as he looked up at you while kissing the soft flesh of your thighs. Bucky nearly growled as soon as his tongue flicked across your clit, feeling the way it throbbed each time he licked you. His lips sealed around your sensitive nub, alternating between lapping up your arousal and toying with your clit, suckling and kissing you, moaning when he felt your hands tug at his hair.

"Grind on my face sweets" Bucky threw your legs over his shoulders, urging you to push his face down deeper, the greedy side of him wanting to suffocate between you legs. You squeaked when he guided your hand to pull at his roots, a feral look flashing in his eyes when you hesitantly pulled a little harder, his eyes rolling back.

"Just like that baby, I'll use my tongue all over this pretty pussy, just show me how" He groaned as you pushed his head down, your back bowing off the bed feeling his tongue slip inside you, drinking every drop you gave him.

"Bucky, need you-" Your body felt hot, pussy clenching and throbbing, aching for him to fill you. He kissed up your body, throwing the rest of your clothes off before lining himself up with your entrance, his breath fanning over your face.

"Sweetheart, I don't know if I'll be able to control myself" He stroked your forehead, his cock leaking against your pussy. "It's more than just- I can't explain it-

You smashed your lips against his, squeezing your legs around his waist tighter, cutting off his nervous rambling. "Please, I want you, want to feel you Bucky, all over you"

"M'right here angel, you have me" He let out a shuddered breath as he started to press into you, moaning against your neck once he was fully sheathed inside you. He moved slowly, rocking his hips while his nose tracing against the column of your neck, his hands moving to fist the sheets. He could feel them tear under his grip, your tight pussy and sweet scent awakening something primal.

“Doll...” He groaned in your ear, his cock swelling more with each thrust, “Baby, I-

He let out a desperate growl, his hands balled into fists, his corded back muscles tensed, holding back from pounding you into the mattress. You could feel his cock grow harder, stretching you more, the swollen tip rubbing against your sweet spot making you gush around him.

“What is it” You whispered, your thumb caressing his scruffy cheek, your soft touch only making it more difficult for him to hold back.

“Fuck baby” It almost hurt him, desperately wanting you to be all his, his tongue licking and nipping your neck, biting his lip to keep from sinking his teeth in. “Want you to be mine”

“I'm yours Bucky” You carded your fingers through his hair, grazing his scalp, making him growl, the soft color of his eyes now an intense sapphire blue and glowing. Bucky gently nipped your neck, holding back how badly he wanted to claim you, mark you, the smooth canines of his teeth growing sharper the more you moaned for him.

"Y-you don't understand sweets, I want-I want you forever"

"You have me Bucky" You clenching around him, your moans broken as the band in your belly tightned more. Bucky grinded his hips down, desperate to be as deep inside you as possibly, the coiled hair at the base of his cock rubbing your clit, warmth spreading through your body. "I'm-I'm gonna-

"Cum for me angel, I need it, need it baby, cum for me please" He moaned with you, his hand flying to the headboard, the wood splintering and cracking under his grip. He started to chase his own high, speeding his thrust's up, his balls slapping your ass grunts growing deeper.

"M'gonna cum baby" He could hard speak, too consumed and overwhelmed by the way he felt inside you, his cock swelling and throbbing, spurts of precum already soaking your pussy.

"Cum Bucky!"

"You're mine" He panted, his forehead resting on yours, "Say it sweets, say you'll always be mine?"

"M'yours" You nodded, kissing his nose, your hands cupping his face, "All yours Bucky, make me yours"

"Oh FUCKK" Bucky moaned against your neck, his teeth grazing your soft skin, biting just enough to to mark you without hurting you, gently licking the area after while he continued to moan and whine, his orgasm unending. "All mine"

You both laid tangled in the sheets, going for a few more rounds until the sun came up. You shivered at the feeling of his hands trace over your skin, your whole body sensitive from how many times he had you cum all over his cock. His hands. His face. There was a feeling of security surrounding you as you laid on his chest, the faint mark on your neck tingling.

“Will you be my mate?” Bucky whispered shyly, blushing more at your giggle while you sat up slightly, your nose bumping against his.

"Even if I'm not a werewolf? " You teased while Bucky playfully rolled his eyes, nipping you again.

“Of course, how else will I protect you bunny” He let out a growl, cocking his eyebrow while you squealed, finding yourself flipped under him again. "You'll stay with me sweetheart?"

"Even if I can't change into a giant a fluffy puppy like you under a full moon?"

"Yes"

"Even if I can't hear Sam sneaking into the house for breakfast from 3 houses down"

"We'll work on that"

"Do I always have to rub your belly and feed you my peanut butter treats when you turn into a pouty little werewolf, pretending to be a big scary leader to everyone else"

"Yes and now that you know that secret, you have to stay" Bucky grinned, his hopeful eyes shining brighter when you cupping his face, kissing him deeply.

"I already told you, I'm all yours"

****

Imagine the utter joy the rest of the pack get from how soft Bucky is for you. They're so used to seeing him unmoving and broody but now theres flowers around his cabin and the blush is just part of his face now. Steve and Sam help move some of your things over to Bucky's, more than happy to have you around because now there's even more food for them to eat.

Nothing turns you on more than when he goes into protective mode. His eyes glow. His muscles tense. The growl that rumbles from deep in his chest makes your thighs squeeze together. He keeps you by his side, always touching you, his hands lingering on your waist, toying with your hair or playing with your fingers.

It's not often he fully transforms but when he does, its because someone got too close to you.

You can't help but giggle when you see him transform into his werewolf form because he's beautiful and scary, teeth barred out, claws flexed out, but only you know how adorably cuddly he is when he's just alone with you. He nudges his head against your hand, whining for you to give him attention, he's three times your size but his tail swishes about like a playfully puppy.

Theres no doubt you're the best thing thats ever happened to him.

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watched the lost boys recently and all i could think abt was 80s goth vampire dabi

if we're talking 80s goth vampire dabi, this song just sets the vibe for me. creature au isn’t a big strong suit of mine but this was fun!

♪ i think i want you / i think you’re bad ♪

you and your boyfriend are new to the town you've moved into, making a new home after deciding that dealing with your family's toxic dynamics was not worth anymore of your time. you needed a new start, a better home, and a different life. a cute two bedroom house is all yours, a little garden in the back along with a pristine picket fence that you adore.

the neighbors are quite nice but give you and your boyfriend a jarring piece of advice: stay away from dabi and do not invite him into your house under any circumstances.

upon asking who dabi is, your neighbors hush up and tell you that it's best to not ask any questions. just listen and obey it if you want to live peacefully, it's best since you're the new folks in town. to you, it feels like the people are probably bullying whoever this dabi person is if they can't provide a valid reason why he's not to be interacted with.

five weeks since you've settled into your new home, you walk at night to the video store to rent a few tapes to watch for the weekend. you debate between some french film and a clint eastwood movie, wondering if maybe a foreign film would be a nice change of pace or if maybe sticking to a famed movie star would be a guarantee for a good movie. someone happens to be in the same aisle as you and just to make small talk, you ask them to pick between the two. the french film is chosen but you also decide that clint eastwood could also be a good back up just in case.

"if my movie night stinks, i'm gonna go around town looking for you to blame." you crack a small joke.

"well if i'm gonna get my ass kicked by you, it'll be easier to find me by name: i'm dabi."

you shake his hand, your touch lingering for just a few seconds longer than you should be doing when you withdraw. his hands are a little cold but then again, so are yours since the night is fairly chilly. so the infamous dabi is right there with you, and he’s not quite what you thought he would look like. he dresses the part of a punk, his heavy boots and the dark jacket he wears a little bit of a cliché and he’s got dyed black tips that contrast against the white of his hair, but the charming smile he’s sent your way is a foil to the stereotype you had in your head. he’s pretty even, you can’t help but be drawn to his eyes that are a lovely shade of blue. it’s almost hypnotizing how gorgeous he is—

“gonna make me shy sweetheart if you keep on staring like that.”

jolted awake, you sputter out an apology. dabi is gracious enough to wave off the moment, reaching a hand out to gently pinch your cheek. his fingers are cold along your skin, a tingle running up your spine and a nervous laugh leaves your mouth. butterflies flutter in your tummy as you clutch the video tapes to your chest, shifting your weight from one leg to the other. the dingy lights of the video store must make you look unflattering, especially in comparison to the handsome man in front of you.

it's wrong to think but you hope that you look pretty in his eyes.

“hey uh, if you don’t mind me asking… people around town said that you can’t be invited over. why is that? are you, like, a terrible houseguest or something?” you take a chance on uncovering the mystery of your neighbor’s advice. he seems polite enough and you like to believe that you had good judgement as well when it comes to people. dabi didn’t set off any alarm bells in your head.

dabi chuckles, like he’s amused by your question, unsurprised even. “i happen to be a lovely houseguest, the best even. i never enter a house without being invited in.”

“that’s a given, isn’t it?”

“oh doll, it’s the most important rule for me.”

you smile at him, feeling a little excited as he sends a wink your way and turns to leave the store. he says he'll see you around, his boots heavy on the carpeted floor until he's out of the premises. rooted to your spot, it takes you a few seconds to collect yourself. how could one conversation make you so flustered? how could one guy make you feel so giddy?

deciding it was just nerves, you chalk it up to being surprised of meeting this infamous dabi.

walking out into the brisk night, you make your way home with the rented video tapes. since the move, you’ve already taken a few walks at night on your in your own neighborhood. it was safe since the other residents were just families with little kids. there wasn’t any danger you had felt before when you walked past the houses with the neatly maintained lawns. it’s not necessarily danger you feel as you walk home, but something makes you feel as if you should look over your shoulder.

no one around, not a car moved out of place or even any of the tree branches rustling.

completely still, and yet you feel the need to hurry home.

dinner is eaten first along with washing the dishes, the movie night can begin then. you wash at the sink and your boyfriend does the drying. “i met dabi, the one the neighbors told us to never invite over. he was at the video store,” you tell him as you run a glass cup under the warm water from the faucet, “he actually helped in choosing our movies tonight.”

"oh? how kind. was he scary like the neighbors insinuate he is?"

you go over your impression of dabi in the video store, speaking on his demeanor and how he seemed polite enough. nothing from the brief interaction with him really warranted for you to be on alert. if anything, it made you curious. the last dish is washed clean by you and it's held out for your boyfriend to take, but you're left hanging onto it for a few seconds longer than it should take.

when you look over to your boyfriend, he's got this strange look on his face that has you confused on why he's giving you a look. "what is it?"

"nothing, just... why were you talking about dabi like that?"

like what? there wasn't anything you were saying that was special about the encounter itself. it was brief and polite, save for the little flirty actions that you chose to omit so that your boyfriend didn't get the wrong idea of what the meeting was like.

"sorry it's just... you seemed really dazzled by him. almost like you're hypnotized."

had you actually gushed about him that much? embarrassed doesn't even begin to describe how you feel. you sputter an apology to your boyfriend, reassuring him that meeting dabi was really nothing of note and that there was nothing to worry about. there had never been any instances of jealousy between the two of you during the relationship so it was a first for you to give reassurance that another man hadn't swept you off your feet.

an uneasy smile is given to you, like he's trying to be okay with it and you feel guilty. you hadn't really spoken like you were gushing over dabi, right? you could have sworn you were being very normal about him.

it sits on your mind as you curl up on the couch, your boyfriend's warm fingers idly massaging the back of your neck as clint eastwood stars as "the man with no name" and delivers his lines smoothly, "shoot to kill, you better hit the heart. aim for the heart or you'll never stop me."

the movie hardly gets your attention, still feeling your mind drift off to dabi. his fingers were cold against your cheek when he had playfully pinched your earlier at the video store. normally the little neck massage that your boyfriend gives you is a comfort, so it's another first when you politely tell him that he can stop. like all of a sudden his touch is making you uncomfortably warm.

"did i do something wrong?"

"no, no, you didn't. i swear it, i'm just..." you search your mind for an excuse to give, "fussy today i guess."

you can't shake off the bit of guilt in your stomach even as you lay in bed later that evening. an extra apology was given to soothe your own conscience and it was accepted before being given a good night kiss. turning over to lay on your side, you hope that you'll feel better tomorrow. but you don't have an easy sleep either, waking up only just two hours after putting yourself to bed.

careful to leave the bed so that you don't wake your boyfriend, you quietly press your feet onto the floor and leave the warm blankets. the curtains are drawn over the windows, the sheer fabric of it not really keeping out the moonlight that's pouring in. the curtain is pulled aside slightly so that you can peer through the window and glance into the street. street lights illuminate the sidewalks of the neighborhood, the artificial glow a comfort in a way to you as you gaze out the window.

you blink and dabi appears under the light.

he gazes at you first before giving you a little wave, which you reluctantly returned.

next thing you know, you're opening the front door and stepping out into the night to join him. you sense no danger or harm as you approach dabi, the usual cautiousness that you practice completely absent in the moment. in fact, you don't even register that you're meeting him in the street in your little nightie. the only thought you had cross your mind was to meet him where he was. there may be a chill in the air but it doesn't deter you from standing a respectable distance away from him.

"it's late, shouldn't you be in bed?" you ask dabi, the gravel of the street digging into your feet since you hadn't bothered to even put on house slippers when you left your bed.

in fact, you don't even question how he knows where you live.

"could say the same to you. don't want a pretty doll like you to feel all fatigued in the morning. just go back to sleep, okay?" dabi gestures back to your home with the front door left wide open.

the glow of the porch light looks inviting, the warmth of your home does call to you. but you would be remiss to not offer dabi to come in, that it would be rude to leave him behind in this chilly night and perhaps offer him some tea. "do you want to-"

dabi holds up his hand to interrupt you, "not yet, but believe me, i really do."

"so why not?" there's something in you that's making you antsy, that's making you eager to pull dabi into your home. you can't explain it, only that his presence in your house would fulfill this weird void that you didn't even know that you had.

he chuckles at you, making you feel like you're missing out on something that you should be aware of. "well for one thing, i didn't even bring you a housewarming gift. plus, i'd like to meet the man of the house."

