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𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗧𝗛𝗬, 𝗜𝗠𝗣𝗘𝗧𝗨𝗢𝗨𝗦 𝗦𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗦

summary: After what you assumed would be a successful mission, things veer off-course and you're stuck with Bucky Barnes in Istanbul with no way out until morning. The tension between you comes to head and nothing will be the same again.

parings: Protective!Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Sniper!Agent!Curvy!F!Reader

word count: 6.5K

warnings: enemies to lovers, angst, canon-level violence with just a bit more blood, guns, reader is a sniper/sharp-shooter, hate-making out, degradation, fighting, insults and cursing, teasing/banter, reader and bucky don't know how to talk about their feelings (or to eachother), spanking, doggy, angry-horny, rough-ish sex, pent up anger, pent up sexual tension, power dynamics, protective!Bucky, vague hinting to Bucky's PTSD, no use of y/n, reader is tagged as curvy and is described as such but body description is kept to a minimum

a/n: this work is for @targaryenvampireslayer's Blind Date Writing Challenge! My prompts were "enemies to lovers" and "Again! Please, again!" I am incredibly thankful to Suz for letting me participate. I haven't been able to participate in a challenge since forever ago 😅 ALSO! This is my first time writing enemies to lovers, as well as curvy!reader! even though i'm curvy myself, i hope i did okay ♥ This work is not beta-read. all mistakes are my own. If any mistake is glaringly obvious, please feel free to message me and let me know! p.s. I listened to a lot of PVRIS + Nothing But Thieves writing this, can ya tell? p.p.s. the amount of willpower and struggle with my muse it took to finish this is... a lot. i think she scratched my cornea at some point.

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my ao3 | my masterlist title from: You Know Me Too Well by Nothing But Thieves Read this fic HERE on ao3! ♥Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated as always♥

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙪𝙚

Bucky Barnes has always hated you, and you have always hated Bucky Barnes. At least since you first met, that is.

Being the newest recruit– and only sharp-shooter– to grace the S.H.I.E.L.D. Direct Action Team’s roster since signing on the Sergeant James “Bucky” Barnes, the hostility was almost immediate from the second you walked in your first day.

You couldn’t help cringing– which would be quickly followed by raging annoyance and a slight migraine– without remembering your first time training with Bucky. He made it crystal clear he didn’t trust your previous experience or trainers, let alone your sniper training. Within the first week he ground your spirit into dust with his leather combat boots, quashing any attempts to defend yourself. And it’s not like you weren’t familiar with his history, either; he’d broken every single last sharp-shooter that came to the team before you, a hardass ex-assassin with an introverted mean streak who happened one of the top snipers in the United States Army during World War II. Old dogs certainly can learn new tricks, though, and it was extremely apparent when it came to Bucky Barnes.

When you finally had enough midway through the third week, you snapped at him after he corrected you for the umpteenth time on your foot positioning, pointedly informing him you weren’t built like you could take on a goddamned semi-truck with one hand.

Once you finished, he silently handed you a pistol and challenged you to a shoot off. One-handed. You considered it a tie. Tony considered the training range off-limits until he got government permission via S.H.I.E.L.D. to replace every single shooting target and torso dummy in the compound– including the extras.

After that, the two of you weren’t allowed in the gym, on the same mode of transportation, in the infirmary, or the training range without someone else to supervise with a tranquilizer gun at the ready and within arm’s reach of said supervisor. More often than not, though, the ‘someone else’ was either Steve or Natasha– depending who won the coin toss before training that day– and the tranquilizer gun wasn’t really more of a tranquilizer gun than it was a slight sedative to calm each of you down enough for either Steve, or Nat, to drag you out without kicking and screaming at each other. Granted, it only happened one time– a workout competition-turned-sparring match that lasted the better part of four hours– but everyone else agreed to keep it around. Just in case.

You learned, however, exactly how much ketamine it took to down a raging super soldier with a vibranium arm. You couldn’t help but make horse whinnies under your breath every time you passed Bucky in the compound for at least a week.

With a year of domestic missions underneath your belt, S.H.I.E.L.D. constituted you ready to travel with the DA Team on international missions and operations. You were elated, excited to prove your worth and wit to everyone; especially Bucky, because maybe then he’d be at least keen enough to start showing you a drop of respect.

Then there was the fallout of when you both learned you’d be sent on the next mission. Together. Albeit with Natasha and Clint– but together.

Fury said he didn’t have a choice. Tony claimed it was out of his hands. Natasha, while protecting a cowering Steve from the flames and daggers shooting out of yours and Bucky’s glares, flat out told you, “either you both learn to work together, or neither of you are working DA missions again,” adding, with gritted teeth and a pinched bridge, “The whole team thinks you’re a fucking pair of walking time bombs. I don’t wanna use the damn ketamine gun again.”

The next thing you knew, you were on a plane to Turkey with your rifle, wits, and the waiting promise of separate hotel rooms upon arrival.

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A reddened sun dipped over the Istanbul skyline, swathing the city in shadows. Dusk was imminent as you ascended the rusted fire escape and stepped onto the roof of the abandoned building; the dilapidated outside was perfect enough to designate it as the main stake out location. You sighed in awe at the view, catching the remnants of the sunset while pausing for a brief break before switching into ‘work mode.’

“Stop fuckin’ around, get into position,” Bucky said through your ear piece. Shit. You forgot he could see your video feed via the harness crossing over your chest and the cameras Natasha set up on the roof and the building next door.

“Sorry, Sarge, thought I’d enjoy the view before I dome some fuckin’ war criminal from a thousand yards away,” you huffed. The line went silent, save from what sounded like very faint cursing amidst the static. You rolled your eyes, swinging the gun bag off your back, unpacking and assembling and loading, preparing for working on yet another thrilling Saturday night.

You silently prayed the hotel had a decent bar with decent hours.

Dropping into a prone position, you were thankful for the custom-fit tac suit that hugged your body as your hips and thighs scraped against debris littering the roof as you positioned the scope of your rifle, placing your hand delicately on the trigger.

“In position,” you muttered, adjusting into a more comfortable, ready-to-bail position in case things went south. When you shot prone, it felt as if the mission at hand weighed just a bit heavier than others. More unbearable. The tactical suit and additional weapons attached to your aching body rivaled that of cinder blocks chained to your legs, weighing you down to the ocean floor in an attempted drowning while you tried to stay above water.

It's never gotten easier, but it's never been harder.

The past two days had been filled with inconsistent sleep, hiding out, and keeping watch, all while under the watchful eye of Bucky. Bucky, who was watching you from inside the stakeout building, who threw a super soldier temper tantrum about having to figure out the ‘nonsensical logistics’ of how to stream a fucking live video feed, who barely bothered to say a word to you while meeting Natasha at the location that morning– aside from graciously allowing you to borrow his weapons cleaning kit.

“You didn’t bring your own?” He cocked a judgmental brow at you, looking you up and down like a creature that crawled out of the Black Lagoon. Steely sea-blue eyes met yours, sharp and bright. Challenging. The collar of your tactical suit had instantly tightened.

“Figured we both use the same stuff, might as well bring the one to save space,” you shrugged, cocking a hip.

Bucky’s eyes flitted to your pronounced curve before you straightened, swallowing.

“Fine. Go nuts,” he sighed reluctantly, gesturing for you to sit in the guarded seat across from him. You sensed his piercing gaze follow you, feeling the same heat creep up your neck and cheeks just like all the other times he watched you. You chocked it up to an intimidation tactic, because it sure as hell worked.

You shook Bucky out of your brain. You needed to stay focused.

“Copy. Target is en route to position, t-minus two minutes. Make it clean and make it quick.” Natasha's voice was cool, calming you and the usual racing thoughts in your head during these types of missions. You preferred her over anyone else to be your spotter since your first time out in the field, but this time she was assigned to be the plant, luring the target away from the rather innocent party-goers so they wouldn’t be splattered with brain matter and skull fragments courtesy of you.

Though, you had to admit, in the right scenarios, that was one of the more satisfying things that came with being a sniper.

“Don’t fuckin’ rush it,” Bucky chimed in.

You rolled your eyes, ignoring him. “Copy, Nat, just keep dangling the carrot.”

“You know I’ll do more than that. Out.” You could hear her wink.

Two minutes might not seem like much, but missions like these can make it feel like a lifetime. Part of you hoped Bucky watched every second. The other half hoped you could smack the doubtful smirk off his stubble-ridden face– the same exact one he had whenever he watched you train. It was like he wanted you to fail. Like he was expecting it, anticipating it.

You pinched your wrist. Now was not the fucking time.

You brought the scope closer to your face, targeting the window Natasha would be bringing the target in front of. The crosshairs helped even out the scene while you lined up the shot right between the bedroom’s curtains. You readied yourself, focusing on breathing and controlling the rise and fall of your chest, steadying your bottom half. You blinked, then, and through the sights you spotted the golden shimmer of Natasha’s dress reflecting off the room’s low lighting. Finger on the trigger, delicately squeezing as the target’s head entered into the crosshairs, stepping unknowingly into the middle of your aim, mere seconds left to live, left until he rots in his deserved place in hell.

Exhale. Inhale. Hold. Pull.

The target dropped in mere milliseconds as the shot reverberated throughout your body, the sound thankfully muffled by your ear pieces and the silencer. The recoil of the rifle dug into your shoulder, fighting against the rest of your body anchored by stiffened muscles. You exhaled, shaky, still, pushing the scope from your face and resting your head on the cool metal of the stock, allowing it to sear into your burning forehead.

“Confirmed kill. Target down. Meet you back at the hotel, over,” Natasha’s breathless voice crackled into your ear.

“Copy. On my way down. Bucky do you–”

White hot pain suddenly seared through the back of your skull, slamming you face-first into your rifle. You clutched the back of your head, whipping around to be greeted by the dark void of a gun barrel. You froze, blood draining from your face, stomach free-falling as your gaze traveled up to meet crazed eyes and a twisted face. The man– your assaulter– was clad in black with hints of a tattoo running up his neck like blackened veins. No doubt the symbols hidden under his collar belonged to the syndicate run by his boss. The boss you just killed.

He snarled, yellowed teeth glistening in a maniacal grin. “You’re going to pay for that, little bitch,” he spat and nodded to your rifle as he shoved the barrel in your face. The metal practically branded you like marking a cattle for slaughter.

“Try me, prick,” you gritted through ringing pain and a locked jaw, snarling at the man as you rose, slowly, the barrel unmoving as the gun followed your position.

His grin widened. He began pushing you backwards towards the edge of the roof. Quickly, you kicked your foot out, catching his ankle and grabbing his wrist, pointing the gun at the darkened sky as you clawed at his fingers to release it from his grasp. A deafening shot rang out as you wrestled, sending an elbow straight into your jaw that shoved you away. He aimed for you again as you pulled a knife from your waistband, hurling it at any limb you could hit. It nailed him in his thigh, deep enough you knew it hit bone. He dropped the pistol in favor of his leg, allowing you enough of a break to kick the gun off the roof, sliding it off the opposite edge and down the fire escape.

You stood. You noticed the flicker, the fire, in the man’s eyes as it raged, burning brighter than the streetlights below. He yelled as he lunged, knocking you down again. Hard. Lungs deflated, pain seared through your spine, leaving you sputtering and gasping, grasping desperately for anything: his arms, his legs, your knife, your knife in his leg. Your head spun from the impact, rage and bile boiling in your stomach as arms and legs kicked and thrashed. The man grabbed you by your hair as if to scalp you, limping his way to the edge of the roof, dragging you along inch by inch. You deadened, going limp, hoping to make it that much harder for him to drag you with a knife in his fucking femur. Your stomach dropped as the wind picked up and the distance from the fire escape grew farther away. You knew what was in store: a five-story drop onto the hard street below.

With impressive strength for a man who was actively bleeding out– and bleeding all over you– he swung you around by the fistful of hair in his hands, dangling your bottom half off the edge of the roof. You fought the panic beginning to set in, thrashing your feet around in an attempt to find some sort of foothold as your hands scrambled to grip the ledge. To add insult to injury, he slammed your head down, skull and jaw dropping with a dizzying thump. A gruff laugh erupted from his chest, and he spat at you. You glanced hesitantly over your shoulder. The world stretched and morphed the longer you looked; your eyes saw a fifty-foot drop while your brain saw a thousand foot death sentence. You willed your sore neck to turn back to the man, only to fight the scream that bubbled up your throat at the sight of a miniature pistol pointed execution-style at you. You ceased any movement, eyes widening, grip tightening on the inch-thick ledge of the roof that held you from becoming a human pancake.

“Looks like you’ll pay after all, bitch!” He grinned, cocking the pistol and preparing to fire. As he squeezed the trigger, as you squeezed your eyes shut, there’s a muffled shot, and then a warm, oozing feeling running down your face and neck. Hesitantly, you opened your eyes, greeted by the sight of the man’s jaw slackened as his eyes began to roll back in his skull. A singular bullet wound centered on his forehead leaked brain and blood and bits of bone. He’s shoved over, body falling like a rag doll and spilling onto the roof. He’s quickly replaced by a seething, panting Bucky with a pistol pointed where your would-be-killer stood. Your eyes widened as your chest constricted, fingertips grinding against the edge as your arms burned and begged to be pulled to solid ground. He lowers the gun, lips parted, eyes boring into your soul like he’s seen a ghost.

“Sar–Bucky, I’m fuckin’ slipping here!” you yelled as your left hand began to give way to gravity. The entirely reasonable request seemed to piss him off even more as he cursed, dropping his gun and grabbing harshly onto your arms, yanking you back up. He dropped you onto the roof in a heap. While your muscles screamed and you hacked up your lungs trying to regain normal oxygen levels, the annoyance you harbored for Bucky returned just as quickly as the gratefulness you had for his rescue faded once he turned his back on you, heading to the fire escape.

“Thanks, Bucky, but Jesus fucking–”

He whipped around, blue eyes flashing crimson– a warning sign to choose your next words extremely carefully.

“Clean up n’ get the fuck down. I’m leaving with or without you in ten fucking minutes,” he seethed, fists clenching onto the fire escape bars. You winced at the groaning sound the metal emitted as he bent it out of place, imprinting his palm prints into the bars.

“Bucky, I– What do–” you stuttered. Thoughts were racing as you looked between him and your would-be murderer decaying in his own drying blood a few feet away. You looked back at him. His eyes, swimming with something unrecognizable, mixed with fear and anger plaguing his features– like he remembered something so vivid, so real, that he was reliving it again.

“Just,” he turns his back to you, voice shaking, “get down here.”

He disappeared, leaving you to clean up the mess.

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The back alleyway was lit with a single, softly glowing flood light that led out to the busy streets. Bucky, who was already waiting for you with a furiously tapping foot, surveilled you with a stuck-snarling lip as you jumped down from the fire escape. The gilded plates in his hand leading up under his sleeve glinted with the violet-tinted vibranium.

There's a moment, a beat, shared between you as you stood to look at him. You stared at one another, gazes unwavering and refusing to break, to blink. The shadows surrounding you began to move as if they were dancing on Bucky's face, sharpening his jaw, his features. He stayed on you, eyes flitting ever-so-slightly over your form.

Your face burned.

Bucky cleared his throat. “Take a fuckin’ picture why don’t ya?”

You rolled your eyes. “Could say th’same for you.”

He grumbled something– probably cursing you– under his breath. As he opened his mouth to hurl an insult your way, both your phones pinged.

♦ Natasha: Taking last flight out of IST. Jet coming early AM. Lay low. Don’t kill each other. Please. Talk soon.

You swallowed a groan.

“Fuckin’ great,” Bucky muttered, loud enough for you to hear.

“Uh, okay. Fuck you, too, then,” you shot at him defensively. Knee-jerk reaction. Pinching the bridge of your nose and kicking yourself, you dropped the subject. Not the fight you wanted to pick at that moment. “Let’s– let's just call a cab and get to the hotel.”

“No. I have a bike. And we’re going to a safehouse.”

“Bucky, it's dark enough, my bag is–”

Suddenly, he was much closer than a mere second before, backing you up against the wall of the stakeout building. He beat you in height by a decent amount, but him towering over you really put it in perspective. His broad shoulders heaved, vibranium arm whirring in overdrive as he jabbed a plated finger at you, his face inches from yours.

“I. Don't. Fucking. Care,” he stabbed each word into your sternum. “Bike’s down at the other end of the block. We're taking it, or you can fuckin’ walk. Doesn't matter to me.”

You wanted to take his finger and break it.

You glared, focus shifting between his startlingly bright blue eyes and the strange closeness of his face to yours. It was like you were seeing him– like, actually seeing him– for the first time in high definition. All of his details– the small scars by his hairline, the slight crookedness of his nose, crow’s feet and worry lines beginning to etch themselves into his skin, the indent between his brows– overwhelmed you as your eyes darted all over his face. You snapped back to his glare and were suddenly very conscious of your own facial expression that failed to rival his. You set your jaw and furrowed your brow.

You doubted it was convincing.

“Fine.”

He stepped back and started striding down the alleyway with you at his heels. Your grip on the straps of the gun bag burned your palms as you tried to keep up with Bucky’s annoyingly long strides. At the intersection between the main street and two shops sat a garage; it appeared closed for the night, but was still open to Bucky, apparently, who pulled a key out from under an unsuspecting plant. He unlocked the large metal door, lifting it to reveal a tiny space that was barely big enough to house the large motorcycle and a workbench scattered with parts and tools. He strolled in like he owned the place and grabbed one of the helmets hanging off the motorcycle’s handles, handing it to you with an outstretched arm as he saddled himself onto the bike. You looked from him to the helmet, mouth agape and brow arched in confusion.

When you didn’t take it, he rolled his eyes and shook it at you.

“C’mon, we don’t have all night.”

“When the hell did you–”

“I’ve got my ways. Now c’mon, put the damn helmet on,” he huffed, leaning back on the seat. His thick thighs clenched and straddled the gunmetal-body of the motorcycle. You held back the shiver that ran up your back as you crossed your arms, hip cocking out in defiance. In the briefest of pauses, Bucky stilled, and you swore you caught his eyes scanning down your body, your curves and full figure, before snapping back up to meet yours. He scoffed, smirking to himself and shaking his head.

“The fuck are you laughin’ at?” Your face turned hot, prompting your arms to hug tighter over your chest. You felt off balance.

He said nothing and tossed the helmet to you. Your arms uncrossed and reacted much faster than your brain did as you barely caught it, slipping it on. Pointedly sighing, you relented and climbed onto the bike as Bucky put his own helmet on, sliding the visor down. In the shortly-live silence, your breathing echoed his, the air weighing heavy with anticipation. You were suddenly hyper-aware of every single little touch, every tiny movement made, every breath taken– like a bucket of ice water getting splashed on you, you were present for what felt like the first time that night.

The bike roared to life and Bucky leaned forward to fit his body closer to the handles.

“Might wanna hang on,” he yelled over the noise. You hesitated, probably for a second too long for Bucky’s liking as he looked behind you and rolled his eyes (you knew he did, even behind the stupid visor.) He reached behind his back and grabbed your wrist, pulling you against him and wrapping your arm around his waist. Your free arm followed suit, tightly embracing him, heart pounding in your chest at the sudden act. You lurched forward as he rode out of the garage and began down the street; the location was a mystery to you, other than you knew it was one of the regular S.H.I.E.L.D. approved safehouses in Istanbul.

Weaving through the other bikes and cars, you couldn’t help but lean closer into Bucky, watching the lights and sights pass by in a blur. Fingers fanned over his abdomen as you held on, feeling the firm leather tac jacket against your skin– which became firmer upon pressing into him and feeling like you were palming a brick wall. Knees fit together at the sides of the bike, shifting ever-so-slightly whenever he braked or shifted. Worst of all, as you hugged your chest into his back, you had a front-row seat in viewing the way his broad shoulders twisted with laser-like precision as he drove.

It took every ounce of energy not to let go and fall off the bike.

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The four-flight trudge up to the safehouse– more like safeapartment, actually– was a miserable one, especially with twenty pounds worth of gear on your back and a highly impatient super soldier on your ass telling you to “hurry the fuck up.”