"do you want me to wake him too?" you offer, once again not thinking of the unusual nature of this meeting.

dabi sucks air between his teeth, gazing at you once more as he steps towards you. just like at the video store, he pinches your cheek playfully. blue eyes peer at you and then he moves his hand to gently pet your hair. "god, you are the easiest little target i've had the pleasure of meeting. you're making this too easy, you know?" he tells you with what sounds like is supposed to be disappointment but instead feels like amused disbelief.

making what too easy?

"you were so quick to fall for me, i've never worked this fast before."

suddenly the edges of your vision begin to blur and your mind feels fuzzy. your legs weaken and dabi catches you as you fall towards him, his body cold against yours but his hand comfortingly massaging the back of your neck. goosebumps rise along your skin but you bury your nose into his chest, smelling the rich leather of his jacket and letting out a dreamy sigh. "dabi?" you call out softly, your eyes fluttering as you try to clutch onto him, "what's going on?"

he presses you tightly against him, leaning down to breathe deeply along where your neck and shoulder meet. the strap to your nightie falls off your shoulder and you don't know how that invites him even more to keep you longer with him.

"go back to sleep, doll. i'm sure you're all tuckered out from your movie night."

movie? oh yeah, he made the choices for you in the video store...

"shame that you looked so bored though, i wanted to go in there and rescue you."

you wake to sunlight pouring in the bedroom, taking a few seconds to orient yourself to your own space. the blankets feel cozy like they usually do and the light coming through curtains is pretty, just like you knew they would be. still, you can’t help but feel a little strange after the dream you had last night.

did you really go out to meet dabi last night? the dream felt very real but there’s no way you’d do something so silly like that. he’s a stranger, someone you’d only met for a few short seconds and didn’t exchange any personal info with. so there’s no reason for you to have had a dream about him. maybe you were just enthralled from meeting someone new and that’s why.

yeah, that should be it.

after all, you were restless the first two weeks moving into town and had dreams about the neighbors delivering bug casseroles or throwing flaming newspapers through the windows.

the bed is made up, the pillows fluffed, and you neatly tuck the blankets exactly how you like them. glancing at the window, you approach to pull aside the curtain. the crisp night air from last night comes to mind as well as dabi standing right underneath the street light. the gravel underneath your feet, the smell of his leather jacket, and his fingers pinching your cheek last night…

wow, you really must have had a really vivid dream. usually most of them you forget within a few minutes of waking up.

your stomach rumbles and you hope that your boyfriend has started making breakfast. but as you reach the corner of the hallway, you hear him speaking to someone at the front door. you hide around the corner and do your best to listen in.

“he walked her to the gate of your home, i swear it! i was almost scared that she had invited him in!” it sounds like the elderly lady that lives with her eldest son who is a widower, she was a kind little thing that gave you a basket of oranges, “we told you! stay away from him! he’s evil!”

so you had walked out last night? it wasn’t just a dream?

“ma’am, i’m sure you thought you saw (name) but i would know if my own girlfriend left our bed in the middle of the night. i happen to be a very light sleeper.” your boyfriend speaks lightly and seems as if he’s trying to find an out to the conversation, “and for your information, she did meet dabi and she said that he was quite kind to her.”

the reveal of this information sends the elderly woman into some type of tizzy, “no, no! she should have stayed away like you were warned to! dabi could have already put his spell on her. if he chose her then she’ll speak like she’s in love with him already! and she’ll talk of dreams with him!”

at the sign of her agitation, your boyfriend decides to shut the door on her coupled with an attempt to politely disengage. her shouts are still heard through the wood and even from where you stand hidden.

“you need to protect her! dabi took away my daughter-in-law! don’t let her out of your sigh—especially at night!”

your boyfriend heaves a heavy sigh, “christ, this lady… get her some meds!”

his footsteps start to march towards the kitchen but you retreat back into the hallway so that you’re out of sight when he passes by. the familiar sounds of pots and pans clang against one another but now you have no appetite to eat. instead you go back to the bedroom to stand in the spot at the window.

standing behind the sheer curtain, you’re able to make out your elderly neighbor walk past the gate. her widowed son is meeting her and offering his arm for assistance, but she points a hand to the house. when the son does look to the house, you pull back the curtain and attempt to give a friendly wave.

it’s met with a grim look instead, leaving you awkwardly lowering your hand. the elderly woman and her son make their way back to their house, and you stand in your spot for just a little longer. you can still visualize dabi standing under the street lamp.

“you're making this too easy, you know?"

making what too easy? what did dabi mean by that? why are you even questioning words from a dream anyway?

chalking it up to just a strange morning, you decide that it’s best to freshen up before presenting yourself to your boyfriend for breakfast. in the bathroom, you cup your palms under the running water and then splash it on your face. you repeat a few more times until you feel clean, reaching for the nearby face towel to dry you off.

“doll… i wanna see you.”

you freeze for a few seconds, dabi’s voice so clear and crisp in your mind it was as if he were with you right now.

“… dabi?” you speak quietly but you’re unsure why you’re even calling for him in the first place.

you sit at the breakfast nook, looking over the newspaper s you stir your spoon around in the coffee mug aimlessly. the pan is sizzling loudly as it cooks eggs and bacon on the oiled surface.

“so hon… any dreams last night?” your boyfriend makes conversation, which you’re quick to say that you didn’t remember which was a common answer from you. and you didn’t want to worry him if you talked of dreaming about dabi; you still felt bad from the conversation last night.

“wanna see you… come see me at the beach tonight.”

“hey, you’re not going anywhere tonight are you?” you ask and your boyfriend tells you that he’s not. “could i take the truck out tonight and drive by the beach? i’ve always wanted to sit on the sand and watch the waves when it’s nighttime.”

he says it’s fine but to not be out too long, and to bring a beach blanket too. he trusts that you’ll be fine on your own because you’d never given him any reason too. giddiness rises up in your chest, bringing a smile onto your face as breakfast is set in front of you.

“i’m so excited for the beach tonight! i can’t wait!”

dabi’s voice croons in your head, “good girl.”

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Who Are You? Chapter 5 || F!Reader x Wanda Maximoff

Y/N is in love with Wanda... But Wanda is in love with Spider Noir. The thing is, Y/N and Spider Noir are the same person - But Wanda doesn't know that. Y/N has a secret identity to uphold. (Everyone lives AU - Set after DS:MoM)

F!Spider!Avenger!Reader x Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch

Chapters: 1 2 3 4

Words: 1.9k

Warnings/Tags: Fluff, Angst, Chaotic Archer and Chaotic Assassin, Y/N freaking out-

"I've known you for less than a day and you already know who I am." You held your head in your hands as you leaned back in your chair within your office, a familiar face followed you into the room and closed the door behind them.

You had been in the medbay overnight as the doctors kept an eye on your vitals. Once the intruder had entered and announced that they knew who you were, you promptly passed out - most likely due to your injuries which were still healing, but also due to the fact that your heart was beating at a million miles per minute.

As the sun rose, you were allowed to leave. Your vitals had stabilised due to your much fast healing abilities. You had headed towards your office and tapped the button on your wrist in the process, effectively removing the suit.

Someone other than Wanda had figured out who you were... This couldn't possibly get any worse, right?

"It wasn't too hard to figure it out."

"Wanda is going to kill me. If you find my body, you know who did it," you groaned, banging your head on the table. You sat up and looked towards the girl, "How did you even find out?"

"When you're an archer you tend to focus more. It was pretty easy, to be honest."

Kate. Bishop.

The one person you had barely interacted with at all within the Avengers.

"Seriously?" you asked.

A moment passed before she shook her head, "No. Yelena told me. She said you were stupid for drinking water so carelessly."

"Yelena knows too?!" you scoffed, panic rose within you, "This just keeps on getting worse. Why would she even tell you this?!"

"We kind of tell each other everything. We agreed on no secrets between us, it makes things easier."

"I'm guessing Natasha knows, too," your heart was beating fast. Wanda was supposed to be first. Not second, or third, or fourth.

Kate shook her head, "I don't think so? She didn't say anything about telling her. And I sure as hell haven't told Clint."

"This is a disaster," you muttered, head in your hands.

"Maybe you shouldn't be so reckless..."

"Coming from you, that's an insult," you rolled your eyes, "You haven't exactly got a good track record from what I can tell." The anger, panic and hurt within you was sending you into a spiral.

"Ouch," Kate cleared her throat. You let out a loud groan, frustration seething throughout you. "Hey, hey, hey, if it makes you feel any better, I promise not to tell anyone. Hand on my heart," she assured, placing her hand on her chest.

"What about Yelena!?"

She nodded, "I will make sure she doesn't either."

"B-But what if Wanda reads your mind? Or Yelena's? She'll find out who I am one way or another!"

Kate tried to dismiss the thought of how creepy it was that Wanda could just invade anyone's mind, "We won't give her a reason to. We'll just go about our day as normal..." she paused before leaning on the desk, "Also... You seem pretty set on not letting Wanda find out. Why is that?"

You had a glare on your face before you quickly turned away from Kate, "No reason," you muttered.

Kate leaned her head in closer, raising an eyebrow before a smile made its way onto her face, "I know that look all too well. I've experienced that look myself."

"What are you talking about, Bishop?" you groaned, returning to gaze back towards her.

She laughed, "The 'I'm so in love but I'm too dumb to do anything about it' look."

"Has anyone ever told you how annoying you are?" you grumbled before turning on your computer. You needed literally anything to distract you right now.

"Yep," she said, a smile still on her face. She then stood up, "But you didn't deny it."

"Go away," you waved towards the door.

Kate hummed before making her way towards the door, "You know I'm right," she shrugged, "I'll catch you later anyways."

As she opened the door, you groaned before calling her, "Kate?" she turned to look at you, you finally managed to crack a smile, "Thanks. For not telling anyone."

With a nod, Kate smiled wider, "No problem, Y/N." She left, softly closing the door behind her.

Your smile quickly dropped as you heard her footsteps grow distant. Your heart was still beating way too fast. You couldn't believe that you had betrayed Wanda like this.

"Y/N?!" a voice coming from the doorway caused you to jump, "Have you seen Noir around? She's supposed to be here today and I wanted to check up on her. The doctors told me she left the medbay earlier this morning."

Shit. You forgot that you were supposed to be around the compound as Noir today, you had promised Peter you would spar with him later on in the day too. Something about him wanting to prove that he was indeed the best spider around.

"Errr... Nope. No I haven't," you coughed awkwardly before turning your attention back towards the monitors on your desk, "Sorry, W-Wanda. I will let you know if I see her, okay?"

Wanda sighed, you could hear the sadness in her voice, "Yes. Thanks." She made her leave quickly, you did your best not to turn your head and look at her.

You released a breath you hadn't even realised you'd been holding. Your heartbeat had only recently calmed down, but after seeing Wanda again - it quickened at an alarming rate.

You glanced at the clock on the wall, deciding that you had enough time before Tony would come in for the papers. You had exactly two hours before anyone was supposed to check on you. Without thinking, you ran to the door and slammed it close locking it. You headed over to the window, throwing it open, you pressed a button on your wrist in the process.

Peeking out the window to make sure nobody was around, you decided that it was safe and jumped out. You promptly ran around the building, hoping to not get caught, as you made your way towards the front doors of the compound.

A sigh of relief escaped you as you made it, you pushed the doors open and headed inside.

"Hey, Noir!"

You turned your head towards the voice, "Oh, hey, Spidey."

Peter laughed, "Weren't you supposed to be here earlier? Wanda's been looking for you."

With a nod, you replied, "Y-Yeah. After what happened last night, I... thought it would be best if I headed home to clear my head. I'll apologise to Sam and Steve for not being here."

"As long as you're still up for a spar later? It's okay if you're still... you know."

"I'll let you know, Peter," you sighed, "Sorry if I can't."

In truth, you were still experiencing mild aches and pains all over. Taking a grenade blast surprisingly does that to you.

"Hey, no worries! There's always next time," he reassured you, "I think you should go and find Wanda, though. She seemed pretty worried."

"Yeah, I suppose you're right. Thanks, Peter."

Nodding, he waved you off and walked down the hall.

It was now time to find Wanda.

You passed by a number of different Avengers, all greeting you and asking if you are okay. Most of them also mentioned Wanda.

"Y/N L/N!" an excited voice sounded from behind you, "I've been looking for you!"

"Shhh!" you hushed, turning around, "Do you want everyone to find out who I am?!" you whisper-yelled at the blonde.

Yelena grinned, "Oops," she soon nodded, "You're lucky I tolerate Kate Bishop. She has persuaded me not to tell anyone."

"I would be really grateful," you said, turning your head away, "I'm just not ready for anyone to know yet. I'm trying my best not to freak out knowing that you two have found out. I don't even know how you managed to, I was so careful."

"Careful?" Yelena laughed loudly, "I'm a highly trained assassin, Y/- Noir. I notice things. Like you being a fool by drinking with your mask so high up."

"Oh, god, so that means Natasha knows, too!" your eyes were wide behind your mask.

Shrugging, Yelena shook her head, "I'm not so sure about that. She's pretty dense. If she does know, she hasn't showed that she does."

You really hoped that she didn't.

"Noir!" a voice caught your attention from down the hall. You looked to finally see the little witch you had been searching for, "Finally!" she exclaimed, a smile on her face.

Yelena laughed quietly as you approached Wanda, "Hey, I'm so sorry I disappeared and-" Wanda simply pulled you into a hug, releasing a thankful sigh. The rolled her eyes before making her exit.

"I'm just glad you're okay," Wanda tightened her grip, your body flinched at the pain but you shook it off - anything to be kept in Wanda's arms.

"I'm all good because of you-"

"What were you thinking?!" her smile dropped as she pulled back, "You could've gotten yourself killed!"

You shook your head, startled by her sudden outburst, "What was I supposed to do? Just let you take the hit?"

"You could've gotten us both to safety!"

"I couldn't think of anything other than making sure you were safe, Wanda," you tried to your best to explain, "It was a heat of the moment thing. I would do it again."