“Again: ‘m not built like a fuckin’ freight train, here, Bucky,” you panted as your legs struggled in rounding the fourth and final landing. He didn’t bother to wait for you, instead turning wordlessly off the landing, heading down the hallway to the door with the keys jingling against his vibranium hand. You caught up to him, standing awkwardly off to the side as he fumbled with the sticky lock, and you couldn’t help but watch the way his hands moved. The way the vibranium prosthetic moved as fluidly as his flesh and bone, the way the plates glinted in the dimly lit hallway, the way his fingers seemed to have a mind of their own.

Bucky swung the door open, pulling you out of your trance. He flicked on a light switch to reveal a small apartment complete with a cramped living room, couch, small T.V., and an open kitchen in the back. A hallway diverted off to the left, presumably to the bathroom and–

“It’s a one bedroom,” Bucky muttered, stepping into the apartment. You looked at him incredulously.

“You– you’re kidding, right?” you asked, closing the door behind you and dropping your bag off to the side.

“No. Why would I?” Bucky turned to you, cocking a brow with hands set on his hips, revealing his undone tac jacket and the tightest fucking dry-fit shirt underneath. It was practically a second skin, hugging against his abs you felt earlier. You stared slack-jawed at him like he didn’t just hear himself speak.

“Because there’s only one fucking bed?”

“Yeah. And I’m taking it. You get couch duty,” he stated matter-of-factly. His crooked smirk prodded at your nerves.

You scoffed and mirrored his stance. “What? No! I did the work today, you sat around and just… watched.”

His face hardened. “I sat and just… watched?” he repeated, tone challenging you as he took a step forward.

You swallowed. “You heard me.”

One second, you were ready to hurl another choice word at Bucky. The next, you were slammed against the back of the door. Hard.

Bucky had rushed you, grabbing your arms with bruising force and forcing them up, pinning your wrists on either side of your head. You yelled in protest, failing to squirm out of the cage that was his body.

“Look at me right fuckin’ now,” he demanded, lips curling into a snarl and bared teeth. His voice turned, a complete 180. Dominating, commanding, enraging. When you didn’t obey instantly, he slammed your wrists against the door again.

“Look at me!”

“No! Fuck– Get off me!”

With your feet still free, you started kicking him, eliciting what sounded like a growl that rumbled from deep within his chest. Bucky passed your wrist in his metal hand off to his flesh one, pinning both hands above your head while shoving a thick thigh between both of yours– right against your core. An uncontrollable yelp escaped from you as he pushed. Heat pooled in your lower stomach, and it took every bit of control to stop yourself from clenching your thighs together automatically. The fire Bucky ignited only grew, imaginary flames roaring in your stomach and racing up your limbs. His prosthetic hand snaked up your neck and squeezed your chin, squishing your cheeks and lips, forcing your eyes to him.

You felt lightheaded. Bucky– fuck, nobody– ever grabbed you like that; like you belonged to them. To him.

“You’re gonna listen to me, and listen good,” he shook your face, “I saved your fuckin’ life tonight, ‘member? When you were defenseless and as good as fuckin’ dead on that roof? You made me shoot that piece of shit point blank. You made me almost shoot you.”

His voice shook and he looked away, biting his lip then coming back to you. “I fuckin’ saved your life when you should’ve saved your own. If it’d been any later– if I’d been a second later–” He steadied a breath, shaking his head and scoffing a laugh. He focused back on you with wildly electric blues. “I saved your life. Therefore, I get the goddamned bed tonight. Got it?”

You stared at him for a second longer before nodding gently. The energy building between you was enough to burn the entire building down if someone lit a cigarette. A smirk slowly bloomed across your lips. He released your chin, hand sinking down to rest against your collarbone.

“Is that all, Sergeant?”

His Adam's apple bobbed.

“What did you just call me?” he whispered, sliding a vibranium palm around the column of your neck, plated fingers resting on your pulse point. He twitched. Inches.

“You heard me.”

The air, thick in the apartment, felt charged.

“Needja t’say it again. Can’t hear too well,” he slurred, licking his lips. Eyelids fluttering, hands squeezing. Centimeters.

“Whatever you say,” you lilted. Millimeters. “Sergeant.”

Lightning struck. Everything ignited, setting fire to both of you as Bucky’s lips seared into yours. Hard, sloppy, desperate as tongue and teeth swapped secrets like old friends. He was unexplored territory, yet he felt so familiar. His prosthetic slowly relented the grip on your wrists, dropping to your shoulder, sliding down your chest where he greedily groped and slid over every last peak and dip of your body: tits screaming for release from your suit; hips jerking in short bursts at his every movement. He grabbed your ass and pulled you closer, forcing your thick thighs to spread wider as his own pushed further against your arousal.

“Been–” Bucky smacked your lips, kissing hungrily across your cheek and biting down your neck, “Shit– Been wanting this so– long, fuck–” He pressed into you, his cock harder a gun in his waistband. You couldn’t hold onto the intensely lust-filled moan that spilled from your throat much longer. Bucky grinned against your neck, lapping and sucking and marking your skin like he owned you. Like he could do whatever he wanted to you.

And you let him.

“Gotta get this shit off you,” Bucky mumbled into your neck as he shed his own jacket, face not leaving your skin. Rough hands grabbed onto you and ripped away the buckles and buttons of the jacket that kept your body from him. A deep groan rumbled inside his chest as he threw the top half of your suit to the side, drinking in the beautiful sight of your body, hugged in all the right places by the cami that was riding up your stomach while your tits gasped for air, spilling out, fighting against your sports bra.

“Holy–fuck, holy shit.”

Bucky Barnes was speechless. And you were the reason why.

He stopped as your wrists came down from above your head and fell down your frame.

“God, you’re fuckin’ beautiful.”

Your heart stopped.

“You’re telling me.”

Another charge surged and you threw yourself at Bucky, sending both of you stumbling through the living room. Hands grasped and groped. Fingers busied themselves with removing clothing, undoing pants to throw one way and stripping shirts to toss another. You were magnetized to him, carding through his cropped chocolate hair, hooking your arms behind his neck– which was still bare and practically begging you to mark it in every way you knew. Stumbling over an end table, knocking into the wall that led down the hallway, dragging one another to the bedroom only to pause when you whined at Bucky to shut the door.

Both of you were near-naked, relishing in each other’s skin by the time you made it to the bed, falling on it with him on top of you in a heap. Bucky hiked you further up the bed, dropping you onto the several pillows that made it feel like Cloud 9. You looked up at him straddling your hips with legs that seemed to spread wider the further down he sat. Eyelids fluttered while your pupils adjusted to the dark bedroom. What lay before was a scene out of your wildest fantasy.

Bucky sat back on his hips, hair spiking out in wild tufts, cock aching to break free from the confines of his briefs as he stared back at you hungrily. His tongue jutted out to wet his lips, dragging the bottom half back into his teeth while his lust-blown pupils trained directly on you. You truly hadn’t registered the god-like, sculpturesque muscles leading down his chest and over his rippling abs that finished in a very defined ‘V’ below the waistband of his briefs. The veins bulging in his arm and hand were enough to send you spiraling. Everything before you left you speechless. Wanting. Needing.

Bucky slid painstakingly slow hands over your hips, up your waist, your ribs, slipping curious fingers underneath the hem of your sports bra. He didn’t rip it off like you expected, however.

He looked at you. Really looked at you. “You–” his Adam’s apple bobbed, “y’know this’ll change everything. Right?”

You nodded, eager, confident. “Yeah. I– I know.”

“You wanna do this?” He tugged harder.

“Yes.” Another tug. Your tits begged for release.

“And you… got protection, er–” he hesitated, cocking a brow.

“Pill. I–I’m on the pill,” you breathlessly assured him. You added with a shrug, “I assume you didn’t bring any…”

He scoffed a laugh. “You weren’t exactly on my list of things t’do.”

“Well I hope I’m a top priority, now.”

“Number fuckin’ one.”

The elastic tore as he ripped the fabric, finally releasing your breasts from their constraint. Bucky discarded your ruined bra and turned back to you. His hands gravitated automatically to your chest, kneading, squeezing; thumbs and index fingers on both sides felt around for your nipples and pinched the sensitive buds, eliciting a squeal from you and another rush of arousal flooded your core.

Bucky hummed while locking his lips onto a pointed peak, mouthing and nipping and sucking. You mewled, running a hand up the back of his head and through his messy hair. His vibranium hand started downwards, sending your senses into overdrive as metal fingers teased the hem of your hipsters that met the crease in your thigh. He released your swollen nipple with a pop.

“Fuck you’re soaked, baby,” he moaned. Tugging your hipsters down your legs, he returned to leaning back on his hips. You’re breathless, panting, melting before him as he palms his thick erection. The girthy, leaking head poked over the waistband, aching to finally meet you. To feel you.

He stripped his briefs off, springing his cock free. You couldn’t tell if the uncontrollable moan that escaped from your lips was because of how mouth-watering he was or the thrilling worry that flooded your mind at the thought (and soon-to-be very real act) of fitting him– all of him– inside you. You glanced at him, catching the way his eyes darkened into something sinister, something hungry and uncontrollable. His jaw hardened as he pumped himself, leaking precum droplets onto your thighs.

“Get on your fuckin’ stomach,” he commanded. You obeyed, willing to do anything in your power to quell the iron-hot ache that made your pussy throb with want. The second your palms hit the mattress he grabbed you, hands bruising your love handles and ass as he yanked you back to him, shoving your face down into the pillows. With your cheek pressing into the mattress, face squishing into your elbow, all of the oxygen was pulled from your lungs. A beat of silence filled the void between you before a loud SMACK followed by a stinging pain radiating from your ass.

SMACK. “That was for the back talk.”

SMACK. “That was for scarin’ me t’night.”

SMACK. “And that was for makin’ me have to wait this long to fuck your stubborn ass.”

Drool dripped from the corner of your mouth and onto the sheets as you chewed your lip, trying (and failing) to dull the harsh, hot pain. Hands gripping your hips, bruising and rough, he yanked you back to meet his front. His cock jammed in between your cheeks as he grinded on you, kneading your ass to mold around him.

“You’re gonna take me,” he rasped, low and throaty. “All of me.”

You felt him line himself up with your entrance, his girthy head poking and prodding at your entrance. A beat. Hesitation from both of you before he finally snapped forward, plunging into you, filling you, stretching you wider than you could’ve imagined. Once inside, he paused, shifting inside you, cursing breathlessly at the perfect fit. You groaned and desperately shifted your hips in silent hope that Bucky would fucking move. The stretching, the fullness, everything gnawed at your insides that were begging for release. For pleasure.

“F-fuck Bucky, please–!” He slowly, painfully, rolled his hips in small, dragged-out thrusts before pulling out of you with the most self-control you’d ever see from him and jamming right back into you.

“Fuck! Again! Please, again!”

He obeyed you; his hips gradually began to pick up speed, thrusting erratically into you.

“Gimme your arm,” he gritted between hissed curses. Your brain was on a three-second delay between hearing him and when you started to twist; too slow for Bucky’s liking, he growled, bending– and, in turn, stuffing himself until his base scraped your ass– to grab your arm, pinning against your back with a stern hold. The pain, the pleasure, the all-of-it fanned the flames inside you, growing hotter and hotter and threatening to implode.

“‘M so close, baby, so–” he gasped, “Fuck, where do I–?”

“Back,” you answered, muffled against the sheets. “My back, I– ah!” You clenched around him, locking him in place as the implosion erupted within you. White-hot flashes of intense pleasure shot through your veins like a lethal shock. You screamed. You trembled. You felt the most all-consuming release rock you to your core, all while Bucky drilled into you harder, faster, his own coil on the brink of snapping. His hips began to stutter into you while you rode your high, mewling when it was time to pull from you in a hurry, his fist furiously pumping the last few seconds. A pleasured cry came from his body as hot ropes shot onto you, painting your skin in warm bursts, cum pooling where your spine arced. He groaned. Fist slowing in pumps, he fell onto the covers next to you in a heap as you cautiously lowered your back.

For a minute it was just your labored breathing echoing one another. The smell of sex lingered in the air, the distant sounds of the streets below and within the quiet building were muffled by the walls of the bedroom. It felt like forever before the bed shifted. Bucky stood, fumbling around on the ground for his discarded briefs. Kneeling back onto the bed, you flinched at the suddenly soft touch of fabric as he cleaned you up, wiping your skin until satisfied. He tossed the boxers back onto the ground somewhere unseen, rolling over back to his place next to you. You couldn’t help the smile on your lips, biting it back as you flipped over to look at Bucky, who was already staring at you with a soft smile.

“Thanks.”

He shrugged in response. “Looks like we both needed it.”

You nodded. “Does this mean ’m still sleeping on the fuckin’ couch?”

“Hm. No, I’ll let you off the hook,” he said, grabbing the covers and pulling them over you both.

“I think I like being off the hook better than being on it.”

“Mhmm, sure,” he hummed. The covers shrouded you as he placed a metal hand on your cheek, rubbing his thumb in soft circles as he pulled you in for another electrifying kiss.

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shewhohangsoutincemeteries · 1 year

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wrapping up the last three hundred and sixty-five days with a round up of all the 'x reader' fanfiction I have published in 2022. thank you all for all your requests, feedback, reblogs and support over the last twelve months, especially during the 10k month of fic! sharing this love for these characters with you all is such a mental refresh for me, and hopefully I can publish even more fics in 2023. and I hope that you'll love all the new fics as much as you've loved these ones :)

happy new year!

full content warnings and content can be found on each individual post, and each fic is labelled for length. follow me on bartonstark to find all my fic in one place, or check out my ao3. smut/sexual content: *** personal favourites: ///

BRUCE BANNER:

afterwards (drabble) *** aftercare with bruce.

bend, don't break (oneshot) *** /// the take a reprieve during a party, and take a new step in your relationship.

fear and loving in iowa (oneshot) when you’re injured in johannesburg, bruce blames himself.

fireworks (oneshot) thanks to the frigid air at the top of the tower, you share a tender moment.

first times (drabble) *** having sex with bruce for the first time.

p.s. (ficlet) an unfinished note leaves you confused during your college graduation.

restoration (oneshot) after johannesburg, you have nightmares. bruce provides you with comfort.

BUCKY BARNES:

bedside manner (oneshot) sam calls you to say bucky has been hurt on a mission,and you panic.

early hours (oneshot) *** after a mission, all bucky wants to do is crawl into bed with you.

morning grind (drabble) *** morning sex with bucky.

shards of glass (oneshot) *** /// you share a past, and now bucky's tracked you down to find closure.

CLINT BARTON:

after hours (oneshot) *** clint stops by your office after work to distract you the best way he can.

body heat (oneshot) *** /// the there's-only-one-bed trope in the back of an suv during a blizzard.

bound (drabble) *** clint is really into bondage and you're happy to spoil him.

coffee break (ficlet) there's an avenger bleeding in the bathroom of the cafe where you work.

crossroads (oneshot) clint receives an offer that could change his life & you encourage him to take it.

a delicate hand (oneshot) /// clint attempts to pull you out of a funk by helping you get ready for the event.

green light (oneshot) *** /// you surprise clint with a new toy, and he is very eager to try it out.

hey, you (ficlet) *** /// you receive a note from a certain avenger in the middle of a crowded bar.

in the stacks (ficlet) *** you steal a moment of intimacy in the back of a bookshop together.

respite (oneshot) when you’re hurt on a mission, clint has to convince you to take a breather.

think of me (oneshot) *** /// when you're dragged out for a night, clint has an idea of what to do in the club.

three a.m. (oneshot) /// a knock on your window comes from a certain injury-prone avenger.

we could play pretend (oneshot) you bond over all the little things you miss about being in a relationship.

welcome home (drabble) *** you welcome clint home after he's been away on a mission.

JESSICA JONES:

reprieve (oneshot) she has to drag you out of a dingy bar in the middle of the night.

snooze button (drabble) jessica isn't exactly a morning person.

MARC SPECTOR:

fast lane (drabble) *** /// marc gives you a preview in the car of what to expect when you get home.

NATASHA ROMANOFF:

follow my lead (oneshot) natasha offers to teach you how to slow dance.

PETER QUILL:

raincheck (oneshot) /// convincing quill to go to bed isn’t exactly an easy feat.

SAM WILSON:

miss me? (oneshot) you're finally reunited with sam in the middle of the battle of earth.

soul food (oneshot) /// when you’re sick, he ditches his responsibilities just to make you feel better.

STEVE ROGERS:

lost time (oneshot) *** late for your date, steve walks in on you working off your frustrations.

TONY STARK:

afterglow (drabble) *** after care with tony.

as you're told (oneshot) *** /// tony calls you to his office with a new game in mind…

between the sheets (oneshot) *** you've decided to try for a baby, and tony can't wait to get started.

come back to me (oneshot) after tony almost dies, you’re left lost and furious at what just happened.

count (oneshot) *** /// tony is nothing if not a giver. but… he is also a bit of an asshole.

echo (oneshot) /// you’re struggling to forget the past, so you try to bring part of it back to you.

idiot (drabble) *** just an soft, sexy moment between the two of you.

insatiable (drabble) *** the real question is, which one of you is the bigger tease?

mood lighting (ficlet) *** tony spoils you by candlelight.

on your knees (oneshot) *** the idea of having you on your knees is far too tempting for tony to resist.

quick question (oneshot) tony has a question to ask you, battlefield be damned.

red and gold (ficlet) an afternoon in central park lets you appreciate the seasonal color change.

simple pleasures (drabble) *** tony loves nothing more than eating you out.

sober hearts (oneshot) a look at your relationship as it has evolved over the years.

spare key (drabble) *** you give tony a key to your apartment.

subtlety (oneshot) *** impatient, you make use of the ‘emergency stop’ button in the elevator.

warm hands (ficlet) *** the two of you share an intimate interlude out in the snow.

WANDA MAXIMOFF:

hold tight (oneshot) *** /// she loves to spoil you & sometimes that means leaving you a quivering mess.

reflected in you (oneshot) you try on your new uniform, and wanda helps you find your confidence.

spicy sweet (oneshot) *** you plan on surprising wanda, but disaster means a change of plans.

sweetness (oneshot) *** /// wanda loves the way you sound, and doesn’t care who else hears it.

THREESOMES/POLYAMORY:

hands free (oneshot) *** /// you find clint on the phone, and you can’t help but distract him.

player three (drabble) *** /// clint x bucky x you. game night takes a turn when they team up on you to win.

SERIES:

to ashes chapters (full series, this year's chapters in bold) prologue - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 - 22 - 23 - more to come...

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iam93percentstardust · 1 year

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Birthday Prompt: I love my husband too much?! (From a Reddit thread). Happiest of birthdays, thanks for all you do for fandom!

Thanks! I decided to try something different and wrote this as an epistolary with Steve as an advice columnist and Tony as his lovelorn admirer.

October 21, 2018

Hey Steven,

I met someone today. Not to sound like a Hollywood rom-com, but, well, it was like something out of a movie. I was deliberately running late to a budget meeting—I keep hoping that if I’m late to enough of them, my assistant will stop making me go (unlikely since my name is on the building, but a guy can dream, right?). Where was I? Anyway, so I was running late, and I was making myself later by grabbing coffee at this little shop by our offices. And wouldn’t you know it? But I bumped into someone going out at the same time I was going in.

Coffee went everywhere, all over both of us, and as he was apologizing profusely and telling me all about how he’s going to buy me a new shit, he takes a look at the shirt in question and abruptly changes his tune to, “Well, maybe I can afford a button. Two, if I’m lucky.”

And I was so amused that I insisted on buying him another coffee to replace the one that had spilled, and we got to talking, and we both wound up missing our appointments. Turns out that’s why he was in such a hurry too—he had a staff meeting at this news site he works at that he needed to be at.

I’d apologize for making him miss it, but Steven, when I tell you he’s amazing, I mean that he’s incredible. He’s beautiful, like Adonis brought forward in time. He’s kind, and he’s funny, and he’s so, so smart. He couldn’t keep up with me when I started talking engineering—not that many people can—but that didn’t matter because he came at my problem from a whole different angle that I would never, not in a million years, have thought of, and would you look at that, but he solved it for me.

I liked him a lot. I’d even go so far as to say I’m enamored. But, Steven, I messed up. My assistant called me, and I greeted them like I always do—with a bright and cheerful, “Light of my life!” It’s a little inside joke between us, and I didn’t think anything of it since it’s never meant anything to either of us, but when I finally got off the phone with her and got back to our table, it was empty. My Adonis had left. All I had to go on was his name and the news site he works on.

Maybe I’m being creepy, but Steven, I really think we had something special. Do you think I have a chance? Is there even anything I can do? I don’t know how to find him again outside of getting his personal information from his company, and I’ve been told that’s really creepy, and I shouldn’t do it.

Do you have any advice for me?

Love (is that how people sign these things? I’ve never read one of these columns before),

Enchanted to Meet You

Hey Enchanted,

Here’s what you do: tomorrow morning, at 7 am, you go to the coffee shop you met at. I know it’s early, and you said you’re not really a morning person, but trust me on this. I don’t think your Adonis (and I’m pretty sure you’re using the wrong descriptor there; he’s no Adonis) can afford to miss another meeting, so he’ll have to get there earlier than he usually does if you want to meet.

You go to the coffee shop. You order whatever ridiculous monstrous excuse of a coffee you decide to order this time (seriously, you’re so wrong about coffee; it should be drunk black with maybe one sugar to appreciate the flavors). And then you wait.

I promise you that he’ll be there with his phone number this time, so you can call—or text, whatever works for you—him whenever you want. Because he wants you to, I can promise you that too. He really wants to talk to you again.

Good luck,

Steven

P.S. And it’s Steve, by the way. Not Steven.

November 20, 2020

Hey Steven,

It’s been a while since the last time I wrote into your column. Last time, I asked for advice on a missed connection. It’s been two years since then, and you’ll be pleased to hear that not only did I find my Adonis again, but that last night, he and I got engaged!

I love him, Steven. I love him so much. I love him more than I’ve ever loved anyone, which scares me because I have a habit of falling too hard and too fast. He and I might have moved pretty slowly, but it wouldn’t be the first time I got burned by someone I fell in love with or even by someone I was engaged to.

But I still love him.

When I wrote in last time, I said he was incredible, and he’s only gotten more incredible since then. I fall more in love with him every day. He’s kind and he’s stubborn and he won’t suffer a bully. He almost got arrested last year for punching some a**hole in a bar who wouldn’t leave me alone. He’s beautiful. I call him my Adonis, but I’m really not exaggerating. He’s like a drop of sunlight given human form, and when he smiles, It could warm the coldest night. And it helps that he’s pretty incredible in bed too ;)

But I’m scared. I’m nearly fifteen years older than him, and I don’t know what he’s doing with me. No one wants to stick around me for long, not unless I’m paying them, so what could someone so young and beautiful ever want with a going grey, washed up old man like me? He’s got his entire life ahead of him. Me? I just had to arrest my business partner for treason, and now I’m being audited because I don’t know how deep his dealings went in the company.

What do I do, Steven? I don’t want to lose him, but I’m terrified he’ll realizes he deserves better. Should I just let him go now?

Love,

I’d Marry You With Paper Rings

Hey Paper Rings,

You say you think you’re not good enough for him, but maybe he doesn’t think he’s good enough for you. Maybe instead of thinking you’re old, he thinks that he’s young, but you’re worldly and experienced. Maybe he thinks your silvering hair is distinguished. Maybe he likes your reading glasses. Maybe they make him so hot, it’s all he can do to stop himself from dragging you off to bed over his shoulder like a caveman. Maybe he thinks you’re the most handsome man he’s ever met.

Maybe he’s glad you proposed because he was so terrified you deserved someone more experienced than him that he was never going to work up the courage to ask.

Go home, Paper Rings. Take the day off and go home and talk to your Adonis. Tell him you’re scared. I’ll be he’s scared too. I bet he wants to talk to you about how scared he is. But the important thing is to talk to him. Nothing will change if you just stay silent about how you’re feeling.

Good luck,

Steven

July 26, 2021

Hey Steven,

Well, I did it. I f*cked it all up. I talked to my Adonins last year, like you said, and we were good back then. But then I got all in my head about it. I’ve been putting off wedding planning for months anow, and he finally snapped.

He yelled at me last night—and I deserved it—and I don’t know. I don’t know if I didn’t say what he wanted to hear or if I didn’t say enough of it or if he just didn’t believe me. But he left, steven. He left, and he didn’t come back last night. His friends say he’s fine, but he won’t answer my calls or tell me if he’s coming home.

I think he’s gone for good.

I love him, Steven. I can’t lose him. I’ll do better this time around. I’ll talk to him. I’ll go to every suit fitting, every cake testing, every flower smelling. I’ll marry him tomorrow if he wants me to. Just—I can’t lose him. I love him too much.

Love,

Stay, Stay, Stay

Hey Stay,

Go home tonight. Go home at a reasonable hour, even if you have to use your AI to remind you (thought I’m sure it would mean more to him if you remembered on your own). Cook his favorite meal—that spaghetti you gave him on your first date with the meatballs from that recipe your mom gave you that she got from her Nona. Go to his friend Sam’s house. Give him the dinner and then try not to drop it when he kisses you. Talk to him again. I’m sure he’d marry you tomorrow if you wanted that too, but he doesn’t want to rush because he loves you too much to rush this. Tell him you love him. He loves you too.

Good luck,

Steven

November 2, 2022

Hey Steven,

I think I love my husband too much. Yes, that’s right; after four years, my Adonis is now my newlywedded husband. We’re on our honeymoon right now—a gorgeous seaside house in Greece—and he’s sleeping beside me, the early morning sunlight turning his bare skin gold—he’s turning me into a poet, and all I could think about was how much I love him and what I would do for him.

I would kill for him.

I would conquer nations for him.

I would tear the universe apart for him.

I would give every penny I have away if he asked me to.

I would buy him every giant stuffie in the world. Nothing says love like a giant bunny, right?

But I’m getting off topic. The point is—I love him. I adore him. I can’t imagine my life without him.

I love him.

I love you.

Love,

You’re My Lover

Hey Lover,

Next time you feel like waxing poetic about me, why don’t you wake me up and tell me to my face instead of writing to my advice column?

Love,

Steven

P.S. I love you too.

#alle writes #stevetony

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scarlettjohanssons-mistress · 2 years

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can i request an angsty wanda x fem!r where they are together and wanda is getting a little too close with the walking toaster (no hate to vision… well maybe a little for this fic) so r confronts her and it ends in quite a nasty breakup but when r goes on a mission and it goes wrong and she almost dies wanda realizes she still loves her and they get back together? Lots of kisses by the way (p.s. loved the cruella fic and excited for part two!)

Break my heart one more time

Warnings: Angst and fluff, mention of death, love triangle, use someone else

Word count: 5.7 K

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Vision, Carol Danvers x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Reader and Wanda have a good relationship, with happy moments and some difficult moments. After a silly argument, Wanda begins to approach Vision, and without realizing it, Wanda is unfaithful to Reader, but, everything has its end, right?

Requests: OPEN

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A cold hand caressed my belly, causing me a slight chill, causing a small laugh to be heard next to my ear, making me open my eyes. I could only see the disorganized closet and the small shelf where I had left my book the night before, so I turned around, so I could directly look into my girlfriend's beautiful green eyes.

“Good morning” greet her with a smile

"Good morning, baby" she wrinkled her nose, teasing me to kiss her "did you sleep well?"

“ Mmm like a baby”

I hid my face in the curve of her neck with the intention of going back to sleep, until the alarm on my cell phone warned me, that I would have to start waking up to go to Steve's meeting

"Hmm, I don't want to go to the meeting, will you go?"

"No, I managed to convince Steve that he could have the day off." She stretched out and stuck her tongue out, teasing me.

"Wanda, believe me, if you weren't my girlfriend, I would be very envious of you" she gave her a kiss on her forehead and I went to the bathroom.

I took a shower and did all my needs to go out and get dressed directly

"You're going to try to get there early, right?"

She sat on the bed, while she watched me get dressed and fix my hair a bit.

"I don't know, sweetness, I'll try to do my best" I approached her and gave her a kiss "I love you"

"I love you more"

"Lie, I love you much more" sharpen the voice to make her laugh

"Go away, you're going to be late"

"Love you"

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I entered the bedroom floor, after a long day of work, meetings, research and so on, not counting the fact that my girlfriend had not answered my messages for more than 2 hours, but I thought it would be normal, Wanda can reach getting so caught up in a TV show that you might forget to breathe; great was my surprise when the only person I found in front of the TV in the main room was Natasha, crying watching ' Titanic '

"Where's Wanda?"

The poor woman jumped up and quickly wiped the tears from her face, cleared her throat and deigned to look at me.

"Since you didn't show up for her appointment today, Wanda was furious, she walked around the house saying she didn't want to miss the reservation, so Vision accompanied her"

"Wait, what? Like the toaster went out with MY girlfriend on a date, which I couldn't go to because Steve and Tony assholes wouldn't let me go?" I sat next to the woman, while the redhead laughed

"Relax, Romeo. Surely they won't be long"

"Well, I'll have to wait for her here, seeing how the fearsome Black Widow cries watching a horrible love movie"

"I wasn't crying, I was just watching a cult movie, just like Sam told me"

"Sure princess"

The minutes passed, and even after a long time, I saw how the elevator opened and I heard the beautiful laugh of my girlfriend. She was wearing a beautiful pink dress, with straight hair and nice makeup.

"Hello Wanda"

“Oh hello love”

"Good evening Miss Y/N, I hope you didn't mind that Wanda and I went out..."

"Don't worry, I just want to go to sleep" I took Wanda's arm and guided her to our room

“Good night Vis, good night Nat”

"See you tomorrow, ladies"

"Sleep and don't fuck"

We got to the room and I quickly sat on the bed watching as Wanda began to take off her clothes.

“Honey, I'm really sorry. I tried my best to get out of the meeting early, but…”

"I know, baby, work doesn't set you free"

I took her hand and pulled her forcing her to stay between my legs so I could hug her

"But tell me, was it nice to have dinner with the human microwave?"

"Don't tell him like that" she hit me gently causing me to laugh "just so you know I had an incredible time, you knew that Vision ...

I easily spent an entire hour listening to Wanda ramble about Vision , until, without realizing it, I fell asleep, lulled to sleep by my girlfriend's voice.

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“Carol”

"Hello y/n"

We both hugged each other, after years of not seeing each other, to sit down again in the conference room of the complex

"How have you been? Have you kept the galaxy safe?"

"I've done my best" we both laughed "and you? How is your relationship with the little witch?"

“Well, you know, we have some fights, but nothing out of the ordinary”

"That's great"

I could see the uncomfortable look on Carol's face, but Tony cut us off.

They gave us the day off, after working tirelessly, and just as I was about to leave the room to go straight into my girlfriend's arms, Carol's hand grabbed my wrist, making me stop.

"Hey, Natasha and I are going to go to a bookstore and a store that Natasha wants to visit, do you and Wanda want to come with us?"

“Sure, that would be great; I have to ask Wanda, but I doubt very much that she will say no”

"Sure, we'll wait for you in the parking lot"

I got to the bedroom floor and walked over to mine, only to find Wanda lying on the bed, almost asleep.

"Baby" I shook her to try to get her up "baby" she opened her eyes and gave me a smile "hey, Carol is here, and she wants us to go to the city, you, Nat and me"

" Mmm , I don't think I can go, my stomach is hurting"

"Oh baby, do you want me to stay with you? I can tell the girls that..."

"No, love, go away, I know you've been wanting to see Carol for a long time" Wanda caressed my cheek with her hand and I kissed her palm "I'll be fine"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes" she kissed me "now go before I regret it and lock you up, to have you all to myself" she tried to take a bite making me laugh

"Try to get you back, because when I come back, I'll make you see the stars"

The girls and I arrived at the compound shortly after, and just as I was going to go straight to my room to check on Wanda, I found her decorating cookies with Vision .

"Wanda?"

They both jumped, causing Wanda to spill some of the icing, but she gave me a reassuring smile.

“Oh hi Y/N”

"Aren't you supposed to be sick?"

"Oh no, I feel much better already, Vision me..."

I walked up to her, grabbed her head in my hands and kissed her forehead.

"are you OK?"

"Yes" now she kiss my cheek

"Would you like to go to the room to, show you how much I love you?" I whisper in her ear

“Honey, I don't feel like it” she walked away from me “Besides, Carol is here, it would be better if you were with her. Then we'll have fun, you and me."

"Sure... I guess, it's a good idea"

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Today was Carol's last weekend on earth, so we thought we could go out to a bar, have some fun, but Steve, Vision , and Wanda herself didn't want to go, so much to my chagrin, I went back. to go out without my girlfriend.

Despite that inconvenience, I had a great time with everyone else, Natasha and Carol were two of my favorite people, so I clearly had a great time, all the way up until Sam got too drunk to be conscious, that was our call to leave and we scrambled into my car.

The place we went to wasn't too far from the compound, so it didn't take long to get there, and since Steve was a poor old lady, we decided not to make any noise.

I along with Nat , Carol and Tony were in charge of going up first, to leave the things of the others and that they could shit the unconscious Sam, when the elevator doors opened, we could see how 'Friends' was reproduced on the screen, but no one was in sight, so I reached over to grab the remote, when I could see Vision , on top of my girlfriend, kissing

"Wanda?!"

They both quickly walked away and stood up from the couch, causing Carol and Tony to gasp in surprise.

"Y/N isn't what she seems." she try to grab my arm, but I quickly pull it away.

"Don't even dare to touch me" as I could, I walked to the roof of the complex, and tried to make no one follow me and I started to cry, but a few minutes later I felt a hand on my back

"I said no…"

"Sorry"

Without much thought, I hugged Carol, clutching her jacket, letting violent sobs escape from my throat.

"How could he do it? Why? What did I do wrong?" she only gave little kisses on the top of my head and tried to reassure me, tracing circles on my back “I don't want to see her. Not today"

“I know a place, we can stay there; The last thing I want is for you to be alone, just go get your things”

"No, she's going to be there, and I swear to you, I don't want to say things I might regret."

"Well hold on to me, I'll try to get there quickly"

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It took me a lot of work to open my eyes, but the noise Carol made opening the blinds along with the sun in my eyes forced me to get up.

"Hi" greeted the blonde

"Please tell me that yesterday was a bad dream" I saw how Carol looked down, making my heart ache again "please"

Suddenly, Carol's cell phone rang, causing the blonde to take it and reject the call.

"Y/N you better talk to Wanda, she's been calling me all night."

"I don't want to talk to her. I don't want to confront the truth."

"Y/N, you deserve an explanation, for better or worse, you need answers."

I don't even let her reply, she forces me to eat breakfast, take a shower, lend me some of her clothes and take me to the compound.

Upon entering the room, Nat looked at me with a sad face, and simply pointed to the kitchen, so I quickly entered it, finding a messy Wanda trying to make breakfast, until she saw me

"Y/N" was going to hug me, but I stopped her

"We need to talk"

I started to walk towards our room, closing the door with us inside inside.

"Now, can you tell me why I found MY SUPPOSED girlfriend kissing a FUCKING human toaster?"

"I do not know how to say this"

I started to get frustrated, walking in circles around the room as I grabbed my hair.

“How about you start with 'yes Y/N, I cheated on you'? that would help a lot”

"I didn't want things to happen"

"NO? SO HOW DID YOU WANT THEM TO BE?"

"I didn't plan to fall in love!"

That's when my frustration and anger left, being replaced by sadness.

"In love? Are you in love with Vision ?" she started crying too, and was trying not to make eye contact with me, so I had to chase her eyes "what did he do that I didn't? I can change, wanda I swear I can do everything he did ”

"Y/N, ours... it was no longer the same, the routine was always imposed, and he, he made me feel different"

"I can be different" I started to cry, making me fall to my knees in front of her, so I hugged her hips, burying my face in her belly, while she caressed my scalp "I can change, I swear, but please don't let"

"I'm sorry" she try to walk away, but I kept clinging to her

“NO! WANDA, PLEASE, I SWEAR TO CHANGE; DO NOT LEAVE ME"

"Okay, I'm not going to let you humiliate yourself." Carol came up and charged at me, causing me to separate from Wanda as I kicked.

The blonde tried to take me to Natasha who had packed a small suitcase for me, but, something in my change, I felt my body fill with fury, so I went back into the room, avoiding both Carol and Natasha.

"You know what, Wanda?" I pointed at her, watching as she got up from the bed, her eyes brimming with tears, “I don't give a shit if you break up with me or not, actually I should thank you; Thank you for preventing me from marrying an UNFAITHFUL WHORE. Because that's what you are, Wanda, you're a stupid whore who plays with everyone, because today it's me, tomorrow it's going to be the toaster, and we don't know that other stupid people want to mess with a cockroach like you "

"Y/N, let's go" Natasha tried to take my arm, but I took it away

“Come on Nat , tell Wanda how you always had a bad feeling about her, well let me tell you that you were right, we brought a fucking slut into our home, and worse yet, you let me sleep with her”

“Okay, up to here”

Carol and Natasha dragged me out of the compound. Once outside, and inside the car, I could hear Carol and Natasha's conversation outside the car.

"Y/N talked too much, she literally called her ex-girlfriend a 'bitch'

“I know, but, you also have to understand her, her ex was unfaithful to her”

“Yes, but he even included me in her problem; and she is going to go, not me”

"Relax, Wanda won't kill you at night, if that happens, Y/N will be the first to kill her."

"Anyway, anything, I'll keep you posted."

"Of course, see you soon captain" Carol mocked

"Get in the car, before I hit you"

Carol got in and started, while I lay down and cried in the back seats.

"Sorry for making a scene in there, and sorry for making you stay on earth longer than you would have liked."

"Don't worry Y/N, my friends come first of all"

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“Carol”

The blonde peeked into the room, wearing an apron and a face full of flour.

"What's happening?"

“I really want to go out”

The woman almost dropped the spatula that she had in her hand

"Are you talking seriously?"

"Yes, I'm tired of crying"

"Well, if you want I can call the guys and…"

"No, just you and me, I don't want anyone else"

"Good"

She went to turn off the stove, while I started to get ready. I was still sad about the events of days ago, so I didn't want to put on too much makeup, I just dressed up too much so as not to look dead, I put on jeans, a t-shirt and tennis shoes.

Leaving the room, I could see that Carol hadn't dressed herself up enough either, but despite that, she looked stupidly cute.

"You look beautiful" she took my hand and gave me a smile

"Don't lie to me, I know I look like shit"

"Not at all" she kissed the back of my hand "I'm surprised by your ability to see yourself so beautiful despite the circumstances" I felt the embarrassment rise to my head, making me blush "let's go, before you regret it"

Carol knew me better than anyone, she knew where to take me, and today was no exception, she took me to our favorite bar, to sing karaoke and have some fun

After a few drinks and singing Cyndi Lauper songs, we sat at the bar, laughing and dancing with a bad singer, until she brought out a rather nasty letter on the table.

"How do you feel about what happened with Wanda?"

I sighed audibly, and still wanted to cry.

"I don't even know how to feel, I don't know what wins me more, anger or sadness" we both drank again in complete silence, since the guy who was singing had gotten off the stage "but, the worst thing is that, I know what Wanda did to me, and I bet that right now she's lying in Vision's arms, but I don't care, a part of me still loves her madly, wishing I could see her again so I could kiss her."

"Y/N, please give yourself some dignity" I noticed the anger rising on her face, as she took another big drink "Face it Y/N, she's a fucking fool, you deserve better"

"Carol, please, I don't want to talk about it"

"I'm just telling the truth, Y/N, you deserve someone who loves you so much that they never look at someone else again, because you deserve absolute attention."