Of course she couldn't stay mad at you for too long, she went back in for another hug which you gladly accepted, "Noir..." she said with a shaky breath.

"I'm sorry," you held her tighter, "After that time we took care of the civilians in that burning building... I can't bear to see you like that again, Wands. I can't promise you that I won't jump in front of another grenade for you."

"I hate you," she muttered into your shoulder, "But you know I would do the same for you."

"I know you would," and you hated the idea of Wanda throwing herself into danger for you.

As the days went by, you knew you wanted to tell Wanda who you were. But first, it was time to get to know her as Y/N. Not Noir. You had already gotten to know the majority of the other Avengers as your civilian self, Wanda was just the final target for you to conquer.

"This is disgusting."

"Yelena, it's not disgusting!" Kate gasped. Her and Yelena peeked round the corner to watch you and Wanda.

Yelena nodded her head, "Yes. Disgusting. Love is disgusting."

Scoffing, Kate replied, "Is that so?"

"Yes," a smirk played on the blonde's lips.

Kate couldn't help but roll her eyes, however she couldn't stop the smile from appearing on her face as she continued to watch.

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Gimme Shelter: Part Five

70s gangster bucky barnes x fem!reader au. Mature themes, drug use, alcohol, gun, blood, and violence. Synopsis: James "Bucky" Barnes, better known by his fearsome moniker, The Winter Soldier. It's Los Angeles in 1977 and only one man owns the city. Until someone decides to challenge the king for his throne. Masterlist

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If Bucky could see you now, barefoot and shimmying down a drainage pipe on the side of your building. Maybe he’d finally understand your devotion to him, or maybe he’d have you locked up permanently. The dress you were in was too silky to keep traction so you relied on your bare arms and feet to keep you from falling 20 stories. How long would be it be before Logan came to check on you, then discovered the window flung open. Bucky would kill him if anything happened to you and you felt bad for putting him in this position, but you also were not about to be left out again. Especially after he said he was going to keeping you in his sight at all time. Looking back up at the open window you said a silent apology to Logan and continued your journey down. Your foot slipped suddenly and you clung to the pipe for dear life, slowly adjusting yourself to get steady again. Looking down below you, the street was getting closer.

“Only a little further.” You whispered to yourself, in an effort to keep yourself from panicking. Bit by bit you kept climbing down the pipe until you were close enough to the ground to jump without seriously injuring yourself. You landed in the bushes, despite some minor scratches from the branches you were unscathed. Now, to find a way to the abandoned disco. You had to book it on foot or hail a cab and you needed to choose fast because there was no way Logan hadn’t noticed your escape.

“TAXI!” You yelled, running out into the street waving your arms like a mad woman. Sure enough, one stopped and you jumped in.

“To the abandoned disco, please.”

“You sure, babe?” The driver asked.

“Yes.” You stated, looking out the window to see Logan come bursting through the doors of your building.

“And step on it!”

The driver cocked his head and pressed the gas. You watched as Logan’s figure began to disappear and you made a mental note to apologize to him when this was all over.

About thirty minutes later you asked the driver to let you out on the side of the road, you didn’t wanna arrive too close and arouse suspicion. You saw Bucky’s Rolls Royce and your heart leaped. Quietly, and keeping your head low you peeked into one of the windows. A few of the lights were on, and in the middle of the dilapidated dance floor you recognized the back of Bucky’s head. Sam, Steve, Clint were all there too and Natasha! She was standing next to what you assumed had to be Stark, he was flanked by two men on either side. Without Logan here, Bucky was outnumbered.

“Idiot.” You muttered under your breath, he should’ve taken Logan with him instead of putting him on guard duty. You could hear muffled voices but what was being said was unclear, so you decided to move somewhere closer. You moved to the left side of the building and found a hole in the concrete.

“Look, Barnes. I really want to be cordial with you, but I have to say your attempt to kidnap and torture my best man really put a damper on everything.” Stark said.

“You made a move on my girl, you crossed the line first, pal.” Bucky argued back.

“Buying someone a drink is hardly crossing a line, I told you I didn’t want us to be enemies.”

“Admit it, Stark. You were trying to undermine me by going after, Y/N.” Bucky was seething, you could hear it in his voice.

“Barnes, buddy, I did nothing and you spiraled. Maybe its time you retired.” You hated to admit but Stark was right, he made one small move and Bucky lost it. Ending up with Natasha getting kidnapped and now this whole mess.

“You came onto my turf and started sniffing around my clients, and you think I just retaliated for nothin’? I’m protectin’ what’s mine, Stark.” The bite in Bucky’s voice was cutting. As you crouched by the hole, trying your best not to be seen, footsteps slowly approached you. Before you could even squeak, a large hand was over your mouth.

“Hey Boss!”

Bucky turned his attention to the man sauntering into the room, with you held hostage.

“Found this little bird outside eavesdropping.”

Stark turned to look at Bucky who was clenching his fists, looking at you intently. You looked at him then down at the floor, ashamed of becoming the damsel in distress.

“I thought you left your precious thing at home?” Stark lifted an eyebrow. Bucky remained silent, his focus now was your safety. No matter what that took. You struggled against the hold of the man.

“Put her next to the red head, Banner.” The man dragged you over to sit you in a chair next to Natasha, your hands were bound and your mouth gagged. Just like her. All you could do now was watch and hope Bucky could talk his way out, and that you didn’t just royally screw this up.

“Tch, tch, tch.” Stark shook his head. “I really wanted to make this work, Barnes. But, finding your little spy out there, sure puts another damper on my forgiving attitude.”

“Just let her go, let the girls go and let’s settle this.” Bucky stated.

“Settle? Theres nothing to settle, you planned to kidnap Rhodey and now I find your girlfriend spying. I can’t allow that, Barnes.”

“The what do you want? You want me to let you move into my territory? What?”

“For someone they call the Winter Soldier, I sure don’t see what’s so scary about you. All talk, no bite.” Stark sauntered toward Bucky, Steve and the others stiffened.

The doors to the disco burst open, Logan barreled through the doorway turning everyone’s attention to him.

“Man, you really can’t be trusted.” Stark grumbled in Bucky’s ear.

Bucky’s eyed widened, his mouth dropping open. Then the blood started pouring, you screamed but the cloth in your mouth muffled it’s strength. Bucky dropped to his knees as bullets started flying from both sides. You and Natasha rocked in your binds, Natasha pleading for help. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from Bucky, he was still on his knees, slightly bent forward, one hand supporting him up and the other clutching the wound in his abdomen. The blood was pooling around him. Logan was at your side, freeing both you and Natasha. You scrambled for Bucky, ignoring the bullets still flying through the air.

“Y/N!” Logan shouted but you were already at his side.

“Bucky? Bucky? Can you hear me? Oh God.” You rambled, the blood was gushing out of him, the color had completely drained from his face. His eyes hazy as he turned to look at you, with his bloodied hand he reached to caress your face.

“I told you—to—s-stay.” He stammered.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” The tears were mixing with the blood on your face. “I—just. I never meant-“

Bucky groaned in pain and the strength he had keeping him up faltered. He let himself drop to the floor, rolling on his back, you immediately placed pressure on the wound with your hands.

“Y/N we gotta go!” Logan commanded. You ignored him, looking at the man you love.

“It’s ok, babe. Go.” Bucky’s voice was hoarse and it felt like a knife in your heart. You shook your head,

“I’m not leaving you, not like this.” You cried. Bucky’s hand trembled as he lifted it to rest atop your own.

“I’ll be ok, I love you.” He forced a smile, you leaned down and kissed his lips, they felt cold.

“I love you too.” You whispered, you couldn’t make yourself get up. Logan pulled you off Bucky with such strength it took your breath away. Once again you were being carried away from him, watching Steve and Sam lift his limp body. The pool of blood he left behind, the blood staining your dress and your hands and your face. You closed your eyes and let Logan take you away, hoping that when you opened them again it would just be a nightmare.

WEEKS LATER

The funeral was small and no one except those closest to Bucky came. But news of the “Winter Soldiers” death traveled and memorials popped up here and there, from those whom Bucky had been good to. You had moved in with Natasha, not able to bear the penthouse and the ghosts that lingered in it. Bucky had left a considerable amount of money for you, in the event of his death. He made sure you never needed to work again and you chuckled when you saw the cash in a large duffle bag that Steve brought over. The mourning might never end for you but you found something to distract yourself from the endlessness of it.

“You sure about this?” Natasha asked.

“He took Bucky from me. An eye for an eye.” You replied, looking down at the file on Stark’s girl Natasha had dug up. A pretty blonde thing she was, what a shame she’d have to suffer for Stark’s actions.

“Say the word, Lady Winter.”

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We have had a super busy year full of creativity and at the Marvel Rare Pair Bingo the hits keep coming as our participants are delivering a lot of fantastic, fun submissions sure to keep you on your toes and enjoying all the fun places that creativity has taken them to this round! If you'd like to see more, then check it out under the cut! Also, if you're interested in Marvel Rare Pairs or maybe taking place in our bingo or one of the mini-events we have happening, then check us out at https://marvelrarepairbingo.tumblr.com/ or head on over to our discord and see what other Marvel fans are talking about!

Title: Sing, then, wherever you may be Author: 42donotpanic Card #: MRP-038 Square Filled: I5: Dancing Pairing: matt Murdock/Foggy Nelson Rating: Teen Major Tags/Warnings: Drunken Confessions Summary: Matt notices that Foggy has stopped singing around him--Or in general. When Matt asks him about it, things take an unexpected, but very welcome turn. Word Count: 3545 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52416643

Title: Crying under the Christmas Tree Author: 42donotpanic Card #: MRP-038 Square Filled: B5: Heart Trouble Pairing: Matt Murdock & Foggy Nelson Rating: Mature Major Tags/Warnings: drinking, heartbreak, emotional H/C, trauma Summary: Matt is alone on Christmas Eve. Again. Word Count: 2622 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52536322

Title: Last Christmas I gave you my heart Author: Xenomorphic Card #: MRP-086 Square Filled: Adopted: "I got the cat a Santa suit" Pairing: Loki/Stephen Strange Rating: Mature Major Tags/Warnings: None Summary: Loki still gets the cat a Santa Claus suit. Word Count: 3000 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52545799

Title: Show me your world Author: 42donotpanic Card #: MRP-038 Square Filled: G3: Seduction Pairing: Matt Murdock / Charles Xavier Rating: Explicit Major Tags/Warnings: gay sex, fluff and smut Summary: When Charles and Matt seperately entered the bar that night, they weren't expecting to end up in the arms of a former stranger. And they definitely didn't expect it to mean as much as it does now. Word Count: 5474 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52609375

Title: Now I wear my Scars just like Tattoos (Chapter 3) Author: 42donotpanic Card #: MRP-038 Square Filled: O5: Forced to rely on Enemy/Rival Pairing: Clint/Bucky Rating: Mature Major Tags/Warnings: Pain, Trans!Clint, NB!Bucky, Implied/Referenced Suicidality Summary: Bucky's arm causes him chronic pain. As a last resort, Clint thinks Tony can help them. The only problem: Tony hasn't talked to Bucky since Siberia. Word Count: 2306 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49329592/chapters/133717213

Title: Marks on your Skin Author: 42donotpanic Card #: MRP-038 Square Filled: O1: Rough sex Pairing: Foggy Nelson/Erik Lehnsherr Rating: Explicit Major Tags/Warnings: painplay, knifeplay, kink, anal sex Summary: "Foggy wasn’t sure how it had happened. He knew there had to have been a lot of alcohol involved the first time. For both of them. It wasn’t like he didn’t remember that night—their first night together—it was just that it didn’t make a lot of sense. Because why, for all that was good, would Erik Lehnsherr, the strong, tall, and famously unpleasant engineering student, hook up with a guy called Foggy, who was known by all to be soft and fluffy, always helpful and kind? Foggy didn’t know. There was no way he could wrap his brain around it, and, at this point, he was afraid to ask." Word Count: 4336 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52973536

Title: Cupcakes and Kisses - Chapter 3: Glitter Sprinkles Author: rebelmeg Card #: MRP-084 Square Filled: O2: Bring It On Pairing: Bucky/Darcy Rating: Teen Major Tags/Warnings: bakery au, fluff and humor, flirting over baked goods Summary: Darcy starts spending time in Bucky's kitchen, and discovers his sprinkle cabinet. Word Count: 1690 Link: https://www.tumblr.com/rebelmeg/739649084262055936/cupcakes-and-kisses-chapter-1-rebelmeg?source=share

Title: Cupcakes and Kisses - Chapter 4: The Cupcake Hour Author: rebelmeg Card #: MRP-084 Square Filled: N4: Bucky Barnes Pairing: Bucky/Darcy Rating: Teen Major Tags/Warnings: bakery au, fluff and humor, flirting over baked goods, grimy science gremlin Jane Summary: Jane hears all about Darcy's new crush, and then the science bestie meets baker, who has a question for Darcy. Word Count: 1425 Link: https://www.tumblr.com/rebelmeg/739735156612628480/cupcakes-and-kisses-chapter-1-rebelmeg?source=share

Title: Cupcakes and Kisses - Chapter 6: Archery and Mirror Glaze Author: rebelmeg Card #: MRP-084 Square Filled: I1: meet cute Pairing: Bucky/Darcy, Jane & Darcy, Clint & Bucky Rating: Teen Major Tags/Warnings: bakery au, fluff and humor, flirting over baked goods, meeting Clint! Summary: Darcy meets Bucky's best friend, then gets to watch him do more sugar magic. Word Count: 1396 Link: https://www.tumblr.com/rebelmeg/740022112528531456/cupcakes-and-kisses-chapter-1-rebelmeg?source=share

Title: Cupcakes and Kisses - Chapter 7: Thievery and Cookery Author: rebelmeg Card #: MRP-084 Square Filled: I5: Darcy Lewis Pairing: Bucky/Darcy, Jane & Darcy, Jane/Thor Rating: Teen Major Tags/Warnings: bakery au, fluff and humor, flirting over baked goods, Thor is a cereal thief Summary: Thor has committed a grave sin, and Bucky is in charge of fixing Darcy's cranky mood. Word Count: 1264 Link: https://www.tumblr.com/rebelmeg/740158874035912704/cupcakes-and-kisses-chapter-1-rebelmeg?source=share

Title: Cupcakes and Kisses - Chapter 8: Frosting Roses Author: rebelmeg Card #: MRP-084 Square Filled: free space Pairing: Bucky/Darcy, Jane & Darcy, Jane/Thor Rating: Teen Major Tags/Warnings: bakery au, fluff and humor, flirting over baked goods, everyone is just real cute Summary: Jane has a breakthrough and Bucky brandishes a piping bag. Word Count: 1431 Link: https://www.tumblr.com/rebelmeg/740193261833125888/cupcakes-and-kisses-chapter-1-rebelmeg?source=share

Title: Cupcakes and Kisses - Chapter 9: A Compote Murder Author: rebelmeg Card #: MRP-084 Square Filled: G1: “Well this is another fine mess you’ve gotten us into” Pairing: Bucky/Darcy, Bucky & Clint Rating: Teen Major Tags/Warnings: bakery au, fluff and humor, Disaster Clint, flirting over baked goods Summary: Clint wreaks havoc in Bucky's kitchen, and Darcy helps to conquer a very large block of chocolate. Word Count: 1689 Link: https://www.tumblr.com/rebelmeg/740285209867583488/cupcakes-and-kisses-chapter-1-rebelmeg?source=share

Title: Cupcakes and Kisses - Chapter 12: Bucky's Birthday Present Author: rebelmeg Card #: MRP-084 Square Filled: B2: image of Bucky Pairing: Bucky/Darcy, Jane & Darcy, Bucky & Clint, Jane/Thor Rating: Teen Major Tags/Warnings: bakery au, fluff and humor, flirting over baked goods, Bucky's birthday Summary: Darcy tries to think of what to get Bucky for his birthday, Jane is unhelpful, Thor is very helpful, and Clint is her partner in actual crime. Word Count: 2028 Link: https://www.tumblr.com/rebelmeg/740550507239768064/cupcakes-and-kisses-chapter-1-rebelmeg?source=share

Title: The Long-Ass Walk of Shame Author: Blizzard_Fire Card #: MRP-032 Square Filled: G5: "Borrowing" The Significant Other's Clothes Pairing: Hela/Jennifer Walters Rating: Teen Major Tags/Warnings: Morning after, humour Summary: There’s only one downside to hot sex with an Asgardian goddess. Word Count: 1044 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52890901

Title: A little treehouse Author: Esteicy Card #: MRP-092 Square Filled: G1: Meeting in a treehouse Pairing: Jean Grey x Wanda Maximoff Rating: Gen Major Tags/Warnings: n/a Summary: Wanda finds a treehouse in the forest; inside she meets someone special. Word Count: 693 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53865802

Title: what doesn't kill us Author: Xenomorphic Card #: MRP-086 Square Filled: I2: Mission ends bloody but successful Pairing: Bucky Barnes & Thunderbolts team, Bucky Barnes/John Walker/Sam Wilson Rating: Mature Major Tags/Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Summary: Five times Bucky looks after his team and one time he lets someone else take care of him. Word Count: 9K Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54242446

Title: a shadow among shadows Author: Xenomorphic Card #: MRP-086 Square Filled: I4: Ghostly Chill Pairing: Bucky Barnes/John Walker Rating: Explicit Major Tags/Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Summary: He really wishes he was normal sometimes, normaler. At least Bucky’s in a similar wavelength of messed up, take some lose some and all that bullshit. Word Count: 5K Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54254146

Title: Cuddles Author: mikeyp16 Card #: MRP-095 Square Filled: I3: Cuddling Pairing: Captain America / Wolverine Rating: Gen Major Tags/Warnings: Summary: Word Count: Artwork Link: https://www.tumblr.com/mikeyp16/742861391808036865/first-time-joining-a-fandom-bingo-specifically?source=share

Title: Cost Author: Annie/Nekoannie-chan/SharlotteMayfair Card #: MRP-066 Square Filled: B1: Short term gains at a long term cost Pairing: Steve Rogers & Clarice Fong (Friends) Rating: Teen Major Tags/Warnings: Mention of betrayal Summary: Steve asked Clarice for help. Word Count: 556 Link: https://nekoannie-chan.tumblr.com/post/745469836561350656/cost

Title: In the land of gods and monsters Author: Wolfsheart Card #: MRP-001 Square Filled: B2: That’ll never happen again Pairing: Bruce Banner/Thor, Hulk/Thor Rating: Teen Major Tags/Warnings: Established Relationship, Established Loki/Tony Stark, Established Bruce Banner/Thor, Minor Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Jotunn | Frost Giant, Jotunn Loki (Marvel), Implied/Referenced Sex, Humor, Sexual Humor Summary: When three rogue Frost Giants show up in Central Park, turn it into a mini and temporary Jotunheim, Thor and Tony do their part in the fight by encouraging their boyfriends...by ogling and thirsty commentary. Word Count: 1289 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55313029

Title: Common Ground Author: scottxlogan Card #: MRP-131 Square Filled: Adopted: Mood board/Enemies to Lovers/Hurt Comfort Pairing: Emma Frost/Erik Lehnsherr Rating: Explicit Major Tags/Warnings: Enemies to Lovers, Friends With Benefits, Sexual Content, Handcuffs, Hurt/Comfort, Movie: X-Men: First Class (2011), Post-Movie: X-Men: First Class (2011), Canon Divergence - Post-Movie: X-Men: First Class (2011), Mood Board, Light Dom/sub, Past Abuse, Healing Summary: After Erik rescued Emma from the compound Shaw left her to rot in, she and Erik formed an alliance and gained a deeper understanding of one another that brought them closer in forming a different kind of bond between them. Word Count: 3036 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55358851

Title: Happily Ever After Author: scottxlogan Card #: MRP-131 Square Filled: N2: Three Times a Bridesmaid/Hallmark Romance Pairing: Kate Bishop/Peter Parker Rating: Teen Major Tags/Warnings: N/A Summary: Wealthy socialite Kate Bishop has always been blessed with good fortune when it comes to helping her friends find their happily ever after. As one of New York City’s top elite, Kate has tried to break outside of her mother’s shell to make a name for herself. She’s as helped countless childhood friends find their way to happily ever after, but with so much time spent on building everyone else’s happily ever after Kate’s ignored her own need for romance in favor of building up her reputation as the premiere wedding planner in the city, working her way to the top. Word Count: N/A Link: https://www.tumblr.com/scottxlogan/748430600610906112/kate-bishoppeter-parker-marvel-rare-pair-bingo?source=share

Title: City Dreams Author: scottxlogan Card #: MRP-131 Square Filled: I3: Soulmate AU/Diner AU Pairing: Pepper Potts/Bruce Banner Rating: Teen Major Tags/Warnings: romance, angst, soulmates Summary: Pepper Potts and Bruce Banner are soulmates destined to find one another, but when their initial romance crumbles to pieces it takes them 20 years to find their way back to one another and the love they lost as they both work to build new beginnings together. Word Count: N/A Link: https://www.tumblr.com/scottxlogan/748437190687735808/this-moodboard-and-summary-was-written-for-the?source=share

Title: Love and Hunger Author: Wolfsheart Card #: MRP-001 Square Filled: N5: Shoulder Bites (Mood Board Madness Fill (Horror Movie & Hallmark Romance)) Pairing: Loki/Bucky Barnes Rating: Mature Major Tags/Warnings: Horror themes, blood, cannibalism, vampirism, Cannibal Bucky, Vampire Loki, blood drinking, military experimentation, descriptions of violence, descriptions of war, descriptions of bloody battles, potential torture, humor, horror and humor, romance, fluff, monsters in love Summary: After military experiments that left James with super soldier abilities and cannibalistic hunger, he's felt like an outsider, even around his best friend. When the internet allows him to interact with others with strange needs, he finally meets Loki, someone who may well be the answer to his two biggest problems: loneliness and what to do with all that blood. Word Count: 953 (concept write-up) Link: https://www.tumblr.com/mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea/748421590079946752/more-mood-board-madness

Title: Rainy Days and Mondays Author: Wolfsheart Card #: MRP-001 Square Filled: B5: Kissing in the Rain Pairing: Darcy Lewis/Thor Rating: Teen Major Tags/Warnings: Mood Board, Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Canon Divergence - Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Darcy Lewis Feels, Thor Needs a Hug (Marvel), First Kiss, Rain, Kissing in the Rain, Fluff, Romantic FluffSummary: Stuck in a café while it's pissing down rain outside, Darcy spots a familiar face coming in her direction. She and Thor have a surprise reunion, and they connect over dinner. When it's time to say goodnight and go their separate ways, neither of them really want to. Word Count: 1819 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55411420

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griffin-girl-r · 7 months

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The legacy

Created: 23.05.2023

Finished: 23.05.2023

Edited: 14.05.2023

Age: 2

Word count: 2,153

Warnings: Gun, Blood, Death, Cussing

Request: Yes (Tumblr user)

AU: Mafia

Summary: Natasha discovers that a traitor is hiding inside her organization.

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The early morning sun started shining through the curtains of the office of the world's most influential mafia leader.

Natasha Romanoff sat at her desk in silence, hidden in the shadows of the morning light.

Unexpectedly, the most influential and feared person in this world was a woman, much to the dismay of her rivals who were all men.

She was a living legend in the criminal underworld.

Her ruthless tactics and cunning intelligence made her unstoppable.

Natasha had grown up on the streets and slowly built her own empire out of the dust, even if this empire was mostly built on illegal things.

Natasha is cold, calculated, and fearless.

No one dared to cross her word as they knew that would be the end for them.

But unlike anything you would have expected from the most badass woman in the universe, Natasha was also a very respected and loved woman who cared for her friends and allies, and let's not forget about Natasha's secret soft side, her baby daughter, Y/N. Natasha's greatest accomplishment.

A small smile appeared on Natasha's face as the thought of her daughter made its way to the front of her mind.

That little 2-year-old was the only thing that was bounding the leader to her human side.

Y/N, the spitting image of her mother, was the most adorable toddler anyone could ever meet. She was very active, and curious and already had her own personality, making Natasha fall even deeper in love with her offspring.

Y/N was going to be a great leader one day after Natasha was no more. She is the rightful heir and Natasha already knows that her organization will be in very good hands with Y/N as the leader.

The door of the office was slowly pushed open, catching Natasha's attention she slightly tensed, confused about who could be disturbing her so early in the morning.

Natasha's shoulders slowly fell back down in relaxation as a wide smile formed on her face.

Clint Barton, her best friend, confidant, and adoptive brother, stepped inside the room carrying his niece in his arms and apologetically looked at his friend.

"Sorry to bother you, Tasha." Clint quietly apologized "I know the rules but this little one started crying when she realized you weren't in bed next to her and I heard her from my room so here she is." He finished, pointing his head towards Y/N

"It's okay, Clint. Don't worry about it." Natasha nodded, standing up from her chair and walking over to him "Now, why is my little princess awake so early?" She cooed, taking you into her arms

"Mama!" You cried, hiding your face in her chest and tightly clinging to her shirt

"I'm here, baby." Natasha rubbed your back "You're safe."

All it took was a few reassuring words from your mother and just as that, you were sound asleep in her arms, your head resting on her shoulder and your face hidden in her neck.

Your soft, warm breath had a calming effect on Natasha who was very stressed lately due to the leak of some information that, if it ended up in the wrong hands, would mean the complete destruction of the Romanoff empire once the public found out those pieces of information.

"Aren't you the sweetest thing in the whole wide world?" Natasha quietly chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple and sitting down at her desk

"Nat?" Clint quietly and carefully called his friend to get her attention "There's something we need to talk about."

Natasha didn't like the sound of this. She knew that this private conversation could only mean one thing.

Problems.

"Go on." The woman nodded "I'm listening."

Clint gulped as he gathered enough courage to talk "We found out that there is a rat between our ranks." He declared "That's why precious information is slipping and we're losing money, and shipments."

"I know." Natasha casually answered "I already figured that out. To be the best means to always be a step ahead of your enemy. I know who is that rat and I'll very soon get rid of it."

Clint nodded but made no effort to hide the shock at the fact that his friend already knew who the intruder was.

"I'm going to leave Y/N with Wanda and while I do that, I need you to gather everyone at the operational center for an emergency meeting.'' She ordered

"Yes, boss." Clint rushed out of the room to complete his orders

Two hours later, the meeting room was filled with people who were loudly asking one another about all the possible reasons why they were summoned there today.

Silence fell over the room when the door swung open and everyone recognized their fierce leader.

Natasha took her place at the head of the long, mahogany table.

Every person who was present in the room knew they were extremely lucky to be in Natasha's presence. She offered a second chance to the majority of them and they were forever in debt to her for saving them from the streets.

"What is this all about, Natasha?" A voice broke the silence

Antonia, one of Natasha's most trusted people asked.

Natasha smirked as she leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table.

"I hoped you would be the one to ask that." The redheaded leader coldly stated before shifting her attention to the entire room and loudly addressing everyone "My trust has been betrayed." She declared "We have a rat in our organization that has been giving away very important and secret information that could lead to our end."

Various gasps and quiet murmurs were heard from all across the room as panic was quickly filling the room.

"Silence!" Natasha shouted and every sound chased immediately

"But who would dare do such a thing?" Steve, one of Natasha's partners dared to ask

Natasha stood up from her place and started pacing around the room as all the eyes were on her.

"An ungrateful piece of shit that bit the hand who fed her." The boss answered

The men in the room relaxed. At least they knew the traitor was a woman.

Now the question is, which woman?

Was it Pepper, that was managing Natasha's contracts and a close friend of hers?

Was it Maria, Natasha's childhood friend, who was in charge of Natasha's security?

Was it Antonia, the girl Natasha rescued a long time ago, who was in charge of the shipments?

Or maybe it was Wanda, that, for whatever reason, she wasn't able to attend today's meeting as always.

The feared leader, known as the Black Widow for her capacity to trick her victims before killing them, turned her attention back on Antonia and slowly started walking in her direction.