We both fell silent again, while we drank, until, with a real impulse, I turned to be sitting in front of her; I took her neck in my hands and planted a kiss on her lips, intense, until she stopped me

"No, Y/N, you're wrong, Wanda's thing is something recent..."

"If Wanda can, I can too"

I kissed her again, but now Carol didn't separate me, she just let me continue, until she bit my lip, separating me.

“I think we have to go”

Arriving home, the kisses became more intense, the body temperature began to rise, and the clothes began to get in the way.

The next morning, I woke up with a slight sting on my cheek, which bothered me, so, with my hand, I patted the place, until I found what looked like a sheet of paper, I opened my eyes and found a Post it

'Good morning, don't get up yet; breakfast will come directly to your bed'

But, the conversation that was taking place outside the room made me get up, trying to hide behind the door.

"What did they do what?"

That was Natasha's voice

"We had sex"

"Carol, are you crazy? That woman literally just broke up with her ex-girlfriend, and do you think it's a good idea to sleep with her?"

"I know, I know, I know it was stupid, but... I don't know, I blinded myself, she didn't know what to do to get Wanda out of her head and I, I waited so long for Y/N's love that, I thought it was fair”

“Carol, Y/N, she doesn't love you, she's just hurt about their breakup; you are his easy escape

"I know, but if it's the only way I can have a little love, I'll pretend it's true, I'll pretend, even for a second, that Y/N loves me and not Wanda" the blonde began to mourn

There was a lot of silence, I knew that Natasha was the LEAST appropriate person to comfort someone who was crying, the woman did not even make any kind of physical contact and even tense, so I plucked up the courage, gathered the shirt to Carol's sleep and I left the room

"Hello"

Carol quickly wiped away her tears and tried to give myself a smile.

"Good day"

Despite having 2 other chairs available, I decided to sit on Carol's lap and give her a little kiss on the top of her head.

"It's a real surprise you're here, Nat, is something wrong?"

"No, I just wanted to see how you are"

"I'm fine, Carol is a great caregiver"

"Speaking of taking care" Carol tried to get up, so I got off of her "I already had your breakfast ready, let me serve it"

Now I sat in the chair while Carol brought a plate full of eggs, pancakes, bacon, a glass of orange juice, and a cup of coffee.

"Thank you very much" I kissed her chin as she walked away "you are my special sun"

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"You'll be fine?" Carol asked, as she watched me pack my little suitcase.

Steve had called me at dawn, I was needed for a mission, so I had no choice but to leave my nice, temporary 'home'

"Sure, Steve said it was a risk-free mission, that's why it's just him, Nat, Bucky and me going"

"Only, I want to ask you one thing" he came over to help me fold the few clothes that I would wear "only, promise me that you will stay safe"

“Yes, Wanda, I promise, I will stay safe”

“I'm serious Y/N, don't just repeat it like a robot, I want you safe. I don't know what would become of me without you"

“Carol, I swear to you, I will stay safe”

"That's my girl" she kiss my lips "I love you"

"I love you too"

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The mission turned out to be more dangerous than we thought.

Steve told us that we would just go have Nat make some moves in an abandoned HYDRA base, but, more than 10 men were already waiting for us, ready to kill us, so…

Here we are, fighting intensely to survive.

The mission turned out to be more dangerous than we thought.

Steve told us that we would just go have Nat make some moves in an abandoned HYDRA base, but, more than 10 men were already waiting for us, ready to kill us, so...

Here we were, struggling to intern survive.

I don't know at what point, both me and a redheaded asshole, were near the big mountain, where the base was, fighting, while everyone else was still inside the compound.

Despite being a great metahuman, I wasn't that good with a melee fight, so when the asshole started punching me square in the face, distracting me from using my powers, and making it impossible for me to hit him back

"Time to die, bitch"

He started hitting me repeatedly in the face, almost knocking me unconscious, until he grabbed me by the neck and stopped me, hanging on the edge of the mountain.

"Stop, please" I could barely speak, trying to distract him when I saw how Natasha came out to rescue me "If you want I can join you, but please let me go"

"What makes you think I'll believe the dirty words of a dirty avenger?"

Apparently he also noticed Nat's presence, so, without warning, he simply turned to see her and yelled at her

"Too late, bitch"

And without further ado, he released me, letting me fall off the cliff

"NO, Y/N!"

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Narrates Wanda

I swore to myself for days that I would have to talk to Y/N, trying to explain absolutely everything to her, but I never got the chance.

I know Y/N was with Carol, but Natasha refused to tell me her exact location and if I tried to contact Y/N directly I would end up with another set of profanity. So, I thought it was a good idea to wait for me on the platform of the complex, there I would have no more escape.

But when I saw only Steve, Bucky, and Nat come out, I started to worry.

"Where's Y/N?"

Bucky and Nat just looked at each other, while Steve tried to hold back his tears, he simply said

"We need a rescue mission, Tony will help us search for Y/N's body."

"Her body?" my heart began to ache and my eyes began to fill with tears "Is she dead?"

Steve came over and put his hand on my shoulder.

"I'm sorry, we tried to save her, but..." she let out a big sob "we're too late"

From that moment, I stopped having control over my body, I only felt it, falling to my knees, while crying and hugging myself, trying to somehow isolate that reality.

'Y/N wasn't dead, there was no way she was dead'

Steve crouched down next to me and tried to hug me as he cried too.

"I am sorry"

"I'll go call Carol"

I could hear Natasha's broken voice, while also hearing her footsteps walking away.

“I, I will go tell the others”

The same Bucky sounded sad and distant

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Some time later, while Tony, Vision, Bucky, Bruce, Clint and Thor head to the mountains to try to locate Y/N's body, Carol arrives, crying her eyes out, trying to locate Natasha, so she can hug her.

Until moments later he sat across the room from me

“You are a cynical whore”

"You're talking to me?" I asked

"You still dare to mourn her death, as if you had not killed her first"

"Carol!" she was reprimanded by both Natasha and Sam himself

"You don't know what really happened"

"No? Isn't that, you cheated on Y/N with a fucking toaster?"

"Girls, this is not the time to fight" Sam spoke, for the first time in my life, I saw him really angry "I don't think Y/N is very happy knowing that you are treating each other like this"

We were both ready to attack each other again, until we heard the elevator open and saw the boys get out of it.

"They found her?"

I could only see how Tony shook his head and I could feel my heart squeeze a little more.

Y/N couldn't even have a dignified ceremony.

I couldn't say goodbye to her

I spent the whole day, locked in my room. Even though Natasha had asked me for all of Y/N's belongings so she could take them to her, I kept my favorite sweatshirt, it still smelled like her, so I stayed in bed smelling her sweet scent, until someone knocked on the door. With much sacrifice, I opened the door, only to find Vision, with a bouquet of roses at my door.

"Hello Wanda"

"What do you want, Vision? I'm not in the mood."

"Oh well, I wanted to see, if you wanted to go out to dinner with me, and then if you want we can go to the movies"

Was that damn can of sardines asking me out on a date? After hearing about the death of my best friend and ex-girlfriend?

"No, I clearly don't want to go anywhere."

I was going to close the door, but he put his foot, preventing it.

"Is it because of Y/N? Come on Wanda, you deserved better"

Actually, she was the one who deserved better.

I carefully took the flowers from he hands, just so I could throw them in he face.

“You are a fucking idiot. And now that I think about it, no, I don't want to go out today or EVER with you "

I slammed the door shut, listening as Thor walked past and asked Vision to clean up his mess, while I climbed into bed crying.

How could I leave someone like Y/N for a tin man like Vision?

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Narrate Y/N

I woke up with the feeling of a comfortable bed in my body, so I tried to open my eyes to find out where I was, but the light immediately blinded me.

"Don't open your eyes so fast, you're going to hurt yourself"

A voice spoke to me, so I tried to open my eyes slowly, just as instructed.

And when I opened them, the first thing I found was a sweet old lady who handed me a steaming cup

And when I opened them, the first thing I found was a sweet old lady who handed me a human cup

“Here, a little of this. You have been unconscious for so many days, that, for sure, you are starving”

I took a drink, feeling how, little by little, my body was regaining strength.

"Where I am?"

“You are in the largest Métis community in all of Canada. We found you near here, almost unconscious” the old woman started to put her hand on my forehead, just to check my temperature “how did you get there?”

For sure, these people don't know about the existence of the avengers or something, so, I had to tell the truth, partially and changing some things

“I ran away”

"Flee? From whom?"

I told that lady about my sad love story with Wanda, how Carol was my consolation and how I have done my best not to be close to anyone who also works with Wanda.

"Well, it's sad that you treat your boyfriend like this" yes, for the woman I was straight

I quickly looked at her, in disbelief, I thought she would agree with me, much less defend her.

"He's not my boyfriend anymore, actually."

"Were you going to break up with him because you couldn't decide?"

"It was not for the simple fact of deciding, he could have chosen... that woman, but, he cheated me"

"Isn't this him first relationship after 2 traumas?"

“Actually, I was his first girlfriend”

"It is obvious that he did not know what to do, and it is worse that they do not give second chances" she began to reflect, while I sat down, to be able to look at her better "when my mother was young, she made many mistakes like everyone else, but there was one, that caused her a real misfortune; she fell in love with a married man, he tricked her by saying he was a single man, and when the tribe found out, they kicked her out, leaving me in charge of my brothers, and with no chance of seeing her again" she looked at me and He gave me a smile "we all deserve a second chance, and more, if it is a person whom we still love"

“He's right” I got up quickly “I have to go to him, and tell him that I love him. But...how am I going to get to New York?”

“Oh honey, leave that to me and my boys”

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Narrates Wanda

It had been a week, a week since Y/N's death, and while others tried to hide their pain, like Natasha, Bucky, Tony or Bruce himself, others just couldn't.

I felt that a part of me was missing, I felt that I was missing oxygen.

I haven't left my room for a week, I haven't bathed, I haven't eaten anything, I don't feel like anything, and no one had said anything to me; everyone understood my pain and my sadness, until today, when Tony forced me to go out, eat and take a bath, to be able to talk with the group.

Steve thought we could all have dinner together and tell stories about Y/N, said it would be a nice way for us to say goodbye to Y/N.

And despite my complaints, everyone wanted me there, so I had no choice but to be here, sitting in the dining room, wearing jeans, a simple T-shirt, while I played with my food.

"You know, the other day I was remembering when Y/N threw Nat's surprise birthday party." Clint began to tell his story, moved to the point of tears, until the sound of the elevator going down disturbed us.

"Did you invite anyone else?" Carol asked Natasha

“No, it was just us”

"I'm sure it's just the guard bringing some parcel" spoke Bucky

The elevator went back up, and the doors opened, from which a smiling, but skinny Y/N stepped out.

"Y/N?" Tony asked, getting up slowly.

"Hello boys"

Natasha didn't even let Y/N finish talking, as she ran up and lunged at Y/N, nearly knocking her down.

"You're a stupid whore" Natasha started to sob "how are you alive?" all the rest of us got up to hug her

"It's a pretty long story"

"We don't care, the important thing is that you're here" Sam spoke as he picked her up and spun her around, both laughing.

"That's right, I'm alive"

They all hugged her, I could even see how Carol hugged her, said a few words to her and kissed her head

"Y/N" Y/N looked at me, and I could see how a special shine flooded her eyes "I need to talk to you"

"I also need to talk to you"

I took her hand and guided her to our room, without giving her time, I hugged her tightly and began to sob into her chest.

“You have no idea how happy I am. I missed you" I began to kiss her neck "and you don't know how sorry I am" I began to cry "I'm a fool, and I'm aware that you have every right not to accept my apologies and break up with me for good, but I want you to know that It was completely stupid to let you go, Y/N because you are the woman I love, you are the love of my life, and I was a fool to let something so simple come between you and me."

“Shh, honey, I'm sorry too. We should have discussed this and not let our feelings blind us. I'm sorry I offended you and I'm sorry I didn't discuss this with you." She also started crying, so I raised my head and put my hands on her cheeks, to wipe away her spilled tears.

"So... you're still mine, and I'm still yours?"

"Only if you want it, princess" she kissed my nose

"Of course yes"

I carefully pulled Y/N onto the bed, while I lay on top of her, starting with a session of kisses and innocent caresses, I just wanted to know that she was really there with me, alive and loving me with every fiber of her heart, like me

"I'm glad to know that your heart is mine, again" I spoke, planting a kiss on her forehead

“Honey, my heart never stopped being yours”

"Are you sure? It doesn't matter if I break it again?"

“Honey, break my heart over and over again, it will always recover, and it will always have a reason to beat again, as long as you are with me”

We kissed again, until someone knocked on the door

"I'm glad my lesbian partner is back, but can I hug my best friend?"

We both laughed as Y/N got up and gave me another kiss.

"Duty calls, princess, and we both know how baby Nat gets if she doesn't get what she wants."

"I'M NOT A BABY!"

Note:

It took me 1 week and many tears to write this, but, here it is. Whoever asked for it, why are you making me suffer? (the truth is that I liked to suffer, so I appreciate it)

P.D: thanks for your support of Cruella's FF, part 2 will come soon 💕

I hope you enjoy this.

I appreciate the reblogs, the likes and the comments

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open your eyes - wanda maximoff

a/n: this is reader insert adapted from my book. please read, if you want ofc. blur is an oc adapted from a script btw. this starts at age of ultron, so emo wanda💁🏽‍♀️ p.s., i’m basically moving this fix here, and i know i have like a MILLION wanda fics at once? but young will be periodically updated, and ease into it has one more chapter so yeah, ramble over…

Pairing(s): wanda maximoff x witch!reader, pietro maximoff x mute!oc

“Shit!”

"Language!" Steve yells. "JARVIS, what's the view from upstairs?"

"The central building is protected by some kind of energy shield. Strucker's technology is well beyond any other Hydra base we've taken."

"Loki's scepter must be here. Strucker couldn't mount this defense without it. At long last." Natasha knocks out some soldiers. "At long last is lasting a little long, boys." Natasha croaks out. "I agree with Natasha." Y/N chuckles.

"Yeah. I think we lost the element of surprise." Clint speaks up. He begins looking around curiously. "Blur! What's your six, kid?" Blur quickly zooms in front of him. "You know I'm mute, right?" She signs, making him chuckle.

"I do, but I just like messing with you. Mind taking me to a better vantage point?" Blur holds her arms, urging Clint to let her carry him bridal style. "No." He says.

Blur rolls her eyes. "Suit yourself." She grabs the back of his neck, and speeds off with him. "Wait a second. No one else is going to deal with the fact that Cap just said "language"? " Tony asks.

"I know." Steve throws his bike at some soldiers. "It just slipped out." Steve reaches for his shield off of his back, but when he feels it missing, he frowns over at Blur who's blowing on it and wiping it off. "Blur!?" The girl looks up, humming as she hands it over.

Y/N blocks bullets with force fields, and repurposed the snow into ice glaciers, piercing several soldiers in the process. After several attempts to open the shields, Tony turns back for a second.

"Y/N! I need your help getting this shield down!" Y/N punches the ground, making the soldiers flop around and crash into trees. "Where are you?!"

"Y/LN!" Amalia reaches out for Tony as he flies down, and lifts them up to the HYDRA base to break in. "Sir, the city is taking fire." JARVIS informs. "Well, we know Strucker's not going to worry about civilian casualties. Send in the Iron Legion.".

A blur speeds across the ground, ramming in to Clint. "You didn't see that coming?" the young man zooms off. "Blur! We got company!" before Clint can shoot him with an arrow, he goes down from being shot. "Clint!" Natasha yells.

"We have an enhanced in the field." Steve informs.

"Clint's hit!" Natasha yells into the comms. "Somebody want to deal with that bunker?" The Hulk bursts through, taking care of the bunker.

Blur and the other Blur size one another up. "Ah! Another speedster." He holds his hand out. "Pietro." Blur responds, flipping him off. "Oh! Ok, not a person of many words. hmm?"

"I'm mute."

"What is that? Are you gonna punch me?"

"I can't speak, you asshole."

"Oh! Don't get violent, I'm a lover, not a fighter, ya know?" He chuckles, slowing down as Blur slows time, quickly punching him in the face.

"Stark, we really need to get inside."

"I'm closing in. JARVIS, am I...closing in? Do you see a power source for that shield?" Tony asks his A.I. "There's a pathway below the north tower."

"Great, I wanna poke it with something." Stark blows up the invisible shield on the base. "Drawbridge is down, people." Tony announces. "We goin' in?" They ask, making him nod as he lets them go.

Flying towards the ground, they flex their fingers, bringing a large burst onto the internal force field which breaks a large hole in it. They steadily fly back up into the castle, landing behind Tony as he gives his best superhero landing.

"Seriously?" Tony turns behind him, smirking behind the metal. The two enter the castle, Y/N covering themselves with a shield.

"Guys, stop, we gotta talk about this." He shoots down the soldiers using his suit. "Good talk.".

"No it wasn't." A soldier groans, making Amalia roll her eyes. Tony finds List, and swiftly knocks him out. "Sentry mode." He walks over to the computers. "Okay, JARVIS. You know I want it all. Make sure you copy Hill at HQ."

"I know you're hiding more than files. Hey, J, give me an IR scan of the room, real quick." Tony commands. "The wall to your left...I'm reading steel reinforcement and an air current."

"Please be a secret door, please be a secret door, please be a secret door..." he pushes the wall as it opens. "Yay!" The duo cheer.

"We have a second enhanced. Female. Do not engage." He looks at Strucker. "Guys, I got Strucker."

"Yeah, we got...something bigger."

Inside the secret passageway they find a room with recovered artifacts from New York, including a gigantic Chitauri weapon and some of his Iron Man scrapped armor, he then spots the scepter.

"Wow, that was easy." She spits out. "Thor, I got eyes on the prize." Tony says, but stops, and Amalia looks over at him. "Tony?" They waves their hand in his face, but he doesn't budge.

They can feeling something else in the room. They catch a hand near their face, and the girl beside them is frightened. "Who are you?!" Pietro speeds into the room, and Y/N quickly put his sister into a trance.

"Wanda?!" Y/N reaches out towards him, and a purple glow captures his irises as the two stand stuck. When Tony releases from his own trance, his eyes widen at how easily Y/N caught them. “The enhanced.”

He nods, rubbing the back of his neck. “I can see that.”

"Don’t worry. They'll be compliant."

When they all loaded the quinjet, Amalia brought the two of them to the small room in back with holding cells. Tony and Blur aren't far behind, watching in amazement. "I didn't know you could mind control people." He marvels. "New skill." Blur stares at them, giggling to herself.

"I think one of them is drooling." She points to the guy, making Tony smile at her. "You're too funny for your own good, kid." He pats her shoulder. "I try."

Y/N smiles, turning back to the two. "I don't think anyone else should be here when I wake them up, so..." Tony and Blur nod, leaving the room as Y/N turns back to the twins.

Waving one hand, the spell is taken down and the two shake out of their gaze. Y/N smirks with a chuckle as they frantically look around. She steps towards the glass as Wanda roughly slams on it.

"Oh! Feisty..." Wanda growls at the sight of her smirk. "Let us go." She says lowly, making Y/N scoff. "Or what?" They tap on the glass. "Bulletproof, power dampening force field, I built it myself." They say with a smile.

"This is funny to you?" Pietro asks with disdain. "Kinda. You were so deep in my control, you started drooling." Wanda's jaw clenched as Y/N walked back over to the small table in the middle of the room.

The girl's eyes glowed red as she tried to reach Y/N's mind, failing more than once. "Nice try. Even without this, my walls have walls. You can barely control your powers." Wanda scoffs, sitting down in a corner as her brother leans on the glass.

"You have no idea what I can do."

"I can feel your power, it's unparalleled. You're not even honing half of it correctly."

"When we get out, you will regret everything you are saying." She threatens. "Ohhh, I'm so scared." They smile. They walk out of the room, closing the door behind them.

"Thor, report on the Hulk?" Natasha asks. "The gates of Hell are filled with the screams of his victims." Natasha glares at Thor and Bruce groans in despair. Y/N face turns into one with an exasperated expression. "Thor? Really?"

"Uh, but, not the screams of the dead, of course. No no, uh...wounded screams, mainly whimpering, a great deal of complaining and tales of sprained deltoids and, and uh... and gout." Blur motions for him to cut it out.

"Hey Banner, Dr. Cho's on her way in from Seoul, is it okay if she sets up in your lab?" Tony asks. "Uh, yeah, she knows her way around."

"Thanks." He speaks to his AI. "Tell her to prep everything, Barton's gonna need the full treatment.". "Very good sir."

"JARVIS, take the wheel.". "Yes, sir. Approach vector is locked." Tony looks at the scepter. "It feels good, yeah? I mean, you've been after this thing since SHIELD collapsed. Not that I haven't enjoyed our little raiding parties, but..."

"No, but this...this brings it to a close." Thor says. "As soon as we find out what else this has been used for. I don't just mean weapons. Since when is Strucker capable of human enhancement?" Steve asks.

Tony looks to Thor. "Banner, Mal and I will give it the once before it goes back to Asgard. Is that cool with you?" Thor nods his head.

"I mean, just a few days until the farewell party. You're staying right?" Y/N asks. "Yes, yes, of course. A victory should be honored with revels." Thor boasts. "Yeah. Who doesn't love revels. Captain?" Steve looks to Tony. "Hopefully this puts an end to the Chitauri and HYDRA, so. Yes, revels."

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda x you #marvel #wanda x y/n #pietro maximoff #pietro maximoff x oc #pietro x reader

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justsomerandomfanfic · 2 years

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Romeo And Juliet - Loki Odinson X Female Reader

Title: Romeo And Juliet

Loki Odinson X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Tony, Natasha, Clint, Thor, Steve, and Odin (Mentioned)

Requested

WC: 1,178

Warnings: Forbidden romance, mention of fighting, mention of death, and it's pretty cute

"What do you mean you lost him!? How did you lose Loki?" Tony demanded, exasperated. "He's a god! You can't just lose one of them!"

Hawkeye was leaning on the table with his arms crossed and his eyes closed as he held in his laughter. Though, inside, he was kicking himself.

You rolled your eyes, huffing, "It's not all our fault, Tony. He's a God for crying out loud."

Tony frowned at that but didn't say anything more. His face showed his deep frustration though.

"So what do we do now? We've already sent Thor back to Asgard so he could tell Odin that Loki is gone," Steve said quietly, looking around the room.

Steve thought as he looked at each member present. What were they going to do? They thought Loki was getting better, so they let him out of his glass cell to have supervised visits outside. But, when it came time to check up on him the next morning, however, Loki was missing.

Tony shook his head, "I don't know if I should be happy or worried about this. I hated the idea of him in my tower in the first place."

"We need to get him back," Clint muttered, pacing back and forth across the floor.

Natasha snorted, "And how are we supposed to do that?" she asked.

No one said anything.

"Well, let's get to work doing something. We have to wait until Thor gets back from Asgard to see if Loki went back up there." Steve declared before he ended the meeting.

You sighed, pushing off the table you were sitting on before heading to your room in the tower. Slowly, you got out of your suit, tossing it to the other side of the room before getting dressed in something more comfy. You pulled on some sweatpants and a white t-shirt, tying your hair up before dropping onto your bed and grabbing your phone.

Now, you had a secret that the others didn't know about. You were in love. And, not with some normal guy who works at Hollister, no... You were in love with none other than Loki. It was strange seeing him like that, vulnerable, almost, and it made you want to wrap your arms around him and never let go. He was not like he seemed. And, you knew your Avenger friends, you knew they wouldn't understand. All they could see was what he had done.

That's why you keep your relationship with Loki a secret. You felt like a modern day Romeo and Juliet. You kept things quiet because you didn't want anyone finding out. You wanted him to stay safe. You knew he would hate being caught by the Avengers if they found out. He'd be killed instantly. Probably... By Tony... And Natasha... Maybe even Clint would sneak a punch in.