"When I rescued you, you were the slave of your own father." Natasha pointed towards the younger girl "You were tortured on a daily basis and he only wanted you to grow into the best assassin that could solve his unfinished businesses. I took you in, raised you, offered you a place in my organization, and swore to take revenge on your father for what he did to you and countless other girls." Anger was more and more evident in her voice "And I did! I killed Dreykov and I put an end to his organization. I put an end once and for all to the Red Room! I did it all just so you could stab me in my back years later, bitch."

Natasha was furious.

She was usually a calm and calculated woman and seeing her bursting with range was such a rare sight. So rare that it send chills running down everyone's back at the angered tone of her voice.

"You know I don't agree with your ideals, Natasha." Antonia said defyingly

"If you didn't agree you should have left the organization, not going around, sneaking information to H.Y.D.R.A." The leader shouted but quickly regained her calm composure "You have become a liability to this organization." She said firmly "Your actions have put us all in danger."

Natasha's cold voice was scary but Antonia didn't back down from this fight as any rational person would do.

"You think you're so tough, Natasha." Antonia sneered "But you forget, that there are plenty of people out there who would love to take you and your little daughter down."

More gasps were heard from the people who were intently watching their argument.

Natasha's best-kept secret had been revealed in front of everyone.

"Daughter?" Said one of the voices

"You have a daughter?" Asked another one "Why haven't you told us?"

Something in Natasha snapped at the mention of Y/N.

She quickly walked closer to the table, her eyes ablaze with fury.

"You will never threaten my daughter!" Natasha growled "And no one will ever take me down. I built this empire with my own hands and I won't allow anyone to snatch it away from me."

With a swift movement, Natasha pulled out her gun and aimed it at Antonia.

The other lieutenants in the room looked on in shock as Natasha stood her ground, her finger hovering over the trigger.

Protests started erupting, filling the room with the speed of light.

"Natasha, stop." Clint held his arm up towards her "There's no need for something like this."

"I think Clint's right, Natasha." Steve rushed to back Clint up "Killing Antonia isn't going to change anything."

"Go ahead, Natasha." Antonia challenged the woman, her voice was cold "You'll be no better than the rest of us and it won't stop them from coming after the heir of this so-called empire of yours. They know where you keep her hidden."

"Beside Clint and Maria, no one knows where I keep my baby hidden." Natasha held the gun tighter in her hand "You want me to believe that you know where she is?"

"I followed you, Natasha." Antonia smirked "They'll get rid of her then of you."

For a moment, Natasha hesitated.

But then she thought of her daughter, and her resolve hardened.

She pulled the trigger, and Antonia fell to the ground, dead. A bullet hole in her head.

Natasha had perfectly aimed the shot. As always, she never misses a shot.

Loud protests began again to be heard but they were soon silenced by Natasha's death stare.

"Anyone else who thinks they can cross me, can meet the same fate." She said, her voice icy "This is my organization and I won't tolerate any threats to my daughter or my power."

And with that, Natasha stormed out of the room, leaving the others with many questions in their minds and also the remainder of why she is called the Black Widow.

Fierce, protective, and lethal.

Those were the three words that were describing her the best.

"How can this woman be a mother?" Tony opened his mouth after a long silence, where everybody just stared at the dead body at their feet "I bet her kid's fucking scared of her."

"Shut up, asshole!" Maria Hill shouted, quickly pointing her knife at Tony's throat "Don't open your filthy mouth and talk shit if you don't know the truth. No one speaks badly about either Y/N or Natasha."

Tony gulped and shut his mouth closed.

Back at Natasha's secret villa, the redheaded leader was slowly rocking her daughter, who was asleep in her arms, from side to side, as she looked outside the window at the rain that started to pour outside and thought about today's events.

Luckily for Natasha, she didn't get time to think too much about it because her daughter stirred awake and looked up at her, a sleepy smile appearing on the innocent child's face, and all of a sudden, the loud voices in Natasha's head were silenced.

Natasha smiled as she kissed Y/N's forehead and hugged her daughter closer to her chest, finding so much comfort in the warmth that the little body was emanating.

"I love you so much, baby girl." Natasha whispered in her daughter's soft, baby hair "I'm going to forever protect you. You'll be always safe with me."

"Baby love Mama lots and lots." Y/N replied in her sleepy voice, much to Natasha's surprise who thought that her child was back asleep

At that moment, even for just a brief moment, with Y/N so close to her heart, Natasha could almost forget that she was leading a mafia group.

Now Natasha needs to put an end to the rival organization named H.Y.D.R.A. with her own hands.

She was a badass woman, feared by all, but she was also a mother who loved her daughter more than anything and she will do everything she has to to ensure her daughter's protection and maintain her position of power.

The Black Widow legacy was far from being over.

#mama nat #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x daughter!reader #natasha x daughter!reader #natasha's child #natasha's kid #natasha romanoff x teen!reader #natasha x teen reader #natasha x baby!reader

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Borrowing Trouble

Bucky’s roommate Tony chooses the worst time to borrow his stuff; but maybe a little blowup will only make their friendship stronger.

Fandom: MCU/Marvel Pairing: Bucky Barnes & Tony Stark Rating: General Word Count: 875 words.

This is a fill for my @starkbucksbingo O3 - "Shh... I'm sleeping." and @tonystarkbingo A4 - AU: College squares, along with today’s @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt [#FFF175 Gloomy Daze]

Still in a bit of a daze from the phone call he’d just gotten, Bucky stepped into his dorm room only to see a person-sized lump laying on the sofa: his roommate, Tony.

Bucky had never met anyone with such an irregular schedule. Tony would literally stay up all night working on a project, catch a quick cat nap, go to class, then snooze through the rest of the afternoon and evening -- usually missing dinner. He would wake up just as Bucky was getting ready for bed and more than likely start the whole cycle over.

Bucky felt a little bad for waking his roommate up, but he really needed someone to talk to at the moment. “Tony, I--”

“Shh - I’m sleeping,” Tony interrupted, pulling a blanket over his head. It was a quilt that belonged to Bucky and had been made by his grandmother. She was a kind, caring, funny woman who Bucky had many precious memories of... and had passed away just that morning.

“Give me that!” Bucky shouted, startling them both. But he couldn’t help it - his grief suddenly flaring into anger. He snatched the quilt away from Tony, only to see that his roommate was wearing one of his sweatshirts. “Goddamnit, Tony. Why are you such a mooch - I know you’ve got money, so go buy your own damn stuff for once!”

Tony’s eyes were wide with shock and fear. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!” He struggled out of the hoodie, leaving it on the floor as he fled their room.

Bucky instantly regretted his outburst. He honestly didn’t mind Tony borrowing his stuff; in fact, a small part of him enjoyed seeing Tony in his clothes more than maybe he should. And Tony was the furthest thing from a mooch -- he’d gone out and bought a bigger fridge for their room when he saw Bucky didn’t have one and was always willing to chip in if someone came up short when the group went in on a pizza order.

Bucky sat down heavily on the couch, clutched the quilt to his chest and let the waves of emotion finally roll over him. His grandmother had been the only one in his extended family to support him when he came out, and he loved her even more for that.

She’d also always been the one he’d go to for no-nonsense advice. He could almost hear her voice now: “Now what did you go and do that for? Scared the poor boy half out of his wits, I bet. Better fix the mess you made.”

Bucky pulled himself back together and went downstairs to the dorm lobby, where Clint was watching cartoons. “Hey, have you seen Tony?”

Clint frowned. “Yeah - he just ran out of here like a bat out of hell. Didn’t even have a jacket, and it’s kinda nasty out there.”

“Shit.” Bucky ran back up to their room, grabbed the discarded hoodie and headed out to try to find his roommate.

A heavy layer of fog had descended on campus, and a cold rain was pelting down. Bucky got out his phone to send a couple of quick voice-to-text messages as he made his way toward the Engineering building, which was more or less Tony’s second home.

I’m really sorry I yelled at you

I was upset

I just found out my grandmother passed away

She made that quilt for me - but I was wrong to get so angry.

You’re a great roommate

You can borrow my stuff any time

Bucky spotted Tony; he was standing in the doorway to the building, his wet t-shirt clinging to him, with his phone in hand. He looked up and flinched just a little when he saw Bucky.

“Tony?” Bucky called out, stopping a few feet away. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have blown up at you like that.”

“I didn’t know about your grandmother,” Tony replied, his voice small and quiet.

“I only found out about five minutes before I got back to our room, myself. I guess I was kind of in shock, and I overreacted. Here.” Bucky held out the hoodie, which was already half-soaked. “You’re not a mooch. I don’t know why I said that.”

“I guess I could be better about asking, first.” Tony took the hoodie and draped it over his shoulders. “I just ... well... friends share stuff, right? And -- we’re friends, aren’t we?” The cautious, hopeful look Tony gave him made Bucky’s heart skip a beat.

“Yeah - of course we are.”

Tony’s expression brightened. “And it’s not my fault my stuff is too small for you to wear.”

“No, I suppose it isn’t,” Bucky replied with a grin. “You know, you do let me store stuff in your fridge. And I watch your TV, like, all the time. Maybe I’m the mooch, after all.”

“No, you’re not,” Tony answered decisively. “Hey, um - I know I’m not good at personal friendship stuff, but would a hug maybe make you feel a little better?”

“Yeah, I think it would.” Bucky’s heart warmed at the offer, but he couldn’t help laughing at the squishy sound their soaked shoes made as they stepped toward one another. “How about we head back and change into dry clothes first?”

#writing stuff #fanficlet #Flash Fiction Friday #mcu/marvel #WinterIron #College AU #platonic #shameless self promo

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natty-light-of-my-life · 9 months

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the most famous restaurant supply store in manhattan

restaurant supply store au. natasha romanoff* x reader meet-cute. featuring clint, kate, and steve.

i love each and every coffee shop/florist/bookstore au on this website, but why does no one ever write a reader au set in that little restaurant supply store you walk past but never enter???

*nat doesnt come in until the end of the fic but it still counts.

Writing a resume is hard, you admit to yourself, when your current employer could only name his restaurant supply store, located on Canal Street, “Canal Street Restaurant Supply”. Not even a “the” for even an ounce of distinction. Take, for example, “The Ohio State”, “The Metropolitan Museum of Art”, or “The Way You Will Never Pay Off Your Student Loans”. Something with a bit of je ne sais quoi.

Anyways, the dingy pseudo-warehouse you work in has little to offer beyond minimum wage. You can’t even use your very generous five-percent employee discount because, well, if you owned your own restaurant, why would you be working here? On the bright side, though, the shop rarely gets customers. At least, not during the afternoon shift. Most customers pick up their goods in the morning before their restaurants open. The shelves of pots, pans, and teapots collect dust as you surreptitiously mark up your latest resume draft with a red pen.

“Oi, shouldn’t you be dusting the shelves, English?” calls out a voice from the basement. The basement is where they store the big crates of pots of pans that aren’t in the big crates on the shop floor. The basement also houses your boss’s office.

Jimmy, your boss, calls you English because 1) you severely overpaid for a bachelor’s degree in English at NYU and 2) unlike your Chinese-American coworkers, you can only speak your native English.

“I just dusted yesterday!” you shout back. Capping your pen, you slide your redlined resume under a stack of handwritten invoices next to the cash register.

“You should dust every day,” he responds. His neatly brushed black-grey hair pokes its way out of the stacks of bowls lining the shelves. “This place attracts dust like my son attracts unsuitable boyfriends.”

“I think Kevin’s suitors are quite nice,” you say, in defense of your friend.

“Tsk,” Jimmy replies, “Nice to look at maybe. Why can’t he choose someone with a job? Or a nice family?”

You grab the Swiffer from under the desk and get to dusting the teapots, “I don’t know, Mr. Jimmy. Jobs are overrated, I think. Look, I’m dusting a teapot.”

He pauses and straightens the collar of his shirt. “And you dust the teapot very well.”

You nod.

Jimmy clears his throat, “I have to go deliver this shipment of dining plates to a customer this afternoon. Will you be okay here for a few hours while I’m gone?”

You make a point of turning your head and surveying the empty store. You nod.

“Good. Good,” Jimmy says. “Kevin will be by after his shift at the office.”

“Sounds good, Mr. Jimmy.”

“Call me if you need anything!”

You shake your head gently as Jimmy leaves with a heaving crate of plates in his arms. Ever since the Battle of New York, Jimmy has had an irrational fear of the Hulk tearing up his humble restaurant supply store. But things have been calm in this part of the city for years. You think your boss is a bit silly.

You yelp as a spatula nearly misses your head by a few inches. Eyes wide, you look behind you at the metal spatula, vibrating with the impact of impaling your favorite lucky cat statue. Its waving arm had dislocated from its cat-body.

Well, at least it isn’t the Hulk?

Let’s rewind a bit. Not even five minutes after Jimmy left with his delivery, the front door slammed open again. Thinking it was your boss, you poked your head out to look and immediately regretted it. A group of guys, wearing peculiar red tracksuits sped towards you, yelling indecipherable commands. You didn’t even have time to scream before they grabbed you and snarled in your face.

“Where are they?!” one demanded.

“Yeah, bro,” another echoed, “We know that brat is here somewhere.”

“Who the fuck are you talking about?” you yelped, kicking your legs futilely at them.

“The Bishop bitch!” one unhelpfully clarified.

You continued to wriggle helplessly in their grip.

"Wait, bro," one grunted, "Are we on Catherine Street right now?"

You stopped struggling.

The other tracksuit let you go.

"No, bro. The sign says Canal Street," said the first guy.

"Yeah. How do you not know what street you're on, bro? Not very New York of you…"

"Lay off, bro!" exclaimed the confused one, "...I'm from Michigan, bro."

What the fu-

"Hands in air, tracksuits!" yelled a different, younger voice. A girl?

All three bad guys turned towards the new faces. It was a young woman, wearing a lot of purple, and holding… a bow? Next to her, an older blonde man sighed deeply and reached for his utility belt.

From the purple tights and do-gooder attitude of the girl, you clocked the duo as good guys. Avengers? Whatever, you took the moment of distraction to run out of the grasp of the tracksuits.