But, the thing is... You had no idea where Loki even was. You hadn't seen him since you got back from that mission in Russia. You had no idea where he was hiding or what he was doing. So, you tried to push your worry aside for the night, and get some sleep. For all you knew, it was going to be a very busy next few days.

~~~

The next morning, you yawned, opening your eyes to see something above your eyes. Well, stuck to your forehead. Sitting up, you peeled the post-it note off of your forehead, reading it.

'Meet me in Central Park at the bench near the south end lake. - L'

Your eyes widened slightly before you continued reading.

'P.s. Eat to hide the evidence ;)'

"Huh?" You read the sentence over again. Yeah, it did say 'eat.' shrugging, you crumpled the post-it up and tossed it in your mouth. You swallowed it whole.

"At least I won't have to worry if he is alright or not." you mumbled to yourself, feeling good about that.

After making sure you left a note for the others saying you were going to take a walk on the fridge, you got ready for the day and headed off to Central Park.

Once you entered the park, you walked towards the south end lake, stopping when you saw Loki sitting on one of the benches. Walking over, you sat down beside him, looking off into the lake, hearing the birds and children.

"Shouldn't you be hiding?" You asked, softly, trying not to gain any attention.

Loki smirked, "My darling, you forget... I have magic."

"And?" You asked, looking up at him, "What's that got to do with you being out and about?"

"Illusions, my dear. You can see me, but others can't." Loki said simply, smiling.

"Mmm, impressive. I look like a lunatic talking to myself then."

"Did you miss me?" You asked, moving closer to him.

Loki took your hand in his, kissing it, "I wanted to see you. So, I guess it's true."

You blushed, "...I missed you too."

Taking his free hand, you pulled him closer to you, leaning against him. You felt Loki kiss the top of your head before resting his chin on the top of your head, gazing off into the distance.

"They are looking for you." You spoke softly, biting your lip.

Loki didn't respond.

"Loki?" You asked, staring up at his face.

"Hmm?" Loki turned his head to look at you, smiling.

"What are we going to do?" You asked, looking up at him.

Loki chuckled, "Oh, nothing much. Just going to sit here and talk."

"No, I mean with the others. Tony is ticked off that you are gone. If they find you, I doubt they are going to let you out any time soon." You told him, worried.

Loki pressed his lips together, "Then we must be careful."

You nodded, squeezing his hand.

"I'm worried, Loki. They might find out. Especially Clint. You know, since he hides in the vents. I'm worried he'll get curious or something and follow me. And Tony, he had cameras everywhere. Natasha, she is an assassin, she could be here right now, cause she is just that good. And… And Thor! He’s your brother!" You ranted to him, letting out a sigh.

"I am sorry, my sweet." Loki whispered, kissing your cheek.

"Don't apologize. I'm glad you're here. I just don't want anything to happen to you." You said with a smile.

Loki leaned down, kissing your lips softly, "Do not fear. I will protect you."

"I know. And I trust you, Loki. I just... I don't know if I can protect you..." You trailed off, thinking.

"Hush, my love." Loki said, stroking your hair. "I am always fine."

"I know. I'm just scared, that's all." You murmured, sighing.

"I know, my darling. But, it is time we stopped worrying about this. Let us enjoy our time together, and let us worry about the others later." Loki kissed your forehead before pulling you close to him.

"Okay." You sighed, closing your eyes and cuddling up against Loki's chest.

Hours passed by as you sat there, holding Loki tightly in your arms.

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SteveTony Weekly - May 8th

Happy Sunday!! Here’s what I’ve been reading this week. As always, leave your fic authors some love if you read and enjoy their stories!

**Indicates my recent favs

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***Compass Points You Home by foldingcranes

Dear Sharon, Steve thinks, almost with maddening euphoria, stumbling over some rocks as the waves lap at him and his body finally gives itself to shock. You’re not going to believe what happened today.

Then, he passes out.

Uncharted waters by IronSwordStarShield (SweetFanfics)

"Remember that favor you owed me?"

It takes Tony less than two seconds to remember and his confused expression turns to wry caution. "I remember. What about it?"

"I'm cashing it in."

A dark brow arches up in surprise, "What's the favor?"

Steve nods over at the shaving kit. "Help me shave."

TL;DR: Tony helps Steve shave off his grief beard (and things are all /wriggly arms)

***I'm Not Really a Waitress (The Swan out of Duckling Remix) by Sineala

Steve asks Tony to paint his nails for him.

as they learned to see by often_adamanta

Tony stayed silent through her terse explanation, anger growing. When Natasha was finished, he asked, “So you’re telling me that Steve’s been missing for almost two months, most likely kidnapped by an unknown organization, a force which employs two brilliant but completely crazy scientists that hate Stark Industries because they were refused jobs on the basis of their psych evals, and I’m only hearing about this now?”

Steve Rogers (Extremely) Limited Adventures In Pet Sitting by IronSwordStarShield (SweetFanfics)

5 times Steve Rogers was asked to pet sit one of his friends pets and the 1 time he has a romantic-existential crisis that's got nothing to do with pet sitting and everything to do with realizing his feelings for Tony at the worst possible time.

Together, At Last by NightsOfTheFilms

It’s been 5 years since A-Day, and Tony Stark was in dyer need of some company. Living on his family’s retreat, alone and depressed, he hoped for a change.

That is until, on a rainy night, a visitor greets him at his doorstep. A man who was supposed to be dead, all these years. A conversation is had, and confessions are made.

Our House in Pleasant Hill (Building Your Home Remix) by navaan

Tony met Steve on a Thursday and he remembered it clearly.

***Fool's Gold (The Snowglobe Remix) by dirigibleplumbing

Sometimes, Steve and Tony's life in the idyllic town of Pleasant Hill just feels...off.

One Night with You (is not going to be enough) by alexcat

Steve picks up a gorgeous stranger who turns out to be Tony Stark, who he's never seen without his Iron Man armor. Things go wonky, but with some patience and help, they go right.

No Surprises by dirigibleplumbing

Tony (and Nebula) crash-land on the lawn of Avenger’s compound. The first person Tony sees when he steps out of the wreckage is Steve. He doesn’t know if he’s relieved or furious that Steve has survived, too. Somehow, the world keeps going. Tony mostly keeps going too—and figures out how to feel about Steve.

Steve Rogers Does (Not Do) Marriage Counseling by Neverever

Natasha and Clint are kidnapped by HYDRA during a routine mission. Steve and Tony have to go undercover as a married couple at a couples counseling weekend to uncover where they're being held. Except they had kissed at the SHIELD holiday party the day before and Tony doesn't want to talk about it. What is Steve going to do?

Three Challenges by Neverever

King Steve is offered a marriage alliance with the mysterious Prince Tony which will help his small country greatly. Except that there is a twist. There always is.

Scars and Stitches by Sineala

When Tony shows up to SHIELD to be fitted with the Iron Man armor, Steve, the original Iron Man, is there to help him out.

Stanley Cups Before Wedding Rings by JehBeeEh

Steve Rogers and his team just won the most coveted trophy in hockey. And yet, that's still not the best part of his night.

P.S. by IronDadStan

Tony leaves for a job opportunity, leaving Steve and the life they built behind.

So, what happens when Tony is planning on moving back home after two years abroad and dials Steve's number?

Battlefield Medicine by Anni Re (AnniRe)

Instead of the quiet Saturday morning they were hoping for, Steve and Tony wake up to discover that their son, Peter, has been critically injured. In the same instance Iron Man and Captain America discover their son is Spiderman. So much for an uneventful weekend.

***Baby One More Time by BlossomsintheMist

“And your color now?” Tony said. He was moving around behind him, Steve thought, and then told himself to lay off. He didn’t need to analyze Tony’s every movement; this wasn’t a mission. He didn’t need to be Commander Rogers right now, wasn’t that the whole point?

Well, maybe he needed Tony’s help with that. Maybe that was the whole point.

“Green,” he breathed out into the covers over the bed.

Whiskey Tango Foxtrot by Neverever

When Tony is terribly hurt during a fight with the Black Order, Steve takes a leap of faith and summons a portal to find help. He finds help in a very unexpected way.

once a day, every day by silkspectred

Looking back on it, Tony tries to understand how he could have been possibly fooled.

The man doesn’t smell like Steve. He doesn’t walk like Steve, doesn’t talk like Steve.

He only looks like Steve, and yet everyone, including Tony, believed that he was Steve. For months.

Love Across the Multiverse by Sineala

Mojo presents: Love Across the Multiverse! In tonight's episode, a battle-hardened supersoldier finds himself drawn to his handsome, genius teammate! It's an agonizing duel between his long-held beliefs and the secret passions of his heart! Will true love conquer all? There's only one way to find out! Don't miss the highlight of the season!

(Viewer discretion is advised. Mojoworld residents who do not vote for their favorite participants of the season will be summarily sent to the arena. All hail Mojo.)

we have nothing but our winter by meidui

“You have to kill me,” Steve says, almost pleading. His ankles and wrists are red and raw where he’s been straining against the cuffs, and it hurts to look at. “You have to. HYDRA’s in my head and I’m going to kill the Avengers.”

No Ordinary Love by 51stCenturyFox

Thanks to a magical spell by invading aliens from another realm, Tony Stark becomes a woman...for three months.

Obviously there's no way he's not going to take his new body for a test drive. And who better to help him with it that our very own Captain America, Steve Rogers, the straighter-than-a-ruler guy he's been falling in love with totally against his will and who's finally noticing him now...

if i should stumble by AvengersTime

"The gunshot wound had been too infected, in between the lack of care and the blood loss there was no choice but to amputate the leg from above the knee and down."

Tony's captivity had changed everything about him, he gained and lost valuable things, and led him to be Iron Man. He's perfectly okay with his secrets to remain secrets, but he didn't expect his team to actually care. Also, unconsciously falling in love with Captain America was definitely not part of the plan.

#stevetony weekly #stevetony #stevetony fic #stony fic #fanfic #fic list #fic rec list #stony fic recs #steve rogers #tony stark #iron man #captain america

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randominagines · 3 years

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Pairing: Avengers x neutral reader

Warning: fluff

P.s. if you find any mistake please correct me, English is not my mother tongue and I want to improve. Reblog, if you can, it helps a lot, thank you💕

P.p.s. gifs belong to their creators

AVENGERS REACTING TO YOU FALLING ASLEEP IN FRONT OF THEM/ NEXT TO THEM FOR THE FIRST TIME

TONY

Tony would initially not even notice it: he's so busy with his work, but he insisted that you remained on the couch in his studio because he wanted to take you out for dinner. He got a bit immersed and a couple of hours went by, you obviously fell asleep. He would flash a quick glance at you and realize: he would immediately stop what he's doing to walk to you and gently caress your forehead, his hands delicate and his smile tender. "Jarvis, do we have a blanket here?" He would immediately ask. After putting the blanket on you and making sure you're comfortable, he goes back to his work but can't help but looking at you from time to time, with a smile on his face.

STEVE

Steve kinda of expected it to happen since he had been cuddling you for the previous 30 minutes. He would chill next to you on his couch while letting you lay down, your head on his tights and his hands gently brushing through your hair. As soon as he notices that you fell asleep he immediately tries to cover you with his jacket, his movement slow and small to avoid waking you up. He would not stop cuddling you, by the way, while looking at you in pure peace. "You're so lovely." He would whisper while brushing your hair with his fingers, his eyes filled with love.

THOR

Thor would be surprised instead: he offered you to stay in his room in his palace in Asgard while he quickly tries to finish his royal duties, but as soon as he's back he finds you peacefully lying on his bed, your arms wrapped around a pillow while you nap. He would smile and try to walk slow and without making any noise, then he would caress your back while lying next to you, your arms immediately letting the pillow to hug him instead. "Thor..." he would smile at your soft voice, then he would caress your head. "Sleep, little one." He would tenderly say before smiling and holding you close to him.

NATASHA

Natasha would be mesmerized: she had never had the chance to actually enjoy the every day stuff with someone, so she would preach every single moment. She has the keys of your apartment, so when she arrives and finds you napping on your couch her heart simply melts. She would immediately sit next to you, her hands grabbing the hem of the blanket to cover your shoulders while she looks at you with love. She would caress your cheek and smile when you move. "It's me, Nat. Rest, don't worry." She would gently reassure you while caressing you and never missing a single detail of that beautiful moment.

WANDA

Wanda would be happy to see you asleep, she loves sharing domestic moments with you. She would find you resting in a room you turned into your office, in your house. You've been overwhelmed with the whole smartworking situation lately, so she has the idea of coming to your house to surprise you, but as soon as she goes in your office she finds you napping, your elbows on the desk and your head on it. She smiles while looking at you and walks slowly, then she gently caresses your head. "Babe, wake up, let's go to the bedroom." She sweetly whispers while you open your eyes and see her looking at you with love. She would walk next to you and even lye down with you, her hands caressing your head while you fall asleep next to each other.

SAM

Sam would immediately feel the urge to cuddle next to you. He finds you asleep on his couch: he left you for just five minutes, the time to take a shower, and you fell asleep. He would smile while sitting next to you, his arms wrapping around you to hug you and your head resting against his shoulder. "Come here, sleepyhead." He would joke before gently kissing your forehead. He would gently caress your arms to warm you up while he simply enjoys the sight of you, his heart filled with love.

PETER

Peter would freak out, bust just inside. You were studying next to him, he is sitting on the floor, back against your bed while you are lying on it on your stomach. At a certain point, you were so tired thag you just gave up: you fell asleep with your book next to your face, your arms under your head and your hair covering your face. He would realize that you're asleep after a couple of minutes, since you practically stopped participating to your study session. He would widen his eyes while he slowly turns to look at you, a smile on his face and his heart melting. He would hesitate for a moment, then he woukd caress your cheek, his finger tracing your cheekbone. He would chuckle as soon as you pull his arm to you to hold it. "Okay, I got it, I'm coming, baby." he would amusingly say before putting the books away and finally laying next to you to spoon you.

BUCKY

Bucky would initially don't know what to do. You two were watching a movie on your couch and he suddenly felt you cuddling him, your head on his shoulder and your hand on his chest. He would look at you, your eyes closed and your face peaceful, and he would probably curve his lips into a glimpse of a smile. He would caress your head, his fingers through your hair while you move a bit. "Are you comfortable, doll?" He would ask and as soon as you shake your head a little, he would gently lift you on his lap to let you nap on him. He would place a soft kiss on your forehead as soon as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and cuddle against his chest, his whole body feeling perfectly okay with you being so close, as much as his heart and he feeling like he's finally home.

LOKI

Loki would be honoured. He knows how intimate sleeping next to someone could be and he would love having the chance to see you resting, he would know that you're totally comfortable next to him and that would be a blessing for him. He decided to take you to another planet with him for a small vacation, so he asked for a spaceship to Odin. You're not very used to long trips so you immediately fall asleep in your shared room as soon as you get out of the shower. He comes to warn you that you you're almost there and he finds you laying on the bed, your hair still a bit wet while you lay on your stomach. He smiles and tenderly sits next to you while caressing your back. "Loki?.." you softly call his name and he smiles, his fingers drawin figures on your shoulders. "Pet, we'll be there in a couple of hours, rest." He whispers before placing a kiss on your shoulder. You pull him toward you and he immediately understands and decides to lay next to you, his arms immediately wrapping around you. "You look beautiful when you sleep." He whispers before caressing your arm and rubbing his nose against yours.

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duuhrayliegh · 2 years

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worthy

pairing: bucky x reader

summary: bucky wants to live at the compound

warning: rlly none? language (obvi)

a/n: this is a cute blurb bc the next thing i plan on posting is going go to be hurtful and angsty, sorry not sorry :)

p.s.: my requests and tag lists are open!

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The wall of windows on Bucky’s right allowed for the sunlight to warm his human arm. Warmth was something he always hated before. Something he felt was too oppressive, too restricting, but his Ma would raise all hell if he complained about the apartment being hot, so he learned to tolerate it. Now though, after enduring years of the cold, the heat was a welcomed friend. He turned to face the windows full on, closing his eyes as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“You’re like a cat, ya know?” Bucky’s ears perked at the voice, whirling around to find you standing just off to the side.

“Y/N.” It only took him two steps to reach you, his long legs making the distance miniscule. His arms circled your body, lifting you until your feet barely grazed the tile floor below. He buried his head into the junction of your neck and shoulder, melting at your perfume. “I didn’t know you were here.”

Bucky placed your back on your feet, but not releasing you from his hold. From this angle he could see the smattering of freckles dusting the bridge of your nose. Those little patterns that he had been trying to memorize. You smiled at him, reaching up to squeeze his cheeks; the stubble there grazing roughly against your soft fingertips.

“You think I’d miss this?” You playfully smacked his cheeks, laughing as he remained stunned for a few seconds. “Look, I’m here to advocate for you.”

Bucky nodded, pulling away from your body to thread his fingers through yours, interlocking your hands as he dropped the bundle to his side. You began walking forward, leading Bucky through the halls of the compound. Bucky trailed behind you, thinking back to your last interaction.

“I’m nervous about this whole thing.” You turned, facing Bucky as you rubbed the lotion into your skin. You remained silent causing him to meet your eyes. “Y/N. Stark is still pissed about everything, as he should be, and everyone else is just—”

You jumped onto the bed, effectively stopping his train of thought. His eyes widened at your action. The pair of you met a few years ago, under the instruction of T’Challa. Bucky gave you the cold shoulder for the first three weeks of knowing you, only cracking when you tried to scold him after you inhaled the helium from a balloon that Shuri had snuck in. Bucky swears he’s never laughed that hard in all his years of living.

“You’ve got to start cutting yourself some slack, Buck.” Your hand grazed his cheek as you brushed his hair behind his ear. “The majority of us understand, even Tony knows what you went through. It’s just harder for him to accept that you and the Winter Soldier aren’t the same person.” Bucky eyes softened as they roamed your face. Your hands landing on his shoulders brought him from his memories, those few that he holds precious.

“It doesn’t matter. You deserve to be here, Buck.” You looped your arm through his, pulling him down the long hallway. “Let’s get through this.” He looked down at you, adoring the curve of your lashes.

“Together?” He squeezed your arm to his body as you looked up at him.

“Together.”

***

“What is the Manchurian Candidate doing in my facility?” Tony hadn’t even looked up from the helmet he was working on.

“Last I checked this was a government facility, Stark.” You said, pulling yourself away from Bucky to sit next to Wanda. “And you,” You brought your hand up, pointing at Tony. “aren’t the government. Just a pawn of it.”

“Ha. Pawn.” Tony shot a look at Bucky. “Interesting choice of word.” The man dropped his screwdriver on the tabletop, rounding it to stand in front of Steve. “You bring him here to do what?”

“Bucky completed the de-programming process in Wakanda. He’s going to stay here with us.” Tony laughed bitterly, throwing his head back to exaggerate the moment even more.

“That’s not happening.” Bucky shifted in the corner of the room, moving to sit at the table with you and Wanda.

“I told you.” He whispered to you as the automatic doors slid open, revealing the six foot figure of Thor followed closely behind by Bruce.

“So, you’re going to mention me to Val the next time you see her?” Bruce rubbed his chin as he walked.

“I will definitely talk to her regarding your appearance the next time I see her, yes.” Thor’s accent carried through the room. The addition of two people Bucky had never interacted with made him stiffen in his chair. He felt your nails trace the veins in his fisted hand on the table, the action calming him down.

“Tony, it’s not your decision. Bucky has every right to be here.” Bruce stopped talking, becoming invested in the exchange between Tony and Steve. Bucky felt eyes land on the side of his face, drilling holes into his clenched jaw.

“Ah!” Thor approached the table, setting a large hammer down on a stack of papers near Bruce’s desk. “This is the famous Barnes!” As he walked up, Bucky stood, offering his right hand for the man to shake. A gesture that was quickly dismissed by the Asgardian, immediately pulling Bucky into a tight hug. “I’ve become quite fond of hugs.”

“Oh geez.” Bruce said under his breath as he watched the interaction of the men. When Thor dropped his hold on Bucky, he turned back to Steve and Tony who were still arguing.

“I don’t understand the disagreement. Are you not always preaching forgiveness, Mr. Stark?” Bucky heard you scoff from the table, quickly hiding it with your hand whenever he shot you a look.

“I’ve never said that.” Tony remarked, picking his screwdriver back up to continue tinkering on his helmet. “And with him,” he jabbed the tool in Bucky’s direction, “I never will.”

“Barnes has redeemed himself, has he not?” Bucky was genuinely intrigued as to why Thor was taking his side, though he wasn’t about to question him at the moment.

“Yeah, Buck has gone through the whole process of removing HYDRA’s trigger.” You locked eyes with Bucky briefly before leveling with Tony’s figure across the room. “The Winter Soldier is dead.”

Bucky’s shoulders dropped with your words. Even though he knew it was true in his head, it was the first time he had heard the words said aloud. He cast his gaze to the floor, his hair acting as a curtain.

“Besides, Stark.” Wanda spoke from the corner of the room, “If that’s what you think of Bucky, what do you think of me?”

The room fell into silence. The nature of it was too heavy for Bucky to bear, so he shifted uncomfortably in an effort to get someone to speak. He knew of what Wanda did and how she acquired her powers, but he didn’t really think twice of it.

“He should be here with the team, Tony.” Steve’s voice was the first to emerge, breaking the ice that had frozen them in time. Bucky watched as Tony considered Steve’s words and the testimonies of his fellow team members.

“Get Shuri to send over the file on his recovery process and I’ll consider it.” Tony said, not looking up from the tabletop. Thor clapped loudly, walking to Steve to hug him only to be denied when Steve began to talk.

“I have it here.” He ducked Thor’s grasp and pointed to Mjolnir, rolling his eyes. “Thor, can you move the hammer? It’s on the file.”

“Oh, I got it.” Bucky was quicker to react, heading to the stack of papers on the corner of the table.

“No, Bucky. Thor has to move it because of the whole thing about being wor—” Y/N’s words stopped short as Bucky lifted Mjolnir off the papers, before effortlessly walking to Steve and Thor.

“Here you go.” He held the hammer up for Thor to take, only then noticing the eyes on him as he stood still. “What did I do now?”

Thor’s jaw hung open, before taking hold of the leather strap of Mjolnir. His brows furrowed as his Adam’s apple bobbed harshly. Thor held the hammer out for Bucky to take, making the brunette increasingly confused. Bucky gripped the handle of Mjolnir, raising a brow before looking in your direction for help

Only when he turned to you, he saw what he never wanted to see. Tears glazing over your eyes that were threatening to spill over. He rushed over to you, setting the hammer on the tabletop in front of you. His thumbs, both flesh and metal, ran the tops of your cheeks to soothe you. Bucky opened his mouth to speak when Bruce cut him off.

“Does that make him King?” The regal title quirked Bucky’s interest, but he refused to turn from you. “Because I don’t know if he’s ready for Asgard, yet. Poor guy’s barely adjusted to the twenty-first century.”

“I mean, technically it means he’s worthy to be King.” Wanda remarked while Bucky tried to drown out the chatter of his companions, but you gripped his hands and pulled them from your face.

“You can lift Mjolnir.” Bucky shrugged as the rest of the room went quiet again.

“Like it’s hard?”

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lexiawrittings · 3 years

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The Compromise. I

PAIRING.

Dark!CEO!Steve Rogers x Reader.

SUMMARY.

Wealthy CEO, Steve Rogers is a businessman before everything. All he ever wanted is to be the best, richest and smartest, owning all the finest companies. His priority: be better in affairs than his father.

But when a huge opportunity is offered to him, Steve would do anything in his power to seize it. And he’s ready to make a sweet and dangerous deal with you. Even though you are not willing to make a compromise with him.

A/N.

Political Relationship/Marriage? AU. Dark AU.

This is DARK. ANGST (i’m sorry) & SMUT (explicit sexual content) +18. Breeding Kink - sort of... Non-Con & Dub-Con. Mentions of Political Marriage. Mentions of Relationship/Marriage of Convenience. Swearing.

Here it is. One of my favorite story. Hopefully you will enjoyed it too. As always, thank you very much for reading! Don’t hesitate to leave your thoughts, comments, and feedback. (sorry for the layout at then, bugs from Tumblr)

A lots of Love! Lex!xxx

P.S: Gif is not mine, credits to the owner and maker.

WORDS.2942ish.

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Being the assistant of the wealthy, arrogant, sexy Steve Rogers has its perks. Your income was very high so you could buy anything you ever wanted. You could use his name anytime you wished to impress your relatives, or friends when they were visiting you for booking the best tables in the greatest and luxurious restaurants in Manhattan. And, one of the greatest benefits of them all was that you could have the best sex you ever had with this gorgeous man. It was one of his “arrangements“ with you. Every once in a while, Steve Rogers, solemn and clever, needed a release from his stressful business life. He was the one who decided the when and where without any confirmation on your part. He just scheduled the meeting in your daily calendar like it was one of his business luncheon. And you showed up.

That’s why, on this Saturday evening you were, naked, sweaty, and panting hard under his muscular chest. Steve was thrusting into you, again and again, hitting the soft delicious spot inside your pussy. You clenched his thick cock once, biting your lips watching him grunted.

“ Baby! “ Steve moaned, still moving above you. He descended one hand caressing your skin stopping between your thighs. The blond man started to stroke your clit with his fingers, urgently. “ Come for me. ” He whispered his red mouth still wet from your previous orgasm. “ Come all around me.“

The bed was creaking with your movement in his darkroom. You were pressed into the mattress, feeling your climax coming once again deep inside your core. Steve pushed harder inside of you, feeling you were almost there. You grazed his smooth back with your nails arching your back as you reached your peak, deliciously hot and blissful. You whimpered, squeezing him hard. Steve swore under his breath, putting his head into the crook of your neck, he came in a low and deep groan, his hips jerking at each spasm, his cock throbbing inside of you. You breathed hard under him, softly kissing his shoulder. Your eyelids were heavy from tiredness but you felt euphoric. His hot breath was fanning your neck, his sweaty chest was against your naked breast. Steve swallowed as he braced himself from you, one hand next to your head the other stroking softly your clit making you shiver. He took himself out, looking at you, he frowned, concentrating.

“ Did you send the fiscal papers to the Financial Department? “ He asked a bit out of breath. His head was clear and turned into business mode.

You nodded once. You didn't know how after all of the sex, he could still think about work.

“ And did you send the e-mail to Stark? The one with the new numbers? “ He continued his voice hoarse.

You nodded again, confused. Because his voice was CEOish but his hand on your stomach was gentle.

“ Good. “ Steve replied.

He licked his lips humming his approval as he tasted your sweet juice on his tongue. He smirked seeing your eyes darkened from the sight closely watching him, but he pushed his body away from you and get up on the steady ground of his bedroom’s floor. He started to walked toward his bathroom, naked like the day he was born.

“ Monday I have a meeting with Wilson & Barnes, don’t forget to buy the beverage, Miss Smith. “ He informed you, his back, turned to you. You could saw the long scratch of your nails on his skin.

You sighed, watching him closed the door of the bathroom. It was back to Miss Smith again. It wasn’t your last name, but Steve Rogers wasn’t the greatest of the boss. And if he used this name it meant that your night together was over and it was the time for you to go home. It was your deal between the two of you since you started to work at Rogers Inc. You were the best assistant ever, he was a jerk and arrogant boss, and sometimes the two of you will meet, preferably in his apartment, and had sex. Just wild and sensual sex, with no feeling and attachment. For him for sure. But for you, it was difficult each day to fool you that you haven’t any feelings, for him. You were lost, one part of you liked the tender man, he was sometimes. And another part of you was scared of how harsh, brutal, and dark he could be when he wanted something.

°°°

“ I heard Rumlow is on the market again, trying to buy Stark Industries. “ James Buchanan Barnes stated, smiling behind his hand, watching his best friend getting angrier at the information. “ Even though he filed for bankruptcy last year, the word in the street is that a private investor gave him the money to buy one of the biggest companies in the world.” “ I don’t believe this lie, Buck’. “ Steve told him completely annoyed that his oldest rival/enemy was back in the game. “ I am the one who will buy Stark’s company. Tony trusts me. “ He continued, turning his chair back to the men to watch the biggest and tallest skyscrapers of New York City through the huge windows of his office. “ The only thing Tony trusts, my man, “ Sam smiled, raising himself from the white couch buttoning his jacket. “ Is money. “ He finally revealed, pointing at the glass door at his associate, he left the room a grin on his lips.

It was barely 10 a.m and Steve Rogers was already mad. The week had just begun.

“ Contact your father, Steve. I’m sure he will have a solution.“ Bucky raised himself from his seat his eyes following Sam leaning against the main desk in the waiting area. The dark-haired man sighed frowning at his colleague who was currently flirting with Steve’s assistant. The CEO couldn’t see them but he could hear them giggling in the lobby. His irritation was going up reaching a new level of anger. “ My father will blackmail me or worse bully me into something I don’t want to, for me to get the money. ” Steve replied without turning his back from the beautiful skyline of the city. “ Yes. “ Bucky admitted walking toward the door. “ But, in the end, you would possess the most important industrial firm in the world. “ He explained, his eyes watching the head of his friend, over his shoulder. He shook his head, before leaving the office closing the door behind him.

Steve knew that Bucky was right. He had to ask his father for the money or he could say goodbye to one of his biggest dream for his career: merging Stark company with his own. He turned around, turning his computer on to make a deal with the devil. Without turning his head from the screen, Steve hit one button on his telephone.

“ Miss Smith, I need you for a moment. “ He talks directly to the interphone set on the device and pushed his finger away.

You entered the office, less than a minute later. A pen and a notepad in your hand already ready to write his orders. He didn’t acknowledge you, still taping on the flat and white keyboard. A couple of minutes later, Steve finished his e-mail. He pressed send then he raised himself from his chair, tucking his tie and buttoning his expensive jacket. He walked around his desk finally looking at you. You had waited for him for the exactitude of two minutes and thirty seconds, but it wasn’t the first time he was a complete asshole to you. It won’t be the last time either.

" Follow me to the Financial Department, I need to know the exact numbers we could pull out for Stark Industries. " He informed you, still walking. " What ordered do I make to the kitchen for your lunch, sir? " You asked, nodding but also preparing your pen to write his answer. " Nothing. I’m going out for lunch and will remain out for the most part of this afternoon too.” He informed you, as he stopped in front of your frame. “Cancelled my appointments.”

You paused for a nanosecond at the new information settle in before putting your pen and small notepad in your skirt pocket. Steve was about to walk around you but he suddenly took your wrist into a firm grip in his hand. His eyes were darker and full of promising threats. You gasped surprised by his sudden movement. And then you felt it, the burning feeling from his tight hold, you winced under his angry face. He pulled on your wrist making you collided into his chest, with his other hand he raised your head, one finger under your chin. Your eyes met his cold blue one.

" It’s the first and last time I hear you flirting with one of my friends, sweetheart. Do you understand? " He asked his voice grave and low, his lips barely moving.

You nodded biting your lips under his glare. Steve leaned his mouth to yours, put a simple kiss on your lips. One. Tender. Then, he released you from his grip, stepping beside you to open the door. You let a quiet gasp escape your lips as you stroked the tender flesh of your wrist.

" Let’s go, Miss Smith, we haven’t all day. " He cried out without turning around, striding into the lobby toward the elevator.

Confused you followed him, tears in your eyes. You paused next to him, waiting for the elevator. Discomfort growing inside your chore.

" Miss Smith, you will do a quick reckon on Mr. Brock Rumlow while I’m away. I need to know everything. From the professors he had in preschool to the girls he's currently banging. " Steve commanded you as the metal doors open up in front of you. " Yes, sir. " You sniffed, quickly wiping away a tear from your cheek taking your small notepad and pen from your pocket you took notes.

Steve step inside. You followed him but pushed yourself at the back in one of the four corners, putting as much distance as possible between the two of you, making yourself small. The elevator closed the doors and start his descent to the floors below. Steve turned around his back to you. " Stop crying, baby. You know how much it makes me hard. " Steve said to you, his voice low. He took his phone from inside his jacket and started scrolling "And, I don’t have the time to fuck you, right now. “

With a trembling hand, you wiped away the remaining tears on your skin. You bite your lips your sighted set on his long fingers tapping the screen. Sometimes Steve Rogers could be much worse than a simple asshole. He could be frightening.

°°°

It turned out to be a horrible and awful Monday as the day goes on and on. Steve was angry at everything. Pushing the bag, harder with his fists, he didn’t hear you walk into the gym room of the building. The night had felt in New York City, and almost every employee had returned home. Except you. You couldn’t leave until he did. Steve was wearing his sports clothes, a white t-shirt with sweat pants. His forehead and face were coated in sweat. He had returned to the office two hours ago without telling you anything. He just took his gym bag and went straight to this room. The space was large and clear with numerous sports machines. You leaned your side against the wall, a big folder in your hands.

Finally, Steve stopped hitting the punching ball. Panting, he put his hair away from his eyes.

" Did you finished what I asked you about Rumlow? " Steve asked, starting to take away the white bandage from his hand. " Yes. " You answered, clearing your voice. " I searched and classified every single information I could find on him. " You waved the folder to him. " From birth to present day. "

But Steve didn’t look at you. His thought turned on what his father had told him over their lunch earlier. “ Find a sweet wife, and makes an heir. I don’t want to see my name tainted and ending with you. “ Sweet words. His father was the worst but he had accepted to give him enough money to gather with what his financial team could bring from his company. It would be more than enough to beat Brock and buy Stark Industries but he still had to look for a wife and make a damn baby. He wasn’t the romantic kind of guy. Steve didn’t believe in love and all the other bullshit the media was brainwashing the world with. He loved sex and was pretty damn good at it. But what drove him was to grow his business and be the best. To be better than his father. And he was one step away from it and nobody or anyone will stop him.

" That’s great, Miss Smith. " He nodded taking the last bit of the bandage from his left hand before taking off the bandage from the right one. " Will you marry me, Y/N? " Steve asked not once raising his head from his fingers.

You froze feeling that you haven’t heard him well. You frowned taken aback by the words that came out of his mouth. You didn’t know if you should be more shocked at him for using your real name in three years or by his proposal. You swallowed hard waiting for him to laugh at you. And announced that all of it was a joke. A bad joke. Steve finally turned his blue sight toward you, raising an eyebrow, waiting for a reply.

" Well? " He asked impatiently, finishing with his bandage. " Oh, you are serious! " You exclaimed your mouth wide open, and almost dropping the huge folder on the floor. " Of course, I’m serious. " Steve replied annoyed throwing his stuff in his large sports bag.

Surprise, you dropped your gaze on the ground. Marriage? Marriage was such a big thing, celebrating and vowing in front of your friends and family to love each other for the rest of your life until death comes to break us apart. For you, it was something to do when you were in love but it wasn’t what Steve had in mind.

" You are great at your job, sexy and I like to have sex with you. " He enumerated looking at you and putting his hands on his hips. " I’m not taking no for an answer. So when we should get married, the sooner the better. " He continued his face dead serious looking at you.

You were so confused and baffled by all this, looking at him like a second head had grown on his neck. What the fuck was happening? You shook your head, making a step back to the door. He was insane. Seeing you moving back, Steve took two long strides to reach you before you could escape from him. Extracting the folder from your hold, he threw it across the gym room, papers flying around felt on the ground. Steve put his hands on both of your cheeks. He raised your head pulling it closer to his own. Scared, you look at his eyes. The word dangerous flashing around your mind.

" I told you, I won’t take no for answer. " He murmured his lips brushing yours. "When we will get married I will offer you everything that you desire. I’m filthy rich it’s almost indecent, sweetheart. You will have everything and more." He explained to you stroking your cheek, his dark eyes looking at your teary and fearful one. " A house, cars, clothes anything you want. All I asked in return is a couple of kids. " Steve whispered low against your lips. He brushed his hard-on in his pants against your lower stomach emphasizing his thought. " It will be your kids, I will send them to the best schools, they will have everything they want." He dry-humped your stomach, wiping a few tears on your cheeks with his thumbs, excited watching you frightened.

Steve was certainly insane selling this dream life to you. You needed to think alone, away from his pushy behavior. Closing your eyes, you tried to shrink away from his grasps but he was holding you tightly. You opened your eyes more tears falling on your cheeks, scared you shook your head once again.

" I-I… " You stuttered, choking a sob as you watched him smirked in front of you. " I told you, baby. I won’t take no for an answer. " He said quietly and pressed a kiss on your lips. He took one of your trembling hands from your side, pulled on it, and guided it inside his sweat pants and underwear. You gasped breaking away from him. You felt his hand forcing yours to pump his thick cock in his clothing. " I already told you, seeing you cried makes me horny, baby. " He mumbled in a low voice. " Horny and hard, just for you. " Steve reminded you, groaning at your touch.

He put his forehead against yours, feeling your hand all around him. He guided you to stroke him as he liked you too. You whimpered sobbing, not knowing what to do. Watching the tears falling on your cheeks, his cock throbbed inside of both of your hands. He darkly smiled at you before putting his lips on yours, pushing his tongue inside your mouth.

You will be his perfect little wife.

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Two. Thee. Four. Five.

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ALL TIED UP - FOUR

Previous ⊹ Series

summary: A look into the House of Sigma Beta Theta (ΣBΘ). Annoyed with the vague hinting at the party on Friday, Steve confronts Clint and stands up for once– and it only slightly backfires.

pairings: Art Student!Frat Brother!Steve Rogers x Film Student!Sorority Sister!Reader

word count: 1386

warnings: cursing, food mention, meeting the rest of the brothers, dudebro Clint, fuckboy Tony, singling out/exclusion, power dynamics, Steve's just trying to make it through the day man

a/n: we get to meet the rest of the fraternity! so sorry it's been a while. the holidays, seasonal depression, and work happened and i didn't really have the motivation to write for steve again until recently. hope yall like it ❤ p.s. thank you all SO SO much again on the continuing love for filthy impetuous souls. it means the world ❤

This chapter was not beta'd by anyone else. All mistakes in this chapter are my own.

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Last Wednesday.

Dribbles of cereal milk splash onto the kitchen table as Steve switches between eating breakfast, drafting a perfect-but-also-not-too-perfect text to his barista, and reading the newspaper. The newspaper thing makes him feel like an old fucking geezer, but it reminds him of mornings with his Ma back home. He misses her.

He makes a mental note to call her this weekend.

Munching on another spoonful, he nearly chokes at the sound of slow, calculated footsteps descending the stairs. Normally he’s the only one home on Wednesday mornings. Normally he can sit in comfortable silence in the kitchen without needing to sneak around the fucking house. However, this specific Wednesday morning was not normal– all the guys were hungover from the party the night before. Upon realization, Steve reluctantly swallows the half-chewed gob of Cheerios. It lands in his stomach like a rock as he frantically looks about the scene on the table; he can’t decide fast enough whether to hide the newspaper, or his phone– or himself– before whomever is around the corner sees him outside his bedroom, outside his element.

Tony Stark is the first to stride into the kitchen. Jet-black hair slicked back with yesterday's pomade complimented by a face riddled with stubble. He’s a mismatched mess of a worn Yankees jersey, khakis, and the newest Nikes, all of which are covered by the stench of luxury cologne and seven types of vodka. Even with designer sunglasses on, he winces at the fluorescent kitchen lights while dragging his feet straight to the coffee pot.

"’Sup, Rogers."

As far as they are into the semester, it’s the first time Tony directly acknowledges Steve in a way that isn't sarcastic or followed by a snooty comment under his breath. Steve quietly tips his chin to Tony out of politeness. From his perch at the kitchen table, he watches Tony pour a mug of coffee before slyly taking a mini Fireball out of his shirt pocket, dumping it into the hot liquid. He stirs his concoction with a finger, tasting it with a faint grimace before sipping.

To each their own, Steve thinks.

"Are you really reading the fuckin' newspaper, old timer?" Tony remarks behind his mug. Last night’s party and lack of proper hydration makes his voice raspy, deeper than usual. Steve shrugs, nodding with a faint 'yeah' in response. Steve sips his protein shake.

Tony sniffs a laugh. "Soon enough, you'll be on it."

Another slurp.

"What?" Steve chokes, a chunk of unmixed protein powder lodging itself in his esophagus.

"Hm. Nothin'."

“No, what did you–”

"Whoa! Sure is a party in here," Clint Barton jokes upon entering the kitchen, following in Tony's footsteps to the coffee maker. Compared to Tony, Clint takes his hangovers in full stride. It figures, too; the guy is a kinesiology-finance major with a nutritionist-business major of a girlfriend. Eyes full of light and mischief, hair already stylishly spiked even though he just rolled out of bed, he’s already in his usual workout shirt and sweatpants. Clint whistles to himself, taking a large tub of protein powder off the top of the fridge before fixing a shaker of protein coffee. Tony steps out of the way to the other side of the kitchen to lean against the stove, watching, lurking.

"Not until you got here, Clint," Steve attempts. Clint doesn't turn around until he's shaking his protein shaker. Loudly.

"You say sumn'?" He asks, smirking when Steve begins to shake his head and go back to his phone.

"Steven, I kid, I kid.”

Steve gives a tight-lipped smile, looking down at his soggy Cheerios. The knot in his chest tightens. The milk smells sour.

“Hey, Steve.”

Steve looks up, locking eyes with Clint. He swallows, hands gripping the newspaper and crumpling the comics section– his favorite.

“You have fun last night?” Clint asks, dropping more powdered supplements into his shaker.

“Y-Yeah, it was fun.”

“You see any cute honeys you like?” Clint waggles his brow.

Steve’s face burns. His eyes dart to Tony, who’s hiding a knowing smirk behind his coffee mug.

“I think, yeah,” he shrugs.

Clint laughs, lips morphing into a knowing, dark grin. “Well if you think they were cute last night, just wait ‘til Friday. You’ll believe it, then.”

Another vague nod to Friday. Steve’s brow furrows, leaning forward in his chair. “What do you mean by that?”

Clint blinks, surprised at the confrontation, and sets his shaker down on the counter before approaching the kitchen table, hands slamming into the wood. Steve’s cereal sloshes, splashing a bit onto the screen of his phone.

“You wanna ask me that again, Steven?” Clint hisses with a challenging smirk. “Go ahead, y’know I can’t hear real well. I didn’t hear ya the first time.” He leans in with a hand cupped to his ear and a mocking face. “What’s that? Huh?”

“Nothin’,” Steve mumbles.

“Sorry, what?”

“Nothing.” Steve’s knuckles are white.

“Sorry! Come again?” Clint’s smirk grows wider the further he leans in.

Steve stands abruptly, slamming his own palms onto the table. “I said–!”

“You said what?”

Steve and Clint turn to the direction of Bucky’s voice as it drifts into the kitchen before he and Sam do. Hands pocketed, brow raised, ponytail bobbing, Bucky looks sternly between Steve and Clint. Sam mirrors him with the ghost of a smirk on his lips. Steve straightens instantly; Clint follows suit, stretching a hand out to Sam to exchange high fives. Steve’s eye twitches.

“Hm?” Bucky questions, stopping in the middle of the kitchen. He looks from Tony– who just nurses his coffee, checking stocks on his phone– to Clint– who lifts his hands in defense, acting confused– and finally to Steve– who sets his jaw, trying his best to level his breathing and frustration.

Steve swallows, gritting his teeth. “I didn’t say anything.” He tries to keep his tone level, convincing. Bucky nods, gaze shifting to Clint.

“Nothin’, boss, y’know me.” Clint’s lips twitch along with his brow.

Bucky’s eyes dart between them before he turns back to Sam, who leans against the fridge with crossed arms. Steve locks eyes with him for a second longer before he turns to Bucky and shrugs. The moment hangs in the air, silent and tense, like every other time all five of them are alone in the same room. Steve’s always the one that feels the tension, though.

“As you were,” Bucky concludes. The kitchen reverts back to normal as everyone resumes the start to their days. Steve stands idly by, looking down at his milk-coated paper and phone, his breakfast soggy and ruined. He sighs and begins to clean up. Before he leaves the kitchen, Bucky grabs his arm, stopping him in his tracks.

“Forgot to ask. You inviting anyone?”

Steve responds with a confused look.

Bucky rolls his eyes. “To the party, Stevie,” he clarifies, flashing a smile differing from his usual, knowing smirk.

Steve hesitates, looking to Sam then back to Bucky. “Kinda, yeah,” he shrugs. All eyes are on him and the kitchen stills once again. Bucky’s brow rockets up his forehead.

“Yeah? Who?”

Steve’s Adam's apple bobs. “Uh, just–just a friend. From class.”

“But who?” Bucky’s grip on Steve’s arm tightens.

“She’s just a–” Steve immediately bites his tongue. It's too late.

“She? You have a she-friend?” Clint asks incredulously. Even Tony looks at Steve from behind his lowered sunglasses. All eyes are on the blond whose eyes dart around helplessly.

“I–Wh–She’s just a friend from class, that’s it,” Steve defends, heat pooling in his cheeks as he stares pointedly into Bucky’s cool blues. Bucky holds him for a second more before releasing his arm, dusting off Steve’s shoulders, smiling.

“We’ll make sure to give her a real warm welcome, then,” Bucky winks.

Unnerved, Steve quickly makes his way out of the kitchen and up the stairs to his room while mixed conversations from the kitchen chase after him. He doesn’t bother listening. Once he enters his room, he triple checks the locks on the door before slouching into his secondhand office chair. Popping in earbuds, he hits play on the album he fell asleep to the night prior as his fingers fly over his phone’s keyboard, coming to a stop when the adrenaline does.

He reads over the text, chewing his lip, and hits send.

Hey, it’s Steve

who?

Meathead.

oh i know just wanted to hear u say it

Don’t you mean see it?

damn. got me there

nice first attempt at texting btw. solid 8/10, good introduction

8/10??

What can a guy do to earn a 10/10?

hmm

come by the cafe later and try a new drink i made ;)

Deal.

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egcdeath · 3 years

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act natural

pairing: steve rogers x reader

summary: sometimes, you just have to share the bed.

word count: 2.4k

warnings: fluff, sharing a bed, idiots in love, cheesy

a/n: this is really just an excuse for me to write a lot of self indulgent bants, but it’s also a part of @stargazingfangirl18’s soft!dark challenge, and i decided to write something soft and use the prompt of only having one bed! (p.s. i like did not edit this at all so if a few words are used a lot pls forgive me)

Dinner at the safehouse was finally wrapping up after a long day of getting your ass beat by an angry android and a few enhanced teenagers. You and everyone else around you seemed to be more than exhausted from the extensive day of revisiting deeply repressed traumas, and petty arguments between teammates over who was truly at fault for every predicament you found yourselves in.

You took a long and final swig from a beer bottle, glancing up to Bruce and Nat as they stood up and pushed in their chairs, retiring for the night.

“Thanks for hosting us, Laura,” Natasha offered, grabbing her plate from the dinner table, and dropping it off in the dishwasher.

“Of course, guys. Any time,” she gave a half smile to her friend, then looked back at the table, where everyone else had taken the memo, and found themselves somewhere in the process of leaving the table, or grabbing their dishes, “but before you all go, I wanted to warn you that someone else is gonna have to share a room tonight.”

You glanced over at Steve, who was on your left, and Tony, who was sat at the head of the table. You and Steve shared an awkward chuckle at the thought of being in the same bed, not even considering the similarly uncomfortable situation of sharing a bed with Tony.

“I think I’ll be rooming alone. These two lovebirds can share,” Tony chided before either of you even had a chance to think of a response. You looked back over at Steve, whose cheeks were currently dusted with a light shade of pink, and the bigger man quickly looked away from you.

“Tony, you know we are not- you know what, nevermind,” you huffed, deciding the argument was not worth it.

Tony shook his head as he dropped his dishes off in the dishwasher. “So no objections?” he asked teasingly, eyeing you both with a smirk on his way back from the kitchen. “Why am I not surprised?” You could’ve sworn you heard Clint and Fury laughing to themselves before excusing themselves from the table, and dispursting though the house.

Besides the slight humiliation of being teased for your situation, you weren’t too concerned about the act of spending the night, or next few nights with Steve. You and Steve were friends, or something like that. Just a few pals with crushes that you refused to admit to each other (or yourselves).

Pushing this thought aside, you grabbed the neck of your empty beer bottle, along with a few pieces of silverware and marched off to the mechanical cleaner yourself. You dropped off the things that needed to be cleaned, tossed your bottle in the recycling bin, then went to turn away when Steve grabbed your arm, automatically catching your attention.

“Is this okay with you?” He asked, letting his vice grip on your arm go.

“It’s fine. I’ll see you upstairs,” you muttered before speeding off, and heading upstairs where you strolled into the only vacant room, with the door wide open, and both your own and Steve’s duffle bags on the floor.

You made a mental note to thank whoever brought them in (probably Laura), and dug through your bag to find something even slightly comfortable to sleep in, eventually settling on an oversized shirt and your favorite cotton shorts.

You had just barely finished changing in the tiny closet when you heard the soft click of the room door, notifying you of Steve’s arrival. You slid open the closet door, and made a beeline for the bed, flopping onto the left side, and reaching for your phone as a distraction.

“Do you want me to sleep on the floor?” Steve asked, searching through his own bag until he found the only clean comfortable pair of pants he had in there, that just happened to be a jokey Christmas gift donned with a red white and blue color scheme, and graphics of mini shields on it.

“What the hell, Steve. Of course not,” you set your phone down so that you could get a better look at him. “We probably have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.” You could live with that excuse, especially considering that it would not be very becoming of you to tell your crush that missing an opportunity to sleep in the same bed as him feels like a federal crime.

He stood up from his squatting position, squeezing into the tight space of the closet so that he could change into the corny pants, and finally get out of his clothes from the day, “I just didn’t want to make things weird.”

“Well, they won’t be as long as you stay on your side, okay?” You said petulantly, setting two pillows across the middle of the queen sized bed and attempting to ignore the excited butterflies in your stomach.

“I will,” Steve responded, exiting the closet slipping into the right side of the bed cautiously, and looking at the wall that was facing him.

You glanced over at Steve, and when you caught wind of his shirtless torso, you couldn’t help but to look away with a warm face,“this is so awkward now,” you said after a beat. “Why couldn’t you have roomed with Tony?”

“Tony is the worst bed mate ever. Total blanket and pillow hog,” Steve chuckled, attempting to ease up some of the tension.

“You’re no saint either. I’ve heard you’re a cuddler,” you bantered back, allowing yourself one more glance at the man. Steve seemed to be having the same thought as you at the same time as you, as your eyes briefly met.