Luckily for you, they didn't pay you any attention. You managed to escape behind the counter and cower in the space under the register. Unluckily for Jimmy and Canal Street Restaurant Supply, you could hear all of the inventory crashing to the ground and shattering into tiny pieces. You heard the sound of the bad guys grunting in pain and the thwp thwp of arrows finding their marks.

Now, there's a spatula embedded in a poor plastic cat statue. You feel yourself shaking. You duck your head down again and dissociate, probably, while the fighting continues.

Eventually though, sirens come blaring towards you. The only other sound you hear is whispering between the heroes and the pained groans of the, presumably, incapacitated bad guys.

"Hey…" comes the voice of the purple girl, "are you okay? You can come out now."

You warily grab the edge of the counter and pull yourself up. The shop is completely fucked. Porcelain shattered into glitter on the ground. Pans pelleted with arrows. A guy holding his thigh, a puddle of red… Fuck-

The last thing you hear before you black out is a gruff, "Aw no!"

You come to with a jerk. The first thing you hear is your pounding heartbeat echoing in your head. Wait. No, it's coming from around you. A heartbeat monitor. You snap your eyes open and a blinding light glares at you. Your eyes snap shut. You're in a hospital?

"Hey, hey," soothes a raspy voice. It's familiar. "You're okay."

You open your eyes, slowly this time. The light above your bed has been dimmed. You hear your heartbeat slow down.

You turn your head towards the voice, ignoring the throbbing in your skull. A pretty redhead smiles at you.

What the hell is Natasha Romanoff doing in your room?

"Oh, so you do recognize the Avengers," the spy muses, "Clint will be livid. I love it."

Whoops, were you talking out loud??

Natasha Romanoff - The Black Widow - grins at you.

Your hands fly to cover your traitorous mouth. You shut your eyes again in embarrassment. The heartbeat monitor audibly speeds up. You groan loudly, in pain. And in mortification.

"Kill me now," you mutter into your palms.

Warm hands take your hands in hers. You freeze, but Natasha gently peels your palms from your mouth.

"Can't do that, darling. Steve would not approve."

She's teasing you. You nearly pass out, again, at the thought of Steve Rogers knowing who you are anyways.

You slowly sit up, and the other woman helpfully places a pillow behind your back. You thank her and ask, "Is Captain America here?"

"Oh, she knows about Captain America, too."

Despite your hospitalized, traumatized, and increasingly flustered state, you manage to roll your eyes, "Of course I know about Captain America. You can tell Clint Barton he just needs a better marketer, if he wants more attention."

Natasha laughs, looking at you with a fond smile. "I can't say we go looking for attention in this line of work."

You shake your head dumbly. She laughs again and you feel your breath catch. Actually wait-

The infamous Black Widow barely has time to shove a pan under your chin before you lose the contents of your stomach. And the last of your dignity.

At that moment, Steve Rogers sticks his head into the room, but immediately backs away at the scene. "I'll, uh, give you two ladies another few minutes then…"

You groan. What a terrible day.

Natasha Romanoff pats your back and hands you a tissue.

Well, you suppose, it could be worse.

Your phone lights up with a call. It's Jimmy.

Fu-

#natasha romanoff x reader #fanfic #natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #natasha x y/n #meet cute

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archivomeow · 3 months

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im sorry, kate bishop.

characters: Kate Bishop, Yelena Belova.

description: AU where Yelena joins Kate and Clint and all three end up at his house. Yelena and Kate have a talk as Yelena patches up Kate’s wound and tried to comfort her after the loss of her mom.

includes: no romo! they are awkward, but warm up, awkward and stiff yelena lol, again no romo, purely platonic, yelena is canonically aroace remember that!

Yelena felt weird being at Barton’s home, she tried to kill the man not that long ago, how else was she supposed to feel?

It took a good moment before he convinced Yelena to join him and Kate, but eventually she just gave in, he obviously trusted her and knew a lot about her. The car ride was awkwardly silent, Kate didn’t say a word to Yelena and Clint was way too focused on the road, so they just sat in silence with Clint asking a thing or two when they stopped at red lights.

There was a limited number of rooms, so Yelena took the couch, she wasn’t even sure if she’d stay to morning, so there was no point in getting a room ready for her.

It was dark outside by now, their house was nice, Yelena liked how big it was, but it felt like a home, not like a mansion. Laura was now in the kitchen with Lila and her brothers were with Clint outside. Yelena sat on the couch awkwardly, she tried to relax, but she seemed to tense up at every noise. As the front door opened and Clint walked in with his sons Yelena’s head turned. Her face stoic as she looked at the three for a moment.

“Hey, Yelena… Do you think you can go get Kate? The food will be ready soon.” Clint said with a light smile on his face, Yelena just nodded as she got up and walked up the stairs to the guest room to get Kate.

She knocked gently on the door as she pushed it open. The air in the room was stiff, her green eyes quickly scanned her surroundings, the room was small with a king size bed in the middle, she saw some clothes thrown around and a bag on the floor, her eyes focused on Kate who was seated on the bed.

“Clint says food will be ready soon.” Yelena finally spoke up. She looked at Kate with an emotionless expression, but she saw how red Kate’s eyes were and her nose, how her breath was short and her cheeks wet.

“Um, yeah… I’ll be right down.” She nodded -as she spoke.

Yelena hesitated, she was ready to leave to room, but it felt wrong, she didn’t want to be pushy and it was definitely not her place to talk with Kate as the two barely knew each other, yet she was still standing in the door frame, not fully in the room, yet also not fully out of the room.

“Do you need something else?” Kate looked up at the blonde as she took a deep breath in, it was a poor attempt to calm her unstable breathing.

“I’m sorry about your mom.” Yelena said, her face softened slightly, as she breathed out, hoping she didn’t cross a boundary with that statement.

“Thanks…” Kate replied, her voice went even more quiet, it fucking hurt a lot, losing someone.

“Did you patch up your forehead? You’re bleeding again…” Yelena commented as her eyes focused on the oddly patched up wound on Kate’s forehead, the girl just nodded in response.

Yelena walked into the room, she closed the wooden door behind herself as she sat in front of Kate and smiled awkwardly as she stared to clean the wound.

The silence was crushing them both, Yelena was focused on the wound, but still she felt as if the silence was making this moment worse. Kate hissed in pain as Yelena touched the bare wound on her face.

“Sorry.” Yelena mumbled as she placed a fresh bandage on the spot. “All done.”

The two remained in place in silence, Kate smiled softly at the blonde.

“Thank you.”

“No problem, glad I could help.” Yelena sighed as she continued to speak. “It will get better, you know? Everyone loses somebody.” She shrugged, unsure if her words were even helpful. “It’s just like… a thing everyone goes through, if everyone if alright then you will be too.” She nodded as she spoke more confidently now.

Kate just smiled in response as her eyes teared up, it was like an instinct her arms wrapped around the blonde making her stiff up, but eventually she hugged the girl back.

“It will be okay, Kate.”

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graceful-starker · 6 months

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It’s Unhealthy (I Don’t Give a Damn)

Summary: Bruce knows that he’s being used. He knows. He isn’t stupid; he knows the pretty freshman in his English class who’s almost always attached at the lips to her stupid, pretty boyfriend isn’t actually interested in someone like him.

Warnings: toxic relationships, kind of cheating but also not really?, alcohol, drugs, hurt/comfort.

Notes: This can absolutely be read as a stand alone fic, but this is the first chronological entry of my Messy College AU. I got a really great comment the other day on this series and it really motivated me! I have a lot of plans now.

Also this story takes place fall semester a year before the main story (Just a Friend and Peter's Boyfriend) takes place. But again, it can just be read as its own thing too.

Rating/WC: M/4469

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Bruce knows that he’s being used. He knows. He isn’t stupid; he knows the pretty freshman in his English class who’s almost always attached at the lips to her stupid, pretty boyfriend isn’t actually interested in someone like him.

But they’re at a party with Bruce’s best friend Thor's football team, and there’s lots of alcohol and at least three joints being passed around, and the pretty red-head is hanging off of Bruce’s arm and giggling at literally all of his stupid jokes.

It feels good.

Even with the pretty boyfriend glaring daggers at him, even with Thor giving him a disapproving look. She’s pretty and she’s laughing at his jokes and she’s rubbing at his arm in a suggestive way; it feels like a good idea.

“I don’t think I’ve ever laughed this hard before!” she lies, smiling brightly up at him.

“Your boyfriend can’t make you laugh?” Thor asks, and Bruce fights the urge to glare at him.

The girl ducks her head and looks up at Bruce from under her lashes. “What boyfriend?”

Bruce’s eyes light up, and he smirks at Thor before looking back at her. “What’s your name?” Bruce asks, leaning down to softly ask in her ear.

“Natasha,” she answers, practically purring. “But you can call me Nat. What’s your name?”

“Bruce,” he introduces, and then nods at Thor. “This is my friend, Thor.”

“Nice to meet you Thor,” she says, without turning to look at him.

Thor scoffs and stands up, going to talk to Natasha’s (ex?) boyfriend. For some reason. Bruce ignores him, moving the arm she’s hanging off of to rest on her thigh just above her knee. “What are you studying?” he asks her.

“I’m a dance major,” she announces proudly. “You should come to one of my shows,” she says, and then smirks and lowers her voice. “I can show you how flexible I am.”

Bruce hums, feeling a lick of heat run up his spine. “I’d love to see you dance,” he murmurs, his face very close to hers.

“I can show you now,” she offers, her free hand resting on top of his and moving it up her thigh slowly. “Take me dancing. I like this song.”

Bruce is planning on taking her somewhere, but then Thor’s hand claps down hard on his shoulder. “Bruce!” Thor says jovially, making the younger man jump and glare up at him angrily. “I’ve introduced myself to Clint, here, I see him around the field sometimes. He’s plays sports too, he plays archery,” he says. When Bruce just forces a smile at Clint instead of saying anything, Thor sighs. “Anwyay, you’ll never guess who Clint is friends with!”

Bruce thinks he could guess, actually, but Nat has put some space between them and looked away and Bruce just wants this to be over. “Who?”

“Steve!” Thor announces happily. “Rogers, from the track team. What a small college!” he jokes.

“Yeah, what a coincidence,” Bruce snarks. The jocks know each other, wild.

“Why don’t we set up a get together with all of us? A movie night, maybe. Steve could bring some of his friends, Clint could bring his girlfriend. We could make a real party out of it.” Thor squeezes Bruce’s shoulder.

Bruce works his jaw, flexing his free hand out of anger. “Sounds great, Thor,” he grits out.

“Great! Come on Clint, I think I saw Steve sneaking around here, I’m sure we can find him.” He leads Clint away by the shoulder, and the younger looks over his shoulder at Nat with an expression Bruce can’t read.

Nat watches them leave, before huffing in annoyance. “Your friend needs to learn how to mind his fucking business,” she snaps. “He gets to flirt with any girl he wants, but I can’t? Bullshit.”

“Agreed,” Bruce mumbles, but then he smiles at her. “You’ll be there, right?”

“I don’t know, why would I want to go?” she asks, arms crossed over her chest.

“Because I’ll be there,” he says easily, scooting closer to her. He wraps one arm around her shoulders, leaning in so their faces are almost touching again.

Nat grins, looking down in a way that might be shy if Bruce could be fooled into thinking she was shy. “How will I know when and where?”

“I guess you’ll just have to give me your number,” Bruce deduces boldly.

Nat giggles softly, leaning into him. “I guess I will,” she agrees, and Bruce feels his chest flutter.

The party is awkward. Thor is the only person he really knows; he knows Steve through Thor, but they aren’t that close. Steve invited some of his friends from his psychology class, Bruce guesses, since they’re all talking about an upcoming test. Sam, Bucky, and Rhodey are nice, but Bruce doesn’t know them and doesn’t have a lot in common with them. There’s beer and a pizza box, which is being ignored until everyone gets here, apparently.

Clint is there too, sitting on the end next to Thor and looking about as miserable as Bruce feels. His arms are crossed over his chest, and he’s checking his watch every two minutes. Natasha isn’t here yet, and Bruce isn’t drunk enough for this.

Thor’s front door busts open, and a guy with asshole shades and a plastic bag walk through, an arrogant smirk in place. “No need to worry, the party has arrived,” he announces.

“Tony,” Rhodey half greets and half admonishes, standing up and walking over. “It’s just a movie, not a party.”

“Well, I brought a blunt anyway. And a case of beer, just in case,” Tony says, and Bruce perks up. “Where should I put it?” Rhodey only sighs and sits back down.

“Beer can go in the kitchen,” Thor says. “Is anyone here morally opposed to smoking pot?”

No one pipes up, so Tony shrugs and puts the beer in the kitchen before making his way over to sit in between Bruce and Rhodey. “I’m Tony,” he introduces, and Rhodey rolls his eyes.

“Bruce,” Bruce supplies. “Thanks for bringing something to make the night semi-enjoyable,” he says softly, not wanting Thor or anyone else to hear his joke.

Tony laughs, handing Bruce the blunt and a lighter. “You can start us off, Bruce. What’s your major?”

Bruce thanks Tony and lights the blunt, taking a deep hit and only coughing once. He hands it back to Tony, along with the lighter. “Double major in nuclear physics and chemistry. What about you?”

Tony’s eyes light up before he takes a slow drag, blowing out the smoke easily before passing it to Rhodey. “I’m a chem minor, that’s pretty cool. I’m a mechanical engineering major.”

Bruce hums, turning his body to face Tony. “Wow, mechanical engineering?” He watches the blunt be passed to Bucky, who takes a drag and coughs violently. Rookie. “Must be really smart, then.”

Tony beams at him, his eyes sparkling behind the glasses. “I’ve been called a genius,” he jokes, and Rhodey rolls his eyes like there’s an inside joke there. “But you must be smart too, a double science major. Suicidal much?”

Bruce snorts, watching Steve argue with Bucky about his own right to the blunt. Something about asthma. “Well, who did you have for intro to chem? Because Dr. Phelps made me want to blow my brains out at least once a lecture.”