It was uncomfortably silent in the room once more, and you reached over to your nightstand to turn off the bedside lamp, “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Night, Steve,” you turned your back to the border of pillows, fell into a fetal position, and squeezed your eyes shut, hoping that you’d be able to find some sort of peace after such a bizarre day. You tried not to dwell so much on the horrors you’d been forced to face earlier, and instead relied on the rhythmic breathing coming from the man next to you to ground you.

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You weren’t sure when exactly you fell asleep, but a jolting of your bed, and a bit of a commotion coming from somewhere in your room pulled you away from your unsettling dreams.

Blinking yourself awake, you uncurled your body, and rolled over to look at Steve, whose legs were thrown over the edge of the bed while he panted heavily.

“Steve?” you slurred sleepily, “you ‘kay?”

“’m fine,” he yawned.

“Well you woke me up,” you mumbled, throwing your head back against a pillow.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I was having a shitty dream anyway.”

“Really? I was too,” Steve refused to look at you, staring blankly at the wall.

“So tell me about it,” you hummed.

“It’s just… I keep thinking about how I missed out on so many things from the past. I could’ve been happy, living out my days in a semi-peaceful and familiar world. Not anything like this.”

You sat up as you listened, pushing aside a pillow from the border you’d constructed to move closer to Steve and set a reassuring hand on his back.

“I guess I just wish that I was there. With everyone and everything I used to know.”

“But it’s not all bad, right?” you offered, and Steve shrugged before looking down.

“I’m sorry. I really am. I know that I’ll never truly understand that, but there’s nothing any of us can do about it now. You’re here now, and you have no other choice but to make the best of it. I know you probably don’t want to hear this, but if you spend all of your time in the present lamenting about what things could’ve been in the past, you’re just gonna be miserable forever,” you rambled sleepily, words slurring occasionally.

“Your experience is so unique, so I could be getting this all wrong, but there are plenty of good things here in the now. I mean, a world without the internet? I don’t know if that’s a world worth living in,” you chuckled softly, and were joined in your quiet laughter by the man on the other side of your bed.

“Seriously, though. I know you can’t control your dreams, but maybe your subconscious is letting you know that it’s okay to let go. Of like, the past. It might just be time for you to move on and be happy. I’m sure that Peggy and everyone else from your past would’ve wanted that for you too.” In the dark, you saw the silhouette of Steve’s head nodding.

“You always know what to say, huh?” he asked, kicking his legs back over onto the bed while you scooted back over into your previous space.

“I’m like half asleep right now, Steve. If you asked me to repeat half of what I just said, I would not know what to say,” you giggled.

“You wanna talk about your dream?” Steve asked in a concerned tone.

“Mmm, I actually just wanna go to sleep. As crazy as that may sound,”

“Is there anything that I can do to help you not have another bad one?”

“Hmmm,” you pondered, becoming a bit more lethargic by the moment. “Spoon me?”

“As you wish,” Steve happily obliged, grabbing one of the pillows from the middle of the bed and adding it to his stash of pillows.

You threw a pillow from the border between your knees, and received a strange look from Steve. “What? I heard it’s good for your back.” He still didn’t seem convinced. “Stop being so judgy and cuddle me already,” you murmured, turning your body so that you could lay on your side.

Steve scooted closer to you, and you pressed your back to the front of his chest. He tossed an arm over you and somehow managed to pull you even closer to him. You swore you hadn’t been this comfortable since you left the womb, and you nearly purred in response.

“Can I make a request?” he asked.

You simply nodded.

“Can we just… talk until we fall back asleep?”

“That’s really cute,” you mumbled into your pillow.

“You just have a relaxing voice!” he defended playfully.

“You are such a dork,” you giggled. “What do you want to talk about?”

“Just tell me about… I dunno, anything.”

“That was so helpful, Steven.”

“My bad. Tell me about your favorite… mission?”

“Mm, probably that one time you and I had to go undercover for like a month to bust that arms dealer.”

“Which one?”

“Some dude in the Midwest. Can’t remember his name.”

“Oh yeah, yeah I know who you’re talking about.”

“It was fun being your life partner for a month. We were really good at being domestic.”

“Hmm, now that I think about it, we really were. Do you remember that cookout?”

“Of course I do,” you laughed at the memory. “Everyone else was getting so drunk, but you just… couldn’t. They were like Joseph, you’re such a beast, and shit. And who would’ve guessed that you, the old timer would be such a beast on the grill.”

“Well, who would’ve guessed that you were so good at cornhole?”

“Was I really that good? Or were you just really bad? Like really bad, especially for someone whose skill set revolves around having good aim,” you teased.

Steve scoffed and laughed, shaking his head at you.

“How didn’t those people recognize us? I just don’t get it.”

“You’d be surprised how much a beard and dyed hair can change your look.”

“I guess,” you sighed softly, and set a hand on top of Steve’s. “Does this feel counterproductive to you? We’re just sitting here giggling. We’re probably getting less tired.”

“I guess I am less tired. But I’m also not thinking about the impending robot apocalypse.”

“Well now that you brought it up, I’m thinking about the impending robot apocalypse. You better fix this, Rogers.” Emboldened by what must’ve been the butterflies in your stomach falling asleep, you began to roll a bit in his arms so you were facing each other, kicking away the pillow between your legs in the process.

“How can I make it up to you?” Steve asked, raising a brow.

“You’re the man with a plan, right? Think of something,” your lip quirked slightly in a smirk.

Steve leaned in just the smallest amount, before a lightbulb seemed to go off in his head. “I got it. We can do one of those one word stories until we fall asleep.”

Well, that’s not exactly how you thought this moment was going to go.

“Okay, I’ll start then,” you nodded, pressing your head down against a soft pillow, and looking up at Steve, “once.”

“There,” Steve added.

“Was.”

“A.”

“Death-bot,” you giggled.

“Okay, Y/N. No. No more stories. We can just listen to each other breathe now until we fall asleep like before since you wanna ruin the mood.”

“What mood? And you listened to me breathe?”

“What else was I gonna listen to?” he furrowed his brows, “it’s too late for this anyway. We can talk in the morning.”

“All you had to do was tell me that it’s way past your bedtime, and I would be understanding. But goodnight anyway, Stevie,” you cracked him one last smile, not budging from your position as you closed your eyes.

It was silent for a few minutes before Steve whispered up out of the blue, “you still awake?”

You slurred something into the pillow, much more asleep than awake.

“Well, I really like you a lot. Maybe one day I’ll get the guts to tell you that when you’re not completely out of it.”

You grunted as a response, and Steve couldn’t seem to wipe the grin off his face, not while he was falling asleep, and certainly not during his rather pleasant dreams.

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You just couldn’t seem to catch a break with your wake up calls. While you and Steve seemed to sleep through the rapping against the door, and the door itself opening, you both seemed to become aware after the artificial shutter of an iPhone camera flooded through your ears.

“You guys just looked so cute, I wanted to archive this moment for the rest of time. And I’m sure the team will be glad to see that you got along well last night,” Nat teased as your eyes widened and you shot up. “Breakfast is ready downstairs, by the way.”

Well, you two were going to have a great time explaining this one.

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x female reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n #avengers fanfiction #captain america fanfiction #captain america x reader #chris evans x reader #siris5ksoftdarkchallenge

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stanknotstark · 3 years

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Curse Her (No Really)

So that’s the look i imagine is on Loki’s face when he’s like “Can’t know what?” Anyways I had this idea yesterday after thinking about how I grew into an allergy to acrylic. It started off as an idea to grow into an allergy to gold but then i was like NO what if Amora cursed you instead and just ran with it lol Also Uno is totally the Monopoly of card games, I play it with my friends online and there is constant back stabbing and yelling 😂

P.S. I nearly said pus-y but spelled it as pu$$y and just barely caught it holy cow that could have been bad 🤣

Summary: Amora curses you so you can’t wear gold anymore, the metal being Loki’s favorite type of jewelry to gift you and see you wear with pride. You don’t want to tell him because you’re strong and independent and can figure this out without him, right?

In hindsight you should have seen this coming, honestly.

You sit in the lab with Tony, you on his table, your legs dangling, and Tony in his seat looking over the holoscreen in front of him with a frown. Bruce is out of town being the humanitarian he is so Tony is left with the job of running scans on those who are affected in battle. You’re just lucky Loki joined the team and helped Tony and Bruce make machines that can scan magic.

“She cast a spell so you can’t wear gold anymore?” Tony says, his frown deepening. “That’s...a stupid curse.” Tony says looking a bit bewildered.

You let out a bitter chuckle. “She’s jealous that Loki is with me and knows that he loves to gift his sweethearts gold jewelry,” You tell the genius with a roll of your eyes. You look at the ground and sigh. “I suppose I should keep this a secret because if Loki finds out he’ll hunt down Amora and attack her. The last thing I want is Amora teasing me for not being able to fight my own fights.”

“That is a horrible idea,” Tony pips up looking at you sympathetically. “However, as the resident, number one placeholder of bad ideas, I say do exactly that if you’re really that turned off by some teasing.” Tony says, half heartedly trying to convince you to not follow through with this plan but knowing he failed by the pinched look on your face.

It only takes two days. Two. For Loki to realize you’re not wearing his jewelry.

You’re lucky he realizes while in the middle of a team bonding activity, card games.

“Darling, where’s your necklace?” Loki asks lightly as he watches Steve put down a reverse card so instead of being Clint’s turn it’s Tony’s. Clint responds by calling Steve a buttface causing Steve to laugh out of shock.

Your eyes flick over to Tony’s, whose eyes meet yours for a second before you’re both looking at the cards on the floor again. You don’t notice it but Loki definitely noticed the look you both shared but chooses to ignore it.

“I’m letting it soak, it needed to be cleaned and polished.” You easily slip the lie out of your lips. When you look at Loki you’re lucky he isn’t looking at you at first because he can usually read your lies. As he skims his eyes back over to you you let a soft smile slide over your lips to which the god answers with a tilt of his lips.

When he looks away you swallow, Tony catching your eyes and raising his eyebrows.

Tell him. Tony’s eyes flash.

Not right now! You push back through your eyes and a small shake of your head.

Tony rolls his eyes and that’s the end of that silent conversation.

The subject isn’t brought up again until the fourth day.

You know Loki has definitely caught on to the fact that you stay in Tony’s lab a lot recently but you’re thankful he doesn’t ask questions about it.

“Where are your rings?” Loki outright asks, grabbing your hand and rubbing over your fingers with his thumb, his face in a slight frown as he looks at your bare hands. He notes that you wear silver bangles instead of your usual gold.

You both are getting ready for a press release about Amora’s attack and usually you love to flash your jewelry to the public, as if yelling from the roof tops that Loki is yours when you’re adorned in his colors and gifts.

“I, uh, lost them,” You mutter out, playing it up and acting ashamed with your flushed cheeks and pulling your hand from Loki’s to hug yourself. “I’m sorry, I’ll find them though.” You bite your lip looking at Loki’s face. The god smiles tenderly and brings his hand up to caress at your jaw.

“It is fine. I will help you look for them when we have the time.” Loki tells you, his hand falling from your face to grab your hand and lead you from the room.

You totally miss the disappointed frown that passes over Loki’s face as you pass the dresser in the room and he sees the rings laying there.

By the sixth day Loki hasn’t said anything else about your missing jewelry. However, yesterday, a day after the press release, Loki had left your rings on your night stand without another word about them.

You can tell Loki is pulling from you, putting up walls that you had worked so hard to demolish. He seems more standoffish and irritated now if his scathing remarks to the team are a tell. You really should just tell him what’s going on but you’re stubborn.

Today, you sit with Tony in the lab hoping he’ll find a way to make this stupid curse just disappear. While you could wear the gold it would leave you with a noticeable rash within a few hours and if worn long enough pockets of pus appear. If Loki noticed that he would start asking questions you can’t, or rather don’t want to, answer

“I think we need to tell him, I’m honestly lost,” Tony says swiveling in his chair to look at you. “Magic isn’t my forte, it’s Loki’s.” He explains as if you don’t know that.

“Tony, Amora will never let me live this down. She will always belittle me for being weak and having to ask for help to figure this out.”

“Technically you’ve already asked for help...” Tony points out hesitantly.

“This is different. She will call me dependent on Loki, like I wasn’t a threat before he came along and I’m his little damsel in distress,” You say letting out a frustrated growl and covering your face with your hands. “I don’t know how to explain what I mean, ok, I just can’t tell Loki.”

“Uh...” Is all Tony says as you failed to notice someone else came into the lab.

“Look, I love Loki but he can’t know.” You say with finality, letting your hands drop.

“Loki can’t know what, exactly?” Loki asks in a smooth but dangerously low tone.

You gasp, jumping a little in your spot on Tony’s work table. Your eyes are wide as saucers and you’re sure you can feel the blood from your face leave.

Loki stands a few feet away with his arms crossed and a pissed look on his face.

The room is incredibly silent, the tension able to be cut with a dull butter knife. You’re lucky Tony comes to save you.

Tony sighs, brings a hand up to rub through his hair and looks at Loki with a grimace as if dreading to tell Loki a, false, secret.

Wow he was a great actor, shouldn’t be surprising considering he grew up under the paparazzi’s thumb but to see it in action? It’s shocking.

“She wants me to build her some armor. Says she feels inadequate next to all of us since she doesn’t have powers or anything cool other than pistols.” Tony, falsely, admits.

Loki frowns at Tony before his eyes slide over to you looking to see if Tony speaks the truth. You quickly make yourself believe Tony’s lie, putting on your brave face as you look at the God of Lies in the eyes.

You know you’ve succeeded because Loki drops his arms and walks over to you. Tony moves away to tinker with something else in his lab, giving you both space, and quickly flicking the holoscreen he had been looking at away before Loki gets a close look at it and it reveals your secret.

Loki spreads your knees so he may stand between your legs and brings a hand up to grip your chin and make you look up at him.

“You will never be inadequate. You deserve a spot on this team, powers or not. You are a formidable warrior and I’m honored to be able to fight by your side,” Loki tells you, his voice strong and confident, his eyes filled with love. “Why would you hide this from me?” He then whispers, his eyebrows stitched together in a hurt look.

You swallow the lump in your throat and consider telling Loki the truth as you look into his eyes and see how much he truly loves you. How much it hurts him to know you’ve been lying to his face.

“I-”

Suddenly the tower’s klaxons are roaring to life and causing the moment to be broken. You, Loki, and Tony stand at attention.

“Sir, Amora has breeched your defenses, she is fighting Mr. Rogers and Odinson on floor 84. I believe they have it handled though.” Jarvis supplies you all.

You and Loki quickly make your way to the floor, Tony lagging behind to put on his suit.

When you get there Steve and Thor have Amora bound with magic resistant cuffs as she kneels on the ground between them. When she sees you her eyes light up at the fact you are without any jewelry and gives a dark laugh.

“You haven’t rid yourself of my curse? I figured Loki would break it within 24 hours. You’re losing your touch aren’t you, mage?” Amora says looking over to Loki with a perfectly coiffed eyebrow raised in question.

Loki looks over to you with confusion on his face and you sigh. Of course the bitch had to ruin everything you’ve been avoiding.

“Oh,” Amora says, her face slack with shock. Then it splits into an evil grin. “He doesn’t know?”

You glance at Loki who is looking between the two of you with avid interest. Steve and Thor look confused as well. Tony’s suit clanks over to Amora and slaps a magic resistant gag over her mouth, giving you a look that tells you you need to tell Loki everything, now.

Steve, Thor and Tony leave with Amora leaving you in the silent room with a very confused Loki.

“What does she speak of?” Loki finally asks when you refuse to give him anything as you stand there looking at the ground like it’s the most interesting thing in the world. “You’re cursed?” Loki asks, concern laced in his words causing you to feel worse.

You let a tear drop from your eye, blowing out a deep breath and looking at Loki.

“She cursed me so I can’t wear gold without getting a bad rash and pus pockets.” You let the words tumble out of your lips, a small hiccup coming out of your mouth at the end of the sentence.

Loki frowns at you, obviously wanting to comfort you but doesn’t reach for you yet. “That is why you haven’t been wearing my jewelry?” Loki asks for confirmation.

You nod, bringing a hand up to wipe at your tears.

You don’t expect it but Loki quickly envelops you into his arms in a crushing hug. One hand holding your head to his chest, the other rubbing over your back. His body relaxing into yours as if relieved.

“You’re not mad?” You ask the god shakily, your words hitting his chest as puffs of air from your mouth. You bring your arms up and hug Loki back.

“Darling, I thought you had grown tired of me, that you were slipping from my grasps, that you were going to ask to split any day now.” Loki says into your hair where he litters kisses. “I thought you had fallen for Tony.” Loki explains his own voice wavering a bit at the confession.

“What,” You say shocked, your arms squeezing Loki tighter at the realization of the hurt you put Loki through this past week, “No, never, Tony is my friend. I just didn’t want to have to be saved by you all the time. I don’t want to be your damsel in distress. I want us both to be dependent but also independent, that’s all.” You explain into Loki’s chest, your body now shaking with the emotions that overwhelm you.

Loki lets out a relieved laugh, pulling away just enough so he may look down at you. “You will never be a damsel in distress, with need of my help or not. I told you, you are formidable on your own, a warrior with a brave spirit.”

Suddenly you feel really stupid. Amora had gotten inside your head and screwed everything up. Loki was right, as he usually is.

You let out a shaky laugh. “Can you please break this curse so I can wear your jewelry again? I miss it, a lot.” You ask of Loki who only smiles at you fondly and nods.

“Of course, darling.”

#loki x reader #loki #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #my writing

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emilythedog661 · 3 years

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Weird Superfamilies

so i was looking around and i bumped into this

doesn't peter, bucky and loki look like some weird family, like loki could be the mum, bucky's the dad and peter is their son

i'm going to call this family 'the anti-hero family' or 'the victim family'

i know that 'superfamily' already exists with tony, steve and peter but now that tony and steve are gone, i think peter should have a new families so here is 2 more i've seen around 😁

the second one i've seen is in fanfics where it's natasha, bucky and peter so i'm calling that family 'the spider family'

the third and last one i've seen is stephen, loki and peter and i'm calling that one 'the sorcerer family'

that is all i know for now but is there is any more that i've missed, let me know

but in conclusion - peter has a lot of families and he is basically adopted by everyone at this point 😆

p.s. i would love to see fanfic or fan art on this as it will be cute 🥰

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222col · 3 years

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Complicated (Part 4)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: following on from part three, Nat and Steve have a plan, but how will it effect Bucky and Y/N?

Word Count: 1, 364

Note: p.s, there’s definitely still more parts coming hehe !! taglist: @igothroughphasesalot , @loudbluepancake , @deans-other-baby , @wanniiieeee , @apoeticwish update !!! part 5 !!!

The team had been distracted for the past few weeks. They’d each been sent out on different missions and hadn’t seen each other in a while. Luckily for Steve, he and Natasha had been paired up, meaning they had a lot of time to discuss what they were going to do about Finn. Half way through a fight, an idea popped into Nat’s head. “Hey Steve, why I don’t I pretend to seduce Finn? See what he does?” Steve stops and thinks, meaning the enemy got a good punch in. He immediately swings back and answers Nat. “That’s not a bad idea. But, Y/N’s not gonna like it.” Natasha swings her legs around the man she is fighting, knocking him to the ground. “What she doesn’t know can’t hurt her.” The two of them look around, all the bad guys laid on the floor. “Nice job, Romanoff.”

Steve and Natasha finished their mission early, they were the first ones home. Time to put the plan into action. Finn opens his door to see Natasha. “Hey handsome,” She says before letting herself in. “Uh, hey Nat.” She sits down on the couch and motions him over with her finger. He’s puzzled, but does what she wants. Running her hands through his hair, she looks at him directly. “I’ve always found you so attractive, Finn,” A smirk appears on his face. “Oh is that right?” He moves in closer. “I was always jealous that Y/N had you, would have much preferred you in my bed.” He moves in even closer now. “Oh, Natasha, you naughty girl.” He leans in and places a kiss to her neck. She hides the disgust she feels and continues playing the role.

“Did Bucky do this?” She asks, gently running her fingers over the cuts on his face. “Yes.” Finn answers through gritted teeth, he then laughs. “Natasha, tell me, is my plan working?” She tilts her head. “What plan?” Finn laughs again. “Is Bucky heartbroken, now I’ve taken his girl again?” It all makes sense now, Natasha thinks, he’s doing all of this to get back at Bucky. “I knew I couldn’t beat him with my body, but his mind? That I can mess with.” Natasha takes a deep breath. “I have to go,”

The others were still out on missions, so Nat went to Steve again. She explained to him what she had learnt from Finn. “So this is all to get revenge on Buck?” He asked, she nods her head. “We have to tell Y/N as soon as she’s back.” Natasha agrees. Now it’s just a waiting game. It was another week before everyone was home. Tony was already planning the next party. It had become a tradition now, celebrating everyone’s return home.

Throughout the week, everyone started arriving back in their teams. Y/N had been paired up with Thor. It was the night off the party, and they still hadn’t arrived. The party was in full swing by 9pm. The team tried their best to have fun, but they were all worried about their friends. Suddenly, Thor enters the room. “Started the party without me hey?” They all cheer, surrounding him and giving out hugs. “Where’s Y/N?” Bucky asks. “Just over there.” Thor points in her direction. The team turns around, spotting Y/N and Finn in the corner dancing together. Steve and Natasha share a look, they hadn’t shared what they learnt with the rest of the team yet. Everyone spreads out and carries on partying. Except Bucky. He finds an empty seat and sips his drink, watching Y/N and Finn dance. Thinking about how at the last party, it was her in his arms instead.

Steve joins Bucky, patting him on the leg as he sits. “I need to tell you something, Buck.” He looks over to his friend, Bucky questioning him. Steve sighs and tells Bucky about what had gone down while he was away. “So, he’s using Y/N just to get back at me?” Steve nods his head. Bucky couldn’t believe it. Not thinking twice, his drink is finished and he’s walking in their direction. Steve tries to stop him, but there was no point. There was no stopping Bucky right now.

“Hey, Bucky,” Y/N smiles. He doesn’t even look at her. He grabs Finn by the collar and pushes him to the ground. Bucky sits on top of him, swinging punch after punch. Y/N is screaming, trying to pull Bucky off of Finn. Natasha pulls her away and takes her out of the room. Sam and Steve run over to their friend to try and stop him from throwing punches. “You’re gonna kill him, Buck!” Sam shouts, scrambling over Bucky, trying to hold him back. “Good.” One last punch and Finn loses consciousness. The boys finally manage to get Bucky away, pulling him into another room. Bruce runs over to Finn, tending to him.

“Let go of me!” Y/N screams through sobs, not being able to escape Natasha’s grasp. “Just calm down and listen to me, Y/N.” Y/N would always trust Natasha over anyone, so she did as she asked. “Finn was using you to get revenge on Bucky. He was trying to hurt him by keeping you away from him.” Y/N was trying so hard not to believe her. “No, you’re lying.” She sobbed. Natasha just took her phone out of her pocket and started playing the recording. Y/N fell onto Nat, her arms wrapping around her. “How did I fall for it? How could I be so stupid, Nat?” Natasha wraps her arms around her friend and rubs her hair. “You’re not stupid, Y/N. He had us all fooled.” Nat places a kiss to the top of her head, letting Y/N stay there for a minute.

Bucky is raging. Barely able to breathe he’s so angry, throwing a punch at the wall. “Buck, stop it. It’s us.” Steve reassures him, trying to calm him down. Bucky slides down the wall, staying there sat on the floor. “I love her, Steve,” He says, his head bowed. “I know you do, buddy,” Steve responds, kneeling down in front of his friend. “Everyone knows.” Sam jests. Steve turns to look at him. “Not the time, Sam.” Sam just shrugs his shoulders. “I’m just saying.” Steve turns back to Bucky. “I gotta get some air. Don’t follow me.”

“I’ve got to go find Bucky.” Y/N tells Nat, rushing off in the direction of Steve’s room, knowing he’s the only other person capable of calming Bucky down. Y/N bursts in to the room, only finding Steve and Sam. “He went to go get some air.” She knew he’d be on the roof. It’s where he goes to think. She raced straight to the staircase and ran out to the roof. Bucky was stood on the other side, with his back to her. “Bucky!” She shouts out, he turns around and see’s her. “Y/N?” She’s running towards him, not stopping. He can’t help the smile on his face. Y/N jumps straight into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist, he catches her without question, his arms around her. “It’s always been you, Buck. I just didn’t see it.” Her lips crash straight onto his. He has never felt happiness like hearing those words and feeling her lips on his. He doesn’t ever want his lips to leave hers. He would go the rest of his life without oxygen if it meant he could live in his moment forever.

“I love you, Y/N,” He says, his lips touching hers with each word that leaves his mouth. A sigh leaves her body, as though every worry she ever had just disappeared. Kissing him once more has he slowly lets her feet touch the floor again. “Just you and me now, okay? No messing around anymore, just you and me.” Y/N tells him, their hands interlocking, eyes not ever looking away from each other. Bucky nods his head. “Just you and me.” Placing a kiss on her forehead. They spend a little longer under the stars, their hands not leaving the others. Steve jogs up to the roof, finally spotting them. “There you two are, you’re missing the party!”

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