Tony laughs again, turning to watch Steve win and take a tiny drag, before passing it immediately to Sam and coughing up a lung. “No, I had Dr. Chang. She was chill, I think she doesn’t really like teaching though.”

“Ah, she was my organic chem professor. You lucked out,” Bruce says, furrowing his brow. “You good there, Rogers?” he calls.

Steve keeps coughing into his arm, but he gives Bruce a thumbs up and blinks through his tears at Bucky, who is whispering urgently at him. Sam passes the blunt to Thor without taking a hit, rubbing gently at Steve’s back.

“Anyway,” Tony says, looking back at Bruce. “What goes into a nuclear physics degree?”

“Lots and lots of psychics,” Bruce says, feeling the hit start to help him relax. He vaguely notices Clint taking the blunt from Thor. “Lots of math classes, annoyingly.”

“You chose bad sciences if you don’t like math,” Tony grins, leaning back in against the couch.

Bruce is about to say something when there’s a knock at the door. Thor calls for them to come in, and Natasha walks through the door. Bruce feels his breath catch, watching her look around the room. “Hey everyone!” She greets.

“Natasha!” Steve greets, almost choking again. “I didn’t know you were coming.”

Nat grins and walks over to Steve, ignoring Bruce who’s trying to catch her eye. “Yeah, I got invited,” she says cheekily. “Did you try and smoke, Stevie?”

“I succeeded, actually,” Steve says, but his voice is broken and his eyes are still watery. “I only kind-of died.” Bruce didn’t know they were friends, interesting.

She snorts and ruffles his hair, before going over to Clint and stealing the blunt from his fingers. “Clint,” she greets.

He blows his smoke out into her face, a smirk playing on his lips. “Tasha.”

Nat hums, twirling the roll between her fingers gently. “Whose turn is it?”

“Brucie here started, so it’s his go again,” Tony pipes up, obviously checking her out.

Natasha grins evilly at them, before turning back to face Clint. She wraps her lips around the blunt, taking a long drag before pulling it away from her lips. She holds it in her lungs, turning on her heel and walking over to Bruce.

Bruce raises a brow, fighting the urge to shoot Tony a confused look. She crawls into his lap and tilts his chin up, slotting their lips together and blowing the smoke out into Bruce’s mouth. She pulls back once she’s done with a smirk, eyes alight with mischief.

Bruce feels his cock twitch under her ass, and he holds the smoke in his own lungs long enough to feel it before blowing the tiny amount of leftover smoke over her smile. “Hello to you too, Nat,” he greets.

Nat laughs softly and holds out the blunt, which Bruce takes after a slightly embarrassing pause of confusion. “Is there beer?”

“Kitchen,” Tony says, cocking his head to the side. “Well it’s my turn now, are you going to help me out too?”

“In your dreams, dude,” Nat says, not even looking at him. She gets off of Bruce’s lap and heads for the kitchen, and Bruce and Tony watch her go.

Bruce turns to Tony slowly, letting out a slightly hysterical laugh. Tony grins widely, shoving Bruce and taking the blunt back. “God damn, Bruce,” he whispers.

Bruce laughs again, more relaxed, before turning ot see Clint death glaring at him, and Thor shaking his head with a frown. He quickly turns back to Tony, watching him pass it back to Rhodey after another hit. “God damn,” he agrees.

Bruce is really book smart; he knows this. But shit, if he isn’t stupid.

They’re at a real party this time, months later, some frat party with way too many people and a seemingly unlimited supply of booze and weed. Someone brought brownies and pre-cut them into single serving sizes so newbies won’t send themselves to the hospital. Bruce takes two and a plastic cup of beer, shoving his way through the thick crowd to find his friends.

He finds Thor talking to someone from his team, one of the people who live in this house. Not wanting any part of that conversation, he tries to find Tony instead. He finds Tony dancing with some random girl; Bruce learned quickly how often Tony finds a new person to warm his bed, never spending more than a couple weeks with one girl.

He was going to try and find Steve instead, when he turns and sees it. Sees Natasha ‘dancing’ with Clint; more like rubbing her body against his while sticking her tongue down his throat.

Bruce is stupid. He shouldn’t feel like this over a girl who has very clearly only using him to make her boyfriend jealous. No matter how wanted she made him feel.

But they had been talking more lately; just talking. Talking about her feelings, and how dancing makes her feel, and how much she misses her little sister. Talking about how she never thought she would get to go to college, with her parents raising them on a farm. Talking about her hopes and dreams, and how she wants to see the whole world and dance in every corner of the world. She smiled at him and when she did, he felt like nothing bad could ever happen again. He felt so happy just to make her happy, so…complete.

Fuck. He’s in love with her. Bruce is stupid.

A hand wraps around his arm and he turns, seeing Tony frowning at him sadly. “This party sucks,” he yells over the music. “Wanna come smoke with me?”

Bruce shoves one of the brownies in his mouth and offers Tony the other. Then he downs his beer and leaves the cup on a table, sniffs once, and nods at Tony. “Let’s go.”

They’re able to find a corner of the backyard that nobody is throwing up or fucking in, and Tony pulls a blunt out of his jacket and lights it. He takes the first drag before blowing it out and passing it to Bruce.

The music is still really loud, but it’s muffled out here. It’s colder, too; the semester is almost over and December is fast approaching. Bruce takes a slow drag and blows it out, crossing his hands carefully over his chest, making sure he won’t burn himself.

“Who cares about her anyway,” Tony says after a while of comfortable silence.

“I do,” Bruce says miserably, flicking the blunt over the grass and sighing.

“She’s not the kind of girl you want, Bruce,” Tony says, turning to face him. Bruce does the same, noticing that Tony has his arms crossed behind his head and a sad smile on his face. “You want someone who’s a keeper. She’s fucking around, playing with that kid. I’ll bet you they’ll be in an on-again off-again relationship through the whole time they’re here, and then they’ll break up for good at graduation.”

Bruce takes another drag, blowing out the smoke away from Tony before turning back to him. “She could be a keeper, if she found someone she wanted to keep her.”

Tony scoffs. “No, she wouldn’t be. Trust me. I’m her, pretty much. I’m just not stringing along some poor girl and giving her hope I’ll change one day.”

Bruce laughs at that, his head starting to feel lighter and the world starting to get hazy. “You won’t settle down some day, you don’t think? Not even for the right person?”

“There is no right person,” Tony says, taking the blunt back and staring at it for a second. “You really don’t know who I am, Brucie?”

Bruce is too high for that kind of question. “You’re Tony. You’re my friend.”

Tony smiles, turning back to Bruce. “I’m Tony Stark,” he says softly.

Bruce just stares, because did he really go all this time without knowing Tony’s last name? “I’m Bruce Banner,” he answers.

Tony snorts, shaking his head and looking up at the stars. “I can’t tell if you genuineyly don’t know who I am or if you’re just too high to care.”

Bruce furrows his brows. “What, you’re the president or something?” he snarks.

Tony laughs again, placing the blunt between his lips and taking a short drag before putting it out and pocketing it again. “My dad is Howard Stark,” he says.

Bruce hums, looking back to the sky himself. Then he gasps, getting up on his elbows and staring at Tony. “The billionaire?”

Tony turns to him again, smile a little more sad. “Yup. There is no right girl for me; I’ll wait until my parents find some heiress I’ve never met and am expected to marry, and we’ll both be miserable as we raise a kid we don’t want. Then the cycle will repeat.”

Bruce winces, laying back down and staring up at the sky. “You’ll find someone,” Bruce says after several minutes, when the sky is turning different colors and his head is dizzy. “And when you do, you’ll change for ‘em.”

Tony sighs, making a disapproving noise. “She would have to patient as a saint,” Tony says softly. “Shit, if I found someone I respected enough to love, I’d want her to find someone better than me. Because I’m a lot of work, and I don’t think I’m worth it.”

“You’re worth it,” Bruce says, grining and turning on his side to fully face Tony. “Even though you’re a lot of work.”

Tony breaks out into a fit of giggles, and manages to struggle his way into a sitting position. “Come on, Brucie bear. Let’s get you back to dorms before you can’t see straight anymore.”

Bruce sighs, putting his notes down and taking a sip from his water bottle. “I’m going to fail my finals, and then I’m going to flunk out, and then I’ll be homeless,” he says to the empty room. He misses his mother; or, her money at least. She cut him off after he got a B in advanced trigonometry, and she’s only going to reinstate his allowance if he gets straight As this semester to make up for it.

He picks up his phone, sending a quick text to Tony to ask if he wants to study together. After he hits send there’s a knock at his door; and Bruce is just tired enough to wonder how Tony got here that fast before he comes to his senses.

He goes to the door after rubbing his face, sighing already. “Listen, I don’t want to- Nat?”

Natasha is standing in his doorway, face full of a mixture of anger and sadness, and she tilts her chin up at Bruce. “Can I come in?”

Bruce nods, letting her in and closing and locking the door behind her. “Is…everything okay?”

Nat stands in the middle of his dorm, looking around with her arms crossed. “It’s smaller than I thought it would be,” she mumbles.

Bruce sighs in annoyance. “Thanks,” he says. “Listen, Nat, not that you insulting my apartment isn’t fun or anything, but I was in the middle of studying for my finals.”

Natasha turns around slowly, her eyes nervous. “Bruce,” she whispers, and Bruce straightens up. “Me and Clint broke up.”

Bruce’s eyebrows raise, and he blinks slowly. “I’m…sorry?” he meant to give her comfort, but it comes off as more of a question.

Nat takes the few steps necessary to close the gap between them, staring up at him with intense eyes. “Kiss me,” she says softly.

Bruce swallows, and her arms come up to wrap around his neck. “You really want that?” he whispers. “You’re really done with him? You want me?”

Natasha doesn’t answer, just moves her hand up the back of Bruce’s neck and pulls him down so their lips connect. She presses her body into his, and Bruce is stupid, but he falls for it. He puts his hands on her hips and kisses her back, deepening it and pulling her as close to himself as possible.

He wakes up alone the next day, the sheets still warm. He sits up slowly, checking his phone and sighing when he sees Tony asking when he can come over, and then if he still wanted to study, and then jokingly if he passed out over his textbooks.

A ding comes in while he’s in the shower later, and he almost doesn’t want to check it. He takes his time drying off and getting dressed, takes his time brushing his teeth and attempting to get his hair to look less messy. He even eats breakfast before he finally gives in and checks his phone.

Hey Bruce. Can we talk? Is all it says. His stomach sinks, and he agrees before he can think better of it.

He feels used. He thought he had made it clear he didn’t want to be a distraction; he wanted her to want him.

But they meet up for coffee, and Natsha is fidgeting nervously, and Bruce knows she isn’t going to say she had a good time last night. She isn’t about to ask for a repeat. “So?” he starts, just wanting to get this over with.

Nat clears her throat, wrapping her hands around the coffee. “I wanted to-to start by saying that I um…I really enjoyed last night,” she says, unable to look at him.

Bruce hums in agreement, and doesn’t feel like giving her an easy out.

“Okay, I’ll just say it,” Natasha says, letting out a shaky breath. “Clint texted me this morning and asked to talk. He wanted to get back together.”

Bruce looks down at his own coffee, rubbing his thumb along the rim. “And you’re going to?”

Natasha sighs. “Bruce…”

Bruce looks up, not bothering to hide how sad he feels. She looks down guiltily. “You said you were really done with him. You said you really wanted me.”

Natasha winces. “I’m sorry, Bruce.”

Bruce takes a sip from his coffee before sighing and standing up, putting his hands in his pockets. “Bye, Nat.”

“Wait!” She says, looking up with pleading eyes. “Bruce…Please don’t tell him. Please don’t tell him we slept together.”

Bruce grinds his teeth together, nodding once before turning on his heel and leaving. Not like he talks to Clint anyway.

He’s a god damn idiot, because he still loves her, still knows that the next time she and Clint call it off, he’ll say yes. And he’ll hate himself just as much the next time as he does now.

“You are stupid,” Thor says, pushing his phsyics textbook away. They were studying together, and he had finally bitten the bullet and asked Bruce why he was so upset. “How many times did I tell you not to go after her?”

Bruce grinds his teeth together, pushing his own notes away. He really is going to fail all his finals, at this rate. “I thought you were just morally opposed.”

“No, jackass,” Thor says, gently shoving Bruce. “Although I am morally opposed. I warned you off because I knew you were going to get hurt. Believe it or not, you are my best friend and I don’t want you to be upset.”

Tony scoffs, turning the page in engineering his notes. “You don’t have to be a dick about it. She was an asshole for making Bruce think she wanted him. She was never going to stay away from Clint.”

Bruce rubs a hand over his face. “Tones-”

“Exactly. Everyone knew she was going to go back to him. Aren’t you the one who told him that Nat isn’t the type of girl he wants because she’s gonna start an off-again on-again relationship with Clint? Something like that?” Thor shakes his head, grabbing his water bottle.

“Yeah, but you don’t see me saying I told you so,” Tony snarks back, looking up from his notes. “Rubbing salt in the wound isn’t going to help Bruce.”

“I’m not trying to help,” Thor grumbles, shooting Bruce a look before looking back to Tony. “He was stupid. He should hear it.”

“You’re stupid,” Tony scoffs, looking back to his notes and angrily flipping the page back to the one he was on before. “You went and made friends with her boyfriend, how’s Bruce going to escape this situation now?”

“Don’t act like you don’t like Clint and Nat,” Thor argues, slamming his own textbook closed. He takes a sip from the water bottle before capping it and putting it down. “And I did that to discourage him from trying anything. For the sole reason that if he did fuck around with her, he’d have to live with the consequences in our group.”

“I am right here,” Bruce mumbles, but gets ignored.

“I like him more than Rogers and Barnes,” Tony admits. “Okay, maybe he hasn’t done anything to piss me off, really…”

“Yeah,” Thor says triumphantly. “He’s funny and he’s a good friend.”

“Better than you,” Tony says, and it pulls a gasp out of Bruce. “It’s his fucking girlfriend and he hasn’t once rubbed it in Bruce’s face that she’s using him.”

“Because Clint doesn’t care,” Thor argues. “Because he, like everyone else, knows she’ll always go back to him. Doesn’t matter how badly he pisses her off. He doesn’t give a shit about Bruce’s feelings about Nat using him.”

“Clint is stupid,” Tony says, shaking his head. “Or he doesn’t have any self respect. I’m not sure which is worse.”

“Thanks,” Bruce says, standing up. “Great conversation, boys, I feel so much better now.”

“Wait-” Tony says, sighing. “I didn’t mean you-”

“Didn’t need to,” Bruce says, walking towards the kitchen and opening the fridge. “Can we just go back to studying, please?”

It’s quiet for a few seconds, and then he hears Thor softly ask, “Do you really think I’m being a bad friend?”

Tony sighs, putting his notes down again. “I think you want him to not get hurt, and that makes you a good friend. I disagree with the way you’re doing it.”

“Well, I disagree with the way you’re doing it,” Thor mumbles back. “Putting all the blame on Nat will make him think he can change her or something.”

“She won’t change,” Tony says, stretching his arms over his head. “Bruce knows that. I told him that before they slept together. She’s too toxic to ever be worth trying to change.”

“You’re toxic,” Thor mumbles, but he’s smiling at Tony.

Tony winks, grinning back. “Hell yeah, I am. But I’m not bringing anyone down with me, now am I? Everyone knows how I am, I don’t try and hide it.”

Thor laughs, and turns to watch Bruce walk back in with three beers. He takes one and opens it, shaking his head. “You think that makes you better than her?”

“Hell yeah,” Tony says, eyes sparkling. “When you all get tired of my bullshit, you can just walk away. I’ll just be that one asshole from college. Nat will be the one who got away, and she’s gonna make it hard for anyone to let her go. Clint obviously can’t.”

Bruce sighs loudly, taking three large gulps before going back to his notes. “Study for your stupid engineering exam, Tones. Thor, did you understand this chapter?” Bruce asks, showing him the textbook.

Tony rolls his eyes, but he does go back to his notes. “Love you too, Brucie Bear.”

#my writing #fanfic #brutasha #clintasha #tw: cheating #tw: toxic relationships #tw: drug use #tw: alcohol

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avengers rock band au. not sure if i want to take this further. let me know if you're into it!

Content warnings: drug abuse, implied sexual content | Also, apparently 2024 is the year of pining!Steve....?

Steve stops at the foot of the bed, already done with the conversation set out before him. With a sigh, he says, "you can't run from this forever."

Tony's draped across the bed like he's an art installation, some avant-garde, postmodern posturing of an insouciant rockstar sniffing a line of coke. Because it's Tony, he does the line clean, and when his head finally slants to acknowledge Steve's presence, he doesn't look any lesser for having snorted a little plastic baggie of white powder.

He doesn't even have the grace to trip over his comeback. "I don't need forever." He turns over onto his back, stretching his arms above him with a slow inhale that carries on, and on. "That's nice."

"It can't possibly have hit your bloodstream already."

"I was talking about the stretch."

Steve feels his eyebrows knit tight and angry, and does his best to quell it as he walks over then sits down on the bed. "Tomorrow. That's the deadline. You said we'd look it over."

"God, since when is rock and roll about meeting deadlines?" Tony grouses.

"You're doing the Jagger routine? Really?" Leaning forward, Steve presses the flat of his thumb against Tony's pulse point until the man's wincing back. "Get up, come on."

"I'm incapacitated." Tony gestures to the plastic baggie.

"Your choice, isn't it?" It's a little sharper than he intends, than he promised himself he'd be. It is Tony's choice. Badgering him about it isn't going to help. "I've seen you give speeches with more a' that shit in you, cawm on. You ain't getting out of this."

"You're such a dick." Tony grumbles but it's the grumbling of a resigned man, and sure enough, in the moment after, the brunet sits up and shuffles close to him. Steve had brought his guitar with him, his trusty ol' Les Paul, and he puts it in his lap now. "I'm still figuring out the words," he warns Tony, and the man hums, eyes blinking shut the way they do any time he's listening to something for the first time.

Steve's not the singer of the group, no, that's the brown-eyed bugger himself, and his voice can't quite hit the high notes. Still, he's used to this, relaying lyrics to Tony, and there's no discomfort about him as he sings, soft and a little husky, about the twisted machinations of media politics and the displacement of the working class. The political songs are always trickier because wording matters so very much--and while he's good at punchlines, good at finding the lyrics that'll stick, he's not the greatest at stringing it together into perfect, lyrical harmony. Structure. Narrative. That's where Tony excels, pulling in the threads, rearranging things, knowing what to cut out, what to bring in.

Steve's sitting cross-legged with his guitar in his lap, and when he gets to the bridge, Tony shifts to rest his head atop Steve's knee. His eyes blink open, and the look in them is thoughtful.

He finishes the song, and keeps his fingers poised ready over the strings.

"You've got a thought," he murmurs. Tony fixes one eye on him, the other shut so it's like looking at a still-frame wink. It pulls at the barely there wrinkles around his eyes in an interesting way that Steve absolutely doesn't pay attention to.

"Lead up to the bridge isn't strong enough." Tony says, "for one."

"I reckon that'll be percussion. Haven't picked Clint's brains yet. Cooper's still got that nasty fever." He explains.

"Still? Thought they went to the doc's?" Tony asks.

"It's sticking around." Steve says, "I think Laura's keen for another visit, though I'm not sure how much that'll help."

"You and your distrust of hospitals." Tony turns his eyes heavenward, rolling off Steve's lap and onto the bed. "Instead of ending with, giving it all to the very few, why not lead with, giving it all to the very few, into nobody's seeing what it all comes to. And you repeat that thrice before the chorus. Extends the song, yeah, but it gives that first part of the bridge more heft."

Steve sings it, Tony joining in to demonstrate how each iteration gets more caterwaul-like, more desperate. It works with the isolation of the bridge and Steve smiles, private and quiet. "Works." He makes a note in his writing journal, flipping the blue slide down from his multi-pen.

He's got a system: black for writing drafts, green for chords, blue for amendments. In between lines and lines of black, blue and green--scrawled down whenever he gets a good line or chord in his head--are throwaway lyrics and beats in red, from times when Tony leans over and whispers something into his ear, whatever brainworm's gotten ahold of him. And sure, Tony could pen it down himself but he travels light, and Steve doesn't think Tony's actually gone into his notes app before, is practically familial with the virtual assistant for anything he needs done. So it all comes to Steve.

He doesn't mind; sometimes, Tony's ideas spiral into his own. Other times, it's just nice to write something in a different colour.

They pick through the song like this, Steve discarding some of Tony's ideas which of course prompts Tony to spitball more outlandish suggestions, shuffling up onto his elbows. It's fun, this. Tony getting riled up ranks high for entertainment value alone, but Tony riled up over music? It's a privilege. Even as Tony's fingers being to tap manically against the back of Steve's elbow and his teeth begin to grind from the cocaine, it's not enough to break the normal, honest, downright beautiful joy of songwriting.

After the third time Steve catches Tony's legs from folding around his neck in a pretzel-like headstand, he clicks his tongue and squeezes the man's ankle. "Alright. You're bouncing off the walls. Go shag a model or something." Steve pats his ankle, "go on. I hereby relieve you of your brain."

Tony's whoop is longwinded and obnoxious, but the grin he sets upon Steve is wild, all unholy danger. He points at Steve, and says, "I wanna explore every crack in the fucking universe," here, he licks his lips absentmindedly, "and I'm starting with that sound tech's."

"You're vile." Steve says, calling after Tony as he heads out of the room, "don't fuck Sandra, she talks shit about you when you're taking a piss break!"

"That's not a turn-off!" Tony sing-songs as he flicks the door shut behind him.

#stevetony fic #stevetony drabble #stevetony #steve rogers #tony stark #my fics #my writing

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stonyauniverse · 8 months

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July 20th - August 19th

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There he was, like double cherry pie by Wolfsheart

Rated: T

Tags: May Parker (brief), James Rhodey Rhodes (mention), Pepper Potts (mention), Referenced Bobby Drake, Referenced Xavier School for the Gifted, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Bakery, Minor Bucky Barnes/Loki, Minor Bruce Banner/Thor, Minor Harley Keener/Peter Parker, Minor Pepper Potts/James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Bakery and Coffee Shop, Bakery Shop Owner Loki, Bakery Shop Owner Bucky Barnes, Coffee/Tea Shop Owner Clint Barton, Coffee/Tea Shop Owner Natasha Romanoff, Bookshop Owner Thor, High School Science Teacher Bruce Banner, Food Porn, Food, Dessert & Sweets, Gratuitous descriptions of pastries and pies, 5 times + 1 time, Artist Steve Rogers, Cake artist Steve Rogers, Mechanic Tony Stark

Summary: Five times Tony comes into the bakery to flirt with Steve, and the one time Steve goes to the garage to flirt with Tony.

Teacher, Teacher, Can You Reach Me? by @polizwrites

Rated: G

Tags: No Powers AU, Teacher AU pre-serum Steve, artist!Steve, young!Tony, Tony&Rhodey BroTP, Dares and Bets

Summary: After spotting a flyer at a new coffee shop, Rhodey dares Tony to attend a Sip and Sketch class; turns out the twinky blond barista is also the class instructor.

You Live Like This? by Sayah1112

Rated: E

Tags: Rape/Non-con elements, Mob boss Steve Rogers, Twink Tony, Angst, Face Fucking, Forced Blowjob, Mob AU, Non-consensual bondage, Blackmail, Humiliation, Enemies to lovers, Violence, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Howard Starks A+ parenting

Summary:

Mob-AU in which Steve Rogers in the head of the organized crime ring known as the Avengers. They rule New York with an iron fist and a take-no-prisoners attitude. Howard Stark has been getting in his way, bungling his deals, and selling SI weapons on the black market to the Avenger's enemies. Not to mention he is actively helping the police track down and capture his people. Steve can't let that stand. What better way to get back at man then to capture his only son?

Tony is out of the frying pan and into the fire. Living under an alias in a rundown apartment in Brooklyn, it's been a little over a month since he escaped out from beneath the press of his father's thumb. Disowned for the crime of being gay, Tony has been flying under the radar and trying to keep a low profile. That is, until he is captured by his father's enemies. They want their money back, and someone is going to pay.

Tony knows it won't be Howard.

I born in a messed up century by Hadrian

Rated: G

Tags: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Summary: Steve shouldn't be surprise: human never change.

Or, maybe, they can still surprise you, in their own way

A Cure for Every Ailment by @kandisheek

Rating: E

Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, Sounding, Doctor Tony Stark, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers

Summary: Doctor Stark is testing his new experimental treatment for erectile dysfunction on a group of volunteers. It works very well on Steve Rogers. Just not for the reason Tony thinks.

Or: Tony doesn't realize that sounding is a kink, and Steve never knew he had it.

The Quest by @scottxlogan

Rating: T

Tags: Alternate Universe, Treasure Hunting, Archaeologist Steve, Swearing, Action/Adventure, Adventure & Romance, Implied/Referenced Sex

Summary: Archaeologist Steve Rogers finds himself in the thick of danger and adventure after teaming up with his former mentor's son and current sidekick Tony Stark to chase down a rare treasure set to unlock all of humanity's mysteries along the way.

Shape of My Soulmate by @sivan325

Rated: M

Tags: Alternate Universe, Art Professor Tony Stark, Nude Model Steve Rogers, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Tattoos, Blushing Steve Rogers, Sorry Not Sorry, Fluff and Crack

Summary: Soulmate AU in which you could draw your soulmate's body before you know them.

Nowhere Near as Fun as it Sounds by ABrighterDarkness

Rated: T

Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, Body Swap, Enhanced Senses/Over-sensitivity, Minor Character Injury

Summary: “You’ve never said anything. At all. To anyone,” Tony blurted, the words and realizations that smacked him straight in the face in the most bizarre way possible. Mid-mission, at that. Terrible timing. But…he felt like this was one of those things he should have somehow already known. Something he’d have somehow already addressed and fixed. And not just because he was the one that was now suffering from the lack of knowledge.

“Neither have you,” Steve said, quiet and solemn.

Out with the Old by @scottxlogan

Rated: M

Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers, Non-serum Steve, Alternate Universe - 1980s, Alternate Universe - 1990s, New Year's Eve, New York City, Dirty Talking Steve Rogers, Dirty Talk, Swearing, Sexual Content, Alcohol, Hook-Up, Hopeful Ending

Summary: AU: Alone on New Year's Eve in 1989 in New York City, Tony decides to go all out in throwing a solo party for himself until sexy cashier Steve offers him a better alternative to a night of drunken loneliness.

The Journey by @scottxlogan

Rated: E

Tags: Established Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Anniversary, Threesome - M/M/M, Polyamory, Spanking, Sub Bucky Barnes, Dom Steve Rogers, Dom Tony Stark, Light BDSM, Sexual Content, Fluff and Smut, Restraints, Aftercare, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Role Playing, Dirty Talk, Feelings Realization, Friends to Lovers, Pole Dancing

Summary: Steve and Tony decide to take a special trip for their anniversary together. To spice things up they decide to gift each other a vacation with Bucky who is ready and willing to be what they need to make their anniversary even more memorable. Will it prove to be exactly what they needed to strengthen their marriage or will they find something more in their playtime with Bucky?

The Iron Captain by @kandisheek-art

Rated: G

Tags: Movie Poster, Old Hollywood

Summary: Tony and Steve star in Nick Fury's new movie.

All the World Below Me by Steph

Rated: T

Tags: no triggers or warnings

Summary: The trio finally has a chance to talk about some cultural (and biological) differences

Just like that...Back To Love by @scottxlogan

Rated: T

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Spies & Secret Agents, Idiots in Love, Feelings Realization, Past Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers, Swearing, Light Angst

Summary: Super spy Steve Rogers reflects on the mission he and his work partner/on and off lover Tony Stark put behind him and what it means to their future moving forward where matters of the heart are concerned.

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